Mag-log inLyra’s life fell apart when she comes home to the end of her own engagement. Thanks to a misunderstanding provoked by his sister and mother, her fiance, a man she had hopelessly given over heart to, breaks up with her and tosses her in the streets amidst insults. But Lyra wasnt a nobody. She might have laid low for years, but she wasnt dirt. She has Alpha blood in her system. She is the rightful Alpha of the biggest pack in the country, and when she eventually decides to take over the veil and rise - she would make all tghose who have trampled on her pay.
view moreFREYA The wolf’s tooth felt heavier around my neck than ever before. Not because of its weight, but because of what it now meant. Elias sat beside me in the stone chamber, a bowl of untouched food between us. Neither of us had spoken in over an hour since reuniting. Words felt too fragile. Too dangerous. I stared at my bruised knuckles. I had slammed them into the wall that morning… not in rage, but to feel something real. Something louder than regret. “I’m not here to apologize,” I finally said. Elias didn’t look up. “Good. I’m tired of empty apologies.” “I’m here because I still believe in what we fought for. Even if I lost sight of it.” He looked at me then. Slow. Guarded. Still sharp as ever. “So you’ve really chosen her?” he said. “Rhea… after everything?” “I haven’t chosen her,” I said. “I’ve chosen to stop Xavier.” I stood, pacing. My bindings were gone, Rhea’s gesture of trust, or bait. I didn’t know which. “I don’t know who’s still loyal,” I muttered. “
FREYA’S POV – THEN ✦ And suddenly, the memory crashed in… I was twelve again. Mud squished under my boots. Laughter soared from my lungs. Rhea yanked me through the thick summer woods like the world was ours for the taking. “Come on, slowpoke!” Rhea grinned, her braids bouncing, eyes glinting like she had secrets to share with the moon. “I’m not slow!” I gasped, my legs burning as I sprinted behind her. We burst into the clearing, our clearing. The grass was tall and wild, brushing our thighs. Flowers dotted the earth in bursts of violet and gold. A crooked tree arched at the edge like a guardian bowing low, its trunk scarred from carvings long forgotten. I collapsed onto the ground, letting the earth hold me. Leaves tangled in my braids. “When I’m Alpha,” I panted, “I’m banning running.” Rhea plopped beside me, smirking. “When you’re Alpha?” “Yeah. Why not?” “You’d fall asleep during war councils.” “Exactly. Peace by naps.” We giggled until our stomachs hurt, l
A silence fell.Thick.Brutal.Final.Freya wept on her knees, the ring still clasped in her trembling hand. The weight of her return was heavier than any blade.I looked at Damon.Then at her.And the part of me that had cried, prayed, and bled for her… died all over again.“I want her confined,” I said, voice like ice.Freya gasped. “No. Rhea… please…”“In the western tower,” I ordered. “No visitors. No light. No lies.”“Rhea!”But I turned away.If I didn’t, I’d break.If I didn’t, I’d fall to my knees and hold her like when we were children, hiding from thunder under the same blanket, dreaming of the world we’d conquer.But that world was gone.And so was the girl who once dreamed beside me.She was his now.Even if she didn’t realize it.Even if she swore she wasn’t.She’d brought his poison to my gates.And I couldn’t afford to let sentiment ruin us.Not again.Not with war already devouring everything.“Take her,” I said, quieter.Damon obeyed.Freya didn’t fight.She just sobb
The fortress didn’t sleep that night. I stood at the war table with a map stained in blood, ink, and ash. My hands hovered above the southern quadrant where the cursed forest stretched out like a scar. The walls trembled with the sound of steel. Women cried behind closed doors. Children were ushered through tunnels beneath the stone floor, not knowing if their mothers would follow. We weren’t ready. But we’d never be. I didn’t build this war for readiness. I built it for reckoning. “Alpha,” Jared muttered as he strode in. “Six more bodies. All ours. They got to the armory. Poisoned the first water tank. Bastards were disguised in our own colors.” My knuckles cracked. “How many traitors?” “Too many to count. But most of them are dead now. Damon’s men caught three trying to scale the keep.” “And?” He didn’t answer. Good. Because if they weren’t skinned, I’d be doing it myself. I moved back to the stone balcony that overlooked the courtyard. Blood had already sta






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