Nobela ni Mia Lee

Randall's POVSeated on my chair, I released a stifled yawn having signed off on the Caelin Pack's request for some men to help ward off the Rogues in their Pack. My eyes burned from lack of sleep and my limbs ached. I stretched, fighting to stay alert, but it was no use, so I gave in, electing to head to bed. But when I got to the door, her face filled my mind, leaving no room for anything else. Lyra.I wondered how she fared, if she had finally woken up. “Did she even take the food from the maids?” I muttered under my breath.I sighed as I got to the door. I could almost hear Susan's warnings ringing in my ears but I grabbed the knob anyway.It wasn't because I cared. Lyra was just too valuable. She was the most important part of my plan. That's all. At least, that was what I told myself as I pushed the door open.Fiona, the Pack nurse, sat on a stool beside the bed, pleading with Lyra. “Please, eat some food. You need to regain some strength.”But Lyra shook her head, her arms

Randall's POVA sigh escaped my lips as my eyes fell on the portraits of my father hanging on the wall of my study.When I was younger, I used to stare at those portraits with pride, admiring everything about him — his strong jawline, his hands that barely fit into his shirt, that fire in his eyes and the confidence he wore like a crown.Years after his death, I still couldn't stop doing that. For some reason, I always felt his watchful eyes gazing at me through those portraits.But now, those pictures didn't inspire me. They haunted me.They reminded me that I was yet to fulfil the promise that I made to him at his grave.Justice.Retribution.Revenge.Juan opened the door and walked into my study, bringing me out of my train of thought.“Alpha,” he bowed, his voice cutting through the silence. “The Rogues have been captured. Our men have them tied up at the Pack Square,” he announced.I didn't even look at him. “Not now, Juan,” I muttered, waving him off. When he left, I downed the

Lyra's POVAs I rose slowly from the cold marble floor, I clutched my chest, feeling the pain of Randall's rejection, which wrecked every fibre of my being. My legs were weak but I still managed to drag myself to the bed, leaning against the wall. The decision to leave my Pack now weighed heavily on my chest. So did my mother's words which echoed in my thoughts.“One day, your feistiness will lead you into trouble. You must learn to listen and do as we say.”If I had listened—if I hadn’t been so desperate to prove that I could make decisions for myself—I never would’ve left my Pack. I never would’ve walked straight into this nightmare. But how could I have known? How could I have guessed that Randall’s hatred ran so deep, that he would use our mate bond to trap me in his twisted plan for revenge?But the signs were there. I saw them—the flickers of rage in his eyes, the way he avoided talking about his past. But I ignored them. Blinded by the bond, by my desire to escape the arrange

Lyra's POV“Get your hands off me!” I screamed at the guards who seized me as soon as I entered Nightshade Pack's throne room. “What the hell is this?” I demanded, fury bubbling inside me as I turned to Randall. His forehead creased with a deep frown as he watched, unmoved, whilst his guards manhandled me under his orders.“Why am I being arrested? What is this, Randall?”Randall's eyes flashed in anger as he drew closer to me, scrunching his face. His hands balled into fists by his side and he looked nothing like the man that I had met some hours ago. “You'll find out soon enough. Till then, you're going to remain here until I'm done with my plan,” he frowned. “Then I'll decide what to do with you afterwards.”Plan? What other plan did he have except to get married to me like he promised me before we eloped from my Pack under the watchful eyes of the moon?My eyes stung with tears as I stood frozen, my legs rooted to a spot, wondering what I did to deserve this. Those grey eyes tha