All Chapters of LYRA: REBORN FOR REVENGE : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Lyra could still remember the very day she first met Mason Sylvester, the moment that had altered the course of her life forever. She had been nineteen, young and impressionable, full of the naivety that comes with the belief that a fated mate could fix everything and Mason on the other hand, who wasn't far off in age was rather more mature and definite. He had the belief that a mate was just another obligation he needed to fulfill as a alpha. The annual Crest Pack Harvest Festival had been in full swing, the scent of roasted meats and wood smoke filling the air as wolves from neighboring packs confluence at Crest pack in celebration. Lyra had been wandering through the crowd, her heart light as feather, her family close by, when she first caught his scent—a mix of pine and leather, a smell that seemed to wrap around her senses like ribbons on a box, filling in the right places. Mason had towered over everyone at the festival, his presence commanding attention without slimmest

Later that night, Lyra sat by the fire place in their home, the crackling flames casting shadows that danced elegantly on the walls. Mason wasn’t home yet—again. It was becoming more and more frequent, his late nights attending to “pack business.” He rarely provided details anymore, and when she asked, he would brush her off with vague answers. Every time he did, a knot twisted tighter in her stomach, the anxiety clawing intensely at her insides. She hadn’t seen him since that morning, when he had left without so much as a kiss or hug. Not even a glance. Once, his absence would have crushed her, left her longing for his warmth, his touch. Now, it only deepened the coldness that had settled in her insides. As the fire crackled and popped, Lyra’s thoughts wandered to the whispers she had overheard at the market a few days ago—women gossiping about the Alpha’s late-night movements and routines, about a certain female pack member who was often seen slipping in and out of the Alph

Lyra followed Jessy quietly, the shattering of dried leaves beneath their feet the only sound as they walked through the shedding woods. The cliffs were just ahead, bathed in the silver light of the Blood Moon. It was a place that held so many memories. Memories of blissful days, when she and Jessy had been carefree children, laughing and playing without a care. But tonight, something felt different. There was a thick tension in the air, an unease that settled in Lyra’s chest, making her heart beat faster with every step she took. Jessy had been unusually quiet since the ceremony, her usual bright, teasing demeanor replaced by a strange, somber silence. Lyra couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong, but she pushed it aside, trusting Jessy as she had always done. When they reached the cliff’s edge, the wind picked up, cool and biting as it whipped through Lyra’s hair and dress. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to ward off the freeze as she looked out ove