Eighteen-year-old Lyra’s life is one of brutal servitude. Orphaned and enslaved by the very pack that betrayed her family, she endures relentless abuse from the Alpha’s family, clinging to the faintest shred of hope. But when her only chance at escape is shattered by her mate’s cold rejection, Lyra resigns herself to a life in chains until the Lycan Prince arrives. Prince Kane is powerful, feared, and haunted by his own secrets. Drawn to Lyra’s intoxicating scent, he’s horrified by the cruelty she has endured and discovers she is his second-chance mate. Furious and protective, Kane vows to unearth the truth behind Lyra’s enslavement. Yet his growing affection for her is threatened by a web of lies and the sinister forces that hold her captive. As her hidden abilities awaken and her bond with Kane deepens, Lyra must uncover her family’s past and claim her place among the wolves or risk losing herself forever. But in a world where betrayal runs deep and love can be deadly, can Lyra trust Kane to stand by her side? And will she find the strength to break free, or will she remain bound to a fate that was never her choice? Dive into a tale of romance, deadly secrets and a young woman’s fight for survival. Fans of dark, slow-burn werewolf romances won’t be able to put this down.
View MoreThe forest erupted into chaos as shadows emerged from every direction. Lyra and Kane froze, their senses sharpening instantly as over a hundred rogue werewolves stepped into the clearing. Their snarls and growls formed a cacophony that set every nerve on edge.Kane stepped in front of Lyra, his stance protective. “Stay behind me,” he said, his voice low but firm.The rogues parted and from among them stepped a woman with striking features - Seraphine. Her hair glinted in the moonlight and her smirk was filled with malice. She was flanked by an enormous man, his presence commanding and terrifying. Scars crisscrossed his face and arms, a testament to countless battles.“Lyra,” Seraphine said mockingly, her voice dripping with false sweetness. “So nice to see you again.”Kane’s eyes narrowed. “Seraphine.” His tone was sharp, accusing.Seraphine laughed. “Oh, don’t sound so surprised. Did you really think I’d disappear quietly after you ruined my family? No, Kane. I’ve found my place now.
Lyra POV The small clearing had grown eerily quiet, save for the sound of her hands brushing away the dirt. Each movement felt heavier, as though the air around her had thickened with anticipation. The faint hum of power she’d been sensing ever since she started digging now pulsed through her fingertips, a steady rhythm that matched the pounding of her heart.She glanced up briefly. Kane stood close by, his arms crossed but his stance alert, his eyes scanning their surroundings for any sign of danger. The warriors were positioned in a loose circle around the clearing, weapons ready, their focus sharp.But none of that mattered as much as the object slowly revealing itself beneath her hands.“Almost there,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.Kane’s gaze flicked to her, his concern softening into something warmer. “Take your time. No rush.”She swallowed hard and nodded. Her wolf stirred inside her, a mix of curiosity and apprehension. This is important. This is ours.With
Seraphine POVThe dense forest felt alive with tension, its canopy casting dappled light over Seraphine as she stood in the shadows, watching Lyra and Kane move below. Her heart thrummed with a mixture of bitterness and anticipation. From her vantage point, she could see Lyra kneeling in the dirt, carefully working at the ground where the map had led her group.Seraphine clenched her fists at her sides. That girl - the one who had ruined everything for her family - was now on the brink of uncovering what her mother and father had sought for years.The low, commanding voice of her mate, the Alpha King of Rogues, filled her mind through the bond they shared. “Wait. Let them do the work.”Her jaw tightened at his command. It was always the same with him: calculated patience.“Why should we?” she shot back through the mind link, frustration lacing her tone. “That belongs to us. To me.”His growl was immediate, a deep rumble of authority that made her spine stiffen. “The prophecy was clear
The forest grew denser as the group pushed forward, the trees forming a thick canopy that blocked out much of the daylight. The air was cool and damp, the earthy scent of moss and decaying leaves heavy around them. Every step felt charged with anticipation as Lyra, Kane, and their small group of warriors followed the map’s path deeper into the uncharted wilderness.Lyra glanced down at the parchment in her hand. The faded markings seemed clearer now, as though guiding her movements. She brushed her fingers over the inked symbols, trying to decipher their meaning.“Do you think we’re close?” she asked, her voice breaking the silence.Kane walked beside her, his sharp eyes scanning their surroundings. “Hard to say,” he replied. “The map is vague, but the way those rogues attacked us… they wouldn’t have been here unless there was something worth protecting.”Lyra nodded, her mind racing with possibilities. What could her mother have hidden that was so important?The path led them to a sm
The forest stretched endlessly before them, its towering trees shrouded in mist and shadow. The air was alive with the rustle of leaves and occasional bursts of birdsong, but beneath the natural symphony, an unshakable tension loomed. Lyra walked beside Kane, the map clutched tightly in her hand. Each step they took into the wilderness seemed to pull them further from the safety of the pack’s territory and deeper into uncertainty.“This place feels... different,” Lyra murmured, her voice low as her eyes swept the unfamiliar landscape.“That’s because it is,” Kane replied, his tone protective. “We’re far beyond the pack’s usual borders now. This is unclaimed land - neutral at best, hostile at worst.”The warriors flanking them moved with quiet efficiency, their sharp eyes scanning every shadow. Jared, a seasoned tracker and Kane’s trusted lieutenant, led the group, his senses as finely tuned as a predator’s. Reina, the scout, walked a few paces ahead, her every movement precise and del
Lyra sat across from Kane in her room, the dim glow of the bedside lamp casting a golden hue over the aged map spread between them. Its edges were worn, the ink faded in places, but the markings still held an undeniable sense of purpose. She ran her fingers lightly over the parchment, her thoughts racing. Kane, sitting across from her, studied her intently. His posture was relaxed, but his eyes betrayed the weight of his thoughts.“This map is important,” she said quietly, more to herself than to Kane. “It has to be. My mother wouldn’t have kept it otherwise.”Kane leaned forward, his forearms resting on his knees, his gaze steady. “I don’t doubt that. But maps like this don’t just lead to answers - they lead to risks. If we decide to follow it, we have to prepare for anything. This isn’t just about where it leads; it’s about who - or what - might not want us to find it.”Lyra paused, her fingers stilling on the map. She looked up at him, her brow furrowed. “Do you think someone’s alr
Kane paced his room early the next morning, his thoughts spinning as he replayed the events of the previous day. The map Lyra had uncovered was clearly important, its markings suggesting something her mother wanted to hide or protect. His instincts told him it wasn’t just a map; it was a clue, a breadcrumb leading to answers Lyra deserved to have.But alongside the map lingered a question neither of them had voiced last night: What happened to Alpha Killian?Kane had always known the basic outline of Lyra’s tragic history. Her parents had been framed, betrayed, and ultimately eliminated as threats to Regina’s grasp on power. But where Killian fit into the story had remained a mystery. If he was supposed to protect his mate and child, why had he disappeared? And why had her mother been left to fend for herself?He glanced at the adjoining door to Lyra’s room. It was slightly ajar, signaling she was awake. She had probably spent most of the night reading, piecing together fragments of a
Kane POVKane leaned casually against the doorframe of Lyra’s room, his arms crossed but his posture loose. He didn’t want to crowd her, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave either. Watching her carefully sift through her birth mother’s belongings, her face shifting between wonder and trepidation, was mesmerizing.To anyone else, she might seem fragile - thin from years of mistreatment, her scars visible beneath the soft fabric of her shirt. But to Kane, she was radiant. Her strength wasn’t just physical - it was in the way she carried herself, even after everything she had endured.She was beautiful in a way that was uniquely her own. The curve of her cheek as she tilted her head to study a photograph, the delicate way her fingers brushed the pages of the journal, and the faint crease in her brow as she read - it all captivated him. He could barely remember a time when he’d been so drawn to someone.Kane’s wolf stirred within him, its thoughts a reflection of his own. “She’s perf
Lyra woke the next morning with the journal still beside her on the bed. The sunlight streamed through the curtains, warming her skin, but her thoughts were still with the words she had read. Each sentence was a doorway into a life she had never known, each page a connection to a woman she could finally begin to understand.She traced the cover of the journal with her fingertips before sitting up. There were still so many unanswered questions, so many pages left to read. But Lyra also felt a new strength, a sense of purpose driving her. Her mother had written not just to leave a legacy but to guide her.Her wolf stirred within her. “The answers will come. One step at a time.”Lyra nodded to herself. She got out of bed and dressed, choosing something simple and comfortable - a sign that she was still adjusting to having her own clothing, her own choices. Today, she knew, was a day for digging deeper.When Lyra entered the dining hall, Kane was already waiting. His eyes softened when he
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.Lyra curled into a tight ball on the cold, hard ground of her cell, a thin blanket pulled over her to ward off the chill. The dampness seeped through, biting at her skin, but it was nothing compared to the anguish twisting inside her. Each day bled into the next, a haze of pain and despair, and today was no different.The soft trickle of the nearby river could be heard through the stone walls, a haunting reminder of freedom she could
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