Clutching his shirt, I pull him closer, and he smirks, well aware of the effect he has on me. The wetness in my core intensifies with his touch. His overpowering scent and minty breath envelop me. Then he whispers, "Lyra if I slip my finger inside you, I swear you are dripping wet for me. And you say you hate me?" That is the breaking point. Summoning all my strength, I push him away forcefully, slipping out of his grasp. ........................ Lyra runs away when falsely accused of poisoning the Alpha Tristan. Pursued, she was rescued by Lycan king Kessler, who she realized was her mate. However, he had killed her parents, making her conflicted. To meet her uncle's demands, she pretends loyalty to the Lycan king but faces threats from the Alpha she fled from. The Alpha wants her dead. Her uncle insists on her having an heir with the Lycan king. The Lycan king refused to mate with her. Lyra's journey unfolds as she wrestles with these challenges – will she overcome them or succumb to the pressure?
View MoreIn the dimly lit room shared with other omega members, a sigh escapes me. I notice the door is slightly open, and I sense his presence without even looking—a familiar sensation sending shivers down my spine.
His footsteps echo as he nears. When he takes my hand, I flinch but quickly compose myself, not wanting to show how much he affects me.
He presses my back against the wall and holds my hands up. I avoid looking at his face, feeling trapped, as he presses against me.
In the intense and uncomfortable moment, I can sense his erection. I try to endure it without letting him see how much it affects me.
Alpha Tristan is many things. I despise him with everything within me. After my father's death, I was brought to him, and I don't seem to understand the connection between him and my uncle.
This has become his regular practice - he asserts control, and he can take me whenever he wants.
"Show me your utmost submission because you rely on my protection. You're mine for a reason," he commands.
I nod, awaiting his next move.
Forcefully, his lips meet mine, and I reluctantly part my lips as he kisses me fiercely.
He explores further, squeezing my breast. I shiver, and he raises an eyebrow, satisfied.
"So many things I want to do to you, but not today; saving the best for tomorrow when I'll mark you," he whispers.
Fear grips me, and I gulp, nodding my head in acknowledgment.
"You must look presentable tomorrow," he says, pointing to a dress bag on the bed. I hadn't noticed he dropped it there.
I stay silent, keeping my eyes on the dress bag. The looming mating ceremony fills me with dread; he knows how much I hate being around him.
He approached me, noticing something wasn't right. Lifting my face with a gentle touch, he brought his lips close to where my mate would mark me.
Lost in my thoughts, his voice pulls me back. "You seem nervous," he observes, looking straight into my eyes while I avoid his gaze. "I'll forgive you for being nervous."
After a moment, he lets go and heads for the door. "Rest well, my lady," he says with a mocking tone before leaving.
I glare at the door and angrily throw the dress bag against it. My heart races, and I shake my head at my fate.
I despise him—my unwilling Alpha, my unwanted mate. I can't stand him—I'm not his mate. Why does he insist on marking me?
To be marked and mated to Tristan only means one thing: I am bound to him for life, and I won't let that happen.
I know the expectation is for me to be thrilled about being marked by Alpha Tristan of the Croftwood pack.
However, I can't accept the happiness others want for me. If I'm to be mated to this man, it means living a life as a prisoner, a pawn for pleasure.
I pace back and forth, wrestling with thoughts of what to do. The weight of the situation drains me, and I feel exhausted.
A sudden push from the door brings me back to reality. A sense of relief washes over me as I realize it's Cara, one of the omegas. Her presence only means one thing: a call to duty.
Cara and I share a close bond, considering each other friends. We try to keep our friendship subtle to avoid raising any eyebrows from our superiors.
"Lyra, let's hurry before that wicked witch comes looking for us," Cara says. I agree, hastily standing up and following her to the kitchen.
While in the kitchen, Chloe abruptly barges in. Sasha, my wolf, rolls her eyes. "Oh, not today.”
Chloe is dressed in an elegant red dress that compliments her figure. Her eyes are strikingly beautiful, a shade of hazel, and her nails are manicured.
Despite her attitude, it's hard not to notice the undeniable beauty Chloe effortlessly carries.
She doesn't stop at making my life miserable with each passing day in the pack. And this makes me wonder and ask, "Why does Tristan want me? He has Chloe."
With arrogance and her gaze cutting through the room, I avoid her piercing stare. I know today won't be easy.
Chloe hurls insults at me. "You are a pathetic excuse for a wolf, a weakling like you shouldn't even be in my presence. I doubt you can accomplish anything as a breeder.”
I take a deep breath to maintain my composure, but Sasha growls defiantly in my head.
Her commanding voice snaps me out of my thoughts. "Enough of your presence here. Go set the table," she orders, dismissing me with a wave of her hand.
I hurriedly left to do her bidding. "What's she doing in the kitchen?" Sasha questions.
I sigh and murmur, "Who cares," focusing on the task at hand.
Without much ado, I go about my work. I serve Alpha Tristan his dinner. He doesn't even glance at me once, for which I am grateful. Chloe is with him.
After finishing, I return to my room and pace back and forth, wrestling with thoughts of what to do. The weight of the situation drains me, and I feel exhausted. Eventually, I doze off into a deep sleep.
In my dream, terror grips me, and I cling to my mother tightly, my eyes shut tightly at the frightening scene unfolding before me. My whole body vibrates with fear, even with my eyes still closed. Summoning courage, I finally opened my eyes to the scene.
Amidst the chaos, my father's formidable black wolf, with shining brown eyes, stands bravely in battle. Strength and courage emanate from him.
But then, a shadowy figure emerges. Fear tightens its grip as I strain to see, but the face remains hidden.
My father, in his wolf form, valiantly fights against this mysterious figure with growls and clashes.
The shadowy figure swings a sword, slashing my dad's heart. He collapses to the ground, growling in pain, desperately fighting back.
My mum, in a desperate howl, drops me and shifts into her wolf form to join the fierce battle.
Then I wake up with a jolt as hot tears stream down my eyes.
My heart races like it wants to escape my chest as the remnant of the dream lingers in my mind.
Scanning the room, confusion clouds my thoughts as I search for reassurance that it was just a dream.
The dream is disturbing because it keeps recurring. I had watched my dad get killed by a ruthless Alpha right in front of me, and since then, the scene of battle keeps reoccurring.
As I struggle to collect my thoughts, I hear a sudden loud knock on my door.
I jump as my eyes widen in surprise, looking towards the door, wondering who is there.
I hesitate for a moment, debating whether to open the door, but the knocking persists. The knock adds to my unease, and fear and confusion linger.
Summoning courage, I take a deep breath and get up, opening the door to face the unknown. My heart pounds in my chest from fear as he shouts in indignation.
Julie’s POVFinding one mate should be a blessing, but I'm left heartbroken and shattered into pieces over Ryder.I have not been there emotionally ever since Ryder was injected. I doubt I'll recover from it.I can't stand looking into his face and knowing that I haven't gone to check on him ever since the incident happened.I wouldn't want to see the hurt and pain that he will be going through. It would break me even more.I know I can't keep avoiding Ryder forever. The guilt of not being there for him weighs heavily on my conscience, and I can't bear the thought of adding to his pain by staying away.I know something isn't right. Ryder isn't a member of this pack, which explains why I haven't come in contact with him even once.To top it all off, he is Xavier’s friend. My brother is a lot of things, and sometimes I doubt his loyalty to this pack because most times he speaks ill of Alpha Kessler.To be honest, Alpha Kessler has been nothing but good to me and my brother. He provided v
I'm startled. "For fuck's sake, I just had my bath, and you're engulfing me in a hug. I'm sorry to say it makes me feel dirty again," she says softly, gently moving her away from me.I look at Cara in shock, wondering what could be going through her mind to behave in such a manner. But her voice is somber as she asks, "Don't you like it here?"I stare at her in disbelief, wondering what she means by "don't you like it here.""Care to explain, ma'am?" I ask in a mocking tone.She stomps her feet like an erring child. "I'm not joking, Lyra. Don't you like it here?"Then it occurred to me that she thought I was serious when I said I would go back to Northville to continue what I started there. She truly believes I'm considering leaving."Please don't leave us again, your time away from us was hell, and Kessler might not admit it, but it was torture for him not to have you around."I swallow hard, feeling the weight of her words. I didn't want to go through that route, of feeding her the
She has this contemplative look like she's debating whether to tell me something or not. But trust me, I won't accept a no for an answer.And I have no intention of pressuring her. I move closer, gently squeezing her shoulder. She places her hand on mine, acknowledging my presence. Her gaze seems distant, and she fidgets with her nails, a sign of nervousness. Zach and I are great, but whenever I'm on my period, I notice he gets that look.It's like a switch flips, and suddenly, there's this tension in the air. I try to brush it off, but it's hard not to notice.She pauses as if trying to piece together her thoughts. I wonder if he always wears that expression as if he wishes I were pregnant instead of menstruating.Finally, I grasped the issue. But I must choose my words carefully, so as not to hurt her, because it's one thing to open up, and another for your heart to find solace from that vulnerability."So, you mean he expects you to be pregnant, and seeing you menstruating means yo
Lyra’s POVWatching Kessler walk out the door, I have mixed feelings about everything that has happened. I rest my hand on my chest, trying to still my racing heart. The scent of my arousal fills the room, and I blush, knowing he can suggest hot, steamy sex when he returns. He knows I want him, and the feeling is mutual. The thought of the kiss lingers in my mind as I drift off to sleep, clutching the pillow tightly.I have a rather nice sleep with thoughts of Kessler resting on my mind. His presence in my life helps take away the thought of Ryder trying to get rid of me. I wake up the next morning feeling refreshed yet apprehensive. The events of the previous night play in my mind like a movie reel. I know I have to confront my feelings about Kessler.Sunlight pierces through my room. The last time this happened, Kessler was in the kitchen cooking breakfast. With that thought in mind and a smile on my face, I make my way to the kitchen, hoping to see him there. I am disappointed when
Kessler’s POVI don't like it when Lyra stays mad at me. I didn't know she was going to take the role of godmother to Annie's baby. Given what Annie had done to her, I had my doubts. So, I followed her to her room to be sure she'd stop being mad at me. When she complains about her leg, all I want is to massage her legs and make her feel better.Her moan makes my member twitch in my trousers; I can sense she wants me. There's no doubt I want her, but I want my time with Lyra to be special again. Dang, I can't think straight when I catch a whiff of her arousal. With hurried steps, she heads into the bathroom. I can tell she is embarrassed; she takes her time in there. But when she steps out in her towel, all I want is to take her right there and make her scream my name.She looks at me, surprised to see I’m still in the room. I need to take control of my emotions; I want her as much as she wants me. With a smirk, I walk closer to her, noticing her expectant gaze. I run my hand through he
When Kessler called me "Sunshine" and mentioned there was something else, my curiosity piqued. I could sense his uncertainty, but I leaned in, asking, "What is it?""I know she did many things to you that she wasn't proud of," he began. "She said it before she passed away—she couldn't look into your eyes and ask for forgiveness."I nodded slowly, trying to grasp the significance of Kessler's words and where he was leading this conversation."Annie wants us to be the godparents to her baby," Kessler said hurriedly, as if the words were burning on his tongue. I couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, a smile spreading across my face. Playfully, I smacked him on the chest and teased, "Is that what was taking you forever to say?"Kessler chuckled, a weight lifted off his shoulders. "Yes, I wanted to make sure you were okay with it.""Of course," I replied with sincerity. "We'll be great godparents. But you hurt my feelings, Kessler, for thinking that I would say no to being the godmoth
Kessler’s POV With hurried steps, we made our way to the pack hospital. I wonder what might have gone wrong for my attention to be needed at the hospital, but I was grateful that Lyra was right by my side. The thought of anything happening to Lyra filled me with dread as I remembered what had happened in her room. As we approached the hospital, my heart raced with worry. The memory of finding Lyra in distress in her room flashed through my mind. It's a relief that Lyra was able to control her powers without harming the baby. Ryder must have taken advantage of the situation, knowing we were all focused on Annie's well-being. I wondered if there was a connection between Ryder's actions and Annie's condition. Regardless, I made a mental note to investigate the matter swiftly. The safety and security of our pack were important and we needed to uncover the truth to protect everyone. Many serious issues have happened within my pack, and I can no longer afford to overlook them. We arr
Kessler holds me close as if I mean the world to him. His scent is comforting. "Please, get me water," I tell him as he stands up, goes to the kitchen, and brings back a bottle of water. I sit up and look at Ryder, realizing he is almost lifeless on the floor. I guess it's the impact of the syringe he brought to inject me. I rushed to Ryder's side. My heart races as I check for signs of life, hoping for any flicker of movement. "Ryder, can you hear me?" I whisper, my voice trembling with worry. Fear grips me as I realize I could have been almost lifeless like him, and I doubt I would survive it. I can't begin to imagine the trauma that would follow. Someone wants me dead for sure, and now I don't think Ryder can say anything to reveal who sent him. I was consumed with worry, but my thoughts turned to Julie. How would she handle the revelation that her mate is not who she believes him to be? Just then, Kessler walked in with the bottle of water in hand and handed it to me. "Thank
I was tired and I had to put my clothes back on, wondering who it could be, dragging myself to the door. I opened it and lo I was shocked to realize that it was no other than Ryder, I know I had just thought about him not being a good guy, but he just confirmed my suspicion by coming to my room. "What do you want?" I ask politely, trying my best not to be rude, but inside, I'm seriously annoyed. He smirks and pushes the door open, making his way inside without waiting for an invitation. I stand there, my annoyance growing as Ryder enters without any regard for my privacy or invitation. "I just wanted to talk," he says casually as if his intrusion is perfectly acceptable. "Well, I don't feel like talking right now," I reply curtly, crossing my arms over my chest. Ryder shrugs nonchalantly, unfazed by my obvious discomfort. "Suit yourself," he says, moving further into the room as if he owns it. I grit my teeth, feeling my patience wearing thin. "You need to leave," I say firmly
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