Lyra’s povWalking onto the balcony the cool breeze of the evening hit my skin, it did nothing to steady the storm inside me. King Greg stood at the edge looking out over his fields. His presence alone was adding to my unease and no matter how much I tried I couldn’t stop myself from slightly trembling as I placed my hands on the balcony.He flicked his hand towards a chair next to him indicating for me to sit. “Please.” His voice was calm yet carried unquestionable authority.I swallowed hard but took his word and sat, gripping the armrests of the low chair. My heartbeat was so fast in my chest that it almost felt like it was going to burst out. When would I ever get used to being in this position with him, in a way that got results for both of us?After what seemed like forever, he turned to me directly, his eyes drilling into mine. He reached out and traced my lips with his thumb and I almost flinched from the contact, sucking air instinctively through a held breath.He nodded, app
Lyra’s povAs Helga stood up I couldn’t help but look at her in surprise, because a few days ago, she was one of the people who hated me and made my life miserable. But now she was sitting beside me like an angel and being so gentle. It was like I didn't even know her. I took a breath gathering up all the courage I had built inside my body because the question within me had been itching to come out since she had been in my room.“Helga.” My voice called out.“Yes?” She turned to look at me. It took me a while to take in deep breath before deciding to ask the question that has been tearing me apart from within.“Why are you treating me nicely?”She paused at the door, hand on the handle. She didn’t turn to look at me immediately, but I saw her shoulders rise and fall as she let out a long breath. Eventually, she glanced back at me with weary eyes.“I never wanted to hurt you,” she said, almost like she regretted her past actions. “But I had no choice. No other options. I was under orde
Author’s povAnna woke up that morning with a fire in her belly. She wasn’t going to let anyone, Lyra included, steal her thunder and take the life she had built for herself. Her pack, her power, her position—she was not going to lose it all without a fight.She sat up in bed and stretched her arms over her head before using one hand to rake through the curtain of perfectly styled blond hair falling around on the pillow behind her head as she wore a devilish smirk. Today would be different. Today she would regain control over everything she had lost.Anna stood up and went over to the mirror. She smiled at her reflection. The sexy curves, flawless skin, and confidence in her eyes. “You still got it…” she whispered as she slightly tilted her head to the side to get a better view of herself.There was no way Lyra was going to come in here and take King Greg away from her. Anna knew what kind of men like him wanted. Power. Beauty. Charm. And she had all three.Looking away from the mirro
Authors povAnna balled up her fists, pushed away from the wall, and stormed down the corridor. This wasn’t over. She’d lost this time. But she wouldn’t stop until she’d gone farther than Lyra could ever have dreamed.Every step, every stair she climbed, her anger grew. If her charms didn’t work, she’d come up with something else. She always did.Anna got into her room and closed the door behind her with a slam. She fell against the door her chest was rising and falling with anger as she tried to hold her rage.She had failed to seduce King Greg, something no woman had ever failed to accomplish before him, and she wasn’t going to let that be the end of it. If not through charm, then what was so special about Lyra?She looked at the knife on her nightstand, an emblem of power in one’s final moments. It sat there silently whispering its deadly siren song. And she reached for it.But no, she stopped herself. Not yet at least.She couldn’t confront Lyra yet – not until she knew everything
Lyra’s povAnna stared at me with such fury it almost knocked me back. I could see her raising the knife while threatening me as fear hit my chest. I held in my fear as I knew I wasn’t going to be scared of her anymore. I was done being afraid of her. No. It would not happen again.I held my full height and swallowed a gulp.“Did you hear me Lyra?” She asked as I sighed.“I’m not doing anything for you,” I said with a hard heart.Her expression immediately darkened. A twisted smile pulled at her lips, but it was not sweet—it held nothing but hate.“Excuse me?” She asked like she had not heard me well. “The hell did you just say to me?”I inhaled deeply and looked at her with a stern face, “I said that I wasn’t going to do anything for you. I’m done being your slave. I’m done.”The air around us suddenly got thick with rage before Anna lunged at me. I didn’t even have the time to jump out of the way as she grabbed me by the hair and pulled me into her. I tried to fight back before her
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
LYRA.I stood shaking in the centre of the packed square, surrounded by a sea of pack members, all eyes on me. The mate bond, that sacred, unbreakable connection, stirred weakly in my chest as if it knew what was coming. Across from me, Alpha Derrick Lashley stood tall, his piercing amber eyes cold and unforgiving. The weight of his authority and dominance was a suffocating reminder of the power that he held, not just over the pack but over my very heart."Say it," Anna's voice whispered venomously from behind Derrick as her perfectly manicured hand rested possessively upon his arm. She smirked, her green eyes gleaming with malice.My hands were shaking as Derrick's mouth opened, the words I feared like a death sentence falling from his lips. "I, Derrick Lashley, reject you, Lyra Morgant, as my mate.The bond shattered. The agony I had never known ripped through my chest, and I fell to my knees, clutching at my heart as if someone had driven a blade deep into her and twisted it mercil
LYRA. It took several weeks before the torment finally let up. I knew Anna had grown more enraged with each passing day, the smug, cruel Luna-in-waiting having finally caught on to Alpha Derrick's twisted obsession with me. Scornful glances turned to outright hostility from Anna as her group of bullies became even more creative in their tortures to make my life a living hell.Yet, nothing terrified me more than Derrick himself. His shadow seemed to follow me everywhere. He lurked in corners, his eyes dark with something far more sinister than affection. I avoided him as best as I could, working tirelessly, keeping my head down, and taking the long way back to my quarters every night.But I could never avoid him forever.It happened one quiet afternoon in the kitchens. I was scrubbing pots, the heat from the stoves making my hair stick to my damp forehead. I barely registered his scent until it was too late."Lyra," Derrick's deep voice rumbled behind me, sending a chill down my spine
Lyra’s povAnna stared at me with such fury it almost knocked me back. I could see her raising the knife while threatening me as fear hit my chest. I held in my fear as I knew I wasn’t going to be scared of her anymore. I was done being afraid of her. No. It would not happen again.I held my full height and swallowed a gulp.“Did you hear me Lyra?” She asked as I sighed.“I’m not doing anything for you,” I said with a hard heart.Her expression immediately darkened. A twisted smile pulled at her lips, but it was not sweet—it held nothing but hate.“Excuse me?” She asked like she had not heard me well. “The hell did you just say to me?”I inhaled deeply and looked at her with a stern face, “I said that I wasn’t going to do anything for you. I’m done being your slave. I’m done.”The air around us suddenly got thick with rage before Anna lunged at me. I didn’t even have the time to jump out of the way as she grabbed me by the hair and pulled me into her. I tried to fight back before her
Authors povAnna balled up her fists, pushed away from the wall, and stormed down the corridor. This wasn’t over. She’d lost this time. But she wouldn’t stop until she’d gone farther than Lyra could ever have dreamed.Every step, every stair she climbed, her anger grew. If her charms didn’t work, she’d come up with something else. She always did.Anna got into her room and closed the door behind her with a slam. She fell against the door her chest was rising and falling with anger as she tried to hold her rage.She had failed to seduce King Greg, something no woman had ever failed to accomplish before him, and she wasn’t going to let that be the end of it. If not through charm, then what was so special about Lyra?She looked at the knife on her nightstand, an emblem of power in one’s final moments. It sat there silently whispering its deadly siren song. And she reached for it.But no, she stopped herself. Not yet at least.She couldn’t confront Lyra yet – not until she knew everything
Author’s povAnna woke up that morning with a fire in her belly. She wasn’t going to let anyone, Lyra included, steal her thunder and take the life she had built for herself. Her pack, her power, her position—she was not going to lose it all without a fight.She sat up in bed and stretched her arms over her head before using one hand to rake through the curtain of perfectly styled blond hair falling around on the pillow behind her head as she wore a devilish smirk. Today would be different. Today she would regain control over everything she had lost.Anna stood up and went over to the mirror. She smiled at her reflection. The sexy curves, flawless skin, and confidence in her eyes. “You still got it…” she whispered as she slightly tilted her head to the side to get a better view of herself.There was no way Lyra was going to come in here and take King Greg away from her. Anna knew what kind of men like him wanted. Power. Beauty. Charm. And she had all three.Looking away from the mirro
Lyra’s povAs Helga stood up I couldn’t help but look at her in surprise, because a few days ago, she was one of the people who hated me and made my life miserable. But now she was sitting beside me like an angel and being so gentle. It was like I didn't even know her. I took a breath gathering up all the courage I had built inside my body because the question within me had been itching to come out since she had been in my room.“Helga.” My voice called out.“Yes?” She turned to look at me. It took me a while to take in deep breath before deciding to ask the question that has been tearing me apart from within.“Why are you treating me nicely?”She paused at the door, hand on the handle. She didn’t turn to look at me immediately, but I saw her shoulders rise and fall as she let out a long breath. Eventually, she glanced back at me with weary eyes.“I never wanted to hurt you,” she said, almost like she regretted her past actions. “But I had no choice. No other options. I was under orde
Lyra’s povWalking onto the balcony the cool breeze of the evening hit my skin, it did nothing to steady the storm inside me. King Greg stood at the edge looking out over his fields. His presence alone was adding to my unease and no matter how much I tried I couldn’t stop myself from slightly trembling as I placed my hands on the balcony.He flicked his hand towards a chair next to him indicating for me to sit. “Please.” His voice was calm yet carried unquestionable authority.I swallowed hard but took his word and sat, gripping the armrests of the low chair. My heartbeat was so fast in my chest that it almost felt like it was going to burst out. When would I ever get used to being in this position with him, in a way that got results for both of us?After what seemed like forever, he turned to me directly, his eyes drilling into mine. He reached out and traced my lips with his thumb and I almost flinched from the contact, sucking air instinctively through a held breath.He nodded, app
Author’s povThe minute the meal was done, Greg the king got to his feet and waved everyone around away with his hand.“You can all go,” he said as they all scurried off. Lyra hurried to her feet as she was ready to leave when just as the alpha grabbed her by the wrist to stop her in her steps.“You…” he said to her in a deep voice with his gaze fixed on hers. “Stay.”Lyra’s breath hitched, but she nodded, trying to mask her nervousness. She was scared beyond words.With the maids and guards gone, yea was now alone with the lycan king as she held her breath to prevent herself from falling to the ground. Her heart pounded in her chest as she gulped once or twice to control its beating sound.Greg tipped his head, interest pulling at his brows. “Are you scared of me, Lyra?”Lyra’s throat dried up. “Yes,” she managed to rasp.Greg’s smirk broadened. “Good,” he repeated, letting go of her wrist. “Fear is what makes people obey. Just as I’ve given you all of this doesn’t mean I can’t take
Authors povKing Greg gazed down from his balcony of the grand packhouse. The sun was starting to set, painting everything in a golden light which only made Greg's eyes become piercing daggers for the wolves that were labouring in the fields below. He made sure to scrutinize all they did while looking at them. He wasn’t going to give any of them breaks. No. They don’t deserve it.Greg smiled as he saw them afraid of displeasing him as he liked how it was going. These wolves needed to be taught who was at the top of the food chain and it was the Lycans at the top of that chain."Has dinner been prepared?" he asked in his deep, commanding voice.The maids looked at each other nervously. They were all clearly frightened, and their hands shook as they clumsily twisted the aprons around their waists.Finally, one of the shorter maids, a pretty young girl with unusually wide-set eyes and a mass of thick black hair, stepped forward and stammered out her answer. "N–Not yet, Your Majesty," she
Lyra’s povThe minute we got back to the throne room, I held the blue gown to my chest and felt its fabric being so soft to me. It was still like a movie to me as I couldn’t behave this was truly happening to me.When we reached the palace, the Alpha was waiting. He looked at me and saw how I was holding onto the gown. I could sss him roll his eyes before he spoke.“Give me one good reason why you are holding it like that?” He asked in a low voice as I gulped. I expected him to yell at me but he didn’t and it made me even more scared than I would usually be.I stuttered. “I-I’m sorry my lord.” Before I knew it, he turned to the guard standing beside me. “Go back in there and grab all of her clothes from where she took this and bring them out here too,” he told him. “let me go through them myself and choose a better one for you. I’m sure there should be more that should suit you.”I gasped in shock. “Alpha—”He held up his hand to silence me. “Everything the lady owns, you will take
Lyra’s povI was standing before the alpha while my hands were shaking as I couldn’t look at him. I was so afraid I kept my eyes on the ground. The alpha was not an ordinary Lycan. He was a monster. No one could tell what he was thinking and it was scary to see that this error had taken over the pack.But I could feel his eyes roaming over me. Eating up every inch of my battered self. My scraggly form, clad awkwardly in this dirty skin and poorly fitted in the tattered rags of clothing that hung limply along my undernourished body. My hair was knotted with dirt and looked like a place for a wild bird to nest in. I was not impressive to look at and I knew it.He waved me closer, and I paused before moving hesitantly toward him. I tried to steady my heart as it raced I didn’t know what he wanted or what he would do to me.“Why are you dressed like a slave?” he demanded.I gulped, lowering my head. “Because I’m a slave, Alpha,” I whispered.For a while there was silence, and then he spok