Authors povKing Greg had spent the better part of the morning in his study, but his attention hadn’t been on the pages upon pages of important documents strewn across his desk. It was on something else and he leaned back in his seat as he wondered what he would do next. Eventually, he decided to check up on Lyra instead. His mind needed a break from it all.With a quiet sigh, he shut the old book in his hand and rose from his plush chair. The room was easy enough to leave behind as Greg strode through well-known corridors, heading for his destination.Eventually, her Corridor arrived seemingly on its own as he got to the door and knocked on it while keeping his breathing level."Come in," came her soft voice from the other side. He pushed it open and entered. The room, Lyra's room, was small and filled with morning light from the big window. Lyra sat on the edge of a bed with a book in her lap; she stared at him with bright curious eyes but didn't speak.“Good morning,” King Greg sai
Author’s povAfter their silent stop at the café, King Greg and Lyra made their way to his sleek sports car. It roared to life as he backed out onto the road, and from there they went. Lyra sat with her legs crossed in front of her. Her hands lay perfectly calm in her lap. She was thinking through what they had said… what they were about to do… and while she hadn’t found the peace of resolution yet, she wasn’t as tense as she’d been before.The king looked over at her for a moment, then turned back to watch the street.“I am going to show you something,” he told her. Lyra turned to him, curiosity briefly flickering in her eyes. “What is it?”“My pack,” he said simply. “You’ve been here a while now – but you’ve not seen it. I want you to see what it is to be part of this world.”Lyra nodded slowly, though a small knot of anxiety formed in her stomach. She had spent most of her time in the castle, avoiding the other lycans. The thought of being out in the open, surrounded by them, made
Author’s pov When King Greg and Lyra got back to the palace, the king had a grand dinner. He was going to introduce Lyra to the rest of his family and some other important members of the pack. Plates were clattering, glasses were being filled with wine quickly, and laughter echoed through every corridor. He had the maids get Lyra new gowns as she wore them and the jewellery and showed up with him at the party he had made that night. The king led her down one hallway in particular where several doors spread out across each side. “Tonight you’re going to meet a couple more family members of mine,” he stated immediately as if expecting protest but also not caring either way. “They’re high up there in rank so they always stay pretty close by.” Lyra nodded, feeling nervousness turn her stomach. She wasn't accustomed to formal occasions like this, not in a place where she still felt so out of her element. But if Greg thought it was necessary, then she'd do everything she could to mak
Authors povThe grand dining hall was quiet now, the laughter and chatter of the dinner party had long since faded into the night. The table was empty, save for Greg himself. Clad in his regal robes, he rested at the head of the table with a wine glass in his hand. His face was a sea of emotions held back beneath a serene mask as he gazed forward into the flickering candlelight. The weight of his crown pressed down on him harder than it ever had before. In that moment he realized that wine did nothing to lighten one’s spirits.He heard footsteps breaking through the silence and looked up to see Sanchez walking towards him, a glass of wine in hand as well; calm yet reflective concern danced upon his face."Mind if I join you?" Sanchez asked though he was already seated.Greg shrugged, taking a sip of his wine. "Suit yourself."Sanchez studied his nephew for a moment, his sharp eyes taking in the tension radiating from Greg’s shoulders. “You’ve been unusually quiet since dinner ended. W
Authors povGreg leaned back in his chair, a frustrated scowl on his face. “You do this all the time. You never answer anything. I’m the damn king now, Sanchez. I should know what’s there.”Sanchez’s eyes softened as he leaned over and placed a hand on Greg’s arm. “You will,” he said. “I promise you that. Just not tonight.”Greg looked at his uncle, his chest moving with only slightly suppressed emotion. He nodded after a moment, though his irritation was still evident. “All right. But I’m not going to forgive you for this.”Sanchez smiled wryly and shook his head. “I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t.”The two men sat silently for a moment, the weight of all that was unspoken hanging in the air. Finally, Greg broke that silence, but his voice was less heavy now. “Why does everyone feel so strongly against lycans and wolves mixing? Why is it such a big damn deal?”Sanchez sighed deeply, sitting back in his chair as he regarded Greg with part pity and part caution. “Greg there are some
Authors povGreg’s eyes flashed with anger and he took a step closer to Tom, his voice rising as he countered Tom’s accusations. “I didn’t take her because I wanted to wage war against you and the pack!” Greg shouted angrily at Tom. “I took her because she was being mistreated! Because she deserves better than that! And if fighting for her is what it takes then so be it.”“You’re willing to put the whole pack at risk for one wolf? By the gods, do you hear yourself? She might hate you for all you’re doing and she isn’t even your mate. This isn’t your own personal power trip anymore. You’re supposed to be the leader of the pack.”Greg lunged forward grabbing Tom by his shirt and pulling him towards him. “I am thinking about that pack right now Tom. And I’m thinking about what’s right. Don’t piss me off.”Tom’s eyes widened, but he recovered quickly. He shoved Greg away and looked him in the eye. “Don’t threaten me, Greg. I’ve been loyal to you since day one. But if you push me, you migh
Author’s povDerrick paced the throne room of his packhouse, his boots creating soft thuds against the stone floor. He couldn’t shake off his frustration. He had spent hours trying to find Lyra and Helga but no one seemed to know where they were. Spotting Anna walking down a hallway, he called her as she looked at him. “Anna,” he said, his voice low yet demanding. “Where is Lyra and Helga? I haven’t seen them anywhere. Did anything happen to them?”Anna stopped, her face remaining calm though she looked slightly unsure. “Lyra and Helga? They’re not here. King Greg had them taken.”Derrick’s heart started pounding and he moved closer to Anna, his voice escalating slightly. “What do you mean King Greg had them taken? Taken where? When did this happen? And why?”Anna crossed her arms over her chest, her tone matter-of-fact. “I don’t know the details, Derrick. All I know is that King Greg came here and took them with him.”Derrick frowned as he was angry. “How dare he! Lyra is mine and s
Lyra’s povI wiped the sweat off my forehead feeling my already sore legs give out just a bit. The training hall was large and filled with different types of weapons to practice with, mats for combat, and other Lycans that had grouped off when they arrived. I could hear the sounds of fists hitting punching bags as well as swords clashing together while trainers barked out orders.Trying to copy some basic fighting stances alone I hear someone step behind me making me turn around to see that it's a very tall muscled-up Lycan with dark eyes and a long scar across his cheek. He crossed his arms across his chest smirking down at me.“Why are you even here?” he said, laughter in his voice.I lifted my shoulders and brushed my hands down the front of my pants. “Training,” I said.Sanchez shook his head. “Training?” He laughed shortly. “From what I see, you’re barely standing.”I frowned but said nothing.He sighed and stepped closer. His gaze became serious. “To be honest if you’re going to
Greg’s povBut I didn’t do what was in my head.Instead, I let him go and he dropped to the ground, wheezing. Tobias didn’t hesitate. He got up and took off.I stood there, breathing hard as my chest rose and fell in quick succession.I closed my eyes and tightened my fists.I hated him for what he had said and I tried to control my rage. I didn’t care who the person was, if anyone tried to harm Lyra, I would kill them.I turned around and started for my room.The minute I entered, I closed my eyes and shut the door as I placed my back against it.And for the first time in a long time, I felt something that I believed was gone for good.Fear.Not for myself. For her.Where was she? Was she safe? Was she alone? Was she scared?I ran a hand down my face.I was tainted—filthy and stained. She was pure—too good for this world, too pure for the bastard I’d turned myself into.Had I let her go? Had my filth driven her away?I let out a breath I didn’t even know I’d been holding, my heart
Lyra’s povShe smiled at me, and it was a smile I knew. “Good morning, Lyra,” she said. “I made you breakfast.”I stared at her, unable to understand what I was seeing. How could she be here?Then, I saw the bandage around her arm, the blood staining it a dark red. My stomach clenched with sudden recollection—the cave, the stranger, my fight for freedom. Yes, I had fought with her last night.“Your arm…” I whispered, guilt washing over me.Helga glanced at her arm and shook her head. “Don’t worry about that. You cut me pretty good, but it wasn’t your fault- you had no idea.”I swallowed hard, trying to speak. “I… I thought you were someone else.”She laughed quietly. “I thought as much.”I looked down at my hands, my fingers shaking. This couldn’t be happening. I was supposed to be alone, supposed to run from everything and everyone I knew. But there stood Helga.“How did you find me?” I managed to croak out the words without raising my voice much higher than a whisper.She sighed, p
Lyra’s povI didn’t doubt for a second that if he saw them to be a threat, he would just wipe them out. Literally. Greg would do his best to try and protect me, but what if it wasn’t enough?I couldn’t take that risk.I took a deep breath. I had to move fast.The next couple of days, I kept acting normal.I smiled when I had to. I went to the meals. I let Greg kiss my forehead and hold my hand in public.But every minute, I was plotting.I started taking small things from my chambers—nothing too noticeable.A dagger, Jerked meat, A flask of water, A cloak. And I was hiding them somewhere in the forest from time to time.If anyone noticed, they didn’t say anything As I was the queen and could do whatever I wanted.Helga the maid gave me a scolding look one morning as I slipped a small loaf of bread into my dress.“Are you sneaking food, Luna?” she said with an unhappy face.I laughed a little too hard. "Since I’m pregnant, I’m getting more hungry these days.”She scoffed. “You are the
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