Novels by Blessing Chijioke

Lyra's POV heart jumped to my throat, and I turned, but saw only dark shapes between the trees. “Who’s there?” My voice shook. “Show yourself.” No answer came, with only the wind moving the leaves slowly. Another sound came, and closer this time, and my body trembled. I had never been brave, and now I was alone beyond the walls with something out there. I backed away in fear and felt rough bark scrape my palm. I couldn’t stay human anymore. I had to change if I wanted to survive, so I closed my eyes and pulled at the thin thread that connected me to my wolf. The pain from the shift spread through me like fire, and my bones ached, skin stretched, and fur broke out, and I bit back a scream. Being an omega meant every change felt like breaking glass inside me. When it was over, I stood on shaky four limbs as a small brown wolf. My ears pricked, and my nose caught scents sharper than before but still dull compared to others. I saw a figure standing among the trees with the outl

Kael’s POV I stormed out of the ballroom with my hands clenched and my chest heaving what annoyance. Everything had turned so fast I could hardly understand it. I had claimed Lyra in front of everyone, I had felt the bond settle between us, and then the priestess had spoken, and I had torn it all apart with my own words. The music and voices faded behind me as I walked down the corridor and I didn’t care that people moved out of my way; I just needed to be alone. My heart hurt, and my anger burned painfully as I pushed open the door to my chambers and stepped inside with Selene right behind me. “Kael, wait,” she said softly, but I slammed the door before she could step in, with the wood shook under the force. “I don’t want company,” I said through the closed door. For a moment, I stood there, staring at the door as if it could stop all the noise in my head, and then I went to the window and threw it open, letting Moonlight pour over the room. I leaned on the frame and tried to

Lyra's POV The words sank into me slowly, and my lips parted, but no sound came out. My heart pounded so hard I thought it would burst open, and around us, the room was silent as I felt every pair of eyes fixed on me. “I…” My voice cracked. I could not even finish. Kael’s gaze stayed on me. He stepped closer and held out his hand. “Come,” he said gently. I stared at his hand, at the strong fingers waiting for me, and my feet moved on their own, and I placed my hand in his. A strange heat ran through me the moment our skin touched, and he led me to the center of the room. My knees trembled, but I kept moving beside him. Then voices broke out. “This is madness,” Luna Selene snapped. Her face was pale, but her eyes burned. “She is only an omega. She cannot be your fated mate.” Beta Mason Redwood stepped forward, too. “Alpha, forgive me, but this cannot be right. The moon goddess would never tie you to someone like her.” I felt small again, like I had when he mocked me earli

Lyra's POV A tall man stood there with his face sharp and seriously set and his dark eyes fixed on me. He looked like he could break a tree in half if he wanted to, and I swallowed hard. “Mason Redwood,” Mira whispered close to my ear. “Beta of Alpha Kael.” Of course, I knew who he was. Everyone knew the Alpha and his grim Beta. Beta Mason frowned as I stepped closer, and his nose wrinkled like he smelled something bad. “So you’re Lyra Darkfur,” he said in a deep voice. “The Omega who looks like she crawled out of a ditch!” Shame rushed to my cheeks, and I tried to smooth my hair with shaky fingers. “I… I had a little misfortune with a dog earlier,” I said quietly. His mouth twisted into a dark smile. “A dog, hmm? I can’t see the difference between you and it.” Mira gasped softly, but I just lowered my gaze. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “Sorry, won’t help,” he said and stepped closer. “Clean yourself up next time someone summons you.” “Summons me?” I blinked at him. He

Lyra's POVThe dog darted off with my meat between its teeth, and I ran after it with my feet sliding on the damp ground. “Come back here, you thief!” I shouted, but my voice came out weak. My breath burned my chest as I chased it through the narrow path behind the cooking shed. I hated how light my steps felt, not from strength but because there was nothing in me. I felt tired even before I started running. The dog was fast, a shaggy brown thing with a tail that wagged like it was proud of itself, and I pushed harder, clutching at my skirts so I would not trip. “Please stop,” I wheezed and hated how small I sounded. It darted toward the open training fields, and I followed, cursing under my breath. I wanted to cry, but I kept running with my legs trembling.When I finally caught up, the dog had stopped near the edge of the field, chewing happily. I bent low, gasping, and grabbed the meat from its mouth.