Lylah's world is turned upside down when she discovers she's pregnant with Thane's child, just a week before her wedding to Cormac. As she confides in her best friend Shay, she's forced to confront the consequences of her secret affair. But Lylah's revelation hints at a deeper plan - one that could change everything. Will she find a way to escape her arranged marriage and be with the love of her life, or will the secrets she keeps destroy everything?
"Lylah, what did you mean by your last statement?"Lylah had been silent since her careless outburst, thinking about the best way to exonerate herself from the situation, but Shay's skeptical, almost disappointed look, put her in a turbulent conflict within herself. "It's... I... it's nothing..." She stuttered, trying to downplay her previous statement. Shay's eyes narrowed, her gaze piercing as she stared at Lylah. "What is 'nothing'? I'm talking about what you just said." Lylah's heart was pounding furiously now. There was no way of escaping this, unless... "What are you talking about?" she asked, feigning ignorance.Shay's expression was cynical. "Don't play dumb, Lylah. You said the wedding wasn't even going to happen eventually. What did you mean by that?"Lylah hesitated, unsure of how to respond. She couldn't reveal Thane's plan to Shay, not yet. But she also couldn't deny what she had said. "I...I don't know what I meant," she stammered.Shay's eyes flashed with anger. "Lyl
Thane's heart sank as he entered the Alpha's chambers. He had been away for only two days, and had expected to return to a sense of normalcy. But instead, he was met with a scene that made his blood run cold.Alpha Ryker lay on a sick bed, his chest wrapped in bandages. A doctor was stopping over him, making fast the bandages, while a warden - one of the most trusted members of the pack - sat beside him, watching over him with a grave expression.Thane's instincts kicked in, and he rushed to his brother's side, shoving the doctor aside. "What happened?" he demanded, his voice low and urgent.The warden, a grizzled old wolf named Thorne, looked up at him. "He was shot," he said, his voice firm. "He went hunting with his guards yesterday, and...and someone shot him."Thane's eyes narrowed. "Who did it?" he growled.Thorne shook his head. "We don't know. The shot came from a distance, and by the time the wardens got to its source, the shooter was long gone."Thane's mind was racing. He f
Thane sat at the head of the table, surrounded by members of the Lunar Council. The air was thick with tension as the men seated themselves, ready to give their report about the ongoing investigation into the attack on the Alpha. It had been two weeks since the incident, but they seemed to be making very little progress. "Let me hear the latest from the past days." Thane said, his voice firm.Chief Candar, the Chief Warden, was the first to speak. "We have combed the forest again as you requested Sir, however the tyre tracks found near the scene of the crime have led us nowhere especially since the heavy rain that fell two days after the attack washed away the trail."Thane's eyes narrowed. "What about eyewitnesses? I asked for inquiries at the other clans."Aurora, the pack's lead scout, shook her head. "We've questioned everyone in the surrounding Clans, but no one saw or heard anything suspicious."Thane's gaze hardened. He slammed his fist on the table, startling the others. "Tha
Lylah sat on her bed, staring blankly ahead, Thane's letter crumpled in her hand. She had been waiting for what felt like an eternity to hear back from him, and now that she finally had, her world was crumbling around her.Having written to Thane about the pregnancy at Shay's urging, she had been so sure that he would come for her, that he would sweep her off her feet and take her away from the arranged marriage that loomed over her like a dark cloud and they would go off and start a life of their own just as they had planned.But now, as she read between the lines of Thane's reply, she realized that he was in no position to rescue her. His brother was dead, and he was now the Alpha, with a whole new set of responsibilities weighing him down. The last straw was his suggestion that she willingly go into the marriage with Cormac, so that when the pregnancy showed, everyone would think it belonged to Cormac. Lylah felt a wave of despair wash over her. She had been so blind, so foolish to
The sun rose brightly over the horizon, casting a warm glow over the bustling courtyard. Alone in her room, Lylah sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes fixed on the floor as she struggled to come to terms with the day ahead. She had sent for Shay, the only person who knew her secret, and her friend's arrival was a welcome distraction. "I'm here, Lyl." Shay announced as she pushed the door open and stepped in. "You've made your hair, it's beautiful!" Lylah remarked as soon as Shay sat beside her on the bed. Shay's blonde hair had been beautifully interwoven at the back, with curls delicately cascading on the sides of it. Shay chuckled, her eyes beaming with happiness at the compliment. "And you've not made yours." She replied. "It appears I'm even more ready than the bride herself. Today's the day, isn't it?" She asked. Lylah forced a smile. "Yep, I guess it is." Shay looked closely at her, stooping low and running her eyes over Lylah's face in her motherly fashion. "You look a bit
Lylah and Cormac didn't return to the Courtyard after their run. Rather, as tradition demanded, they made their way to the Alphahold, where Lylah's belongings were already waiting for her in Cormac's chambers. The Alphahold, a grand and imposing structure, the seat of the Alpha himself, loomed before them. Lylah felt a shiver run down her spine as they approached the entrance, the heavy wooden door creaking open to admit them. Cormac's parents were just coming in as well, and warmly welcomed her before going in to their own chambers. "I'm going to wash up," Cormac said, his voice ringing out like a bell on the warm night as he entered the bathroom. The sound of running water and the scent of soap wafted through the air, mingling with the smell of wood smoke and pine reaching all the way from the bonfire at the Courtyard.Lylah took as much time as possible undressing herself, her fingers trembling as she unfastened the delicate buttons on her wedding gown. She hung the dress on a hook
Lylah sat stiffly beside Cormac, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. The grand living room of the Alphahold was filled with the sound of laughter and conversation, as guests came and went, congratulating the newlyweds.Cormac's mother, the Alpha's mate, smiled warmly as she refilled the wine cups in front of them. "You two make a lovely couple," she said. "You'll do very well."Lylah forced a smile, her eyes darting to Cormac, who was looking stolidly ahead with an intensity that made her skin crawl. He hadn't said two words to her since the previous night, and she knew that he was still seething with anger at the occurrences of the past night. As the day wore on, the room filled with more guests, dignitaries from the other clans of the Realm, with their gifts, to congratulate the Alpha's son and his new mate on their marriage. Lylah didn't feel comfortable with all the attention, however, this was tradition. She was married to the next-in-line Alpha, so she had to sit tight and
The sun was setting over the calm waters of the lake, casting a golden glow over the gathered crowd. Thane stood at the water's edge, his eyes fixed on the boat in front of him, decorated with a wreath of flowers. In it lay Alpha Ryker’s corpse, draped in a green, funeral cloak.The clan's shaman, a wise and aged woman, stepped forward and began to chant. Her voice was low and soothing, and it seemed to match the rhythm of the waves lapping against the shore. The crowd fell silent, mesmerized by the ritual.When the shaman finished her chant, the crowd erupted into a mournful cry, their collective grief echoing across the lake. Thane felt a lump form in his throat as he gazed out at the boat, overwhelmed by a profound sense of loss. His sister, Drena, stood somberly beside him. She had arrived from Galenstar the previous day with her two children, but the night's rest seemed to have offered her little respite, as she looked even more exhausted than when she had first arrived. On Thane
The sight of Justine's figure in the open doorway made Lylah's heart sink, her alarm turning into terror as she realized that with this intrusion all her effort to convince Kael and make him see reason - which seemed to be working - might just be washed down the drain with Justine's sudden appearance. Justine took a few steps inside, his eyes scanning the room with an air of authority. Lylah stood up abruptly, a cold sweat breaking out on her forehead as Justine's gaze settled on her."What have you two been discussing?" Justine asked, his voice cold and detached.Lylah tried to brace herself, her voice firm despite the fear that threatened to overwhelm her. "What I discuss with my son is none of your business, Justine."Justine's smile was a thin, cruel line. "As long as you're in my house, it's very much my business.""Ha!" Lylah exclaimed, her eyes flashing with anger. "Your house?" She shrieked. "Like I asked to be locked up in this glorified prison! Why don't you call your guards
Lylah stood outside Kael's room, her hand hovering over the door handle as she gathered her thoughts. She still felt groggy and tired from the uneasy sleep she'd had the night before, however her conversation with Angela had sparked a determination within her. She took a deep breath, her resolve solidifying, and knocked on the door.The door swung open, and Kael stood before her in a bathrobe, wiping his damp hair with a towel. A warm smile spread across his face as he caught sight of her. "Mom." He beamed, "How are you? I stopped by your room last night to check on you, but there was no answer when I knocked."Lylah forced a smile. "Everything's fine, sweetheart. I was just out for a walk in the yard."Kael's eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze piercing as he searched her face. Despite her reassurance, the tension in her shoulders and the faint crease between her eyebrows betrayed her true emotions. "You look a bit troubled," he said, his voice gentle. "Do you want to come in and sit do
The sky above had darkened to a deep shade of indigo as Lylah spoke, and stars were beginning to twinkle like diamonds scattered across the canvas of the universe. The air had grown cooler, bringing back the scent of damp earth and the distant hint of rain. Angela stood facing Lylah, taking in the outlines of her face in the bright lights surrounding them, a lot of questions on her mind. She reached out and took Lylah's hand. It was soft and tender. Angela squeezed it gently, as though trying to convey her support and understanding without words."Well, what happened then? How did you manage?" She asked, keeping her voice as soft and encouraging as possible. "It wasn't easy at all," Lylah said, gazing down at her feet which was beginning to hurt. "Naturally my parents were summoned. It was a very uncomfortable scene. My mother was disappointed, yes, but wanted me to just say the truth so that she could find a way to help me. My father on the other hand, well, I think his anger was m
The pale sun was now dipping below the horizon, transforming the lawn into a warm, golden oasis. Sharp lights flickered to life all over the mansion, casting a gentle glow over the lush greenery and the delicate flowers waving up into the sky.Lylah stood watching them, her hands folded over her chest, and her eyes fixed on Angela's face as she pondered whether she could trust her. The fading light danced across Angela's features, illuminating her hazel eyes and bold smile. Lylah's heart swelled with a mix of emotions - fear, uncertainty, yet a deep longing for connection."My life has been a series of events that I never could have imagined," she began, blinking at the dahlias which were swaying lightly in the evening breeze. "You must know by now that I grew up among my kin, werewolves, that is?" She asked, turning to look intently at Angela, who nodded vigorously. "Well," she continued, averting her gaze once more, "I had only heard of other humans who weren't werewolves in storie
The heavy rain that had been falling for most of the day had stopped at late afternoon, leaving behind a faint scent of wet earth and a sky that was slowly clearing. A weak sun had appeared in the sky, casting a pale glow over the mansion's lawn, where droplets of water clung to the blades of grass like tiny diamonds. The automated gate swung open to receive Angela as she walked in, stepping gingerly on the gravel path. As she approached the lawn, she spotted Lylah standing at the far end, strands of her long hair being blown into her face by the soft breeze that followed the rain. Lylah was gazing out absent-mindedly at the flowers that bloomed in soft hues of pink and yellow. There was a distant expression on her face as she looked at the flowers, as though she wasn't seeing them at all. Angela's heart swelled with a mix of curiosity and empathy as she drew closer to her. Her thoughts had been reeling from the conversation she had with Kael, all the while contemplating what he sai
Kael's expression was guarded, his eyes narrowing slightly as he shifted uncomfortably on the bed. The way the visit was unfolding was definitely different from the picture he'd had in his mind all day. He felt like he'd rather not talk about his mother, but Angela's expectant stare and the resolute twist of her lips conveyed to him that he had no choice. He heaved a sigh, and started. "My mom has her issues. Thing is, she can be a bit paranoid sometimes, most of the time, really," he said, his voice low and hesitant.Angela's gaze remained steady, her eyes locked on his. "Paranoid?" she repeated, her voice neutral. "In what way?" Kael looked up at the white ceiling, squinting his eyes at the lights becoming more pronounced in the room now that the rays of the sun was dying away. "Has to do with her history, and the circumstances surrounding my birth, I think. She's always been a bit...overprotective, I guess. And Father...Justine, he's just trying to keep us safe."He looked down t
NEW YORK The large laboratory on the second floor had seen increased activity over the course of the months. It had actually been converted into a state-of-the-art research facility, its sleek workstations and cutting-edge equipment a testament to Justine's commitment to his mission. The soft glow of the overhead lights lit up the place, though it was nothing compared to the brightness of the morning light filtering unobscured through the large large glass windows. Serious-faced technicians in white lab coats moved around the expanse of the room, each focused on his task. At the far end of the room, behind a small table sat Justine, his gaze steady on the laptop in front of him. Beside him sat Kael, eyes glued on the screen as well, taking in all he was doing. Occasionally Justine would explain and point out some things, while Kael would nod, his face set in the most intense concentration. This intense focus, however, was ruffled when towards midday the door opened and a petite-lo
"Roughly eighteen years ago, my brother, Ryker, the Alpha of Lunarville, died." Thane began, his voice echoing through the great hall. "Surely many of you sent your condolences when this happened, and some even came to console me in person. But the fact remains that most of you have been running with the narrative that he died from a horrible accident while hunting." Thane chuckled slightly, a dry, mirthful sound. Then he stretched out his right hand and picked up one of the silver bullets sitting idly in the tray in front of him and held it up. The room was silent, the Alphas' eyes fixed on the bullet as if mesmerized."It was this bullet that killed my brother," he said, his voice low and measured, "Ryker met his death at this hands of this little object in my hand." The room erupted into a cacophony of shocked gasps, horrified whispers, and stunned silence.Alpha Asher's eyes widened in horror, his face pale. "How on earth did someone deep in the werewolf realm come to be shot wi
LUNARVILLE CLAN The warm rays of sunlight filtered through the large open windows of the great hall in Lunarville, illuminating the long table and chairs that had been arranged for the Alpha Convention. Thane, the host Alpha, sat at the head of the table, discussing in low tones with Alpha Billam who was sitting beside him, their voices barely audible as they waited for the other Alphas standing around in discussion and personal greetings to take their seats. Alpha Asher of Ravenhurst, much more advanced in age, walked slowly towards the table. His frail body was supported by Cormac, his son and Ravenhurst's next Alpha. His silver hair was thinning, and his eyes didn't appear as sharp as it used to be. He nodded briefly at Thane and Billam, who returned the gesture respectfully. Cormac didn't spare Thane as much as a glance; he just helped his father into a seat, then turned and left the hall. Next to sit was Alpha Walter of Waterville, who, immediately he sat, started asking Alpha