DERRICK’S POVI walked into the chamber in calculated steps, my mind reading the surroundings trying to figure out if I had been compromised. But how could I be? I made sure I left no traces, no trail! Beta Damon had been held accountable for Randy's death so, I had nothing to fear.I took a seat at the edge of the table and slightly adjusted my collar, careful not to expose the spot Randy had ripped open while he struggled for his life. I watched as Jake took his seat at the head of the table; a spot I have coveted all my life. A spot I could kill for.Braun’s hatred for Alpha Jake was the perfect way to get through with my plan. No one would be able to trace it back to me. But with Randy’s capture, I had to do something before he spilled the bean.I glanced at the faces of other members for clues as to why this meeting was called but they were blank, confused, and curious as I was.“I want to thank you all for making it here. I apologize for the short notice,” Jake began. “There has
LYRA'S POV I watched the crows feed on Derrick's lifeless body as it swayed in the wind at the Death Arena; a spot where executions were carried out for everyone to see. The rope around his neck dug deep into his neck. His face was frozen in an expression of shock as if death had taken him by surprise in its final, merciless grip. I should be happy I guess. Derrick had always opposed my stay in this pack, he questioned my capabilities to rule as Luna. I would have sworn he wanted my place as luna. However, my heart ached at the sight of him hanging like a piece of meat. This wasn't right. As much as it was meant to send a message across to anyone who would think of betraying the pack, there were other ways to do that other than this.“You're too soft Lyra!” Tara tore through my thoughts. “You must make a statement as a leader for your subjects to fear and respect you. Wait till our minds get to sync properly, I'd change a lot in you.” She scoffed.“I wish I could disown you right n
JAKE'S POVThere was silence in the room as the unknown figure walked in. All eyes fell on him. Who could that be? I thought and why would the guards let him in without informing me first? I think they no longer cherish their jobs. I moved closer to make out what or who he was but he wore a ninja mask across his face.“One more step and you wouldn’t use those legs anymore,” I thundered.He uttered no word, making me more nervous. Who is this with so much audacity walking into my house like he owned it?He halted and slowly reached for the mask across his face. I instinctively held the edge of my silver-coated dagger just in case he made a threatening move. “What?” My expression darkened as he pulled off the mask across his face. “Braun! How dare you?” My fingers folded into a fist causing my vision to blur with anger. I moved before I could think. Lucio growled in my head, and in a split second, I was already on him. The first punch landed on his nose causing blood to trickle from hi
LYRA’S POVWhat just happened? Who was that and why would Jake be so furious at him? My mind reeled with some many questions as I stood there trying to process what just happened while staring at what was once a beautiful scene now in total disarray; shattered wine glasses, chairs flipped over, and the well-decorated cake now a smear all over the floor.“Maids!” Queen mother Tessa called out. I watched as the maids scrambled, rushing towards the scene. “Get this mess cleaned up!” She ordered, her tone Sharp and commanding.“Yes ma’am!” They responded with a slight bow.As they scrambled to tidy up the scene, I walked away, headed for the only place I could find solace at this point; My room. I waltzed through the passage a bit disappointed. I had spent quite an amount of energy planning this moment and it ended up in ruins. I grunted in frustration. Why do things keep falling apart the moment I feel like we are headed somewhere? I didn’t know who the stranger was or why Jake was so f
LYRA’S POVThe vibration from his voice sent shivers down my spine. I thought he would still be up in his room. I wanted to be long gone before he'd realize. I stood still, my back still turned at him. Should I respond or should I just walk out on him? My thoughts clashed inside of me as I gripped hard on my luggage.“Where do you think you are going by this time of the night?” He asked again. At this point, I was not sure what his tone was. Was it Concern, Remorse, or Anger? I swallowed hard before slowly turning around, my eyes locked onto his. “Somewhere away from your sickening secrets!” I lashed out at him. I felt my stomach drop after that statement; I had stepped beyond the boundaries of words I could say to him. What was going to be his reaction? My body shivered yet I remained composed.He stood, speechless. I had expected him to say something, perhaps plead with me not to leave or at least explain to me why he was building a wall between us, but no word came forth. I turn
LYRA’S POV“What do you think about my outfit?” I asked Jake, halfway down the stairs grinning. My maid Abigail had selected a long, black flowing sequin dress that hugged my stature, for my outing with my mate. It glittered under the soft light from the chandelier. My makeover was light yet flawless and my hair wrapped up in a bun with free strands falling on either side of my face.Jake, who was adjusting his collar in front of the full-length mirror immediately caught a glimpse of my reflection in it. He immediately spun around in awe. His lips parted as if struggling to push out the right words to say. His well-tailored Black tuxedo perfectly hugged his body and his lustrous black hair was styled to perfection. How can I forget his eyes; they were one part of him that never ceased to charm me.“My goodness, Lyra,” Jake teased. His voice was barely audible, almost like a whisper.I felt butterflies in my tummy, my cheeks were red with blush as I tried to hide my smile but it foun
JAKE’S POVI woke up next to one of the most beautiful views any man would wish for. Lyra’s body curled up beside me, perfectly outlining her contours, her messy hair from last night slightly falling over her face. The morning light fell on her face, radiating her beauty. Her lips slightly parted, and her chest rising and falling in sync with her breathing as she lay peacefully, fast asleep.The scar on my chest had begun to tingle. A ticking time bomb wrapped around my soul. And with the full-blood moon fast approaching, I was running out of time. I wish she could understand why I’m distant from her. But how could she? I still haven't found the right words to explain to her. To make her understand the real reason isn't because of Alisha or out of hatred or dislike for her like she felt it was. “This is for your own safety, Lyra,” I whispered, slowly pushing off the strands of hair off her face, placing a kiss on her forehead. She grunted in her sleep rolling over to her other side
LYRA'S POV The first punch came fast, crashing into my ribs and knocking the air out of my lungs. I held my side, tripping backward, gasping, but Cloe didn’t give me a second to recover. She was tall and intimidating. Her hits came as quick as lightning. This time, it landed on my jaw, jolting my head to the side. I had felt my neck would snap. I staggered backward, hitting the floor, instinctively lifting my arm to protect my face from the next hit. “Damn!” I cursed under my breath. “You have to focus, Lyra. Focus!” I geared myself. I spat blood on the ground, slowly standing to my feet. The cheer from the crowd was deafening. Amidst the grinning face was Jake who sat at the podium. His eyes were locked on me while gripping tight on his seat, his expression hard. “Fight back, Lyra! Get the hell up! You've trained hard for this day.” I could hear his thoughts yelling at me through my mind link. Cloe stood right in front of me, flexing her muscles with a dark smirk on her fa
AEMOND'S POVI paced up and down what remained of the temple, my mind racing with words Valkyrie had told me in the trance. I had to get everything from that little bi**h. I never thought things would go south and now I have to go an extra length to get her. I growled in frustration, turning to Zephyr who stood motionless staring at me.“He offered me everything, Zephyr,” I muttered, sitting on the stone ledge beside the large window, staring into the dying twilight. “All, I have to do is get the damn bond broken and everything...I mean everything will be mine!" I voiced out with every sense of certainty.Zephyr shook his head in what seemed like disbelief.“You are totally out of your damn mind!” he barked, clawing his head in frustration. “No one strikes a deal with Valkyrie and walks out whole! That’s like shaking hands with the goddamn devil. You will lose everything and I mean every single thing!” he growled in a low tone, cautious not to have anyone hear him.A low growl rumbled
LYRA’S POVJake's face twisted in anger as he sprang from his seat, pointing towards Alpha Benson. Veins, lining the side of his forehead. His eyes, once filled with warmth, now brimmed with something heavier; rage, hurt, and betrayal. I could feel it roll off him like a tidal wave. Every person in that hall instinctively held their breath.Hauling Alpha Benson in what seemed like an arm drag, Jake stepped forward slowly, his voice deep and controlled, echoing through the grand hall. “Alpha Benson of the Arrakis Pack,” he began, eyes locked with Alpha Benson. “You were once considered an ally, a partner, and a friend," he growled with a low, yet steady tone. "A father figure in diplomacy. A man I once trusted to walk beside me in strength and wisdom,” he said, holding up his chin.Alpha Benson looked up from where he knelt, sweat pooling on his forehead. He didn't dare speak. Nobody dared intervene at this moment, not even me.“But instead,” Jake continued, squeezing hard on Benson's
LYRA'S POVMy sight blurred, I could feel something dripping down my nose but I barely paid attention to it. I bent down over Ella, my hands gripping her neck. She squirmed beneath me, making gurgling sounds, her hands feebly hitting my wrists. I didn't mind I had just gone through a painful evacuation process, I damned every sting of pain I felt in my body. All I sensed was the fire within my soul, the sting of betrayal seeping through my fury."LYRA! STOP!"Selene's voice struck through the thick rage in my head like a clap of thunder. My head jerked up, hair tousled around my face, nostrils widening. I turned towards the direction of the voice and noticed her sprinting towards me. Her face was drained with fear of what I might do to Ella."Stop Lyra, You're bleeding!" she yelled, pointing down.Bleeding? The words got to me. I must have stressed my healing body with magic. I noticed my body has been slow to heal likely due to the fact Aemond was wielding part of my powers and the
LYRA'S POVI watched Jake snatch the medical reports from Selene, frantically. His eyes scanned through each line and paragraph. As soon as his hands and shoulders dropped, I realized this was not a joke.“No, No!,” I whispered, shaking my head in disbelief. "This is not true," my voice broke as I spoke. "Nothing is wrong with my child. He's healthy and fine," I stuttered, placing my hand over my stomach, hoping to protect my baby from the unbelievable news I was hearing.My vision gradually began to blur as warm fluid rushed into my eyes. I pressed down on my lip trying to stop it from rolling off my eyes but my lip trembled. I felt a string in my heart snap, as my chest constricted. The weight of Selene's announcement pressed on me, sinking me into an abyss.“Wh…What did you just say?” I asked in a low tone, my voice shaking. Somehow I hoped Selene was mistaken, maybe the scan results weren't for me.I slowly turned my attention to Jake, staring into his eyes. For the first time, n
ELLA’S POVThe sun hadn’t yet made an appearance when I exited my room, the morning chill gnawing at my skin through my cloak. I could barely see the person approaching me due to the thick morning dew. My boots lightly struck the marble floor of the corridors, each step resonating a bit more than I wanted it to. I glided like mist, sneaking by guards still on their morning duty, and past maids who wiped the sleep from their eyes and didn’t question my unusual movement this morning.I barely closed my eyes to sleep all through the night. I knew the moment Lyra woke up I would be doomed. Aemond had turned on me, I had no ally. While my mind roamed, an idea clicked in my head. Tasha, my friend from college. Maybe she could help. She owed me a favor after I helped her set up her fiance's former girlfriend so he could date her.I made my way quietly into the infirmary which was still enveloped in the silence of early morning. The scent of disinfectants filled the atmosphere, reaching my n
LYRA'S POV“Um, I think this is my cue to leave now,” Lisa chuckled nervously, making me break off from the intense lip greeting Jake and I were having. “I'd get myself hooked up with an activity around the house, probably come back to check up on you later,” she said, holding on to little Jayden who wanted to break loose from her grip and play around.“It's alright,” I nodded with a smile, biting softly on my lower lip, my face flushed with embarrassment. We both watched her step out of the room, shutting the door behind her.I heaved a deep sigh, shifting my attention back to Jake who never took his enchanting gray eyes off of my face. The deafening silence stretched for about a minute before we broke it off.“So, tell me…,” we both chorused in unison. One would think it was a rehearsed moment. “You go ahead,” I said to him. My voice was barely above a whisper with my face growing warm as I smiled softly, shifting my gaze away from his face.“I know you have a ton of questions to a
LYRA'S POVI jerked up from the bed, the heart monitors beeping faster than normal. There was chaos at the instant. Voices and chatter of people sounded muffled. My eyeballs rolled behind my head and out.“Charge! Apply pressure!” I heard a voice yell in the background, followed by a charge sent through my chest.I jerked up a couple of times before I felt calm in my body. Everything returned back to normal.“Lyra? Lyra, can you hear me?” A familiar voice rang in my ear. I groaned, slowly opened my eyes, squinting until everything shifted into focus. Turning to the right, a weak, yet soft smile curved on my lip.“Selene?” I called out faintly, heaving, weak, and slow breathing. “What happened?” I asked faintly.“You were having a heart attack. You almost drew mine into an episode too,” she teased with a smile. “Jake would have had my head on a spike.” I frowned at the mention of his name. “How did I get here? How did you find me? I made sure not to inform anyone where or how to find
LYRA'S POVI dragged myself up onto my knees, coughing against the thick smoke that rose from the crater Aemond and I had been flung away from. Tara charged towards the figure even before I could make out what it looked like.The figure gradually twisted into focus. It was tall, regal. His eyes gleamed crimson against the silver twilight of this place, a cruel smirk etched across his horrifying face. I could have mistaken him for Medusa with the manner in which his hair curled and twisted behind him; this time not snakes, but streaks of molten flames.A total contrast from Iris. Folktale had it that Valkyrie was banished from the clouds for practicing dark magic causing the world to live in chaos.Aemond writhed in pain next to me, his hair messy as he turned onto his side and coughed harshly. “Damn it,” he muttered quietly, cradling his sides. “What is he doing here?!” he growled"What is he doing here?" My face twisted in disbelief. How on earth did Aemond know him? Was this real or
LYRA'S POV I felt my celestial body peel off from my main flesh. I looked around in shock and some form of amazement. "Selene?" I batted my eyelid. She stood in a corner, penning down what I think were my medical records.The walls of the room looked familiar and that was when it became clear; somehow I was back to Shadowclaw. I was torn between being grateful and screaming at whoever brought me here. I looked back and there I was, hooked to wires and tubes, pale and silent on the infirmary bed. My chest rose and fell in a slow, struggling rhythm. My hair was matted with dried blood, lips cracked. But I—my spirit—floated just above it all, untethered.The last thing I remembered was Leo's face twisted in mischief. No empathy, not even for the sake I was having a child in me. The stinging pain of the old dagger as Zephyr made an incision on my arm. My breath and strength slowly dropped away with the blood gushing out from my arm.A breathless panic fluttered in my chest, hollow and h