A MATE WORTH HATING
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"Your father died hating me. Tell me, Lyra. How long will it take before you do the same?"
When Blackthorne invades Mist Hollow, Alpha Lyra Ashwood watches her father die defending it. She inherits a dying pack, a shattered alliance, and one enemy she was raised to hate.
Ronan Blackthorne. Ruthless. Everything Lyra has been taught to despise.
With Mist Hollow too weak to survive another attack, Lyra is forced into a mate bond with the very man responsible for her father's death. Their union should end the war.
Instead, it drags Ethan Ashwood's secrets into the light.
Across the territories, wolves begin telling stories about Lyra's father. Packs he saved, packs he destroyed, alliances he manipulated, enemies he made and never explained.
Lyra wants to believe they're lying but then the assassins come.
Someone wants her dead before she learns the truth. Someone is willing to turn entire territories against her to make it happen. Someone wants her and Ronan to hate.
And Ronan, the man she swore to hate, becomes the only Alpha she can trust.
But Lyra is changing too. Something ancient is awakening inside her, a voice capable of commanding even the strongest wolves alive. A power that makes her valuable to some, dangerous to others, and terrifying to everyone who understands what she can become.
The more Lyra learns about her father, the harder it becomes to tell where his legacy ends and her enemies begin.
Now she must decide whether she can build a future with the man she once blamed for destroying hers while uncovering the truth about the father she spent her life trying to make proud.
Because the greatest threat to Lyra's future may not be the Alpha she married.
It may be the man she believed was a hero.
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Chapter: CHAPTER FIVELYRA'S POV I clench my fist tight as I stride ahead of Viktor, ignoring the blatant stares I get from Blackthorne wolves.What did Misthollow have to offer as allies? How could they reduce everything Father built to nothing while actively occupying our land?The Blackthorne guards at the steps of the dungeons stop their goofing off when they see us approach. They send each other glances as we pass by, probably asking themselves what was wrong with the crazy captive."What are they going to do to me?" I ask Viktor without turning, knowing he's following closely behind."My people are imprisoned in the lower cells, and I'm ripped away from them, isolated from friends and comfort. So you tell me. What would you have me do?"When he continues following without answering, I turn sharply at him, and for the first time I see a reaction on his otherwise stony face. We stare at each other for a few heated moments before he sighs and scrubs his face with his hand."You shouldn't be asking me w
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Chapter: CHAPTER FOURRONAN'S POV "Why does the captive have a say in this council!" Elder Misha screams before shutting his mouth when I glare at him. I couldn't believe the old man rode out before dawn to point his bony fingers at me.Immediately I had parted ways with Viktor in front of the dungeon, Elders Marius and Liza had descended upon me like vultures.Behead Lyra and be done with it.Don't show weakness before the warriors.When I'd reminded them of the sanctity of the mate bond, they'd only doubled down, insisting the pack would understand.If there was one thing I'd learned from my father's mistakes, it was that the mate bond was more sacred than any man's pride.I knew that better than anyone. I'd spent the last fifteen years cleaning up the mess he'd left behind."I do not have to answer to any of you," I grit out, ignoring Rafa shaking his head and facepalming behind the elders."She has every right to stand before this council because she's my mate. Fenrir's gift.”"I understand your desir
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Chapter: CHAPTER THREELYRA'S POVA painful jolt of heat in my lower belly wakes me. It feels like my entire body is melting and tensing all at once.My claws scrape against the floor as my back arches off the soft bedding I'd been placed on, every muscle in my body burning from the mate bond.My body wanted Ronan, ached for him in a way that made my skin feel like it didn't belong to me, but I wanted to tear him apart.I kick away the mountain of blankets thrown haphazardly over me before sitting up on the cot I'd been placed on.That was another thing about Misthollow's dungeons.They were built to hold unruly teenagers and angry fathers throwing punches during ceremonies or pack games. They were never meant for enemies.Father never intended them to be used that way.There were even jokes throughout the pack that while other dungeons imprisoned criminals, Misthollow's came with cots and warm bread for their occupants.Now hundreds of Misthollow wolves were trapped in their own dungeon. Their Alpha dead a
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Chapter: CHAPTER TWORONAN'S POV"By you?" she asks again before crying out in pain and stumbling toward Elder Marius for support.Elder Marius flails like he always does and pushes her away, making her crash onto the hardwood stage.I glare at him, but that's all my body can do as Raith screams in my head for his mate. I try to ignore the disgust and revulsion blazing in her eyes, but mine refuse to stop drifting back to hers.I regret saying that word. I shouldn't regret it, all is fair during war but I do for some unknown reason.We stare at each other for a few seconds before Elder Marius's shocked voice breaks into our tense bubble."Ma...mate, you say?" he asks.I cut him a glare as my nose picks up the first waves of her scent.Dew. Jasmine. Honey.Jasmine. Something achingly familiar, like a memory.Everything Misthollow represented. She was everything I had asked Fenrir for, but I could tell she didn't want me.Behind me, I could hear the pack growing restless."Fortunately, Fenrir decides differe
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Chapter: CHAPTER ONELYRA'S POVTears fill my eyes for what feels like the millionth time as I reach for the bond between father and me.Nothing.No warmth. No reassurance. No father.I quickly press a hand over my mouth as a sob breaks free, the sound small and broken. I may have lost Father, but if the others heard me crying, then the last of Misthollow's courage would die with him.I sag against the wall behind me but an indignant huff from Nicole in the next cell, had me releasing a relieved sigh. But that relief is quickly obliterated when I hear the sound of chains and bolts being undone in some cells.“Let me g-" The familiar grumpy sound of elder Rowe's voice is cut off by the sharp sound of a slap. But that doesn't stop his protests before he's gagged and marched out.I move closer to the door and try to see the faces of the wolves being rounded up in the dim light.The cell beside me is thrown open and I immediately rush to the wall as I hear Nicole being dragged from the cell. She screams and
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