Lyra's life has been a living nightmare. Abused and rejected by her pack, she's forced to endure the cruelty of her Alpha's mate, Derrick. But when Lyra is rescued by the ruthless Lycan King, Greg, she's surprised to find kindness and respect in his eyes. As Lyra falls for Greg's charms, she discovers a shocking truth: she's pregnant with twins fathered by a mysterious stranger. And if that's not enough, Lyra learns she's prophesied to be the legendary silver wolf, a creature of immense power. Can Greg protect her and their unborn children, or will Lyra's past demons destroy their future?
View MoreGreg’s pov"Lyra is not just a regular wolf," I told them, not missing a second. "She's my mate. My choice. And you have no right to talk about her like that."“Greg,” one of them frowned. “You are not seeing the bigger picture, you have to understand—”“What I understand,” I cut him off, “is that you are questioning my decision as King.”The tension in the room changed. I could feel myself getting angrier.Victor coughed. “No one is suggesting that we don’t value you, Greg. But—”“There is no ‘but’,” I interrupted. “Lyra’s mine and she’s special. I don’t care whether you accept her or not, but you will treat her with respect.”They looked at one another uneasily.Before I could respond, I spotted my uncle, Sanchez, by the ballroom entrance. He motioned me to come over. Something seemed wrong in his face.I threw the Alphas a final warning glance and left them there.***“This isn’t working,” Sanchez said the minute I got to him and we hit a more deserted hallway. I sighed. “I know.”
Lyra’s pov The cool night air brushed against my skin as I stood looking out over the darkened lands below. Stars sparkled off in the distance, distant lanterns of the night. A silver moon made its ascent into the night casting hidden darknesses in every hidden place and corner. Laughter was bellowing from inside, and thumping music echoed, but it was quiet here. Resting my arms on the stone balcony, I pushed down the urge of doubt that had been nipping at a piece of my heart. Was it a mistake for me to come here? Amongst this lycan’s den, could I even belong? My finger followed the trail of the railing as I breathed out, feeling like everything was just too much. The ball, these people, their standards. I just didn’t feel like I belonged here. “You look troubled.” The voice made me jump I turned to see who it was. I saw a tall man standing in the dark of the balcony and now I was wondering how long he had been standing there. He then stepped into the light and I saw his fac
Lyra’s povI hadn’t expected this.The grand ballroom was dazzling, golden chandeliers turning the light into shards that scattered through the room. People crowded around, the scent of wine and spices hanging in the air but beneath it all, there was no mistaking that this was a Lycan party. It hung heavy in the air, a heady thing that stilled my heart for a moment.I followed Greg through the crowd, feeling my heart pound in my chest. A ball that Greg had thrown me that night but I was still scared of how everything was going to go.I stood in the middle of the most powerful Lycans and Alphas in existence as my mated partner walked around trying to introduce me.All I could do was smile and try to be as polite as possible. I didn’t want to cause any war or trouble as I knew how lycans could be. They found so many things offensive and the minute most of them knew I was a wolf, they would flip.What was I even saying? Through my scent, I was sure they already knew I was a wolf. I gulp
Lyra’s povThe sun of that Noonday was white with heat. Multicoloured flowers drooped in their pots. The windows of the rooms gleamed as I sat on the bed, groggy. I hadn’t slept well since last night but now that I was here, I might fall back to sleep. As I got to my feet to dress up, I heard a knock. "Come in," I said softly.The door creaked open and Helga walked in, her smile always beaming. She was my personal maid of sorts and had become more like a friend to me as the weeks went by. She had a tray with tea and light snacks that she set on the small table before looking at me, “Good afternoon Miss Lyra,” she said to me warmly. “Feeling better? Aren’t you excited for tonight?”I sighed and ran my hand through my hair. “I don’t know, Helga. I don’t. I just want this all to go down without a hitch.”She laughed but her laugh was light and teasing. “Aw, come on, Lyra! It’s going to be great! You’ll see! You’re going to look radiant and everyone is just going to die over how wonderfu
Lyra’s povThe next morning, I woke up to sunlight getting in through the curtains. I yawned and stretched as I felt a bit groggy from last night. It was then that I heard a knock on the door as I got out of bed and looked at the clock.Who could be at the door this early in the morning, I thought to myself before I stretched again.Before I could even take a step to the door, the front door flew open and in walked a woman with fabric swatches and a measuring tape around her neck, followed closely by two others with boxes, and bags.“Good morning Miss Lyra,” the woman smiled brightly. “My name’s Clara, I’m the lead designer of the pack; Alpha Greg sent me here to get your measurements for tonight’s ball.”I blinked sitting up in bed, my mind in a whirl at what she had just said. “Ball? What ball?”Clara tilted her head, still smiling. “The ball that Alpha Greg will be holding tonight. It’s quite important and he would have you looking your best there if I heard it right, you’re going
Authors povThe sentence repeated in her head, and it hurt like a physical blow. Did he think that little of her? That she was somehow less? That she needed protection because she was incompetent?Pained, she turned and fled the hall, letting her anger seething through her with every stride.Greg saw her retreating figure as the meeting ended. “Fuck,” he sighed as he ran his hand through his hair. Without waiting, he followed her as he called after her.“Lyra!” He called as she didn’t stop but kept on running.It was clear she hated him. He used his speed to catch up with her as he held her arm and held her in place. But she shoved against him to take her arm back.“Why won’t you leave me be?” She asked in anger. “It’s clear you don’t care about me so how about you let me be.”“Lyra calm down,” he sighed. "Let me explain.""Explain to me?" she snapped, whirling on him. "You want to explain? Do you mean like I'm harmless? Like I'm not a real werewolf?"Greg flinched. "No, that's--"“
Authors povIn the dead of night, hidden by trees that reached towards the sky, a group of elders congregated in a clearing far into the deep forest. The moon illuminated them softly but the density of the leaves produced enough darkness to ensure that they would not be heard. They were all uneasy for one reason or another; some worried, others angry and a few even still bemused.“We cannot let this stand,” said Darius, a tall Lycan with loose silver hair. His eyes shone like fresh snow. “We just can’t.”“Agreed.” Another elder, named Rowan, grumbled. He was shorter but built like a warrior and his arms were crossed tightly over his chest. “A mere wolf cannot be Luna; this goes against everything we have built.”Again there were murmurs of agreement from a few of the elders and silence from others.“Maybe we should consider this.” Elder Magnus spoke calmly, his aged face held wisdom but also doubt. “Greg is our king. If he feels that this woman is right for him… then who are we not to
Authors povA comfortable silence settled between us.I looked around and closed my eyes as I felt like I was safe now.But before I could sleep off, something bothered me. I turned to look at him as I called out. “Greg?”His eyes met mine. “Yeah?”It took a moment for me to be calm before I sighed and went on to talk to him. “You’re not a bad person.”He laughed a bit before nodding, “Is that your way of trying to patronize me?”“Maybe.”He grinned. “You know, for someone who is just a wolf and not a lycan, you’re not bad yourself.”“What?!” I laughed, smacking his chest in a playful venture.Greg just laughed, his body trembling a little.But then, something in his face and voice shifted and he wasn't quite so entertained.There was something else in his expression now.Something that went beyond just being an alpha.I caught my breath as he leaned into mine.I knew I should look away.I knew I was in dangerous territory. But I couldn’t. I didn’t care and to be honest I didn’t want
Author’s povSanchez dragged Steven along the packhouse’s long halls, his grasp unbreakable.Steven fought, his fingers tearing at Sanchez’s hand, but he couldn’t do it.“Let go of me!” Steven hissed, panic rising in his voice.But Sanchez didn’t release him.His face was stone-cold and his eyes were burning with an anger Steven had never seen before.The packhouse doors swung open as Sanchez threw Steven out, causing Steven to roll out onto the dirt.The cool night air blew in Steven’s face, although he wasn’t aware of it. His mind had gone into overdrive.He could not believe that this was happening now.“Please don't do this. You have to stop. It’s not good. Please stop.”“I told you to stay away from her. It was very simple. Anyone would do that with half a brain. But you refused to listen.”But Stephen refused to listen. “I get it. I shouldn’t have done what I did. I wasn’t thinking.”Sanchez growled at this as he rolled his eyes in disgust.“Not thinking? You put your hands on
LYRA.My feet left the ground as my body was slammed against the rough bark of a towering pine tree. My fingers clawed at the hand wrapped tightly around my throat, my nails scraping against unyielding flesh. Air refused to enter my lungs, and my vision began to blur as dark spots danced at the edges."Pathetic whore," a voice sneered cruelly, and the fingers let loose my throat only at the moment when the blackness of unconsciousness seemed to come and swallow me. I slumped on the ground, like a rag doll, clasping my neck and gagging for breath.Above me, the jeering laughs of my bullies were grating, and nasty to hear."Why do we even bother? She's not even worth the dirt under our boots," a tall, broad-shouldered boy sneered."She's just a burden," another joined in."You should've died in your mother's place," Anna's cold voice cut through the rest, silencing them all in an instant.I lifted my teary gaze to meet the smirk of the auburn-haired beauty. Anna stood with her arms cros...
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