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
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’s povI was sitting on my bed, still thinking about what had happened with Anna this morning. How did Anna threaten me? The coldness of her eyes and the sharp pointed knife on my neck were playing repeatedly in my mind, I felt like I was going to have a cold. Was I safe? Will I ever be?While thinking this, I realized that somebody was knocking at my door. My heart skipped a beat.“Come in.” My voice was steadier than I would have thought.The door opened, and a guard walked through. He was a tall man, with an expressionless face. “Alpha wants you,” he said, in an emotionless tone of voice.I nodded quickly, swallowing the lump that had formed in my throat. “Alright,” I replied softly as I stood up.The guard didn’t say anything else he just gave me a short nod and left the room, leaving the door slightly open. Taking a deep breath I ran my hands down my dress trying to flatten it before I started walking out. My feet felt heavy with every step I took going towards the throne roo
Authors povKing Greg leaned against the arm of his golden throne, a small amused smile adorning his lips. The room was dimly lit with nothing but the fire of torches to reflect off the stone walls. He tapped his long fingers against the cold metal, reevaluating his earlier encounter with Lyra. A wolf had just turned him down; a wolf who would have had favours but she had chosen to be amongst her people. She would soon regret it.After a few moments, he heard the creaking sounds of a heavy door and saw it open before one of the guards stepped into his sight bowing quickly before speaking up, “My King if you don’t mind me asking, why did you allow her to leave so easily? She declined your proposal. Most would think for sure you’d punish her or force it.”Greg’s smile became a smirk as he leaned forward and put his elbows on his knees. “And why would you assume that I let her go so easily, Erwin?” The King spoke, and though his words should have been easy enough to understand, there was
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
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.”