Kane's POV
Kane’s arms tightened instinctively around Lyra as he carried her down the hall, her limp form barely stirring against his chest. Her skin was cold, her breathing faint but steady, and he could feel every scar, every bruise, as he held her close. Each mark on her skin seemed to sear into his own, fueling a fury that made it nearly impossible to keep his Lycan from taking over completely.
They arrived at the guest quarters, and Kane shot a pointed look at the pack servants hovering nearby. “Prepare a room. I want it spotless and warm, and I want it now.”
One servant nodded quickly, darting ahead to open the door to one of the best guest rooms in the house. Kane entered, lowering Lyra carefully onto the bed, brushing a tangled strand of hair away from her face. She looked so small, so fragile, lying there against the crisp sheets. His heart twisted, both in protectiveness and outrage.
“Penelopa,” he called, signaling his own healer. She stepped forward, her expression calm yet sympathetic as she took in Lyra’s bruised and battered form.
“I’ll do everything I can, Your Highness,” she murmured, already setting to work cleaning Lyra’s wounds. “But she’s in a delicate state, and she’ll need rest probably for days.”
Kane nodded. “Let me know if you need anything. I don’t want her left alone for a moment.”
As Penelopa began to tend to Lyra, another figure appeared in the doorway - the pack healer, an older woman with a wary expression. She cleared her throat nervously. “Prince Kane, my name is Evelyn, the healer of Blackstone. I… I know a bit about her,” she said hesitantly, gesturing toward Lyra.
Kane’s gaze snapped to her, sharp and unforgiving. “Then speak. Tell me why she’s been treated like this.”
Evelyn glanced away, as if gathering her thoughts. “She’s been… a slave in this pack for years. Her parents were Omegas, accused of treason three years ago. The Alpha and Luna claim they tried to kill Luna Regina. They were executed, and since then, Lyra was… left behind, forced to serve as their slave.” She swallowed hard, clearly shaken. “It was decided that she would be treated like an outcast. Her mate rejected her, she’s been beaten regularly, and no one in the pack has dared to stand up for her. It’s…” Evelyn’s voice trailed off, her tone heavy with shame.
Kane clenched his fists, his breath coming in harsh, barely controlled inhales. He could feel his Lycan stirring inside him, growling low, demanding justice.
“She’s innocent, isn’t she?” he asked, his voice tight.
Evelyn nodded. “Yes. Her parents… they were framed, but it was never proven. And as their daughter, she bares the consequences.”
Kane’s jaw clenched, and he nodded curtly, motioning for Evelyn to continue tending to Lyra. He took one last look at her face, pale but softened now in sleep, her breathing steady.
Without another word, he turned and strode from the room, each step fueling his rage, his Lycan’s fury simmering just beneath the surface. His patience was gone; his tolerance for the Blackstone leaders who had ordered such cruelty had vanished.
He headed straight for Alpha Caden and Luna Regina’s quarters, his presence so charged that every member of the pack he passed shrank away, sensing the lethal storm brewing within him.
In the private quarters of Alpha Caden, laughter and the faint sound of music from the celebration below echoed through the hall. When the door swung open, both Alpha Caden and Luna Regina looked up in surprise at the sight of the Prince, his eyes blazing with barely controlled fury.
“Prince Kane,” Caden greeted, his tone almost jovial. “Is everything to your satisfaction?”
Kane’s eyes narrowed. He didn’t answer, his gaze flicking between Caden and Regina, each word cutting through the air with deadly precision.
“Care to explain why there’s a young girl in your dungeons, beaten to within an inch of her life?”
The color drained from Luna Regina’s face, and even Caden’s smug expression faltered. Regina tried to recover, plastering a nervous smile on her face.
“Your Highness, surely you misunderstand..”
“Misunderstand?” Kane’s voice was low and dangerous, his eyes gleaming with suppressed fury. “There is nothing to misunderstand. That girl is broken and bloody, and I had to carry her out of that filthy cell myself. And yet I’ve been informed that she is your prisoner, treated worse than an animal.” His voice dropped to a growl. “I want answers. Now.”
Caden’s expression hardened, though his eyes flicked to Regina for confirmation. She nodded, though her face was pale. “She… she’s the daughter of traitors, Your Highness,” Regina stammered, but Kane caught the flicker of fear in her gaze. “Her parents tried to kill me ... ”
“Enough!” Kane’s voice was sharp, his anger palpable. He stepped closer, his presence looming, the unrestrained power of his Lycan pressing down on both of them. “I know what happened to her family. And I can see how you’ve used that excuse to justify your cruelty. You allowed an innocent girl to be beaten, humiliated, and left to suffer alone because it was convenient for you.”
Caden’s composure cracked, and he looked away, his tone defensive. “With all due respect, Your Highness, she is a traitor’s daughter. It’s customary to ensure loyalty”
“Loyalty?” Kane spat the word, his face contorted with disgust. “By enslaving and brutalizing her? This is how you ensure loyalty in Blackstone?”
Regina’s hand twitched nervously, her voice desperate. “Prince Kane, surely you understand the importance of pack loyalty. And besides… she’s an Omega. Hardly worth the concern”
Kane’s fists clenched, his patience finally snapping. “She is worth more than anyone here if this is how you treat your own. This is not loyalty; it’s cowardice. And it ends now.”
Caden attempted to regain some authority, straightening and trying to meet Kane’s stare. “We meant no disrespect to you or your visit. We had no idea she’d catch your attention”
“You’re fortunate my patience hasn’t worn thinner,” Kane interrupted, his voice cold. “Tomorrow, I’ll be overseeing a formal review of your treatment of this pack’s members. And if I find even the slightest indication that you continue this barbaric behavior, I will take personal action to ensure it stops.”
Alpha Caden’s eyes widened, panic flashing across his face. “You… you can’t simply take over Blackstone’s affairs, Your Highness.”
“I am the Lycan Prince,” Kane stated, his voice a final, deadly warning. “And I can.”
Luna Regina’s face twisted in fury, her eyes narrowing at him, but her voice was tight with forced politeness. “As you wish, Your Highness. We… apologize for any misunderstanding.”
Kane’s gaze burned into hers, unwavering. “There was no misunderstanding. You’ve been warned.”
Without another word, he turned on his heel, leaving the two of them in a tense, suffocating silence.
Aiden POV Aiden stood at the edge of the grand hall, watching from the shadows as the Lycan Prince strode through the pack house with an air of authority that had everyone’s attention. It had been less than a day since the Prince’s arrival, and already, everything had changed.But the change that bothered him the most? The way Kane had reacted to her.Lyra.Aiden clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms as he recalled the humiliating scene earlier. Kane, the almighty Lycan Prince, had found her broken and bleeding in the cells beneath the pack house. There had been a flicker of shock, then fury in the Prince’s eyes when he realized what had been done to her.Why did it bother him so much? Why did Lyra matter to a Prince?Aiden shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts, but the image of her haunted him. He’d thought he was done with her. He’d rejected her for a reason - she was beneath him, an Omega, a nobody. But seeing her fragile form, seeing her clinging to life wit
Aiden's POVAiden paced furiously in his quarters, his fists clenched, his thoughts tangled. Every fiber of his being, every nerve, screamed for him to act, to reclaim what had been taken from him. His wolf stirred restlessly inside him, snarling with frustration. She’s ours. How could you let him touch her?The sharp reminder made Aiden’s heart pound with anger. He’d cast Lyra aside, yes, but that was before he realized the depth of their connection. His rejection had been a mistake, and now Kane, the Lycan Prince, thought he had the right to claim her? The very thought twisted Aiden's gut with jealousy and rage.He could feel his wolf pushing against his control, demanding action, demanding blood.You’ll have to fight him, his wolf whispered darkly. You’ll have to take her back.Aiden gritted his teeth, imagining Kane’s smug face, the way he looked at Lyra as if she were something to be pitied. He wouldn't stand by and let Kane steal her away. Not without a fight.He couldn’t ignore
Kane's POVKane stood frozen for a moment, his golden eyes scanning Lyra’s still form, every inch of her battered body a testament to the brutality she'd suffered at the hands of his pack's Alpha and his daughter. She looked fragile - broken. He could feel her fading heartbeat, her once-vibrant energy nearly extinguished.A surge of fury rose in him, sharper than anything he had ever felt before. How dare they - his own people - treat her like this? This fragile, beautiful, broken girl was his second-chance mate. And she wasn’t going to die. Not like this. Not because of their cruelty.The healer, Evelyn, had already begun to administer IV fluids, but even as she worked, it was clear Lyra wasn’t responding as she should. Her skin was cold to the touch, and her breaths shallow, almost non-existent.Kane's Lycan side stirred restlessly, and a dark, primal force inside him rose in response to her suffering. He couldn’t let her die.Turning to Evelyn, he spoke sharply, his voice cold and
Kane's POVKane’s mind was a storm of fury and suspicion as he strode down the darkened corridors of the Blackstone Pack’s estate. Lyra lay resting in his room, finally stable but still vulnerable after everything she had endured. Every time he thought about her condition, the bruises and wounds covering her frail body, he felt his Lycan rage boil within him, pushing him to unleash it on the very people responsible.But he needed answers, not just vengeance. He needed to understand how the pack had fallen so far, and he intended to start with the two who led it: Alpha Caden and Luna Regina.As he made his way through the silent halls, he mind-linked Thorne. Meet me in my quarters. We need to talk.Kane found Thorne waiting in his quarters. Thorne’s expression was serious, his eyes a sharp contrast to his usual easy-going demeanor. He’d seen Lyra’s condition and knew this was no ordinary investigation.Kane shut the door, crossing the room in a few tense steps. “I want every scrap of i
Kane's POV The Blackstone Pack had built its strength on loyalty and fear. Kane could see that much in the wary glances cast his way as he moved through the corridors, each member too afraid to meet his gaze for long. He felt a simmering rage as he remembered the fear in Lyra’s eyes, her scarred body a testament to the horrors hidden behind these walls. Tonight, he would expose every last one of Regina’s lies.He entered the hall where the pack members had begun gathering, no doubt summoned by the whispered rumors that the Lycan Prince had a reason for them all to be there. Kane scanned the faces of the gathered pack, noting the tense postures, the flickers of confusion and apprehension. He found himself locking eyes with Thorne, who gave him a subtle nod. Thorne’s own investigations had uncovered enough for Kane to have a clear picture of what truly lay beneath the Blackstone Pack’s veneer.Kane stepped forward, letting silence fall over the crowd as all eyes turned toward him.“Man
As Kane guided her away from the oppressive walls of the Blackstone Pack house, Lyra felt a strange mixture of relief and apprehension. The night air was cool, washing over her with a gentle touch that contrasted with the fire still lingering in her heart. Her body was still weak, recovering from days of mistreatment, but for the first time, she felt a glimmer of freedom. She glanced up at Kane, uncertain of his motives yet drawn to his strength and steady presence.They walked in silence for a while, the soft crunch of leaves beneath their feet and the distant rustling of the forest filling the quiet between them. Kane finally led her to the riverbank, where the water glistened under the moonlight. They stopped, and he gestured for her to sit beside him on a fallen log.“Are you comfortable?” Kane’s voice was gentle, as though he sensed her unease.Lyra hesitated but nodded, not wanting to show any more weakness. “Yes…thank you.” Her voice was barely a whisper, but she managed to mee
Kane's POVAs dawn broke, Kane slipped quietly from Lyra’s room, careful not to disturb her rest. Her breathing had steadied through the night, though she remained in a deep, healing sleep. Kane’s heart softened at the sight of her, but he knew he couldn’t afford to linger - there were answers he needed to find, and Regina’s lies to unravel.He headed down the hallway, his footsteps falling silent on the cold stone floor, each step a reminder of the grim task ahead. He would root out every trace of the darkness that had infected this pack, ensuring that no one would ever threaten Lyra again. As he approached the office of Alpha Caden, he signaled to Thorne, who had been waiting outside, ready for whatever came next.“Thorne,” Kane said, nodding to his commander, “I’ll need you to accompany me. We’re going to investigate the records and interview any witnesses who can shed light on what’s been happening here.”Thorne gave a short nod, his eyes hardening with determination. “Understood,
Lyra could hardly believe her reflection. Gone was the hollow-eyed, exhausted girl she had grown accustomed to seeing; in her place was someone new, someone who might even be called… hopeful. Her hand lingered at the collar of the gown Evelyn had brought for her, fingers brushing the soft fabric. It was finer than anything she’d worn in years, and the weight of it felt almost like an anchor, something to keep her steady in the storm ahead.Evelyn’s words echoed in her mind. “He sees strength in you.” Lyra wanted desperately to believe it, but doubt gnawed at her heart.“Lyra, they’re waiting,” Evelyn said softly, touching her shoulder.Lyra nodded, steeling herself as she stepped into the corridor, each step carrying her closer to the chamber where Kane, his father, and the Council members awaited. Her mind raced with doubts and worries. Would they see her as nothing more than the broken slave she’d been all her life? Could she truly stand before them and face their judgment?As she e
Lyra’s Point of ViewThe northern stronghold was vast, its foundations built into the heart of the mountain itself. Hallways of cold stone stretched endlessly, twisting in intricate patterns as if the fortress had grown like roots over time, each tunnel a passageway to secrets long buried.Lyra followed her father in silence, her boots echoing against the polished floors as they descended deeper into the stronghold. The torches lining the walls flickered, their golden light barely reaching the shadows that seemed to press in from every side.She could feel it.The weight of history. The whispers of those who had come before.They were walking into the old places - the ones that had not been disturbed in centuries.Killian had said little since they left the war room. His expression remained unreadable, but Lyra didn’t miss the tension in his shoulders, the slight furrow in his brow.Finally, he spoke. “The archives were sealed after the war between the First Queen and the Demon God. N
Lyra’s POVThe chamber was silent after her father’s final words, but inside her mind - inside her soul - there was no silence.The First Queen was awake.She could feel her, a whisper in the back of her thoughts, a presence curling around her consciousness like smoke."You are not ready."Lyra stiffened, her nails digging into her palms.She had spent her life believing she was in control of her own destiny. That her choices, her victories, and her losses were her own. But now?Now, she wasn’t just herself anymore.The First Queen’s presence had been lingering since the moment she woke after the battle with the Demon God. At first, it had been subtle - a whisper here, a flicker of something in the corner of her mind. But now, it was like an ember catching fire, waiting to consume.Lyra closed her eyes, exhaling slowly."You are my heir."The words weren’t just memories. They were hers - the Queen’s voice brushing against her thoughts, curling into her mind like it belonged there.No.
Lyra POVThe flickering lamps lining the corridor cast elongated shadows on the stone walls as Lyra followed her father into the war room. The weight of what she had asked settled heavily on her chest, but she did not waver.She needed answers.Kane walked beside her, silent but present, his silver eyes watchful. He had been there when the First Queen had taken over her body - he had spoken to her - and now, he would hear the truth alongside her.Killian dismissed the guards stationed outside the chamber before stepping in, his presence commanding as ever. The heavy wooden doors groaned shut behind them.The room was dimly lit, with a large, circular table in the center, covered in old maps and ancient texts. The scent of parchment and aged leather filled the space, mingling with the faint traces of smoke from the brazier in the corner.Killian remained standing, arms crossed over his chest. "What do you know of the First Queen?" he asked.Lyra inhaled sharply. "Only what the historie
Lyra POVThe weight of her father’s words clung to the air like a storm waiting to break.We prepare.For what?A war against gods who had existed before time itself? A battle against something no mortal could ever hope to understand?Lyra’s fingers curled into fists against her lap, her nails biting into her palms. Every instinct in her screamed that something was wrong, something beyond the devastation left behind by the Demon God.She had survived. But at what cost?The presence inside her had not faded.The First Queen still lurked in the shadows of her soul, coiled like a predator biding its time. Lyra could feel her - not an overwhelming force taking control, not yet, but there. A whisper at the back of her mind, a weight that had settled into her very bones.A force that did not belong to her.Kane’s grip on her hand was steady, grounding. But even he couldn’t quiet the turmoil inside her.Across from her, her father watched, his sharp amber eyes filled with something unreadabl
Lyra POVThe chamber door opened.A presence - strong, unwavering, familiar.Lyra’s gaze lifted, and there he stood. Alpha Killian. Her father.Despite everything - the battle, the wounds, the exhaustion - he was still the mountain of a man. Power clung to him like a second skin, his aura crackling with dominance. His broad shoulders were squared, his sharp golden eyes scanning her with a mixture of relief and something deeper - concern.But there was something else. Something guarded. As if he had already guessed why she had summoned him.Lyra sat up, ignoring the way her muscles ached. Kane remained beside her, ever-watchful, his silver gaze flickering between her and her father.Killian exhaled, stepping closer. "You're awake."Lyra swallowed hard. Barely.She didn't say it.Instead, she met his gaze head-on. "I need answers."A muscle in Killian's jaw twitched. "I had a feeling you might say that."He pulled a chair closer, his heavy boots echoing against the stone floor as he sat
Lyra POVThere was nothing.No light. No sound. No sense of up or down. Only a vast, endless void.Lyra drifted, her body weightless, her mind unanchored.She tried to move, but there was no ground beneath her feet, no air in her lungs. It was like she had been ripped from existence itself.Then - a pulse.Faint at first, like a whisper through the dark.Then again. Louder. Stronger. A rhythm she recognized. Her heartbeat.The void trembled, a ripple coursing through the blackness like a stone cast into still water.And then - a presence. Low. Powerful. Ancient.“You were never meant to wake.”The voice was cold, steady, a whisper of command laced with undeniable authority.The darkness rippled again.And suddenly - Lyra was falling. The impact rattled through her bones, though there was no visible ground beneath her. Gasping, she pushed herself up, her limbs trembling.And that was when she saw her.A golden glow flickered in the distance, illuminating a figure standing still in the
Kane POV The night was too quiet.Kane sat by Lyra’s side, his fingers curled tightly around her wrist, as if his touch alone could anchor her to him.But she didn’t stir.Not once since they had left the ruins of the castle.She had always been a fighter - fierce, untamed, unwilling to yield even in the face of gods. Yet now, she lay motionless, her breathing soft, steady, but… wrong.Not once had her Lycan stirred.Not once had she reached for him through their bond.The firelit chamber in the northern stronghold was warm, but Kane felt cold.Briane hovered over Lyra, her brows furrowed in concentration as she murmured incantations under her breath. Symbols of ancient magic pulsed at her fingertips, flickering across Lyra’s skin before fading like dying embers.Nothing worked.With a frustrated sigh, Briane pulled back, wiping sweat from her brow."I don’t understand," she muttered. "Her body is… stable. No wounds, no curses, no poisons. But something is keeping her from ...""From
The moment the golden light faded, Kane knew something was wrong.The chamber stood still, thick with the lingering echoes of power that had just torn through reality itself. The last remnants of the Demon God’s existence had been obliterated, its monstrous form reduced to nothing but dust and shadow. The battle was over.And yet something was off.. Lyra collapsed.Kane lunged forward, catching her just before she hit the cracked stone floor.Her body was limp in his arms, her hair falling in a tangled mess over her face. He could feel the rapid, shallow rise and fall of her chest, but it was too weak - as if something inside her was slipping further and further away.His heart slammed against his ribs, a soundless snarl tearing through him as he shook her gently."Lyra," he called, his voice steady, but beneath it, there was a razor-sharp edge of fear. "Wake up."Silence.He tried again, gripping her tighter."Lyra!"Nothing.She wasn’t responding.Not through their bond.Not even
The chamber exploded with fury.The castle itself screamed, the magic woven into its very foundation fracturing under the sheer weight of the entity’s rage.Towers above them cracked, the stone splitting apart as if the very bones of the fortress could no longer withstand the force of what had been unleashed. The great warning horns of the city rang out, a desperate call for warriors to take up arms, for the innocent to run, flee, escape before it was too late.But in this chamber, there was no escape.The Demon God’s form twisted, its shadowed body shifting, growing impossibly large, expanding until the darkness swallowed the last remaining torches, leaving only the faint, pulsing glow of the shattered Grand Stone to illuminate the void.It no longer shifted like a specter in the dark.It had taken shape.A monstrous being, its body formed of writhing shadows and endless malice.Its head was crowned with jagged horns, piercing through the air like the twisted roots of a cursed tree.