LOGINLyra’s POV I always thought that with the number of things I'd gone through, that I could take anything life could throw at me, but apparently I was wrong. Very wrong because why was the cause of my undoing, coming from a simple sentence? Say yes. Say yes. My moral compass was spiraling now, and despite how loud it was in my ears, deep down I already knew what my answer was going to be. I wanted Xavier, I wanted him to take me right here and right now, over and over again. Maybe I was just ashamed that he'd beat me to it and was making me see just how much I wanted him too. I was caught in a whirlwind of want and fear, the lines blurring between them with every breath Xavier took near my ear. His words, husky and demanding, promised a surrender I hadn't known I craved. "Say yes," he'd whispered, his hand on my ass, a gentle squeeze that still managed to steal my breath.And I did. "Yes," I heard myself breathe, a desperate, tiny sound lost in the quiet of the corridor. It f
Lyra's POV The air outside the cell felt colder and thinner somehow, like the walls themselves were holding their breath after what had just happened. Everything seemed to have been muddled up after that, and I hated that I couldn't pin point if the kiss was the problem, or the little scene that Xavier had made down there. A tiny voice stirred deep in my mind, and somehow, I already knew what she was going to say. She was going to blame the kiss, and the fact that I'd agreed to kiss Xavier. But what was I supposed to do? Not kiss him? Judging from the last series of events, Xavier had become more dangerous, and if he could withhold a piece of evidence that could have prevented all of this hullabaloo till the last minute, then I was actually scared of what he was going to do if I hadn't kissed him. After the kiss, I'd stormed out of there. There was no way I would be able to look either of them in the eye, even if I tried. Xavier had called after me, but I ignored him, so I gue
Lyra’s POV For a long moment, I couldn’t move, and in all honesty, I wasn't sure anyone could blame me. If there was anything, the kiss had caught me off guard. Liess. My wolf screamed in my head. You know it was coming, and you wanted it. We both did. I hadn't been more grateful that no one else could hear my wolf asides me. If Xavier had heard that, then I didn't even want to imagine what would happen. It was probably wishful thinking, but I would be be surprised if he decided to take me in front of everyone here, especially Xander and Emily. The taste of him still lingered on my tongue. He tasted like smoke and heat and something darker, something that felt like surrender. The air around us was thick enough to choke on, and even though I told myself to look away, I couldn’t. Not when he was staring at me like that.His hand was still at my neck, thumb pressed just below my jaw, his breathing steady and deep. The chain in the corner rattled softly, and that’s when I remembere
Lyra's POV By the time I found Xavier again, the rain had stopped, but the air still felt heavy, like the world hadn’t quite decided whether it was done bleeding. I'd heard that most times, the weather mirrored how the people felt when there was a big event happening, or right after it had been concluded. Take Xavier's coronation for example. I had no idea he'd planned something like this, and even if he had, a small tiny part of me almost felt like it wouldn't have mattered. If Cassian couldn't convince him, what were the chances that the results would be any different if the efforts came from me? While rain had always been used to signify a good beginning, I didn't think that was Redmoon's case. If anything, the entire sky was gloomy, like the heavens itself were mourning the turn of events. I wasn't that superstitious, but I could've help but mutter a prayer to the moon goddess that everything would be okay, in due time. The guards outside the lower cells didn’t meet my eye
Xavier’s POV The rain hadn’t stopped since last night, a d I couldn't help but feel like it meant anything. Maybe it was poetic, or not, but I only saw the liquid pouring down from the sky as a sign that the heavens were pleased with me. They were pleased with how I'd strategically taken what was mine, and today, I was going to start my rule as the leader of Redmoon. Officially. The mere thought was more than enough to pull a toothy grin on my face. I'd heard others say they didn't like the rain because it signified something sad, but today I was going to have to go with the alternate version. The rain lashed against the stone walls like a punishment, steady and unrelenting, and drumming in rhythm with the thoughts I couldn’t silence.The fire in the council chamber had burned low, but the smoke still clung to the air, a stubborn reminder of everything that had changed, or perhaps, everything I had destroyed.Cassian stood near the door, soaked to the bone, giving quiet orders
Lyra’s POV I'd heard the saying that your life could switch up in the blink of an eye. I'd experienced my fair share of that, and while I thought that might be enough ammunition, nothing, absolutely nothing could have prepared me for the sudden twist of events.It had been a little over a while since it happened, but nothing could have prepared me for it at all. My mind was a mess and whirling with so many thoughts I couldn't control all at once. If someone had whispered this to me, then best believe I would have thought they were mocking me. Just one hour ago, Xavier was writhing behind me, and I could feel his fear of the council with each thrust, so how the fuck had he managed to spin the table so fast, and effortlessly clean too? Hell, I wasn't sure if I was mad or impressed. Maybe both. Definitely both. After Sorin had called for a vote that definitely didn't come from the warmest part of his heart, it was almost surprising that the others had agreed. Since it was just D







