LOGINLyra's POVThe silence of my room gnawed at me like a hungry wolf chipping on a dry bone. The four corners of the room were closing on me. I feel like I might soon be crushed by the walls. Days had passed since Alpha Cormac brought me here, promised me freedom to be whoever I want in this pack. Even though this room was luxurious, spacious, and far more comfortable than any place I’d stayed in Frostbite, it was still a cage. A gilded one that I have been put in. I hadn’t even seen Alpha Cormac since the day I was brought here to this room. No one has come here also besides Mia. She was the only contact I had in this pack. No going out to even stroll on the pack grounds, no glimpses of the other pack members, no sounds of warriors training or wolves running through the woods. Just isolation from everything that can keep my sanity in check.I sat cross-legged on the sofa beside my bed, flipping through another one of the books Mia brought me. I had read the novel twice. It was my favor
Lycan Logan's POV My fingers drummed rhythmically on the desk as I waited for Luca, my Beta and closest friend for the latest reports regarding Alpha Cormac especially. So far it had been a calm day and stress-free day but there was heat coursing through me that I find difficult to stop. No matter how much I tried not to think about it, eventually my thoughts found a way back to Lyra. For someone like me who has a highly detailed memory, I can't help but remember every curve, contour, every detail of her eyes, the shape of her lips and every feature that made her face uniquely hers.The look of eagerness in her eyes when I first arrived, the look of defiance on her face when she shot up and said no to her father about our arrangements, and the fear that glinted in eyes at the altar when she heard the word 'mark'.Everything about her left a long lasting impression on me. She looked naive…My thought was interrupted when the door swung open without a knock, typical Luca. He stepped i
Alpha Owen’s POV Back to Frostbite from the Stormbringer pack, the meeting I had with Logan replayed in my head, I was still burning within me, and the journey felt like forever. My mind raced, trying to find a way out of the impossible situation Logan had placed me in. He hinted about taking Kaida in place of Lyra, my only heir. There was no way I would hand her over, not to him. If I had a son, I might give in to his request, but I don't.All through the night, I turned in my bed. Logan’s words haunted my sleep, making it so hard to dare close my eyes. My alarm chimed. It was 5 am already, I got out of bed to do some necessary pack duties. I will be meeting the other Alpha's early. I'd called for an urgent meeting after getting back from the Stormbringer pack yesterday and also sent Ophelia a message that I would be in my private corners and I want no disturbance. I needed to think and clear the turmoil in my head. Once it was 7 a.m, Markus informed me that the Alphas were al
Alpha Owen’s POV The burden and anxiety I felt before getting here immediately increased as I entered Lycan King Logan’s meeting chamber. The packhouse was an apartment building, looking so modern, and one would think it was a hotel from the look outside. I was led to the door of a room where two guards stood on either side of the doors, their eyes cold and unyielding as they watched me. It was clear this was no warm reception. I swallowed my uneasiness, straightened my shoulders, and strode forward. I had faced many enemies in my lifetime, but Lycan King Logan was a different kind of beast. Ruthless, calculating, and terrifyingly powerful, he was not someone to cross lightly. Yet here I was, summoned like a criminal to answer for my so-called failures. The doors shut behind me with a resounding thud as I entered the room. King Logan was seated at the head of a long table, his piercing gaze locked on me the moment I walked in. His presence was suffocating, an aura of dominance s
Alpha Owen’s POV “Fuck this,” I cursed, running a hand through my hair then down my face.I was in this shit because of Lyra. She has caused me nothing but trouble and she couldn't even do just one thing right. What did I expect when her mother was wolfless as well. I was hoping my gene were going to overpower her mother’s gene but she's trash and unworthy of my bloodline.I had made a stupid mistake when I was younger of even thinking of fucking her mother. I have always blamed the mate bond for it. The tension in my office was thick as I paced back and forth, my mind racing with things I could have done differently and possibilities of what to expect at Stormbringer pack. Nothing good would come from this meeting. I knew it as surely as I knew my own name. Lycan King Logan had summoned me to his pack, and I had no choice but to obey. His summons weren’t invitations. They were commands, and refusing him wasn’t an option. Not if I wanted to keep my head attached to my shoulders. I
Lycan King Logan's POVSitting in the midst of the council of elders, I struggled to stifle a yawn. Bored out of my fucking mind but no choice than to hear them out as the meeting dragged on. As the Lycan King, I had no choice but to hear them out, respecting their position and tradition. Their position in the pack can't be abolished yet they all knew that my word was law. My decisions, though sometimes might be influenced by their counsel, were always final. They knew how strong headed, unyielding I could be. I nodded, acknowledging their contributions as they suddenly shifted the topic to what I wasn’t expecting. I straightened in my chair.There was a sudden tension in the council chamber that was intense. I was seated at the head of the long, polished table, my eyes scanning them before me. Their tones were cautious, but there was an undercurrent of defiance that I hadn’t heard from them in years. It was almost surprising.“Lycan King Logan,” one of the elders, Elder Gregor, bega
Lyra’s POVIt's been three fucking days.Three long, excruciating days. Three days of being locked up in this room. The soft light filtering through the window in the corner of the room gave me a sense of time, though it felt more like a curse than a blessing. Each hour that passed stretched int
Lyra’s POV “No,” I snapped.After I snapped at her, she disappeared to the back of my head and left me to my meal. Thinking that was all. Immediately I was done, I leaned back against the chair when I felt her stirring in my head again, but she said nothing. I sat in the chair idle and not knowin
Alpha Cormac’s POVSitting in my office, I leaned back in my chair, staring at the map on my desk with markings of our secret warehouses, a glass of whiskey swirling idly in my hand. My mind raced as I considered my options. The shipment had to be rerouted, and there was no room for mistakes this t
Alpha Cormac’s POV I swirled the whiskey in the cup gently. The whiskey has been the only thing relieving me of my worries for a while now. I felt a faint hint of relief settle in my chest. The shipment had been successfully delivered to Alpha Thane’s warehouse two days ago, and the buyer had to b







