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Lyra’s POVI cautiously approach, my heart pounding in my chest. Opening the door, I see a figure sitting on my bed.Immediately, he sees me, relief washing over him. It's as if he was scared that something bad might have happened to me. He approaches cautiously.I furrow my brows, trying to deduce what could make him look so worried. Despite the dark bags under his eyes, he still looks incredibly handsome. The tension in the room is palpable as we silently assess each other.He was wearing blue jeans and a white t-shirt that hugged his body perfectly. His abs were visible, drawing my attention involuntarily.I gulp and avert my gaze, not wanting him to catch me checking him out. He still had that effect on me. Sasha purrs with pleasure at the proximity of my rejected mate, her satisfaction palpable. He wears a conflicted expression as he moves closer, clearly wanting to touch me. But the look on my face makes him stop, so he clenches his hand into a fist and steps back.Finally com
Kessler’s POVThe royal court had been professionally decorated with banners and floral arrangements.The setting was magnificent and well taken care of by my mother. She had been over the moon since everything fell back into place.Alpha Baynes decided to take action so his daughter wouldn't be humiliated, especially now that she is pregnant.Dignitaries and prominent Alphas from the neighbourhood are in attendance to witness the mating ceremony.I never imagined things would turn out like this. All I wanted was a marriage of convenience, but Lyra's capture has left me in turmoil, and now, I find myself leaning toward Annie.Fuck, how did I let this happen? If Annie wasn't pregnant, there's no way they could have forced her on me.I stand at the window of my room, gazing out at the expanse of the pack. Everyone seems elated that I've chosen to have another Luna.Every woman wishes to be in Annie's shoes, while every man desires to be in mine. Annie is a beauty who deserves to be cheri
Lyra’s POVI was walking down the hall when I caught sight of a familiar figure, bound with a silver chain. My heart beats fast in my chest as I take in the sight before me.It's my uncle. True to his words, Kessler had sent ambushes against my uncle and his minions, and he had been captured.My emotions churn as I approach, a mix of anger, betrayal, and a hint of satisfaction knowing that justice is finally catching up to him. I stop in front of him, locking eyes with the man who once held power over me. His expression is a mask of defiance, but I see the flicker of fear in his eyes.I know I should feel happy now that he has been brought in, but my mind drifts away again when I remember how devious and cunning my uncle could be.As soon as he catches sight of me, he gives a devious smirk and spits on the floor. "I detest you with every fiber of my being."I meet his gaze dead-on, tired of being a victim and finally standing up for myself. With indignation coursing through me, I spit
Kessler’s POVAs I make my way to the dungeon, anger courses through me at Jack. How dare he try to attack my pack!Gratitude fills me for Lyra for not keeping the information to herself. It makes me feel like we're fighting for the same cause—to bring Jack down.Anger wells up inside me as I realize I've been too lenient with him.Every step forward feels like a battle against the injustice that Jack has inflicted upon us.Yet, amidst the anger, there's a hint of resolution knowing that Lyra and I are in this together, I sense Annie's approaching footsteps, but I don't bother looking back. Perhaps she's taking her Luna duties seriously.I hear a low growl emanating from the petite lady who has captivated my heart, despite the rejection. I can't fathom how I'll have to function around here, knowing fully well that I'll see her every day.Her presence is like a constant reminder of what could have been, stirring up conflicting emotions within me. Every encounter with her is a struggle
"I'm your Luna, remember? And nothing bad; we shared a room. I can't see the reason why we're staying in different rooms; it looks suspicious.""Suspicious in what sense? I can summon you to my room when I feel like it. See, I acknowledge that you are Luna, but I just love my privacy," I try to explain to her kindly, though the emotions inside me are conflicted.Deep down, I understand her concern. It's not about distrust; it's about personal space. I soften my tone, hoping she'll comprehend.A room has been prepared for you. I'll invite you over to my room whenever I feel like it, understood? I try to treasure her deeply.She wanted to protest, but I gave her a cold glare that made her cower in fear. Sometimes I wonder why she is so fearful. I don't like my women like this."I love them daring and bold like Lyra," Dolph said in my head.I yearn for a partner who exudes strength and fearlessness, someone who challenges me and matches my intensity. I shake off the longing, refocusing o
Lyra’s POVThe time spent with Jack makes me angrier than I can imagine. It stirs up so many emotions that I try my best to suppress, but I just can't help it.As I walk through the hallway attached to the dungeon, trying to find my way to my room, I can't help but wonder: Why is my life so complicated? First, my mother denies the bond I thought I had with her, and now Jack tells me how he hates my dad.Each step feels like a struggle against the tangled web of emotions swirling within me. Confusion, anger, and a profound sense of betrayal fill my mind."My dear, I'll allow you to ponder on the snippet I've told you," Jack's words keep ringing in my head like a mantra.He is responsible for my father's death, and the fact that Kayla knows about this fuels the raging anger in my heart.Every time I close my eyes, I see flashes of memories, the moments with my father that were stolen by Jack's betrayal. "But how did he do it?" I mutter, my mind racing with questions. Kessler claims he k
Lyra’s POVA sleek car is parked nearby, its door held open by a man who bows his head respectfully as he gestures for me to enter. I hesitate, torn between trust and doubt, unsure if I should go back or proceed with Shawn's plan.Shawn has always been reliable, but I can't shake the nagging doubts. What if he's changed after all these years?Sasha finally breaks the silence, voicing her concern. "What if he has changed?" she wonders aloud.I roll my eyes at her, Ignoring Sasha's teasing, I take a moment to collect my thoughts. Despite my reservations, I know I can't afford to let fear hold me back. Trusting Shawn might be my only option at this point."There's no crime in taking risks," I remind myself, trying to quell the rising unease as I settle into the sleek car. As I make myself comfortable, my heart begins to pound in my chest at the sight of the stern-faced men around me.They all seem too serious for my liking, not a single one bothering to initiate the conversation to eas
Getting to the room prepared for me, I'm awestruck because everything has been set and prepared for my arrival. Funny enough, I can't quite place the name with a face.I make a mental note to thank Shawn for going all out for me.I'm happy to breathe fresh new air away from the rollercoaster of emotions I felt at Moonpeak pack.I don't need to look behind me as if I'm being watched now that my uncle is locked up in the dungeon.With a sigh of contentment, I take a moment to appreciate the peace of my surroundings. It's a welcome change from the chaos and drama I left behind.But amidst the calm, a nagging sense of unease lingers in the back of my mind. I can't shake the feeling that trouble still lurks around the corner, waiting to rear its head when I least expect it. For now, though, I push those worries aside.I hope he gets a judgment for the pain and heartache he has caused me.As for my mother, I'll let her be and live my life as if I have no one.And as for my real parents, I do
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