Lyra’s povI felt shaky all over, my body heavy like I had been carrying barbells on my limbs and my mind coated with a deep fog. How had I even gotten this far without dropping dead?Derek sat there behind the desk and looked at me the way a predator looks at its prey. It seemed like my words had hit him by surprise.In the corner of my eye, I saw the stable boy, holding a broom, looking on in shocked disbelief as I finally found the words to speak.“Alpha” I managed to whisper through a gasp “please… I can't, I need to rest. Stop sending me messages for now, please. I’ve done all you’ve asked and since morning I’ve worked myself to the bone.”The boy’s mouth dropped open and his eyes goggled at me in stunned disbelief. But Derek didn’t even waste a second glance at him. He merely nodded sharply at the stable boy, “Leave. Now.”The boy didn’t need to be told twice. He ran out of the room, and I heard the door shut and lock quietly behind him. The silence in the room that followed was
Lyra’s povI walked on for hours but it felt like I wasn’t even getting anywhere.Tall trees surrounded me. It was dark, almost night while I was looking for this damned creature. Where was it? Where had it gone? I looked around the forest and the trees seemed to grow so close together that there was no space between them. The ground felt soft as if I were walking on a sponge or clouds. There were no sounds except for my own breathing which came loud - too loud. I stopped trying to make the sounds but the breathing continued.There was a smell of mouldy earth and leaves everywhere – it filled my nose with an awful scent and made me feel sickly. It seemed like a damp autumn day just before everything perished.Also, the forest seemed not to end – ever. After walking for what seemed hours, I began to realise how lost and alone I was.My feet were blistered from long hard trekking all day and I needed rest. My legs felt weak as jelly; certainly, they would no longer uphold me unless sup
Lyra’s povThe forest was silent now, other than a few leaves rustling and crickets chirping miles away. I sat there staring at the lifeless body of the lynx. My heart was still racing from the chase but now everything was quiet, as my hands shook trying to warm myself while rubbing my arms.I looked around, hoping that someone, anyone, would come to help me. But the forest stayed silent and no one came. The realization sunk in full force; I really was all alone.I looked over the cliff I was sitting on and noticed that a drop-down in that place would be deadly and I wouldn’t even survive it.I silently thanked the moon goddess for such a wonderful hero who had saved me from almost dying. With a smile, I got to my feet and stretched my body as I brushed off my dirty old dress with disdain. I had to get back to the packhouse but which way was it? They all looked the same, trees upon hundreds of trees…which didn’t make any sense because they were always supposed to appear different each
Stefan’s POV. She couldn’t eat anything from the kitchen, even after Vicky came into the building to her, all she cared about was Katherine leaving the house as soon as possible. It’s been two days since the wedding and she still couldn’t associate with anyone in the house like she used to. I had so much on my mind to let her know and also had so much she needed to also tell me about. I tried to knock on her door since the early morning sun had risen and was already dispersing its rays. There was nothing more important than having my kid sister back to her senses because I needed to talk to her. “Open up Laura, aren't you going to come out and speak to me? Come on sister, you can’t leave like this forever, you have to socialize at least.” I called out. While I knocked, Vicky came across me and decided to take on from where I had left off. She knocked and pleaded Laura came out. “Laura?! Laura! Come on, open up, we need you to out of there, please, there’s no need to starve yourse
Lyra’s pov Helga’s footsteps seemed to ring out as she marched in front, posture straight with her face as stern as ever. I trailed behind, feeling every inch of my body ache from hours on end of hard work. My clothes were reduced to rags and I could feel the filth sticking to my skin, a reminder of the punishment I had to endure nowadays. I could see other people who worked in the packhouse looking handsome and beautiful and they smelled better than I did while I looked like the filth of the pack. I was treated like one so it wasn’t far-fetched to look like it. At the top of the stairs, Helga stopped and indicated with a nod of her head towards the end of the corridor. “You go meet the Alpha,” she said with a stern voice, “And don’t even think of keeping him waiting.” I felt my throat tighten, it was so dry I could hardly swallow. “Yes, Helga,” I answered in a low voice. She gave me a look that said so much before she turned and left for the corridor leading to a balcony. I took
Lyra’s povI stood outside, staring at my dark fingernails which had pieces of dirt in them as I could see my bruised knees from my height.I could hear all the alpha could say from the room as I held back the tears threatening to burst out."See to it that she does what I have asked her to do,” the alpha said as my heart sank again. "I will not have anyone, no matter what their rank, believe they can defy me or my decisions."I made fists and swallowed the dryness in my throat as I stood outside the room.“If she defies you, whip her. It’s that simple. Don’t use the normal whip, use the whips for horses and cows.”“But sir…” Helga interjected. “Wouldn’t that hurt the young lady? You can see that she has so many bruises and I just want to let you know that if we hit her even more she could bleed out.”This was supposed to be enough to tell the alpha that he had crossed the line and he needed to chill a bit, but what he did next shocked me.I heard his hand bang on his table as his gro
Lyra’s povHer arms were crossed and her smile was one of disgust. “Where do you think you’re going?” she mocked.I stopped, trying to find my voice. “I… I need to go to my room.” My voice was barely above a whisper. “I haven’t had a bath in days. Please, just a moment so I can clean myself.”Anna’s smile grew bigger as she tilted her head. “Oh? Really? You want a bath?” She turned back to Helga–who stood behind me looking mean as ever and said sweetly, “Helga, have you been pouring cold water on her every morning as I have told you?”“Yes,” Helga replied, deadpan. “Every morning to wake her up from her sleep.”Anna turned back to me, her eyes bright with malice. “There,” she said, spreading her arms as if it had all been a riddle and she had found the answer. “You have all the washing you need, don’t you?”I could feel the lump lodging itself deeper into my throat as fresh, hot tears welled in my eyes. “Please…” My voice wavered under the pressure. “Please, can I just change? I’ve…I’
Lyra’s povMy stomach growled angrily as I stepped into the packhouse. The delicious scent of food washed over me, and the all too familiar pang of hunger twisted my insides. It had been hours since I had eaten anything, and seeing the servants all gathered around, laughing and eating, made the emptiness in my stomach almost unbearable.I looked around and spotted Helga, at the service counter, dishing food onto plates for the other slaves. My knees felt rubbery but I managed to make my way over to her. Noticing me she turned her head and stared blankly.“What is it now, Lyra?” she asked, sounding exasperated.I knew begging her was the only way to get to her ego. “I need food, please. I haven’t eaten in days and I’m really hungry.”Her lips twisted into a cruel smile. “Just stand in the back,” she replied motioning to the rear of the room, “I’ll get you when I’ve gotten everyone else.”I nodded in gratitude, too tired to respond. Making my way through a sea of scrubbing women, I slip
Lyra’s povThat night, I couldn’t sleep. No matter how many times I tried to do so, I couldn’t. I kept on seeing my mother's face. I was haunted by it.The warm smile.Those golden eyes were so like my own when I looked in the mirror.And then, I saw blood.I saw her falling.I saw the Lycans killing her.I woke up gasping, my stomach aching so badly I thought I might be sick.My unborn children.I had to keep them safe.But how could I possibly do that when I was living among the very people who had murdered my mother?I still needed answers.And I needed them now.The next morning, I started asking questions. Harmless questions.The first person inside to go to was Greg’s uncle, he was old enough to know the history of the wars the pack must have gone through.“Uncle Sanchez,” I said, addressing him in as casual a voice as I could manage.He turned to me, giving me a small smile. “Lyra,” he started, his eyes inquisitive. “What brings you to the field?”I smiled and looked around th
Lyra’s povSanchez gave me a long, hard look. “And what about the rest of the pack? Are you going to hide this from them?”“Anyone knows about this and I’m done. I’m dead. So are the twins.”“This is harder than I thought,“ he sighed. “You’re walking on dangerous ground, Lyra.”I knew it already.I had known it right from the beginning, but it wasn’t like I had any other choice.“Please… don’t say anything. Please.”“I’ll always try to look out for you and Greg. You’re family now. But you shouldn’t be scared of me. “The Lycan pack,” I whispered.Sanchez nodded. “If they even suspect something, they’ll act before Greg can stop them.”I wasn’t going to let that happen he came closer to me and I flinched. He then did the most surprising thing I hadn’t expected from him.He placed a hand on my shoulder.“Congratulations,” he said quietly.I cleaned the tears that were rushing down my eyes. “Thank you.”Sanchez nodded, then started to walk away.But before he left through the door, he tur
Lyra’s povI hadn’t slept with Greg; that much was obvious. But I had slept with one person. Just one person ever in my life before and that had been two months ago—a stranger in the forest who wanted nothing but a night by me.Not wanting to remember that day didn’t make it any better—and it sure as hell made me never want to revisit the horrible experience by speaking about it out loud.That experience had made Derrick hate me and now Greg was here.So, I said nothing, giving him a weak smile as I looked up at him. He studied me for a second, then turned and strode away, his jaw locked tight.At that moment, his phone rang as he looked at it. “I… I’ve got to take this,” he muttered under his breath.He exited the room, and it was just Helga again and the healer with me. Releasing my breath in a rush that mirrored how my thoughts were rushing around inside of my head right now, I knew that Greg was angry.And he had every right to be.“Lyra, are you okay? You look pale.” Helga touche
Lyra’s povI walked through the pack territory with Helga by my side, the sun shining down on me and the sounds of nature filling my ears. The pack members were all going about their business, a few stopped to give me a wave of recognition or even stop to congratulate me-it had been nearly a full day since Greg announced our bonding ceremony- but as always there were those who loved nothing more than to throw insults at me.“Wolffless-wolf.” A snide voice sneered as I passed by them. “What’s she doing here? This isn’t her place.”I held back my anger from doing anything stupid. It was no use. They were within their rights to insult me. It was because of me the wedding had happened anyway.I smiled and took it in.Helga noticed and she tried to be a voice of reason to me as I nodded and took it in.“Lyra don’t listen to them,” She spoke calmly but firmly. “Even I am a wolf that can transform and I still get insulted for it. Ignore them. People like to cause trouble.”She wasn’t wrong.
Lyra’s povGreg stood by the massive windows, arms crossed, his expression impossible to read as I entered the room.Much to my dismay, I still remembered the way his voice could send shivers down my spine. But I was stronger now. Hesitant or not, shy or not, intimidated by him always or not - either way, it was over. And that had to be enough of a comfort at least.I needed to tell him what I thought of his ridiculous plan. It needed to be done.I wasn’t going to stand for it and watch him push away his entire kingdom which he should be taking care of. As much as I would enjoy him doing that, I didn’t like the idea of him pushing aside people who cared for him and wanting his approval on everything.Maybe as his future queen, I could try to convince him of what to do and make sure he listened to me.When he laid eyes on me, they seemed to soften as he whispered almost too softly "You look beautiful." I did not let myself get distracted."Greg, we need to talk."His jaw clenched sli
Lyra’s povI was about to reply when another voice broke through the tension in the atmosphere.“Sanchez.” I turned to see Greg’s uncle step forward and it was like a fog had lifted. The man was huge, seriously tall and seriously broad with a presence of dominance that made even the most arrogant Alpha take a step back.“Insulting the Luna? Do you know how dangerous that is?” Sanchez’s eyes had grown even darker.Julius sneered but did not step backwards. “Just talking.”“Talking, is it? Because from where I stand, it sounds more like disrespect.”Victor scoffed. “You can’t expect us to bow to a weakling. She’s not fit to rule.”Sanchez let out a low humorless chuckle. “I take it then you’re prepared to have your ties to the Lycan King broken?” Julius stiffened. “What?”Sanchez’s smirk turned deadly. “If you don’t claim Lyra as your Luna, then you don’t claim Greg as your King. And if you don’t claim your King, then you sure as hell do not deserve his protection or his fucking favour
Greg’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