Lyra
Lyra’s breath was shallow and erratic as Alpha Veyron loomed over her. She couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. Her lips parted, but her voice refused to come. The silence was absolute. Noone dared breathe.
His chest rose and fell heavily as he stared her down, the golden intensity of his eyes burning into her soul. Those eyes… they felt so familiar. Where…?
“Who are you?” He demanded again.
His gaze roamed her face, his body rigid and trembling with restraint. The connection between them thrummed, wrapping tighter with every passing moment, drowning her in its rawness. Warmth spread through her abdomen.
Her mouth opened again. Say something, she begged herself. Anything.
But then, a graceful hand curved over Veyron’s broad shoulder with deliberate care.
“Alpha,” the Mistress intoned.
It took him a heartbeat too long to respond. Slowly, almost reluctantly, his head turned toward her, the hard lines of his jaw flexing as though it took all his will to drag his focus away.
The Mistress’s hand slid down his arm, controlling the beast on the brink of madness. Veyron’s breath slowed. The fire in his gaze dimmed, though the embers smoldered still. Finally, he straightened, stepping back from Lyra with a reluctance that sent a shiver through her.
He glanced at a guard standing stiffly near the far end of the room. “Bring her to my chambers,” he ordered.
The guard nodded, escorting Lyra through the exhaling crowd. Veyron watched her until she reached the door, then turned on his heel. The Mistress trailed gracefully behind him.
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The guards shoved Lyra into the Alpha’s room, forcing her to stumble to her knees on the sisal carpet, which scraped her palms. The door slammed shut behind her.
Weapons lined one wall, each polished to a lethal gleam. Annotated maps stretched across a massive desk. The immense bed and stark linens were more a throne of conquest than an invitation for comfort.
Lyra paced, the rough rug creaking beneath her steps. Why did he ask me who I was? Did he recognize me? She paused at the door, resting her ear against the cool wood. If he finds out I’m here for my father... if he even suspects— Will he kill me? Will Aunt Kyline suffer for bringing me here?
Her brow furrowed as she listened. Her fingers brushed the handle, testing it, but it refused to budge. Of course, it was locked. She jolted away.
He can’t know. I can’t slip.
Her gaze darted to the high windows, far above her reach. She approached them anyway, craning her neck to see the stretch of dark sky and the endless grasslands beyond.
The desk across the room drew her attention next. Lyra approached cautiously, her fingers skimming the polished edge.
He pinned me like prey. Is that what I am? Prey to be devoured? Opening the drawers, her fingers flexed over a letter opener she could protect herself with.
Maybe, I am. I’d be powerless to defend myself against his strength anyway. She straightened abruptly, yanking her empty hand back.Crossed swords mounted above the hearth reflected glowing embers, edges sharp and unforgiving.
I shouldn’t be here. I’m not strong enough for this. Her hands clenched into fists as she forced herself to look away. And my father? Why am I risking everything for someone who treated me like nothing?
She crossed to the fur-lined chair by the fire, resting her fingers lightly on the backrest. The soft material yielded under her touch, but she didn’t sit.
He’s powerful, dangerous. But there was something else in his eyes. And the thing that I felt as he approached me… What was that? She tightened her grip on the chair, her knuckles whitening. No. It’s nothing. Theron rejected you because you’re unwanted, unworthy of a mate!
Standing in the center of the room, Lyra turned back to the door, wrapping her arms around herself. What now? Her gaze lingered on the locked handle, her lips pressing into a tight line. I don’t even know if I’ll leave this room alive.VeyronVeyron swept through the familiar halls, lit by flickering sconces. His heavy steps echoed the thoughts he struggled to organize. The council was concerned with unpredicted changes all around the territory.Scorpions venturing further than they ever had. Patrols returned wounded, the varying venoms claiming lives. Some never came back. But they weren’t the only casualties. The pack wars also plagued the edges of his territory.“You’re wasting time,” Eryx rumbled in his mind, interrupting his thoughts. “Let the council debate themselves into oblivion. Can’t you smell her?”
LyraAs the scorpion attacked Lyra, the door burst open. In a single breath, Alpha Veyron had annihilated the creature.Lyra’s chest tightened, relief mixing with fear. Was he a man or a monster? Whatever he was, he exuded a raw power that sent a shiver down her spine.Her heart pounded as he turned to her, his piercing gaze locking onto hers. She wanted to thank him, to say something, but the words caught in her throat. And, she shrank back instinctively. He stepped closer, and she sidestepped to move away.“Wh- what was that?” she managed to stammer.
LyraVeyron pulled away suddenly, leaving Lyra leaning against the wall,one hand propping her up on the dresser. Her strength drained and his body’s absence from hers felt like the snap of a taut rope breaking. His sharp, predatory eyes never left her, roaming over her flushed cheeks, her swollen lips, and the way she struggled to compose herself. She watched him warily from under fluttering lashes.Giving her no room to retreat and recover from the whirlwind of his kiss, he spoke. “Our bond will remain in my bed only. You’re a maid—nothing more in the eyes of my people. It would take too much to change that.”Every brutal syllable sank into her as confusion and humiliation stung her heart. How could he say he was claiming her and then reduce he
VeyronHer past was irrelevant. None had marked her, none had mated her. He knew why. She was destined for him, created for him.The primal need roaring in Veyron’s mind drowned out any shred of rational thought, his wolf howling for action. He didn’t understand why she kept denying it, couldn’t fathom her resistance when every response of her body told him she felt it too. He had tasted her desire on her lips.Her protests were meaningless. Once he claimed her, she would see. He would break through her walls, show her that she had no choice but to submit to him. And then the bond
LyraLyra curled in on herself, knees drawn tight to her chest as she lay on his bed. Her skin crackled with the memory of Veyron’s uninvited touch, imprinted on her skin. It was too quiet, his presence clinging to every shadow, every breath she pulled in. His untamed dark spice scent coiled around her like invisible chains.He was gone. She should feel safe now. But safety had never been an option. Not once in her life. And not with him.Veyron caged her spirit with his words and body beneath his. He took what he wanted without hesitation. He hadn’t needed her permission. Hadn’t cared. And yet, she had wanted him. That undeniable, treacherous pull still burned through her veins, making her crave what she should fear.
LyraLyra blinked. “What?”Kyline spoke slowly. “Your aunt Maris had visions, though not as complete or clear as your mother’s.”Lyra froze, her breath catching in her throat. “My mother?”Kyline nodded, her face grave. “Yes, your mother saw that you would play an important role in the prophecy to help bring back the Moon Goddess. That’s why we were sent there.”Lyra’s pulse thundered in her ears. She had spent so long mourning a mother she barely remembered, never knowing what secrets had died with her. What else was her aunt hiding?“Why?” she rasped. “Why me?”
VeyronThe battlefield was silent now, save for the wind dragging the scent of blood through the air. The dead lay where they had fallen, crimson staining the earth, bodies broken beneath the carnage of war. Veyron exhaled slowly, surveying the ruin before him. Another victory. Another graveyard.Will you destroy me too?Her voice cut through the quiet, unbidden. The words did not belong here among the corpses, yet they were louder than the dying gasps of the fallen.Veyron’s hands curled into fists at his sides. Destroy? The idea was absurd. She was his mate. He would claim, subdue, possess—never destroy. And
LyraLyra rocked the baby, her arms curled around the tiny, warm body.A faint breeze stirred the sheer curtains, carrying the scent of moonflower. She hummed a low, soothing lullaby full of love. The baby cooed soft, and contented.Lyra stroked delicate curls away from her face, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. Her heart swelled with adoration so fierce, and unbreakable, it stung her eyes. She would do anything for her. Would tear the world apart to keep her safe.I will die for her.Something is wrong.Lyra glanced down at the baby once more. Lifting her head, Lyra looked ar
LyraThe ride stretched on for the better part of the day, the steady rhythm of hooves against the earth a distant hum beneath their conversation. The forest behind them thinned into dry scrub, the scent of pine giving way to dust and sunbaked stone. Grass grew sparse. The air thickened with heat. In this desert, the land shed its vibrant green skin, surrendering to shades of ochre and gold.But as they crossed the invisible threshold marking the edge of Veyron’s domain, Lyra felt… lighter. The grip of his territorial magic released her like a breath she didn’t know she was holding.Yet Vespera’s magic still itched beneath her skin like a fever, her body betraying her with a thrum of desire any time her mind strayed too close to him, or she found herself the center of attention. Every bump in the road made her thighs clench tighter, her face hotter, her patience thinner. Yet, she tried to focus on Daphne’s teachings.“The more influential a werewolf is, the more land they can hold,”
LyraWarmth. That was the first thing Lyra noticed as she drifted toward wakefulness, a pleasant heat cocooning her against the chill of the morning air. Then came the slow, steady rise and fall of breath—not hers. The rhythmic motion rocked her slightly, comforting in a way that sent her sinking deeper into the warmth before realization struck her like a bolt of lightning.Her eyes snapped open, and she stiffened.Oh gods.She was curled against Rivenn, his arm draped lazily over her waist, their legs tangled as if they’d spent the entire night like this. Her cheek on his chest, his steady heartbeat thrummed beneath her skin.What happened last night?Flashes of hazy memories surfaced—the warmth of the fire, the way the liquor had made her dizzy and giggly, the laughter that had bubbled up so freely. She remembered the taste of Brann’s awful liquor, the way they had cheered her on. But had something happened with Rivenn?Her gaze darted around the campsite, taking in the disarray.Da
VeyronVeyron stalked through the woods, his steps heavy, controlled, yet aimless. He didn’t know where he was going—only that he needed to move. To breathe. To get away from the sight of Rivenn’s hands on her, the sound of her laughter mixing with Brann’s deep, rumbling voice.His jaw ached from clenching it so hard. She’s laughing with them. The gate murmured. At us.His fists clenched, nails biting into his palms. A rustle behind him had him slowing, scenting who it was before she spoke.“You good, Veyron?” Eryssa’s voice was calm, but her eyes took him in with quiet scrutiny.He exhaled through his nose. “Just taking a damn piss.”She quirked a brow but didn’t push. “Right.”Another set of footsteps approached, and Veyron tensed as Delvin stepped into view.They know why you’re here. Eryx warned, low and wary. They know you’re upset over the girl. They’ve come to check on you—like a damn pup.Veyron sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. Delvin slung an arm around his shoulder. “Y
LyraLyra turned to Brann, flashing him a playful smile. “So, Brann, tell me—are all warriors as fearless as you, or are you just special?”Brann, caught mid-drink, nearly choked on his ale. “I—I suppose I’m just special?”Rivenn barked out a laugh. Across the fire, Veyron finally looked up.His eyes flashed feral, his muscles coiling with restraint. She smiled, letting her fingers graze Brann’s arm, a bolt of heat shot through her at the contact. If Veyron wanted distance, she would give it to him. But she wasn’t about to disappear into the shadows.Veyron abruptly stood. His shoulders rigid as he stalked away from the fire, disappearing into the darkness beyond its glow. Silence fell over the group.Brann hesitated before speaking, quieter than usual. “I’m worried about him.”Delvin nodded solemnly. “Yeah.” Rivenn exhaled, rubbing his jaw. “He’s much darker than we’re used to. More moody. More volatile.” Genuine concern replaced his teasing lilt.“We need to keep an eye on him.” E
Lyra The fire crackled, sending embers swirling into the night as laughter rolled through the camp. Brann was mid-story, tankard in hand, weaving an exaggerated tale with the kind of energy only he could muster.“And then…” Brann’s voice boomed over the crackling fire, “Veyron, not even flinching, just leaps right at the beast, his cloak billowing behind him like the wings of some dark omen! He—get this—grabs its horns and yanks it to the ground like it’s nothing! He looked like some ancient god of war, practically glowing in the moonlight!”Delvin gave a dry smile, his arms crossed, leaning slightly away from Lyra as she sat dwarfed between him and Rivenn, who casually stroked a lock of Daphne’s hair with one hand and subtly brushed the back of Lyra’s.. “He looked more like a man trying not to die, if you ask me.”Brann shot Delvin a glance, but didn't let it derail him. “No, no. His shirt shimmered under the light of the fire. It was magnificent, really.”Rivenn leaned in closer t
VeyronThe warmth of the fire heated Veyron’s back, the crackling flames filling the tense silence. “What did you say to her?” Delvin asked. “To make her run off like that?”Veyron clenched his jaw. “I said nothing, Delvin,” he snapped. He didn’t want to discuss it.Delvin hesitated, studying him. “She really needs to be careful in these woods,” he said quietly. “There are wild creatures out here. It’s the border of your territory, not sure what might wander over. Just… stay alert. We’ll find her.”If he came looking for her, she would run. A vision of Lyra fleeing from him flashed before his eyes. Her face full of fear as she ran, with the wolf in him chasing, taking over. The excitement that tore through him at the thought twisted in his stomach, nauseating him.“Do you need me to help?” he asked, the words heavy.Delvin shook his head, gaze softening. “Nah, we’ve got it. You just stay here. We’ll bring her back.”With that, Delvin turned and joined the others in the search for the
LyraLyra stumbled through the woods, her chest constricting. Her breath came in shaky gasps, and she barely noticed the way the brambles tugged at her cloak until her foot caught on an unseen root. With a startled gasp, she tumbled forward, hitting the damp earth hard.For a moment, she stayed there, pressing her palms against the cool ground. Her vision blurred with unshed tears, and she let out a quiet, bitter laugh. Pathetic.A rustling sound drew her attention. Lifting her head, she blinked through the dark.A deer stood just beyond the trees, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the canopy. Its coat was white as freshly fallen snow, and its antlers stretched high and twisting, larger than any deer she had ever seen. A shiver ran down her spine.Lyra swallowed, wiping at her eyes as she sat back on her heels. “Why is Veyron like this?” she asked the deer. “Why push me away like I’m nothing, when I know he feels it too?”The deer watched her with unsettling still
Veyron Veyron slid the dagger’s edge methodically against the whetstone with a slow, deliberate scrape. The sound sliced through the quiet night. His mind had no business straying. But still, it did.The motion of the blade against stone felt too familiar—like the feel of her body beneath him, his senses surging from their closeness. He tried to focus, but his thoughts kept circling back to the way she trembled under his touch. Everything about her made it impossible to hold back.Her approach tugged at his awareness before her scent even reached him. Eryx’s growl vibrated beneath his ribs, impatient with his hiding.She is coming to you. Let her finish the bond. She is ours.The ancient voice twisted through his mind, cold and insistent, filling the deepest corners of his thoughts. No. Let her ache. Let her yearn. She is already bound to you, whether she admits it or not. Veyron knew who spoke to him. He had used the crescent gate just before this journey. Though it had never comm
LyraThe night air carried the scent of burning wood and crisp earth as the group settled around the campfire. Shadows danced through trees, stretching toward the sky. Lyra sat near the flames, absently poking at the embers with a stick, her thoughts a tangled mess.Her skin prickled, flushed from more than just the fire’s heat. Magnetic fluid cloyed the air—or perhaps it was just her. Every shift of her cloak across her shoulders made her wince inwardly, growing more sensitive to even the smallest sensations the longer she went without satisfying Vespera’s magic, which smoldered under her skin.Veyron had been avoiding her all day, stealing glances at her as if ashamed to even look at her. He had dragged her into this journey, forced her along. The heat of last night replayed in her mind—the touch of his hands, the weight of his body, the bite that had sent something deep and ancient crackling through her. Her thighs still remembered the press of his hips. Her neck still tingled whe