LOGINLyra Hale wasn't just rejected on the most important day of her life, she was also branded worthless and unworthy. She thought her life couldn't get any worse, but she was wrong. She was sold to the most feared, and strongest Alpha in the North, Alpha Drax Grant as a breeder. They call him the Savage Alpha. Heartless. Ruthless. Touched by shadows. No one dares get on his bad side, for they never live to tell the tails. Drax makes it clear— This is just to pass away time, and nothing more, it's nothing but a bargain. She’ll bare his heir, be invisible until when needed, and keep her nose out of his business. Rules were enforced for her to follow, if she dears break any, she would pay dearly or her pack will. But when her naive self unlocked something buried in him, the rules begin to burn. Lyra is everything he swore to destroy. He was everything she grew to fear. What happens when a battle against the curse becomes a war for love. Will the curse claim yet another victim?
View MoreLyra’s POV I violently jolted from the bed, my hands flying straight to my face. My skin felt normal. My breath came out in short bursts as my eyes darted around the room. My heart hammered so loudly against my ribs it hurt. I was still in bed. Everything seemed normal. It all looked the same except for the sunlight slipping through the curtains. I slowly exhaled. “It was just a dream,” I murmured to myself. My fingers brushed over my cheeks again, just to be certain. Nothing. Still, the uneasiness refused to leave my chest. I pushed the thought away and forced myself to get up from bed. Nemona would probably arrive soon. I hurried to the washroom. Cold water splashed against my face, clearing the last fog of sleep from my mind. When I finished bathing, I wrapped a towel around my chest and stepped back into the room. Just as I was about to reach for the dress I laid out– Ding. For a moment, the dream I had flashed through my mind. Don’t be ridiculous, Ly
Lyra’s POVThe door opened, the younger maid rushed in, her footsteps quick and uneven as she hurried towards me. In her hand was a first aid kit and clean white towels. “I’m so sorry!” She blurted out the moment she reached me. Concern immediately flooded her expression, when she saw the state I was in. “What are you sorry for?” I asked. “Aren’t you injured?” She asked, scanning my body. “Your head? Or back?”I hesitated before responding. “Aside from my previous injuries, and the ache all over my body, I don’t think I am.” She knelt down beside me and used a warm white towel to press against my injuries, and applied ointment on my wounds and bruises. “You have a blood trail on your neck. Luckily that’s all to it,” she said, then began to clean my neck with the white cloth.“I’m not sure how,” I mumbled, wondering how the blood got there. “Why are you wearing that? You are not to wear that, at least not until the bonding ceremony,” she said, her tone tightening as her eyes fli
Lyra’s POV The ride from my old pack to his was silent. I didn't speak, and neither did he. The atmosphere was extremely cold. I didn't want to look at him, or have anything to do with him, but the thought of remaining here, especially after what happened with my step sister would surely be the end of me. It’s better I take my chances with my unknown fate than the known.The car was enormous, black and luxurious with leather seats so soft it felt almost criminal to sit in them. My hand clutched the seat’s edge, knuckling white as I tried to calm myself, trying to think of positive thoughts only. The vehicle moved smoothly, almost effortlessly like it had no weight at all, carrying us father from the only home I had ever known. Hours later, we got to the pack’s border. I was wowed with all I saw. Everything screamed luxury. I had thought my fathers pack was grand, but seeing what wealth and power could build made me speechless. My fathers pack could never have compared to this
Drax POV The same incident replayed over and over in my head. There was no means to an end. Instead of fighting fate, I embraced it. ‘Alpha!’ A voice rang in my head. I opened my eyes to see some elders seated around the council table. I watched them unbothered, without altering a word. Their faces were caved with time: grey hair, eyes that carried centuries of expectations. They argued, their words heavy with the burden of survival, but I saw through it all. Their fear, they were frightened of losing what they had built. I sat back, my hands crossed before me, feeling the sharp points of my claws press into my palms. The room smelled of parchment, dust, it also had a lavender smell. “The pack needs an heir,” Elder Varin said sharply, his voice demanding. “Without one, we risk losing everything we’ve built. Not just that, the other packs will mock us, and call us weak.” I clenched my fists, nails gouging my skin, but I said nothing. The anger inside me roiled quietly, a stor






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