LyraMy father is a respected husband and father, a model citizen, a role model to the youth, and a revered elder of our pack. Yet from the first day I was born, he wanted me dead.I thought getting married to Alpha Damian was going to protect me from him, but his long hands of hatred still reached me there. And now, because of him, my husband wants me dead.My name is Elyra Forte and I am on the run.My breath came in ragged gasps, each step sending sharp jolts of pain through my body. The weight of my pregnancy slowed me down, but I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t risk being caught—not now, not ever. The thick forest canopy above me blocked out most of the moonlight, casting eerie shadows that made the underbrush even more treacherous. But I had to keep going.My father’s voice still echoed in my mind, cold and calculating. “Once she gives birth, we’ll dispose of her. No one will stand in our way - not even Damian. He has served his purpose.”I had never been close to my father, but I n
Damian“Where is she?” I snarled, my voice echoing in the silent room. The guards standing before me exchanged nervous glances, their eyes flicking to the floor as if it would save them from my wrath.“We… we don’t know, Alpha,” one of them stammered, his voice trembling. “We haven’t seen her since this afternoon.”“Are you telling me,” I growled, stepping closer, “that my wife left this house without anyone noticing?”One of the guards flinched, his face pale. “I-I’m sorry, Alpha. We thought she went to see her parents.”“Are you crazy? She’d already come back from that place.”“Sorry alpha. We were stationed at the gates as usual. We didn’t see her leave.”“Useless,” I spat, turning away from them. My hands clenched into fists as I stared out the window, my mind racing. Lyra was gone. She had left without a word, without permission …and with my child in her belly. Fury surged through me at the thought. She knew better than to defy me, to disobey the rules of this household. Yet sh
LyraThe warm sunlight filtered through the window as I sat with Calista, sipping the tea she had prepared. Calista is the wife of Alpha Jaxon of the Crewwood pack, who had graciously accepted to accomodate me in their home. His wife has been a good friend since I arrived.“Do you ever think about how different things could have been?” Calista asked, her voice soft as she stared out at the forest beyond the window.I glanced at her, sensing the weight behind her question. “All the time,” I admitted. “Growing up, I used to dream about my mate — how he’d sweep me off my feet, and how we’d be so in love from the moment we met. I was naïve, I suppose.”Calista smiled, but there was a hint of sadness in her eyes. “We all had those dreams at some point. It’s hard not to, with all the stories we hear as children.”I nodded, my mind drifting back to those innocent days when I believed in fairy tales. “When I met Damian… I thought maybe, just maybe, those dreams could come true. But it was n
LyraI looked up to see Calista, Jaxon’s wife, entering the room with a soft smile on her face. “How are you feeling, Lyra?”I returned her smile, though mine was tinged with exhaustion. “I’m… better, thanks to you and Jaxon. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t taken me in.”Calista waved her hand dismissively as she took a seat beside me. “Nonsense. You needed help, and we were here. That’s all there is to it. Besides,” she added, her eyes twinkling as she looked down at my son, “we couldn’t very well turn you away, not with this little one on the way.”“Yet, you could have sent me back or even kept me anywhere else in your pack. Why did you choose to keep me in the main pack house with your family?”“Well, it was the alpha’s call,” Calista said, throwing her hands in the air. “Jaxon said something about repaying for past sins. I don’t even understand what he was saying but I’m glad you are here. I love your friendship.” Tears welled up in my eyes again, but this tim
DamianThe house was empty. Silent. Even though Omegas move around doing their duties, it feels silent without Lyra’s presence. It's not the same without her. It seems life has gone from this packhouse.It had been that way ever since Lyra disappeared. Every corner seemed to echo with the absence of her presence, a void that I couldn’t seem to fill no matter how hard I tried. I should have been relieved. She had been nothing more than a duty to me, a marriage arranged by the elders, bound by tradition. I should have been glad that she was no longer a distraction. And yet, I wasn’t. I wasn’t even close to being relieved.‘Guy, I hate to be the one to tell,’ Adol buzzed in my head. ‘But I told you so. I warned you about the way you were treating her.’‘Oh, shut up.’ I shut him down even though I knew he was right. He did warn me. But I was too angry to admit it.Sitting alone in my study, I stared at the glass of whiskey in my hand, swirling the amber liquid aimlessly. The memories of
DamienThe boardroom was buzzing with energy, a palpable sense of anticipation hanging in the air as the senior members of our pack’s business elite gathered around the long table. The Sol Group’s proposed collaboration was the biggest project our territory had seen in decades, and it promised to bring massive development to our pack. The chance to modernize our infrastructure, build state-of-the-art real estate, and put our pack on the map as a major player in the global economy was within our grasp.I glanced around the room, my gaze settling on the faces of the board members—most of them eager, ready to move forward with the deal. But one face stood out, as it always did. Elder Marcus. He sat back in his chair, arms crossed, an impenetrable expression on his face. “This collaboration with The Sol Group is our chance to push forward,” I began, addressing the room. “Their expertise in real estate development is unmatched, and this partnership will bring jobs, investment, and prosper
DamienLyra was supposed to be the only child of Marcus and his wife. But now I’m hearing there’s another child?Wait, he called him a bastard child. That means it's not his wife that gave birth to the boy. What a surprise!‘You mean the man everyone is looking up to as a faithful husband is actually screwing another woman?’ Adol sneered in my head. I could hear the surprise in his voice.Everyone in our pack believed Elder Marcus was one of the few men who doesn’t look at another woman beside his wife. As an elder, they were supposed to be above board, leaving an impeccable life others will emulate.But once in a while, they slip up especially the male wolves and you see them messing with other women. They are always excused as it is not uncommon for males to go after women.But Elder Marcus had convinced everyone he was different. You can’t catch him talking to another woman besides his wife or daughter. Now, I’m hearing he had another child, a son for that matter. There’s a lot I d
MarcusNB: This chapter is written from Elder Marcus' point of view.I stepped into the house, slamming the door behind me so hard the walls seemed to shake. The scent of lavender from the candles my wife always lit wafted in the air, but instead of calming me, it only irritated me further.I can’t believe that stupid son of mine was asking me for money to go to Crewwood. He was even trying to blackmail me, saying I have not sent him any money like I promised. So he’s going to come to the council and tell them he is my son. That twerk!If only the woman in my house gave me a son, I wouldn’t have gone outside. But no. She couldn't do that simple job of bearing me a son. It would have been easy to put my son on the alpha chair, especially when …."Marcus, you are back" Serena greeted softly, interrupting my thoughts. It seems she was coming from the kitchen as she was wearing an apron. The same one with little sunflowers on it, that I had bought for her years ago. Back then, I thought
Now, this is new. And sweet. He just called me his wife, his Luna. Oh, goddess, am I dreaming? I don’t want to wake up from it if it is a dream.Damien has only ever admitted that I’m his Luna when we had guests. Apart from that, he had never regarded me as a Luna. Even though I am an alpha like him, he has never forgiven the fact that he wasn’t allowed to choose his own mate. He also said that it was a man he hated, elder Marcus, whose daughter he was told to marry.It took a lot for him to mark me, and that was only because the elders wanted to confirm that he had agreed to the marriage and committed to it. Left to him, he will never mark me. Though to his credit, he tried to be a good husband immediately after the wedding. He tolerated me and didn’t treat me badly until my father started interfering. My father was always visiting using the guise of coming from the elders and bringing a message from the council.And every time he would ask why we haven’t gotten a pup yet. When Dami
I sat on the plush couch in our living room office, my fingers lightly tracing the embroidered patterns on the armrest. Damien was sitting on one of the couches next to me, answering a call that had just come in. His brows furrowed slightly as he spoke, his tone measured but firm.“It’s your father,” he mouthed to me before turning his attention back to the phone.“Damien,” Elder Marcus’s voice crackled through the speaker, sharp with irritation. “I just received word from my assistant that there are visitors from Crewwood in our territory. Care to explain why I wasn’t informed?”Damien leaned back in his chair, exhaling softly. “Yes, Elder Marcus, they’re here. It’s more of a social call than a business one.”“Social call?” Marcus’s voice grew tighter. “You should have informed me regardless. This is not something to be decided unilaterally.”“I understand your concern,” Damien replied, his voice calm. “But there’s nothing concrete yet. We’re still in discussions on ways to work toge
LyraWarriors from Crewwood prepared for the journey, their movements quiet and calculated to avoid drawing attention. In Axelland, everything was going well and they made sure that Elder Marcus would be occupied that day, ensuring that every detail was perfect.On the day of departure, Jaxon stood by the gates, watching as the small group assembled. I was wearing a cloack on top of my long gown. But right now the hoodie was down, I will lift it up when I get close to our pack. This way no one will recognise me even if they see me there.I have said my farewell to Calista and we promised to keep in touch. I came outside holding my son close watching as our load was put in one of the two cars we will be using. My eyes were bright, a mixture of determination and hope inherent in them. Jaxon walked over to me, his expression softening.“Are you ready for this?” he asked.I nodded with a smile, my grip tightening on my son. “I’ve been ready for a long time, Jaxon. Thank you… for everythi
“Perfect,” I said, satisfaction curling in my chest. “And Garret, I want you to dig up every bit of information on Denise, her interests, her strengths, her weaknesses. I need to know how to keep her on my side.”He looked up from his notes, meeting my gaze. “Understood, sir. Anything else?”“Yes,” I said, standing and pacing the room. “We need to make sure the investors hear about this. Quietly, of course. Start planting the idea that Denise is taking a more active role in the company and that she’s consulting me for guidance. Let them see her as a potential savior and that I’m the one guiding her in the moves she’s making. By the time we’re ready to make our move, they’ll already be questioning Damien’s position.”Garret’s pen moved swiftly across the page. When he finished, he closed the notebook and stood. “I’ll get started right away.”“Good,” I said, clasping his shoulder. “This is the opportunity we’ve been waiting for, Garret. Let’s not waste it.”“I’ll make sure everything is
"You’re a clever one, Denise. Very well. I’ll mentor you, and together, we’ll ensure Damien sees your true potential. When shall we begin?""How about tomorrow?" Denise suggested. “Isn’t that too early?” I asked her with a frown. “You just came back.”“Sir, I have been home for two days already. I am bored at home,” she said, rolling her eyes. "I’ll come to your office tomorrow, and we can go over everything."Maria clapped her hands. "What a wonderful idea! Marcus, you’ll enjoy this, I’m sure.""Indeed," I agreed, my chest puffing with pride. "I’ll prepare everything. Denise, you’ve made a wise decision."Denise’s smile widened, and she clasped her hands together. She stood up and bowed to me in excitement.I remained cool while she thanked me. "Thank you, Elder Marcus. Thank you so much. I’m looking forward to learning from you."She sat back down and we talked more about her studies. She had lots of stories about her university education in the human world. She said she wanted to
The morning was crisp and bright as I stood on the porch, staring out at the snow-capped mountains. My thoughts were filled with anticipation, Lyra and our son were on their way home. The idea of finally meeting my boy made my heart race, and my wolf’s excitement was a constant hum in the back of my mind.Adol was constantly prancing in my head, he couldn't wait to see his mate. At one point I had gone out for a run. I just let him take control and we ran into the forest. We ran and ran until he was tired. That was the only thing that calmed Adol down for us to sleep. I needed the run too to clear my head.I leaned back in the plush armchair in the sitting room looking at Denise as she smiled at me. She was ready to go meet Marcus to put our plan in motion. Yesterday she had given us a good suggestion that solved our problem of a distraction for Marcus. “Are sure you about this, Denise?” I asked her. I wouldn’t want her to do this because she feels it is the only way. I still don’t t
The door opened to reveal a younger version of me, a female version of me.“Denise!” I shouted standing up.She looked up at me, her face lighting up with a smile. “Damien!”She came inside, looking every bit the part of a confident, accomplished woman. Her auburn hair was tied back in a neat bun, and her tailored coat gave her an air of sophistication.I walked close to her and pulled her into a tight hug, lifting her off the ground for a moment. She laughed, the sound warm and familiar.“It’s so good to see you,” I said, stepping back to look at her. “You look amazing. The human world has been good to you.”She grinned. “And you look… the same. Still brooding and intense, I see.”I chuckled, shaking my head. “You haven’t changed a bit. Come seat. There’s so much to catch up on.”“Welcome Denise,” Rowan greeted her, also standing.“Hey Rowan,” she answered.I rang the bell and one of the Omega came. I told them to prepare some delicious food for my sister and to help her settle in he
DamienHere in Axelland, my excitement was palpable. I stood in my office, pacing for some time, then stopping to think about something. Rowan, leaned against the desk, watching me with an amused expression.“You’re going to wear a hole in the floor,” he said, smirking. “Calm down, Damien. Everything is under control.”I shot him a look. “I can’t calm down, Rowan. Do you realize how long it’s been since I’ve seen Lyra? And I’ve never even met my son. My son, Rowan. I’m about to meet him for the first time. How am I supposed to stay calm?”Rowan chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re hopeless. But I get it. It’s a big moment. Just remember, this is about Lyra too. She’s been through hell. You need to… I don’t know, treat her better than you have in the past.”Adol growled softly in agreement, and I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. “I know. I’ve made mistakes. But I’ll make it up to her. She deserves better. And so does our son.”“Good,” Rowan said, his tone serious now. “Because if
I smiled to myself, closing my eyes and letting Uru’s words wash over me. For the first time in months, I felt at peace. The fire crackled softly in the hearth, and the room was warm and inviting. My thoughts drifted to the future, to the life I was about to reclaim. I pictured Damien holding our son for the first time, his eyes softening in a way I’d only seen a handful of times before. I imagined him smiling at me, not with duty, but with genuine affection and pride.“We’ll get there,” I whispered, more to myself than to Uru. “One step at a time.”Sleep pulled at me, and I didn’t resist. Later in the night, I have a chaotic dream about meeting Damien. First, he was happy to see us. He was smiling broadly as he came close to me. Then his face turned gloomy, and he frowned while looking at me as if he was not happy to see me. What could this dream mean?****JaxonThe room was dimly lit, the only source of light coming from the crackling fireplace. I leaned over the large oak table