LOGINVivienne stared at Lyra's neck as though she could force the mark to reappear through sheer determination.
"No," she said, stepping closer. "There was a mark there."
She pushed Lyra's hair away from her shoulder and examined the skin beneath it. The basement was dimly lit, but there was enough light for everyone to see what she was seeing—or rather, what she wasn't seeing. The mark that had been there earlier was gone.
"I saw it myself," Vivienne insisted. "It was right here."
Lyra frowned and lifted a hand to her neck. Her fingertips brushed over the spot where the mark had been that morning. She remembered touching it in the forest clearing after waking up. She remembered the panic that had followed when she realized what it meant. Yet now the skin felt completely smooth.
"What mark?" she asked quietly, pretending not to understand what Vivienne was talking about.
Vivienne turned toward her so quickly that her dress swished around her ankles.
"The mark from that rogue," she snapped. "Tell them. Tell them you were marked."
Lyra looked toward the two strangers standing near the doorway. The older one watched the exchange with calm interest, but the taller man seemed unusually focused on every word she said. Something about the intensity of his attention unsettled her.
"Why should I?" she asked. "I have no idea who these people are."
Vivienne let out an exasperated sound and threw her hands into the air.
"I swear I'm not lying, Your Majesty. This morning she came home with a mate's mark on her neck."
The room fell quiet.
Dominic exchanged a glance with Adrian. Neither of them seemed particularly interested in the missing mark anymore. Instead, their attention remained fixed on Lyra, as though they had suddenly discovered something far more important.
Adrian studied her carefully before drawing in a slow breath.
"It's her."
His voice was low, but the certainty in it filled the room.
Lyra looked from one man to the other.
"Who are you people?" she asked. "And why are you talking about me as if I'm not standing right here?"
Neither answered immediately.
Dominic's gaze lingered on her face. The silver-gray eyes. The reddish-brown hair that seemed to glow beneath the weak basement light. Even sitting on a cold floor with dust on her dress and traces of tears still visible on her face, she matched every description the council had given him.
The strange pull he had felt the moment she looked up at him hadn't faded. If anything, it had grown stronger. The council had called it an aura, a feeling that would tell him when he finally stood before the Moon Goddess Heir.
Dominic slowly nodded.
"You're right."
Lyra stared at them in disbelief. She was tired, confused, and in no mood for riddles.
"Would someone please explain what you're talking about?"
Instead of answering, Dominic stepped forward. His shoes echoed softly against the basement floor as he stopped in front of her.
"You're coming with me."
For a second, Lyra thought she had misheard him.
"What?"
"You're coming with me to the capital."
She blinked up at him.
"Why would I go anywhere with you?"
Dominic folded his arms across his chest and answered as though the matter had already been decided.
"Because you'll be the next Luna."
A short laugh escaped her before she could stop it.
"Luna?" She looked around the room as if waiting for someone to explain the joke. "I think you've mistaken me for someone else."
"I haven't." His expression remained unchanged. "It's you I came here for."
Lyra looked at him, then at Adrian, then at Vivienne.
"I don't know what kind of game the three of you are playing, but I'm not in the mood for it."
She pushed herself to her feet and brushed the dust from her dress.
"If you'll excuse me, I have a ball to attend."
Dominic watched her take a step toward the door.
"I'm not talking about becoming my true Luna."
Lyra stopped.
The words caught her attention despite herself.
Slowly, she turned back.
"You'll serve as a replacement Luna while I continue searching for the woman I'm looking for."
The amusement vanished from her face.
She took a slow step back until she was standing directly in front of him. Even then, she still had to tilt her head slightly to meet his gaze.
"So let me understand this properly," she said. "You want me to leave my home, follow you to the capital, and pretend to be your Luna while you search for someone else?"
Her eyes narrowed.
"What kind of sick game are you people playing?"
"Face it, Lyra," Vivienne cut in before Dominic could answer. "You need him just as much as he needs you."
A satisfied smile tugged at her lips.
"Or maybe even more."
Lyra's jaw tightened.
"Remember what Father told you this morning?" Vivienne continued. "You have to leave tonight with a mate. Otherwise..."
She didn't need to finish the sentence.
Lyra already knew the rest.
She turned toward her sister.
"I know you enjoy my misery, Vivienne. That's why you locked me down here in the first place."
Her voice remained calm, but her eyes burned.
"If you hired these two men because you wanted to see me beg for a mate, you've wasted your money."
She said before turning to leave.
Before she could take another step, Dominic reached out and caught her wrist.
The contact made her freeze.
"I don't play games."
His voice was quiet, but it carried through the room.
"And your sister could never afford to pay me."
A faint smirk appeared on his face.
"I'm the Alpha King."
Lyra stared at him, then she burst into laughter.
"The Alpha King?"
She looked at Vivienne and then back at him.
"Is that what your script says? Then what am I, the desperate replacement bride?"
For the first time, genuine surprise crossed Dominic's face.
Beside him, Adrian pressed his lips together, clearly fighting back amusement.
"It's true," Adrian said at last.
He reached into his coat and pulled out the royal crest before handing it to her.
"The unfortunate man standing in front of you really is the Alpha King."
Lyra looked down at the crest. Then she looked back at Dominic and back at Adrian.
And to everyone's astonishment, she burst out laughing again.
This time, Dominic looked considerably less pleased.
Cassandra had prepared Lyra's favorite dishes and the dining room arranged with care. Fresh flowers from Cassandra's gardens sat in shallow arrangements, their scent subtle and clean. It should have felt intimate. It should have felt like celebration.But Vivienne sat across from Lyra, and the room felt different with her in it."My sister is truly decent," Vivienne said, her smile bright and easy. "She wouldn’t tell me about the new law she just helped draft. I had to hear it from the kitchen staff who told me there would be a celebration dinner tonight."“That’s our Luna.” Cassandra answered with her usual grace, but Lyra noticed how her eyes kept moving back to Vivienne's face, searching for something beneath the pleasant mask."I want you to k
Vivienne pulled back first, holding Lyra at arm's length, her hands warm and firm on Lyra's shoulders. Her smile was wide, her dark eyes scanning Lyra's face with something that looked almost like amusement."You look surprised," she said. "Did they not tell you I was coming?"Lyra blinked. The council chamber still felt close around her, the weight of the vote, the relief, the exhaustion, all of it still settling into her bones. She had not yet found her footing, and now Vivienne was here, standing in the palace gardens, looking as though she belonged."I knew," Lyra said carefully. "I just didn't know it would be today."Vivienne laughed, the sound light and easy, and released her shoulders. She turned slightly, her gaze moving across the gardens, over the climbing roses and the spring blooms nodding in the afternoon breeze. Beyond them, the Ferris wheel turned at the garden's far end, children calling to each other from the gondolas, the play equipment alive with the sound of small
When the meeting adjourned, most council members departed immediately, eager to carry the news back to their respective packs. Lyra remained seated for a moment, absorbing the weight of what had just happened, letting the reality settle into her bones. She imagined Anna waking to a future where she no longer had to fear returning home, where Sophia could grow up believing that safety was a right rather than a privilege. She thought of every other child who might now grow up without believing violence was simply part of family life.Yet she also knew this victory was only the beginning. Shelters must be established, counselors recruited, and the review board organized before the law could truly transform lives. The work would continue long after today.Beta Thorne approached her as the room emptied. "Luna," he said cutting her from her thoughts, greeting her with a respectful bow. "If I may speak with you?"Lyra looked up at him. "Of course, Beta. How is everyone in Ashborne?""They se
The palace library smelled of dust and old paper, the scent of centuries pressed between leather covers. Lyra sat at her customary table near the tall windows, stacks of documents surrounding her in a neat pileShe had read each page more than once. The words had begun to blur together, yet she reached for another folder, her fingers trembling slightly against the parchment. She was nervous. The feeling sat heavy in her stomach, a cold knot that refused to loosen. Soon she would stand before the pack representatives, before wolves who had held their positions for decades, bound by traditions older than the palace itself. She did not know if they would accept what she was asking them to change.When the clock struck ten, the council clerk appeared in the doorway, his footsteps soft against the thick rugs. "They're ready for you, Luna," he said, his voice low and respectful. "Shall I escort you to the chamber?"Lyra gathered her papers into a leather folio and stood, smoothing the fron
The guest bedroom was too quiet, the kind of silence that pressed against Lyra’s ears as she tucked the blanket around Sophia’s shoulders. The little girl’s breathing was slow, her chest rising and falling in a rhythm that finally seemed free of fear. Lyra brushed a stray curl from Sophia’s forehead, her fingers lingering for a moment before she turned off the lamp. The room plunged into darkness, the only light coming from the moon outside the window. She closed the door behind her with a soft click, the sound echoing in the empty hallway.The palace was still, the usual hum of activity muted by the late hour. Lyra descended the grand staircase, her sandals silent against the polished wood. The living room was warm, the fire in the hearth casting flickering shadows across the walls. Dominic and Cassandra sat on the sofa, their faces illuminated by the golden glow. They looked up as she entered, their expressions shifting from quiet anticipation to concern.Cassandra spoke first. "Is S
The palace medical wing smelled of herbs and soap, clean and sharp. Lyra sat in the waiting area, her hands clasped tight in her lap, her knee bouncing with restless energy. The chair was hard, wooden, designed more for function than comfort, but she barely noticed.Through the closed door, she could hear muffled voices. Dr. Eileen Cruz, the head of the palace medical staff, had insisted on examining Anna privately. Lyra had insisted right back that the doctor be female."She's frightened," Lyra had said, her voice firm despite the tremor in her hands. "She's been hurt by a man for years. The last thing she needs is to feel vulnerable with another man in the room, even a doctor."Dr. Cruz had nodded, understanding softening her sharp features. She was a small woman, compact and efficient, with silver threading through her dark hair and eyes that had seen too much."I'll take good care of her, Luna," she had promised.That had been nearly an hour ago.Lyra stared at the door, willing i
Dominic had always hated the pageantry that came with his title, but the Ashbourne pack’s attempt to impress him was especially suffocating. Even the guards at the entrance stood a little too stiffly, their eyes skittering past his face as they bowed and ushered him inside. He imagined they half-e
Alpha King Dominic woke with a smile on his face.For the first few seconds, he simply lay there, staring up at the canopy above him. Sunlight filtered through the branches, mixing with the fading silver glow of the full moon. The cool morning air carried the scent of pine and damp earth, and for a
Lyra didn't stop running until the forest began to thin and the familiar outline of her home appeared through the trees.The forest seemed different in the daylight.Less frightening.More familiar.Yet every step she took only made her thoughts race faster. How was she supposed to explain the mark
Without thinking, Lyra took a step back. She stumbled as her boot heel caught the edge of the rock, and her balance failed her. A startled cry escaped her as she fell into the pool. Cold water closed over her head.Laughter erupted from the three rogues on the shore.Lyra surfaced, gasping, water s







