Lyra
My 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 never imagined he could be this ruthless, this evil. My heart twisted with the memory of how I had overheard his conversation with his personal assistant just hours ago.
I had been passing by his study when the sound of my name made me pause. I wish I hadn't. The horror of his words had frozen me in place, a hand instinctively going to my swollen belly. He wanted my child, my innocent unborn child, as a pawn in his twisted power play.
My husband, Damian, the Alpha, was nothing more than a tool to my father. A puppet whose strings were pulled by a cold, unfeeling man. Damian had married me out of duty, and though he was always distant, I never imagined my father would plan his demise. But then again, I hadn’t realized the true depth of my father’s cruelty until tonight.
I couldn’t tell Damian. He would never believe me. Why would he? Ours was an arranged marriage, arranged by my father. Damian needed a Luna to be crowned alpha and I hadn’t found my mate then.
I was happy when my father told me he had agreed to marry me because I always had a crush on him. Yet he barely speaks to me unless necessary, and the rare times he looked at me, it was with the cool indifference of a stranger.
No, I was alone in this. Alone to protect our child. Alone to save Damian, even if he didn’t care.
I had to get away, far away, before my father’s plan could be put into motion. If I wasn’t around, my father would have no reason to harm Damian. He would be safe… as long as I disappeared.
But where could I go? My father had eyes everywhere, guards that watched my every move. Well, I had learned to be invisible in my own home, to move quietly, unnoticed. As soon as I heard his plan, I went and hastily told my mother goodbye and left the house without his knowledge.
I went back to the packhouse and planned my exit. I can’t continue staying in this house, or this pack. I dressed in plain clothes that conceal my belly and wouldn’t hinder my movements—a tunic and leggings under a heavy cloak. No one would suspect the Alpha’s wife looked so ordinary. I quickly sneaked out of the pack house and picked a taxi.
I dropped at the T-junction, so named because it leads to three different packs, none of which we are on friendly terms with. I waited for the driver to go back before walking towards one of them. Even though we are not on friendly terms, we weren’t exactly enemies, so I figured I would be safe. Also, I planned my escape this way so they would find it difficult to know which pack I have gone to. In case, they find the taxi driver and question him.
The cool evening air was biting against my skin, but I welcomed it. It kept me alert, and focused. Once I was close to the borders, I broke into a run, my legs protesting the sudden exertion. I couldn’t afford to stop, couldn’t afford to think about how far along I was or how dangerous this was. My only thought was of getting as far away as possible. The forest loomed ahead, dark and foreboding, but it was my only chance.
The trees swallowed me up, the undergrowth pulling at my cloak as I pushed forward. My pulse thundered in my ears, every rustle of leaves sending a jolt of fear through me. I was running for two lives now, mine and my child’s. My father’s evil plan fueled me, the anger burning away the exhaustion threatening to drag me down. How could he? How could he plan to kill his own daughter without a shred of remorse?
The howls in the distance sent a fresh wave of panic through me. Have they discovered my absence so soon? I didn’t wait to find out. The guards would be searching the forest soon, if that is the case. And if they found me… I couldn’t let them find me.
I stumbled, catching myself against a tree, panting for breath. My body ached, the strain of the pregnancy weighing me down, but I couldn’t stop. Rather I decided to use earth to mask my scent. I rubbed as much of it as I could on my hands, legs and neck. I was too tired to continue but I forced myself to keep going, ignoring the tears that blurred my vision.
Just as my legs began to falter, I saw it, the edge of the territory. Relief flooded me, but I didn’t slow down. Not yet. The border meant nothing if I was caught. I had to keep going, find shelter, find someone who could help me. I stumbled across the invisible line, crossing into a new territory. My legs finally gave out, and I collapsed onto the forest floor, gasping for breath.
I had escaped, for now. My child and I had a chance, and that was all I needed to keep going. A rustle of leaves made me look up, my heart throbbing with renewed fear. Dark shapes emerged from the trees, wolves, their eyes glowing in the night. I tensed, wrapping my cloak tighter around me, trying to hide my belly. The last thing I needed was to look vulnerable.
One of the wolves went behind a tree and shifted. Soon, a man stepped forward, tall and imposing, with eyes that reflected the moonlight. The mole close to his upper lips gave him a sexy look. Okay that wasn’t me, it must surely be Uru, my wolf.
‘He is so sexy,’ Uru said.
“Seriously Uru. You think this is the time and the place for that?” I asked her.
‘I am just stating facts,’ she insisted.
I rolled my eyes at her and focused on the man in front of me. He regarded me with suspicion, his gaze narrowing.
“You’re on our land, rogue,” he said, his voice hard and commanding. “State your business before we tear out your neck.”
“I’m not a rogue,” I pleaded, my voice trembling with exhaustion and fear. “Please, I’m… I’m running for my life.”
The man titled his head back and nodded. He seemed to be communicating with someone else through his mind. I’ve seen my husband mindlink his beta especially when they don’t want me to hear what they are saying. Mindlink is something that has always fascinated me.
“There have been reports of rogues sending she-wolves to survey the land before they attack,” he said. The man’s eyes flicked to my cloak, his suspicion deepening. “Why should I believe you?”
Desperation clawed at me. I couldn’t let them turn me away, or worse kill me, not when I was so close. Slowly, I reached up and loosened the cloak, letting it fall open to reveal my swollen belly.
“I’m pregnant,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’m not a threat. I just need help.”
The tension in the air shifted, the man’s hard expression softening as he took in the sight of my pregnancy. He glanced at his pack members, who were now looking at me with a mixture of surprise and concern. After what felt like an eternity, he stepped closer, his tone gentler this time.
“Who are you?”
“My name is Lyra,” I replied, feeling the weight of exhaustion pressing down on me. “I need your help. Please, I have nowhere else to go.”
The man’s eyes softened further, then he mindlinked to that someone who he had been communicating with. After a while, he nodded “Yes, alpha.”
He nodded to his pack, who stepped back, giving us space, then looked at me.
“You’re safe now,” he said, his voice low but reassuring. “I’m Luke, the beta of this pack. We’ll protect you.”
Relief washed over me, and my knees buckled. The last thing I remembered before everything went black was Luke catching me before I hit the ground, his voice promising safety.
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
DamienThe cool, polished wood of my study desk was soothing under my fingers as I leaned back in my chair, letting the faint hum of the pack house fill the silence. The weight of leadership was something I wore like a second skin, but moments like this, alone in my office, were rare and welcome. Until, of course, the phone buzzed on my desk.I picked it up and pressed it to my ear. “Speak.”“Alpha,” came the low, gravelly voice of one of my men. “I want to make a report on the man you asked me to follow.”“Go ahead.” I told him.“I followed him to the outskirts of the city. He went to the slums,” the man continued, hesitating slightly, as though unsure how to proceed. “It was strange, Alpha. I didn’t expect to see him in a place like that.”The slums. That caught my attention. Garret wasn’t the type to step foot in such a rundown area unless he had a very good reason - or a very bad one.“Go on,” I said, my tone sharpening.“He went into a building full of... questionable characters.
Lyra’s pov“So I called you here to celebrate,” my husband continued talking. “Celebrate with us, celebrate with my family, celebrate with our pack as the goddess has blessed us greatly. No matter the worries or challenges we may encounter in our country, we are not consumed. Rather, we have been winning and will keep winning. I urge you all to enjoy yourselves tonight, as there is a lot to eat and drink.”The crowd erupted in joy and happiness as the cheers and clappings got louder. I’m glad our people are happy to be here and are receiving this news with joy. I was a little apprehensive that many of them may wonder why we hid the news of my return and rather prepared a feast to reveal. But it seems I have nothing to worry about at all as they don’t mind at all. Damien raised his hands, and they quieted down.“You will all agree with me that our goddess has been blessed, and it is evident in the good news we are celebrating today,” he said, pointing at me and Leo.A ripple of agreeme
Damien’s povThe soft hum of classical music greeted me as I entered the grand hall, my polished shoes clicking against the marble floor. The lightning decorations above bathed the environment in a warm golden glow, casting delicate patterns on the grounds. Guests were scattered throughout, sipping on champagne and mingling in groups. Everyone was dressed to impress, as they always were at these events.I adjusted the hem of his tailored caftan with matching pants against my skin. I scanned the room, my sharp gaze catching familiar faces. The room buzzed with excitement and curiosity—my invitation had been vague, after all. I had called it a “special celebration” without revealing the true purpose of the night. That, of course, was deliberate. Let them speculate.I looked around the venue. By this time the last of the guests were seated, the ceremonial grounds were packed. Rows upon rows of chairs stretched out before the grand dais, which was adorned with cascading white flowers and
“I hope they checked around the area for others. Anyway, Tobias knows his job.”“Yes, he does. He said they checked thoroughly, and there was no other wolf around.“Probably stray rogues,” Rowan chuckled. “Nothing to worry about. Still, we have tight security.”My lips twitched with a ghost of a smile at Rowan’s words. Rogues are already considered stray wolves as they have an allegiance or loyalty to any pack. So he calls these ones stray rogues, and it's just him having a run of words.“You used the elite warriors we trained for security tonight, right?” I asked for another confirmation from him. I’m sure he will understand why I am asking for reassurance. This note might be nothing, or it might mean something huge.He nodded. “Like we planned. This place is highly secured.”“However, tell our warriors to be on alert, as we don’t want any surprises.”“Sure, alpha,” Rowan said and pointed at me. “Now you need to go and dress up. You will soon be called for your address.”I slapped hi
She’d said she was happy, and I believed her, but something about the timing felt off. Why now? Why did she seem so eager to leave the packhouse and follow him back to his territory? I shook my head. Maybe I’m overthinking this.I shook off the thought, forcing my focus back to the task at hand. I didn’t have the luxury of distraction tonight.“Alpha Damien,” a familiar voice called out, pulling me from my reverie. I turned to see Tobias, my Gamma, approaching with a grim expression. Tobias was tall and broad, with a sharp, no-nonsense demeanor that made him indispensable to me and this pack.“What is it?” I asked, my voice low.“There’s been... a situation,” Tobias said, lowering his voice further. “One of the scouts reported movement near the northern border. It might be a rogue.”My jaw tightened, my instincts sharpening instantly. Rogues. They were a persistent problem, always testing the boundaries, looking for weak points to exploit. Normally, they wouldn’t dare approach on a n
“I want you to be happy, Denise. But I need to know you're not rushing into something because it feels right at the moment. Luke might be a good man, but remember, a mate bond isn’t just about feelings. It’s about trust and understanding as you would be getting married soon.”“I know, I know,” she replied, her voice slightly exasperated but still gentle. “I’m not a child anymore, Damien. I can make my own decisions.”I smirked, my protective instincts easing for a moment. “Of course, you're an adult now. But I’ll always be your brother, and I’ll always look out for you.”I paused, watching her for a moment. My heart softened as I realized just how much she had grown up in the past few years, though my protective instincts still ran deep. She is not the same young lady I sent to the human world to school.“Are you happy, though?” I asked softly.She met my gaze and smiled. “Yes. I am. I didn’t think it was possible to feel like this with anyone, but he makes me feel safe. I think that’
I left his hand as soon as we got close to the doors. I wouldn’t want them to see me with my hands in his for now. When we are properly introduced, then I can hold his hand all I want. Luke seemed to agree as he just smiled at me. The moment Luke pushed the doors open, the room erupted into cheers.“Beta Luke!” one of the men shouted, his voice booming. Several others surged forward, clapping Luke on the back and shaking his hand. Their joy was palpable, and it warmed something deep inside me to see how much they respected him.“It’s good to see all of you,” Luke said, his voice carrying over the noise. He raised a hand to quiet them, and the room fell silent almost instantly. “I know there’s been a lot of confusion, but I want to assure you that everything is resolved. What happened was a misunderstanding, and it’s been handled.”The men exchanged glances, nodding in approval.“What about back home, Beta?” one of them asked. “Is everything secure there?”Luke smiled faintly. “I’ve he
“But I can assure them of his release, too. I can even take one of them back to the dungeon to prove it to them if that’s what it takes.”“I still think it's a bad idea, Lyra. The guests have started arriving,” he said, releasing my arm. Then he nodded towards the crowd outside. “I saw your father’s assistant as I was coming in just now.”“Oh. We wouldn’t want him seeing me now and trying something so soon.”“Exactly,” Rowan said, nodding his head as we were all on board with the plan.I sighed. “I think you are right. Find Luke and tell him his men need him.”“Sure, Luna,” he said, smiling.I decided to head inside my room, our room and start getting ready for the event. As Rowan said, the guests have started arriving, and the event will start soon. I need to dress up and also make sure that Leo is ready.I turned back and headed upstairs. I wonder what sort of clothing I should put on. I need something that would pass a message without being shouting or showy, something that would
I loved having him big and hot inside of my sopping wet hole. I love the feeling. I wanted to cum already, and I started to ride him faster and harder. I moaned his name out loud as I pointed towards my climax. His hands squeezed my nipples hard to bring me even more pleasure before sliding downwards to hold my hips.Damien started thrusting his hips up to meet me midway to bury his cock even deeper inside with each thrust. He was thrusting so fast and hard compared to my own previous thrusting rhythm. It felt so hot.“Does it feel good? You’re squeezing me so tightly down there,” Damien whispered in my ear while pounding his heat into me harder. I hope he is not trying to get into a rut. I’m not sure I want another pup just yet.“Yes,” I answered in a whisper. I wasn’t sure he heard me, so I nodded in response and hugged his neck as I bounced up and down on his cock. I moaned and kissed him hard, grinding my tongue against his as I ground my hips and pussy wall against his cock. My
Lyra’s PovI told Damien that I couldn’t stand by and watch an innocent man die. He simply nodded and brushed his thumb on my lips. That sent some electric jolts down my body. Is this man trying to seduce me here? Earlier on I listened to his thoughts about Luke and spoke about it.But I didn’t want him to suspect what I had done so I disconnected and stopped listening. I have to let him know of my new found powers before I can use it on him. That only seems fair. I only used it on Denise because she was wallowing in pity and I wanted to help her. I’m glad it ended well. But from now, I have to let people know and then ask for their permission before I get into their minds. I wouldn’t like to invade anyone’s privacy. That would seem like abuse of powers. I turned to look at Damien. This man is definitely trying to seduce. I don’t need to read his mind to know that. "And that’s why you’re perfect for this role,” he said. “You challenge me, Lyra, and that’s exactly what I need."Wow,