Marked by the Lycan King
Lyra Voss is a curse-born Omega in the Ashcroft Pack, blamed for her parents' deaths, cast out by the only family she had left, and carrying a secret she doesn’t yet understand. She has silver eyes that nobody can explain and a bloodline everyone believes is extinct.
King Jasper Vael has spent his life building a kingdom on iron and silence. He has never been shaken. Not until the night the mate bond snapped into place in the middle of a public ceremony linking him to an Omega cursed with the blood of those who destroy. He rejected her immediately. Completely. Publicly.
He has been looking for her ever since.
Now Lyra is pregnant, cast out, and running from rogues when a rival Alpha finds her at his border and takes her in without asking questions, she is not ready to answer. She has twin daughters, no pack, no protection and no idea that the Lycan King’s most trusted Beta has been feeding information to the enemy for years or that a silver-laced poison is slowly killing Caspian’s mother and no healer in any pack can stop it.
Except the last living descendant of the Moonborn Healers. The girl he called an insult. The woman who survived him. The mate he needs to beg.
Some bloodlines cannot stay buried. Some bonds cannot be broken. And some kings must choose between the throne they built and the woman the moon chose for them.
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Chapter: Chapter Five: The Border and the AlphaI ran. I can’t shift, my wolf is exhausted and my body is carrying something I will not risk so I run on human legs through the dark and the crashing behind me gets closer and I thought with the part of my brain that is still functional: so, this is how it ends. Cast out of my pack and eaten by rogues before the sun comes up. Classic.I trip on a root. I go down hard, hands out, and the ground comes up fast and I think: the baby. I twist at the last second, take it on my hip and shoulder, and land badly but not catastrophically. I scramble to get up.The rogues break from the trees. Three of them, shifted, red-eyed, the kind of wolves that have been outside pack law long enough to forget they were ever inside it. They move with the particular looseness of things that have stopped caring about consequences. I back up against a tree. My hip is screaming. My hands are bleeding. I have no wolf, no pack, no weapon, and nowhere left to run.Something then happens.I don’t understand it. The
Last Updated: 2026-06-19
Chapter: Chapter Four: The Elder’s VerdictMy aunt finds out in week three. Not because she is observant, she has never been particularly observant about anything that doesn’t affect her directly but because the laundry maid tells her.I have been careful. Sera has been more careful. But the laundry maid has eyes and an arrangement with my aunt that I was not aware of, and so at dinner on a Tuesday, my aunt says my name in the voice that has meant trouble since I was nine.I go to her. She tells me to sit. I sit. She asks me directly. I could lie. I have considered it. I am not good at lying and she is very good at identifying it, and I’m tired so tired, the kind of tired that goes bone-deep after weeks of keeping every emotion exactly where it won’t be seen so I told her the truth.She does not shout. That has always been the thing about Aunt Mira: she is most frightening when she is quiet. She sits across from me at the kitchen table with her hands folded and her face composed and says: ‘You have shamed this household.’I kn
Last Updated: 2026-06-19
Chapter: Chapter Three: I Tell SeraSera finds me by the river. She always finds me by the river. She says it’s because she knows that’s where I go when things are bad, and things have been visibly bad for three weeks, so she has been checking the river regularly.I believe this. She is a Beta’s daughter and she has her father’s instincts: she knows where the pack’s pressure points are, and I have always been one of them.She sits beside me without asking. She does not speak for a while, which is one of the things I love most about her that she understands silence as a form of presence. She has never needed to fill quiet with noise. She just sits with me in it, and the sitting is enough.Then: ‘Tell me.’I have been trying to decide how to say it for three days. I have rehearsed sentences. None of them work. So, I say: ‘I’m pregnant.’Sera goes very still.I watch the emotions cross her face in order: shock, confusion, rapid calculation, and then something hot and protective that I recognize as fury, though she is holdi
Last Updated: 2026-06-19
Chapter: Chapter Two: The River and the ReckoningI run until the hall is gone and the pack sounds are gone and there is nothing around me but the forest and the dark, and then I kept running because the forest and the dark are safer than anything that has my name on it right now.My legs know this path without me. I have walked it since I was small the trail that cuts behind the Ashcroft border and drops down to the river where nobody goes at night because the moonlight is strange here, silver and warm, and pack wolves generally find strange things uncomfortable.I have always found it the only place I could breathe.I make it to the bank before my legs gives up. I go down hard on the grass and I sit with my knees against my chest and I wait for the crying to start. It doesn’t. There is nothing in my chest right now. Just the absence of where the bond was enormous and clean and cold.He rejected me. In front of every wolf in that room. In front of the Elders and the families and the twenty-two other unmated wolves who will go home t
Last Updated: 2026-06-19
Chapter: Chapter One: The Floor I’ll Never Be Good Enough ForThe ceremonial hall floor has to be perfect by dawn. I know this because Aunt Mira has told me four times since midnight, each time louder than the last, as if volume is what I’m missing.The brush in my hand is raw from two hours of scrubbing. My knees ache from the stone. Above me, the banners of the Ashcroft Pack hang from iron rings the silver wolf on black, gleaming and proud and I’m on the ground beneath them, which feels about right.Tomorrow is the Mating Ceremony. I’ve been thinking about it for six months. Longer, if I’m honest. Every unmated wolf in the pack who has reached their twenty-first year will gather at dawn in this very hall.The Moon Goddess will do what she does. The bonds will pull. Mates will find each other.I let myself imagine it for exactly three seconds. A pull in my chest. A face I finally get to keep. Someone who chooses me because the universe decided I was worth choosing, and there is nothing my aunt or uncle or this pack can do about it because the M
Last Updated: 2026-06-19
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