Lyra's POVI looked behind me at the door that just opened up. There were three women standing there. They didn't look happy or even particularly stylish, at the very least they looked only slightly better than me. They were slim women that had rough looking hairs on their head. Each if their heads were bowed down, their eyes pinned on the floor board. As they opened the door, the women fell to their feet and bowed with their forehead touching the ground.I was perplexed, I knew an alpha was supposed to be respected and admired by his members and his slaves but I had never seen any aloha being greeted the way they had greeted him. Like he was some kind of a god they were supposed to worship. At the very least, he looked like a god, no matter the aura he gave off or how scary he looked or how psychotic he seemed from forcing me to eat the ear of a guard, he was still very undeniably handsome and his eyes were surely something to write about in the history books. It was a fact that th
Lyra's POVI was shocked, I was so surprised I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He stared at me like what he had just said was quite the funniest thing in the world and the response of his guests fueled the smile on his face.He was looking at me smiling. I couldn't help it, I fell to my knees with years rushing down from my eyes. I didn't care about what his guests thought of me, I had lived as a slave and I had no self respect, I had nothing just the will to survive. I was on my knees in front of him, hoping that the tears running down my eyes could help, hoping that the tears would quench any flame of anger or resentment in his heart. Hoping that he would take pity on me.My knees were in front of him, begging him for something else, for him to change his mind about this, for him to see that I was worth more than he was giving me credit for. I wanted him to see that I wasn't just something he could have sex with, I h
Lyra's POVOur cells were right beside each other's, I could see him, he was sitting onbthe ground, frowning, probably wishing that he hadn't come with his mates. But it wasn't really his choice to make, being a part a pack like silver moon pack, it was sure as hell that your ability to make a choice woukd be stripped away from you. Though it wss much better than being in the blood river pack, it was till horrible.He heard his name, from his expression, I coukd tell that he wasnt expecting that anyone here would know his name, he wasnt expecting on meeting anyone he was familiar with. It wasnt such a good thing to pray for. It wasnt good for himself, neither the person he was praying to meet, but however, as kife woukd have it, he was thrown into a cell next to mine.He looked at me warily like he was scared, like I go through the bars of the cell to harm him, but then I remembered that there was a guard behind me, applying salve to my injuries and was about to bandage it up. It coul
Lyra's POVFear gripped my heart and I flinched visibly. His words were sinking into me and I didn't know how to react. Though I had lived a very hard life, I still did not want to die, I just didn't want to feel everything that life was forcing me to feel. I didn't want to imagine certain things and even if Asher was really searching for me, it could be for another reason, to have a certainty that I was dead.And according to yhis guards words, if the blue eyed man found out that I had a pack, Asher would have yhe certainty he was looking for. I would surely be dead. The man with bkue eyes did really seem scary, he showed to his followers and even to me how scary he could be, he whipped me in front of his guests and was obviously keeping peter back for entertainment purposes. He wasn't someone that one coukd understand with a simple mind, no. People like these needs extra brain cells in order to understand them. They needed on
Lyra's POVIt was quite unexpected. There were a number of things I was shocked by and the first was that the blue eyed man was called Tristan and this woman with long beautiful legs actually was attracted to him. She had even given him a big kiss to signify the depth of her affection for him and his response was also something I never saw coming.Like he was made of wood, like he had no such attraction to her, he pushed her away off of his body like she was a disgusting creature and it really got to me because she looked to be a very beautiful woman who Tristan could not afford to lose. With kegs like that and skin glowing like that, it was unquestionable that she would be beautiful and her voice also carries a warmth and a melody in them. But it seemed like Tristan was immune to her charms, it made me really angry. This woman could get any man she wanted and it just so happened that Tristan was the man she wanted but he was busy behaving like he was the catch here when he was only a
Lyra's POVMany weeks after the incident with Ellen, I had not been graced by her beauty nor punished by her animosity, but rather I was kept in the cell, waking up and sleeping. Days will pass and I don't receive food and it was so for most of us locked up in the cell. Life was very unlivable and truthfully annoying. We didn't get to take our bath, we didn't get to eat consistently and if we thought of talking amongst ourselves, we were warned against it. We were either yelled at or punched. Lucky for me, it was the former.Peter and I spent a few hours talking and getting to know each other a bit well, he has no mate yet and his family was an average one like mine. His family was a bit like mine except the part where his parents loved him and he had siblings. They were not wealthy, but they owned a small farm and grew their own food. Peter talked about how they were heaven, he had only good things to say about his parents. He had a little sister, I think about nine years old and
Asher's POVGetting married to Devlin wasn't what I expected it to be. I had been looking forward to it my whole life but instead, I was met with unfavorable events and especially now that there had been a series of rogue attacks. I suddenly had no time for my new wife and I wasn't even making any efforts to give her time. I wasn't as obsessed as I used to be with her and it made me quite uncomfortable, more than I should be because Lyra's words kept creeping into my head.Lyra had called them mates and it may be that she was right. But anytime these thoughts went towards that arena, I always tried to disrupt it. I was stopping myself from thinking of anything that could jeopardize my marriage. The marriage that I should be enjoying but I was too focused on trying to get justice for Lyra. I wanted to know what happened to her. Which was utterly insane because this was the same woman I claimed to hate, the woman who disgusted me.I should be happy about her going missing, I should be h
Lyra's POVWhen my eyes met his own. It felt kike a dream, surreal. I had initially thought that every tie I had with my family, with my kife from the past, had been washed away. I was here, and I was a new person. I had come to accept that there was no changing this life for me, and it was what I was stuck with. There was no breaking out of it, no way of going through it, and it had become the life I was forced to live.Suddenly seeing Asher, I was shocked, and a part of me hoped that with his sudden presence, things would change for the better for me. I was sure that maybe the goddess did not forsake me. I looked at him and smiled happily. It all felt perfect. I was happy.I suddenly felt the unmistakable attraction I had towards him, I felt the abnormal pull kike that of a magnet to an iron, and I wanted to surrender to it. I wanted to feel his skin against mine, to have his fingers caress my skin. I wanted to hold him like he was the air I was breathing.It was as if I needed him,