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.
Caelan had driven his old jeep as far as the old logging road would allow, tires crunching over gravel and fallen branches, until the path simply ended. Swallowed by forest.Then they'd walked.Nearly five miles through woods that grew denser with every step, Vivienne's boots sinking into soft earth that smelled of decay and renewal. Her breath came in white clouds in the cold night air, and her thighs burned from climbing over fallen logs and navigating slopes slick with moss. Now they stood in a clearing no larger than a living room, surrounded by trees that seemed to lean in and listen. The coordinates had led them here, to the middle of nowhere, deep in the neutral territories where no pack held claim. The kind of place where people came to conduct business they didn't want witnessed.They had been waiting nearly an hour now with no sign of anybody else coming.Vivienne wrapped her arms around herself, but the chill had settled into her bones long ago. Beside her, Caelan shifted
Caelan woke to cold sheets beside him - again.He lay still for a moment, staring at the ceiling of his room in the pack house, listening to the silence where Vivienne's breathing should have been. This had become their pattern. She would slip into his bed after midnight long after everyone else had gone to bed. Then he would wake alone.It had been months now. Ever since Vivienne returned from the capital, she'd grown distant in ways he couldn't name. He dressed quickly and made his way downstairs, his wolf restless and uneasy. The pack house was quiet this early, most of the pack still sleeping off the Moon Harvest Festival celebrations. The basement computer room hummed with the sound of cooling fans and electricity. Vivienne sat alone at a terminal, her face bathed in the blue glow of multiple screens, fingers flying across the keyboard. She didn't turn when he entered. "You're awake," she said.Caelan crossed the room and pressed a kiss to her forehead. Her skin was warm, but
Cassandra settled into her chair at the dining table and looked around the empty room.Again.She sighed, picking up her napkin. The late afternoon sun slanted through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The palace always felt too quiet when she dined alone.A servant appeared at her elbow, pouring wine with practiced efficiency.Cassandra paused, her glass halfway to her lips. "Has Lyra not come down since morning?"The servant exchanged a glance with another staff member near the sideboard. "No, my lady. She never came for breakfast. No one has seen her since last night's Moon Festival in the woods."Cassandra set her glass down with a sharp click.
Dominic closed the door with a soft click.The sound seemed loud in the sudden quiet of the room. He turned back to where Lyra stood, her cheeks flushed, her eyes wide and dark with wanting. She looked beautiful and nervous and brave all at once.He crossed the space between them slowly, giving her time to change her mind. Giving them both time to breathe.When he reached her, he took her hands in his. Her fingers were trembling."Are you sure about this?" His voice was rough, strained with the effort of holding back. "I don't want to rush you. We can stop. We can slow down. Just tell me…""I'm sure." The words came out as a whisper, but there was no hesitation in them.Lyr
Lyra sat on the edge of her bed, arms wrapped around her middle.Her stomach growled loud enough to echo in the quiet room.She ignored it.Breakfast had started an hour ago, and the dining hall would be full of people by now. Full of him. She couldn't face that. Not after last night. Not after she'd fled from the woods like a coward, leaving Dominic standing alone beneath the moonlight.She'd gone straight back to the palace. Bypassed the festival entirely. Locked herself in her room and pretended the world didn't exist.That had been hours ago.A small, foolish voice at the back of her mind had whispered that he might follow. That he might knock on her door and demand to talk to her. That he might apologize, or explain, or say something, anything, that would make the ache in her chest disappear.He hadn't come.She pressed her palm against her chest, trying to soothe the hollow pain there."Stupid," she muttered to herself. "So stupid."Why would he follow her? Why would he apologiz
The following morning found Dominic seated behind his desk in his office, but his attention was miles away.Adrian stood across from him, a stack of documents tucked beneath one arm as he delivered the morning briefing."There's something else that requires your approval," Adrian said. "The Silvermoon Pack has requested an audience with you. Their Alpha wants to discuss a possible alliance with us."Dominic's gaze remained fixed on the window, though he wasn't really looking outside.Adrian continued anyway. "I actually think this could be beneficial for us. Silvermoon controls one of the most fertile regions on the continent. Their farms produce enough grain to feed several neighboring territories, and part of their land is rich with rare minerals. An alliance would strengthen our economy considerably."He frowned thoughtfully. "What I don't understand is why they're approaching us now. They've spent decades refusing to join the Northern Kingdom, and suddenly they're requesting a pri
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







