She was born to lead. Raised to suffer. Destined to rise. For years, Lyra has known nothing but pain. Enslaved by her own pack, starved, beaten, and unable to shift, she is a broken omega with no future. But on the night of her eighteenth birthday, after being rejected and left for dead, fate intervenes in the form of Kane, the handsome and powerful Lycan Prince. He senses her. Claims her. Saves her. But Lyra is no ordinary omega. Beneath the scars and suffering lies a forgotten Alpha’s bloodline - a truth buried by those who wanted her dead. As Kane fights for justice, uncovering the treachery that stole her birthright, a greater danger lurks in the shadows. A war is coming. A war tied to her very existence. With the kingdom on the brink of darkness and secrets leading them to a lost power, Lyra must embrace the strength inside her before it’s too late. Her enemies want her silenced. Her mate will burn the world to protect her. And the fate of the Lycans depends on what she does next. Her story has only just begun.
Voir plusLyra’s POVThe corridor was long behind them now, swallowed by the cold stone walls of the ancient passageway. After Nyxar's warnings and the unsettling energy that still buzzed beneath her skin, Lyra had returned to their quarters with Kane, her thoughts a storm of questions and instincts she could barely contain.Now, wrapped in the soft embrace of their bed, the room dimly lit by the moonlight filtering through gauzy curtains, she lay beside him, tangled in a quiet stillness.Kane’s arm draped around her waist, his thumb brushing lazy circles along her hipbone as if grounding her to the present. But Lyra’s mind wandered - back to the runes, the sealed door, and the low thrumming that echoed beneath the castle floors like a warning or a heartbeat."You're quiet," Kane murmured beside her. His voice was low, still slightly rough from sleep, but it held a softness only she ever heard. "Too quiet. That usually means you're thinking something dangerous."Lyra let out a breath. Not quite
Lyra POVThe passage seemed longer on the way back.The air, though just as cold, now carried a weight that pressed against Lyra’s shoulders. She walked in silence between Nyxar and Kane, the image of that monstrous black door - rune-carved, chained, humming with barely restrained power - etched into her mind like a brand.Ekrath.Even the name haunted her, echoing like a drumbeat in her chest. She felt it watching her still, despite the layers of stone and magic that now separated them. Waiting. Listening. Remembering the scent of the First Queen within her.The corridors felt narrower than before. The shadows longer. Even Kane’s warmth beside her didn’t chase off the chill clinging to her skin. He reached for her hand, entwining their fingers without a word. His grip was firm - comforting - but beneath the calm exterior, she could feel his pulse racing. He was as rattled as she was.Only Nyxar moved like nothing had changed.Silent. Composed. But every now and then, Lyra caught the
The passage was colder than she expected.It breathed beneath the castle like a living thing - its walls carved not by human or lycan hands, but by something older. More deliberate. The torch Nyxar had summoned cast a flickering, golden light, licking over ancient stone and faded carvings that had long since lost their names. Runes etched into the walls pulsed faintly with residual magic, their glow responding to her presence.Lyra walked carefully beside Kane, her fingers brushing the damp, uneven walls now and then for balance. She could feel it - something changing beneath her skin. Her silver hair clung to her temples, damp from the cold air, and her silvery eyes adjusted to the dark better than they ever had before. But it wasn’t just her sight that had sharpened. It was her soul.The First Queen was gone now, merged with her - completely. She was no longer two. No longer guided by visions or memories or whispered dreams. It was both grounding and terrifying. She had become some
Lyra POV The wind had quieted in the rooftop garden, leaving only the rustling of silverleaf trees and the low hum of distant torches burning below. The moon hung high - full and pale, casting Lyra in a glow that shimmered across the threads of her hair. Silver now. As if moonlight had made her its own.She stood near the edge, hands resting on the stone ledge, watching the stars with a distant look in her eyes. Kane was behind her, silent, watching the curve of her shoulders tense ever so slightly.“You’re not really here,” he said quietly.Lyra blinked. “What?”“Not fully. I can feel when your mind drifts somewhere else.” He stepped closer. “You’ve been quiet since the council meeting.”She didn’t turn right away. “They’re afraid of me.”“They’re fools.”“They’re not wrong,” she whispered. “I’m not who I was. Not entirely.”“You’re still you. Stronger, wiser… maybe a little scarier,” he added with a crooked smirk, trying to ease the weight on her spine.She smiled faintly. “Scary i
Nyxar’s POV He didn’t need to be invited.Nyxar slipped through the castle’s underbelly like a whisper in a crypt, unseen and unbothered by the wards woven into the stone. Magic of this realm obeyed its makers. But Nyxar… he was from before such rules were written.The council chamber stood beyond the long corridor of mirrored columns and wolf-carved sconces, its entrance barred not by guards, but by layered enchantments meant to deter spying. Still, he found the gap in their defenses - there was always a seam. Always a weakness. He breathed into it, stepped into the walls themselves, and became shadow.He didn’t emerge into the room. Not yet.Instead, he listened.The voices inside were lower than the fire’s crackle, heavy with unease.“She’s changed,” came Lord Marius’s voice, sharp as brittle glass. “Did you see her eyes? Silver. That’s not our Queen - it’s something else.”“She walks like herself, speaks like herself… but she’s not the same,” said another. A younger councilman, L
Nyxar POVNyxar stepped into the council chamber - and stopped.It wasn’t the scent that gave it away, though it lingered - power, sharp and clean, like silver carved into the air. Nor was it the hush, though silence had a weight here, as if the stone walls themselves were holding their breath.No. It was the way they looked at her.All of them - warriors and witches, elders and envoys - every gaze fixed on one figure standing at the center of the chamber. No one spoke. No one even dared to shift.Lyra.But not as she had been.She stood calm amidst the rising storm of whispers, her presence reshaping the very nature of the room. She wore twilight on her skin - an indigo robe threaded with silver light that pulsed like breath. Her hair, once the deep shade of shadows, now shimmered like moonlight, cascading around her shoulders in luminous waves. Her eyes... stars drowned in mercury.She wasn’t just Lyra.She was Queen.Nyxar felt the change like a tremor in the marrow of his bones.A
The dawn came softly - filtered through the arched windows of the royal chambers in a haze of pale gold and quiet wind. The stone walls, usually so cold and austere, now carried the scent of lavender and ash, clinging to the lingering warmth of the night before. Kane stirred before the light touched his face, instincts sharpened like blades drawn from their sheath.Something was different.Not wrong. Just… altered. Shifted.His breathing slowed as his eyes opened, and his body - so often wound tight from years of battle and command - remained still, like prey sensing a predator… or a storm sensing change in the wind.He turned his head slowly.Lyra lay beside him, unmoving in the gentle glow of morning. But she wasn’t the same.Her hair - once dark and silken with subtle curls - now shimmered like strands of molten moonlight. Pale silver streaked through the locks, catching light like a halo, and her skin glowed faintly with an ethereal sheen, as if something ancient had awakened with
Nyxar’s POV Memory - Centuries AgoThe wind screamed across the blackened field.Ash rained from a blood-red sky, coating twisted bodies and shattered stone. The scent of burned fur and scorched flesh clung to the earth like a curse. The once-sacred forest beyond was little more than smoking cinders. Magic, wild and broken, cracked the air.Nyxar stood on the ridge alone, the last sentinel of a battlefield long lost.The Harbinger lay below.Not dead. Not yet. But close.His massive form twitched, the remnants of his transformation failing to hold. Horns cracked and receded. Bone armor dissolved into steaming fragments. The darkness that once clung to him like a second skin bled from his pores in ribbons of shadow.And she stood over him. The First Queen.The golden circlet on her brow glowed with the heat of her fury. Her long braid was torn, her gown singed, but her eyes blazed with undying fire. Her blad -that cursed blade - was buried deep in his chest.Nyxar’s hands fisted at h
The council chamber was quieter now, but not at peace.Though the meeting with Nyxar had concluded hours earlier, ripples of unease still echoed through the halls. Lords and generals murmured in corners, witches moved in hushed urgency, and scouts returned with scrolls of hastily marked maps. The war was no longer a looming possibility - it was rising like a tide.Lyra stood at the balcony just beyond the war room, the morning light casting long golden shadows across the stone floor. Below, the central courtyard buzzed with motion - soldiers drilling, supplies being loaded on trucks, hawks flying messages north and south. A kingdom on edge.But her thoughts weren’t in the present. They were still drifting between dreams and memory. Between herself and the woman who once bore her soul.Kane approached quietly from behind. His steps were deliberate, but she sensed him before he spoke.Kane looked past her, to the horizon. “The witches said they’d prepare the chamber for you. The one ben
Lyra's POVA sharp chill bit into Lyra’s bare feet as she crept through the darkness, clutching her thin, tattered blanket close to her chest. The air was heavy and damp, lingering with the earthy scent of the river that lay just beyond the pack’s territory. She hugged the blanket tighter around her bruised arms, hurrying down the narrow path that twisted away from the cell and into the woods. Every step sent pain lancing up her legs, but she pushed forward, guided by the soft glow of moonlight and the thought of the cold, cleansing water waiting for her.This place was her only sanctuary. Her only escape, even if it was only for a few minutes, before dawn would force her back to the pack house.The icy river stung as she stepped into it, sending a shiver through her battered body. She leaned down, splashing the water over her face and rubbing it into her arms, scrubbing away the dirt, blood, and grime left over from another day’s work - and another day’s beating.But some marks couldn...
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