Author’s povSanchez dragged Steven along the packhouse’s long halls, his grasp unbreakable.Steven fought, his fingers tearing at Sanchez’s hand, but he couldn’t do it.“Let go of me!” Steven hissed, panic rising in his voice.But Sanchez didn’t release him.His face was stone-cold and his eyes were burning with an anger Steven had never seen before.The packhouse doors swung open as Sanchez threw Steven out, causing Steven to roll out onto the dirt.The cool night air blew in Steven’s face, although he wasn’t aware of it. His mind had gone into overdrive.He could not believe that this was happening now.“Please don't do this. You have to stop. It’s not good. Please stop.”“I told you to stay away from her. It was very simple. Anyone would do that with half a brain. But you refused to listen.”But Stephen refused to listen. “I get it. I shouldn’t have done what I did. I wasn’t thinking.”Sanchez growled at this as he rolled his eyes in disgust.“Not thinking? You put your hands on
Authors povA comfortable silence settled between us.I looked around and closed my eyes as I felt like I was safe now.But before I could sleep off, something bothered me. I turned to look at him as I called out. “Greg?”His eyes met mine. “Yeah?”It took a moment for me to be calm before I sighed and went on to talk to him. “You’re not a bad person.”He laughed a bit before nodding, “Is that your way of trying to patronize me?”“Maybe.”He grinned. “You know, for someone who is just a wolf and not a lycan, you’re not bad yourself.”“What?!” I laughed, smacking his chest in a playful venture.Greg just laughed, his body trembling a little.But then, something in his face and voice shifted and he wasn't quite so entertained.There was something else in his expression now.Something that went beyond just being an alpha.I caught my breath as he leaned into mine.I knew I should look away.I knew I was in dangerous territory. But I couldn’t. I didn’t care and to be honest I didn’t want
Authors povIn the dead of night, hidden by trees that reached towards the sky, a group of elders congregated in a clearing far into the deep forest. The moon illuminated them softly but the density of the leaves produced enough darkness to ensure that they would not be heard. They were all uneasy for one reason or another; some worried, others angry and a few even still bemused.“We cannot let this stand,” said Darius, a tall Lycan with loose silver hair. His eyes shone like fresh snow. “We just can’t.”“Agreed.” Another elder, named Rowan, grumbled. He was shorter but built like a warrior and his arms were crossed tightly over his chest. “A mere wolf cannot be Luna; this goes against everything we have built.”Again there were murmurs of agreement from a few of the elders and silence from others.“Maybe we should consider this.” Elder Magnus spoke calmly, his aged face held wisdom but also doubt. “Greg is our king. If he feels that this woman is right for him… then who are we not to
Authors povThe sentence repeated in her head, and it hurt like a physical blow. Did he think that little of her? That she was somehow less? That she needed protection because she was incompetent?Pained, she turned and fled the hall, letting her anger seething through her with every stride.Greg saw her retreating figure as the meeting ended. “Fuck,” he sighed as he ran his hand through his hair. Without waiting, he followed her as he called after her.“Lyra!” He called as she didn’t stop but kept on running.It was clear she hated him. He used his speed to catch up with her as he held her arm and held her in place. But she shoved against him to take her arm back.“Why won’t you leave me be?” She asked in anger. “It’s clear you don’t care about me so how about you let me be.”“Lyra calm down,” he sighed. "Let me explain.""Explain to me?" she snapped, whirling on him. "You want to explain? Do you mean like I'm harmless? Like I'm not a real werewolf?"Greg flinched. "No, that's--"“
Lyra’s povThe next morning, I woke up to sunlight getting in through the curtains. I yawned and stretched as I felt a bit groggy from last night. It was then that I heard a knock on the door as I got out of bed and looked at the clock.Who could be at the door this early in the morning, I thought to myself before I stretched again.Before I could even take a step to the door, the front door flew open and in walked a woman with fabric swatches and a measuring tape around her neck, followed closely by two others with boxes, and bags.“Good morning Miss Lyra,” the woman smiled brightly. “My name’s Clara, I’m the lead designer of the pack; Alpha Greg sent me here to get your measurements for tonight’s ball.”I blinked sitting up in bed, my mind in a whirl at what she had just said. “Ball? What ball?”Clara tilted her head, still smiling. “The ball that Alpha Greg will be holding tonight. It’s quite important and he would have you looking your best there if I heard it right, you’re going
Lyra’s povThe sun of that Noonday was white with heat. Multicoloured flowers drooped in their pots. The windows of the rooms gleamed as I sat on the bed, groggy. I hadn’t slept well since last night but now that I was here, I might fall back to sleep. As I got to my feet to dress up, I heard a knock. "Come in," I said softly.The door creaked open and Helga walked in, her smile always beaming. She was my personal maid of sorts and had become more like a friend to me as the weeks went by. She had a tray with tea and light snacks that she set on the small table before looking at me, “Good afternoon Miss Lyra,” she said to me warmly. “Feeling better? Aren’t you excited for tonight?”I sighed and ran my hand through my hair. “I don’t know, Helga. I don’t. I just want this all to go down without a hitch.”She laughed but her laugh was light and teasing. “Aw, come on, Lyra! It’s going to be great! You’ll see! You’re going to look radiant and everyone is just going to die over how wonderfu
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
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
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