Myra's POVMy heart raced with a mix of hope and fear as three guards rushed towards me. They stopped before Noah, crouching beside his still body. I watched as one of them placed an ear against the alpha's body, listening for a heartbeat.An impatient sound slipped from my lips. "All of these won't help!" I snapped. "Please, get him inside and fetch a Healer.""Alright," the guard muttered, staring up at me with blue eyes.. He turned to the second guard. "You, get another guard and go and fetch a Healer." The guard bowed, then turned and ran towards the pack house.The blue-eyed guard then turned to the third one. "You, fetch a stretcher and bring it back here."Soon the guard raced to the pack house and emerged with a stretcher. Within moments, the both of them carefully lifted Noah onto it. Relief washed over me as they carried him away from the grassy field and through the gates of the pack house. Finally, he could get help. I couldn't afford to lose him, not after everything we'
Myra's POVThe dungeons?!"What—" I stammered, my heart beating erratically. "What did I do?"The woman stepped forward, her face inches from mine. I stiffened as she growled in my face; she was so close that I could see the blacks of her eyes grow even darker with every passing second."You're breaking the laws of our pack by simply existing, little Omega." She growled. "You are a walking crime!""No," I whispered, as a tear fell from my eyes. "No, please...."The guards dragged me through the pack house, their hands tight on my upper arms like strong vices. Fear gripped me—fear not only for my own life but for Noah's as well. With Noah unconscious and unable to protect me, I felt vulnerable, exposed and alone.Struggling against these guards was absolutely impossible. As they led me down into the dungeons, my heart pounded with anxiety. The dimly lit, dank cells seemed to swallow me whole. It was a far cry from what I had thought would happen, and it felt like a nightmare from which
Myra's POVI remained at Noah's bedside, my heart aching with worry and fear. His still form seemed so fragile, and I couldn't bear the thought of losing him. I leaned closer to him, my voice filled with desperation as I whispered his name over and over."Noah, please, wake up," I pleaded, my voice trembling. "I miss you so much. You have to come back to me."I could not let the shadows of my past win. Noah was all I had left in this world, and if he died then I would follow closely too."You have to stay strong for me," I whispered, as I leaned over him and our foreheads touched. "You have to stay strong, my mate. Wake up, please."His chest rose and fell faintly, but there was no other response from him. My fingers trembled as I reached out to touch his cheek, willing him to stir. My mate, my love, I couldn't lose him like this.As long as he was unconscious, then I knew I had no chance. That vicious man and his ruthless wife would find out soon enough that I had escaped from the du
Myra's POV"Where are we going?" I asked, a sense of unease washing over me."To the throne room." Noah replied, his voice cold and hard. "I'll bring those responsible to justice, Myra, I promise."I halted in my steps. Noah stopped too and turned to me, his expression darkening."Noah, hold on." I protested weakly. "Don't you think you're taking this too far?""Myra, nothing is too far for me when it comes to you—""Just stop!" I snapped. "I've been in enough problems already! Hell, half the pack thinks that I'm a bad omen, that I have to be killed to save everyone else. I do not want—"My words were cut short as Noah pulled me forward, and I hit his chest with a startled gasp. I looked up into his stormy gray eyes, feeling myself melt in the warm embrace of his hands."Nothing, I repeat, nothing is too far for me when it comes to you!" he growled, his breath warming my face. "I swear to the Goddess, I will find that guard who did this to you, and I will tear him limb from limb with
Myra's POVUtter silence followed his words. Then the Elders began to whisper and murmur amongst themselves, increasing the tension in the room. I felt my heart jumping dangerously to my throat, as my fear spiraled uncontrollably.Noah reached for my hand again and gave it a comforting squeeze. "Silence!" He roared, and their whispers subsided again."Yes, I admit to killing Reyna." Noah continued. "And there is not a day that passes that I don't feel regret about what I did. But Reyna should also have been watchful of her words!""Goddess!" Reyna's mother spat venomously. "So you're blaming my late daughter for your mistakes now, are you?""You harassed my mate!" Noah roared, his rich voice rebounding off the walls in echoes. "You ordered for the guards to grab her and lead her into the dankest depths of this very building—the dungeons! You did all of this, knowing fully well that I was indisposed and could not stop it on time. What do you have to say about that?!""She is meant for
Myra's POVUtter silence clung to the room the moment I spoke. My hammering heart seemed to be the only thing I could hear as the attention of the Council turned to me.Their eyes bore into me, questioning, doubting, judging. I felt vulnerable, exposed, but I couldn't back down now. I felt Noah's reassuring grip on my hand, urging me to carry on.Drawing in a shuddering breath, I began to narrate the horrors of the dungeons, the dark place where all of my nightmares seemed to have happened. "He insulted me, called me names," I whispered, my voice trembling like a fragile leaf in the wind. "And then, he grabbed me by the neck. He tried to forcefully have his way with me, but I struggled. I couldn't breathe, couldn't—"The words caught in my throat as the memories came rushing back in one despairing wave. "That man kept pressing down on my neck, and he left these bruises." I touched the bruises on my neck, where I could still almost feel Julian's hands on my skin. Even as I touched the
My footsteps echoed as I barrelled down the corridor beyond the courtroom. I wanted to leave that room behind me as soon as I could, wanting to get away from the accusatory stares, the whispers, the demeaning words.My anger and sadness were like wildfires that consumed me from within, and it needed release.All I wanted was to be free again.The accusing gazes of the Wolf Elders haunted me, but it was Noah's deafness to my choices that cut me the deepest. In that moment, I yearned for freedom from this mental prison he seemed to have placed me in.I couldn't bear to stay in the pack house if this kind of treatment would continue.And yet, I couldn't bear to stay away from my mate.It was as though the Moon Goddess was playing games with my happiness. I would never be truly free until I left the pack house, and yet if I left, the ache of being away from Noah would consume me.My footsteps were heavy with frustration as I reached my room. Quickly I slipped into the room, locking the do
Myra's POVAlmost immediately, an image of my mother flashed before my eyes. The small smile she'd given me in the morning when I went out to find those herbs. Her face several weeks later, rotten and grotesque in death.But I pushed that thought away, focusing on that single touch of Noah's lips on mine. I should have thought about my mother. I should have remembered the words those people had said about me in the courtroom, but my head seemed to be occupied by Noah and him alone. I didn’t care about anything else at that moment. All my thoughts, all my focus were on one thing—the needy, desperate throb between my legs.Noah slid one hand from my waist to smooth it up my ribcage to my breasts. My nipples were already stiff, poking through the rough fabric of my towel. He slowly cupped my breasts, and his palms were filled with my warm, resilient flesh.I slid my hands down the muscles of his belly to the waistband of his trousers. He wasn’t wearing a belt and the material of the tro