All Chapters of Luna Lyra: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The morning was crisp and bright as I stood on the porch, staring out at the snow-capped mountains. My thoughts were filled with anticipation, Lyra and our son were on their way home. The idea of finally meeting my boy made my heart race, and my wolf’s excitement was a constant hum in the back of my mind.Adol was constantly prancing in my head, he couldn't wait to see his mate. At one point I had gone out for a run. I just let him take control and we ran into the forest. We ran and ran until he was tired. That was the only thing that calmed Adol down for us to sleep. I needed the run too to clear my head.I leaned back in the plush armchair in the sitting room looking at Denise as she smiled at me. She was ready to go meet Marcus to put our plan in motion. Yesterday she had given us a good suggestion that solved our problem of a distraction for Marcus. “Are sure you about this, Denise?” I asked her. I wouldn’t want her to do this because she feels it is the only way. I still don’t t

“Perfect,” I said, satisfaction curling in my chest. “And Garret, I want you to dig up every bit of information on Denise, her interests, her strengths, her weaknesses. I need to know how to keep her on my side.”He looked up from his notes, meeting my gaze. “Understood, sir. Anything else?”“Yes,” I said, standing and pacing the room. “We need to make sure the investors hear about this. Quietly, of course. Start planting the idea that Denise is taking a more active role in the company and that she’s consulting me for guidance. Let them see her as a potential savior and that I’m the one guiding her in the moves she’s making. By the time we’re ready to make our move, they’ll already be questioning Damien’s position.”Garret’s pen moved swiftly across the page. When he finished, he closed the notebook and stood. “I’ll get started right away.”“Good,” I said, clasping his shoulder. “This is the opportunity we’ve been waiting for, Garret. Let’s not waste it.”“I’ll make sure everything is

I sat on the plush couch in our living room office, my fingers lightly tracing the embroidered patterns on the armrest. Damien was sitting on one of the couches next to me, answering a call that had just come in. His brows furrowed slightly as he spoke, his tone measured but firm.“It’s your father,” he mouthed to me before turning his attention back to the phone.“Damien,” Elder Marcus’s voice crackled through the speaker, sharp with irritation. “I just received word from my assistant that there are visitors from Crewwood in our territory. Care to explain why I wasn’t informed?”Damien leaned back in his chair, exhaling softly. “Yes, Elder Marcus, they’re here. It’s more of a social call than a business one.”“Social call?” Marcus’s voice grew tighter. “You should have informed me regardless. This is not something to be decided unilaterally.”“I understand your concern,” Damien replied, his voice calm. “But there’s nothing concrete yet. We’re still in discussions on ways to work toge

DamienI watched Lyra with a small smile as she stood in the grand hall, her eyes darting around with curiosity and awe. Her presence here felt surreal, yet it was a moment I had dreamed of for so long. It wasn’t just about her coming back, it was about giving her everything she deserved and more.Adol has been prancing with happiness ever since we heard we would come back. Now that she is here, he has been almost out of control. It took everything in me to hold him down as he wanted to pounce on her immediately he caught sight of her. But that might scare considering how long she has been away. ‘Yeah, right,’ Adol grunted in my head. ‘The reason you don’t want to touch her yet is because of the way you treated her in the past.’“Fine, I agree,” I told him. “That is another reason why we should take it slow and steady and not rush her. So wind down your excitement.”He simply rolled his eyes.“Let me show you to your room,” I said softly, taking a step closer to her.Lyra’s lips cur

My smile tightened. “Thank you. It’s been an adjustment but a rewarding one.”Denise was a vision in power dressing. Her crisp white blouse, tailored to perfection, accentuated her sharp collarbones. A sleek black pencil skirt hugged her curves, while a sharp blazer completed the look, exuding an air of confidence and professionalism. Her hair, usually worn in loose waves, was pulled back into a polished chignon, showcasing her delicate features. A pair of classic pumps, their heels clicking confidently against the floor of the offic, completed the ensemble. She probably dressed this way in order to impress my father. Although, to her credit, Denise always knows how to dress up. Anywhere she is going, she knows how to look sharp. She knows just the right outfit that will complement her figures and for the event. I smiled faintly. Still, I am sure she picked this outfit today at the new firm, determined to make a lasting impression on not just my father but the people at …. The sile