Chapter 11

Lyra POV

“Lyra!” My mother called my name. “Yes? Mom. I'm in the kitchen.”

I heard her footsteps walking towards the kitchen. I stopped what I was doing and turned to face her with my arms crossed under my breast.

“You have to follow me to the Alpha’s house.” I frowned my brow a bit. She never told me that we’d be going there. “Mom, is there a problem?”

She chuckled. “You worry too much. Just go get dressed. I’ll give you only five minutes.” she said, walking out of the kitchen.

I widened my eyes, “five minutes?”

“Yes, five minutes.”

I looked at myself, huffed, and dropped the cup in my hands and walked out of the kitchen to my bedroom.

Exactly, five minutes, I was standing outside, dressed in a black and white Polka dress, with my hair packed in a tight ponytail and black slippers. While I waited for my mother who gave me five minutes.

“Five minutes, really Mom?” I said, eyeing her. She smiled and rolled her eyes at me.

We walked in total silence to the Alpha’s house. And when we got there, Alpha was not around but we were ushered to the hall and waited.

Shortly after, we heard the alpha’s voice. We readjusted in our seats.

“Alpha, we've come to tell you a secret about that omega Davina and your son Malcolm.”

But to our surprise, he didn't pay us any attention. We glanced at each other nervously before my mom continued.

“You need to listen to us, Alpha,” my mother said, sounding urgent as we stood before the imposing Alpha Damian Blackwood.

He barely looked up at first, as he was still focusing on the documents in front of him. With a dismissive wave of his hand, he gestured for her to continue.

“Speak, Genevieve,” he said, in a low but commanding tone.

I stayed quiet for a moment, studying his face. The Alpha was a man who didn’t like to waste time, and today, we had no intention of wasting it either. This wasn’t just about getting rid of Davina…it was about securing my place in the pack.

“It’s about Davina,” my mother repeated, with her voice dripping with both concern and authority.

And this time, it caught his attention. His gaze snapped upward, furrowing his brows. “What about her?”

“She’s dangerous,” Mother said firmly.

“Dangerous?” Damian scoffed, leaning back in his chair. “The wolfless little girl? You must be joking. What can she do?”

“She’s no joke,” I said, bending his head forward. “She’s a manipulative distraction, Alpha. Malcolm is completely under her spell, and it’s pulling him away from his duties and his true mate lyra.”

He raised an eyebrow, glancing between me and my mother. “Explain.”

My mother took a deep breath, trying to choose her words carefully. “Davina has been sneaking around with Malcolm for months. She acts like a helpless, wolfless, and pitiful to get his attention. And it’s working. He’s smitten with her, blind to how she’s using him. And she claims that she's her mate.”

The Alpha’s expression hardened slightly, as he began to tap his fingers on the desk. “And what exactly is she using him for, Lyra?” he asked, looking at me.

“She wants to be his mate, his name, and his status,” I replied quickly. “She knows she’s nothing without it. An Omega like her? She has no place here. But she’s using Malcolm to climb where she doesn’t belong.”

“She’s pulling him away from his responsibilities, Alpha,” Mother added, her voice was calm and convincing. “Do you think Malcolm has been as focused as he should be? As disciplined? Davina is the reason for his distraction.”

Alpha Damian’s jaw clenched, and immediately he stopped tapping his fingers. “Are you suggesting that my son is incapable of seeing through a wolfless girl’s tricks?”

“No,” Mother said smoothly. “We’re saying he’s too kind. Too… compassionate for his own good. And Davina is taking advantage of that.”

I nodded. “Exactly. She’s playing the victim, the poor little girl who needs saving. And Malcolm, being the noble man he is, can’t resist trying to save her. But it’s dangerous, Alpha. For him, for the pack, and for you.”

He leaned forward slightly, narrowing his eyes. “Dangerous how?”

Mother glanced at me, signaling for me to stay quiet for a moment. Then she stepped closer to his chair, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial tone. “Because she’s trying to stop Lyra and Malcolm's mating. They are already in a relationship.”

That did it. His entire mood changed drastically, his shoulders stiffened, and his eyes flashed with a sudden intensity. “In a relationship?”

“Yes,” Mother said, nodding her head. “You know what this can do to our pack, don’t you? The dumb girl is trying to tear this pack apart with her deceit and reason. Davina’s blood is manipulating. She’s desperate to even turn your son against you.”

The Alpha’s face hardened, as his hands gripped the arms of his chair. “What are you saying, Genevieve?”

“I’m saying Davina is trouble,” she said bluntly. “She knows what she's doing, and she's trying to manipulate her way into power. Davina can't be Luna. She has bad blood, Alpha. She’ll ruin Malcolm if you let her.”

“She’s already started,” I added, in a quick and sharp tone. “She’s dragging him down with her. She’ll never be fit to stand beside him, yet she’s worming her way into his life, his heart, and his future.”

Alpha Damian stood suddenly, and began to pace angrily. His eyes burned with anger, and I felt a thrill of satisfaction knowing we had struck a nerve.

“Enough,” he growled, though the anger wasn’t directed at us.

Mother took a step back, in a calm but pleased expression.

“She’s a stain on this pack,” she said softly, but her words carried weight. “And stains, Alpha, need to be cleaned.”

He didn’t respond immediately, as his gaze was fixed somewhere beyond us as if lost in thought. When he finally spoke, his voice was cold and final.

“Leave it to me,” he said. “I’ll handle this.”

I exchanged a quick glance with Mother, hiding the triumph smile on my lips. I knew he wouldn't allow it. No matter how they go about it or the bond between them. I allowed myself a small smile.

Davina had no idea the mess she was into.