Derek walked through the cold, dark corridor of the dungeon. His boots made loud clunks against the grey stone walls. The two guards at the entrance looked up from their slouched positions when they saw him enter. They both stood at attention and bowed at their alpha.“Open the cell,” he ordered, his voice calm but authoritative.The guards looked at each other nervously and then unlocked the iron door. Derek entered, his piercing blue eyes assessing the small room. Lyra was on the floor, her battered and bloodied form propped against the icy wall.When Lyra heard the door open, she looked up slowly, her face a mix of weariness and defiance. Derek smirked, arms crossed as he gazed at her. “Well, well,” he mocked. “What have we here? The great Lyra brought low.”Lyra knew this fight was over and she looked away from the man. She didn’t care about him or what he wanted to do anymore. She just wanted to be on her own. “Look at me,” he said but she didn’t flinch. “I said look at me!”Hi
Lyra’s povTwo guards dragged me out of the cold, damp cell, their hands clamped so tightly on my arms that I winced. My legs threatened to give way underneath me, but they didn’t care; they simply pulled me through the darkness of the corridor, their boots thudding against the stone floor as I half-walked, half-stumbled in their wake.“Where are you taking me?” I asked, my voice cracking from exhaustion.“Shut up!” one of the guards snapped.I bit my lip to keep myself from asking anything else. My heart pounded in my chest and I felt fear claw itself through me. I didn’t know what it was that waited for me at the end of this hall but whatever it was, it couldn’t be good.At last, we stopped in front of a door and after one of the men unlocked it, they pushed me inside. I staggered and hit the hard wooden floor with enough force that pain shot up through my knees and settled as a throb at their cap. Looking around the room I found it empty except for one chair and a small table that
Lyra’s povI was curled up on the floor. It was hard and cold. For that day I had been looking around my room to see if there was anything I could do to help my place get better but this was my first time being in this part of the packhouse.I had served but not from this part of the pack as this was where the lowly servants were kept and I had always pitied them. Now I was here, it hurt me but I couldn’t do anything. I started to think of that strange man I had met in the bushes at that time. I wondered who he was but I shrugged. He was the one who had put me through all of this pain.I waited throughout the day until night came as I looked around for anything I could cover up with.It suddenly got cold but I had my arms around as I curled up even tighter and tried to keep warm.My body started to pain me from all the beatings I had received earlier and I was too tired to do anything about it.Trying to sleep was a luxury that I couldn’t even afford as I was too tired. The cold floor
Lyra’s povI walked out of the room, the cold stone floor biting at my feet. It was dark in the hallway, and silent. I walked down toward where I knew there were cleaning supplies. I found a bucket, a rag, and a tiny bottle of soap.I began to clean the floors and walls around me, my mind racing with the thought of escape. There had to be a way to get out of here.I crouched on the stairs, washing each one with the wet rag I held. The pain in my arms became unbearable and my knees ached after having knelt upon stone for so long. Each step succeeded another until they reached close to one hundred and I had washed them all, every fraction of an inch, while darkness lingered outside.I stood up to sigh as I stretched my back. “A hundred steps and counting,” I sighed as I let out a small sigh of relief as I finished cleaning the last step at the top. My back was aching, but I felt a small flicker of satisfaction. One less thing to do. I decided to go to the next task that Helga had plann
Lyra’s pov“Follow me.” He ordered again as I swallowed hard and wondered if he could not see that I was busy cleaning up his mate’s mess.It was almost like these people were after me today. Just this morning alone I had been poured cold water by hell knows what time, I had done multiple messages of cleaning and mopping just to be punished to mop everything all over again.I glanced at the floor, realizing I hadn’t even finished yet. “I’m still cleaning, Alpha,” I murmured, hopefully praying that he would understand and leave me be.His eyes flashed with a dangerous light and a low growl rumbled in his chest. “I said follow me.” His voice lowered in a threatening manner. “Or you will regret it.”I swallowed hard and shook my head. “Yes, I…” My mouth became so dry I couldn’t speak. Finally, I gasped out, “Yes Alpha.” He didn’t say anything else as he began walking away from me, his strong steps making the floor pulse beneath me. I hurried after him only to slip on the wet floor and l
Lyra’s pov He frowned at me and said, "You all right?" I slumped down in one of the empty chairs by the door, too tired to give a damn how I looked. “Okay?” I choked out with a bitter laugh. “Oh, how could I possibly be okay? The alpha sent me here on foot to deliver like five different piles of letters and now I don’t even know if I’m going to be alive long enough to get back. He’s… he’s evil. Wicked.” The man rose from where he was sitting and made his way over towards me cautiously, his eyes losing their edge and softening with something that looked almost like pity. “The alpha sent you here on foot?” “Yes,” I muttered, angrier than ever as I held up the crumpled papers and pointed to them as if they were my backup. “And then he’s called you and now I’m supposed to cart Twelve crates of documents all the way back to the pack house. On foot. One by one.” The guy winced, his mouth thinning into a line of silent comprehension before he ultimately said, “That sucks,” he said with
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 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