Lyria Voss was born into a legacy of betrayal. Her parents were falsely accused of treason and executed, leaving her to be sold into slavery to the ruthless Ironclaw Pack. She learned to survive by hardening her heart, vowing never to trust an Alpha—but fate bound her to Kael Raventhorn, a ruthless alpha king, feared and respected in equal measure. When kael discovers Lyria is his mate, he refuses to accept the bond, unwilling to be shackled to an Omega with a past that could threaten his reign. But destiny is relentless. As long-buried secrets resurface and an ancient bloodline emerges from the shadows, Lyria and Kael find themselves at the heart of a war that could reshape the werewolf world. With enemies lurking in the shadows, betrayals cutting deeper than fangs, and a love that defies destiny, Kael and Lyria must decide whether to fight for each other or become the very weapons that destroy everything. In a world where power is everything, can love rewrite fate?
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My breaths came in ragged gasps as I tried to keep my head above the surface of the deep, cold, and relentless river. I forgot how to catch my own breath the moment I watched my mum’s body gradually sink deeper. Desperation coursed through my entire existence as I struggled against the current. “Hold on, Mom, please!” I cried, reaching for her. After what felt like a lifetime, I was happy that I had almost gotten to her. Albeit unsettling that her head was now dangerously below the water and she wouldn't last long there, her struggling hands above it still offered me a glimmer of hope. In no time, I covered the little gap left between us, only for me to try and connect my hand with hers, and then—my fingers brushed nothing but air. To my utter bewilderment, she didn’t even drown. She just vanished. My loud scream was met with derisive laughter as I jerked back to life. To reality. I wasn’t dreaming anymore, yet water dripped down my face in a slow, steady trickle. My mat was soaked, and my saturated clothes clung to my skin. Then I looked up to see three women—three elders’ wives hovering above me. And I realized that I had just awoken from one nightmare, only for another to affront me. In a pack where I was generally treated like shit, these women were a pain in my delicate ass. It was still very early in the morning, but they seemed to be catching the fun of their lives, all laughing like the jobless women they were as one of them carried a bucket of water in her hand and another held a cup. “Finally awake, are we?” the chief elder's wife who is their leader sneered, tilting the tin cup for another pour. The second woman holding the cup scoffed. “Sleeping like a spoiled pup while work awaits. I can't even believe she's having another nightmare again.” “Of course, she would keep having nightmares,” the third woman added, crossing her arms around her bosom, grimacing. “A useless Omega like her wouldn’t be able to afford the luxury of a good sleep.” I swallowed hard, gripping the damp fabric of my dress as the third woman's mockery elicited another round of laughter from the three of them. I just stared at them in silence as their laughter danced across the storeroom, hitting the wall and bouncing back to affront me. In a bid to suppress my anger, I closed my eyes and tried to take a deep breath. Not that my anger would have any impact on them. It would only incur more punishment on me. Over the years, I had endured and gotten used to different levels of punishment. My wolf was so weak and quiescent. I had always been the one defending us, retaliating, and bearing the brunt. But I was starting to get worn out from the routine, and I was trying to avoid drama. That was the only reason why I wasn’t shouting back at them for this current maltreatment. For a moment, I thought my inhalation technique was working, and I was doing better at suppressing my anger before them—until the second woman’s bitter voice hit my ears again. “Close your eyes from now till eternity. It won’t change the fact that you’re just a weak omega.” I bit my lower lip to see if that would help me suppress my anger since the inhalation method had failed me, and then the third woman added, “A traitor's child at that.” Those words had my eyes snapping open instantly as I stared at the three of them one after the other, fuming, before I fixed my gaze back on the woman who had just spoken. “Don’t!” I only said, trying so much not to explode. For a moment, I thought that warning would be enough. But obviously, the woman knew no threshold. Her overfamiliarity with my weakness had eaten too deep into her for her to stop. “Don’t what?” she demanded with a smirk. “Your parents were nothing but traitors.” And that did it. That was the last straw that set me off. I didn’t register when I rose from the drenched mat. The next thing I knew, my hands were wrapped around her head in a chokehold. “I would take anything, but don’t you ever speak I'll of my parents.” As if in a daze, her two other companions didn’t say a word after chorusing a gasp. They were stunned into silence. At their friend’s throaty cry for help, they finally snapped out of their daze. It was then that I was pushed away from her and subdued. Before they could retaliate, the Chief Elder’s voice boomed—the husband of the one I had just attacked. “What’s going on here?” The elder's eyes narrowed at first when his wife, the affronted woman, started narrating what had happened to him. But those narrowed eyes started growing bigger and bigger with every lie and exaggeration she put in her words. The moment she lied that I slapped her and also attempted to pour water on her face, I thought his eyes would pop out of their sockets with how dilated they seemed. I didn’t even bother defending myself because he would never support me over anything or anyone, let alone over his wife. The moment he seized me and tried to drag me away for punishment, I made sure not to allow her lies to go to total waste. I wriggled out of his hold, and in one swift movement that they would have never seen coming even in a thousand years, I grabbed the bucket and emptied the remaining water onto their faces before my wrist was shackled again by the enormous hand of the elder. As I was dragged away for punishment, I couldn't help but smirk when I shoulder-checked them to see them drenched. Their look of discomfiture enraptured me, and their profanities were like music to my ears. As my penance, I spent the next hours doing more strenuous work than usual around the large compound designated for all the elders of the pack. The scent of wet earth and pine clung to the morning air as I scrubbed the wooden floor of the pack’s main hall, my knuckles raw from hours of work. The icy water in the bucket stung my fingers, but I couldn’t dare pause when the elders around were watching. They conferred about the Blood Moon Festival happening on the morrow and how they would compose themselves before the Alpha King, who would be attending for the first time in several years. Everyone spoke so high and mighty of this Alpha King, but that's none of my business, so I paid the elders no attention—until one of them suddenly paused and shouted at me. “Faster! More work awaits, you lazy thing.” Lazy. That was their favorite word for me. It didn’t matter that I worked from dawn till midnight, fetching, cleaning, cooking—whatever task they deemed beneath them. To them, I would always be nothing more than the orphaned slave girl they bought at a bargain. I stubbornly maintained my pace while I continued scrubbing the floor, a silent dare for him to do his worst, but he just ignored me and continued his discussion. I swallowed hard and forced myself upright when I was done scrubbing, my limbs aching from exhaustion. Twelve years had passed since I was dragged to the Ironclaw Pack, shackled and starving. Twelve years of servitude, of swallowing every insult, of knowing that no matter how hard I worked, to them, I would never be more than the omega whose parents were traitors. I should be numb by now. But the nightmares didn’t let me forget. They came occasionally, sometimes taking different forms, just like how it took the form of my mum drowning today. But all my nightmares often repeated the same themes: My mother’s voice, whispering my name. The metallic scent of blood. My father’s roar of agony before silence swallowed him whole. I hated Alphas with passion, to say nothing of the Alpha King, who was the Alpha of this pack and also the King of all werewolves. He was an unknown enemy. And I liked that, all these years, I’d never had a reason to cross paths with him. I wanted nothing more than for it to continue that way. “Hey!” I suddenly heard a voice boom from one of the elders behind me as I carried on with my task nonchalantly. But I focused on what I was doing even more, refusing to spare them a glance—until the elder unknowingly corrected himself. “Lyria, I'm talking to you. Are you deaf?” he thundered. Only then did I twirl slightly toward his direction, making an effort to hide the smirk playing at the corner of my lips. But it turned out my smirk was a snitch. “What is so amusing?” he asked. “Anyways, listen, and listen well. You’re cleaning the feet of the Alpha King tomorrow to welcome him to his seat.” My smirk vanished immediately. And his came alive.Lyria's POVIt was well into the night by the time Kael returned, but everyone had stayed awake all along. Even before his return, right from the time Magnus was killed and defeated, and everyone got to know, the whole palace had become a beehive of activity. While some got busy taking away Ivy's body which Magnus used, some took care of the mess that had been created in my room, while the rest even came up with a little plan, deciding that if the king did not return soon, they would go all out into the night to look for their king. Thank goddess Kael came back just when they were planning it. Now, Kael stood before a crowded hall, his hands intertwined in mine while we had Mira and Hood flanking us as Kael prepared to address everyone who had been jubilating for the final victory that came from Kael and I. Soon, one of them shouted, Long live the King! Long live the Queen! Another followed, and another, till I lost count, till everyone of them started chanting it. I couldn't he
Lyria's POVThe metallic tang of blood still hung in the air, staining the wooden floor and seeping into my senses even though I had already left the room. I stood just outside the threshold, trembling slightly, not from fear, but from the aftermath of what had just unfolded.Hood stood by me, his broad frame solid and unmoving, acting as a silent shield. Mira soon joined us, her face pale and her eyes reflecting the swirl of shock still settling inside her. Behind us, the hallway was chaotic. Warriors murmured to one another, confused but ready for action, and palace workers stood stiffly, waiting for instruction. The eerie silence that followed the confrontation had now morphed into hushed chaos.Hood finally raised his voice, commanding with the same strength he had used when leading warriors in battle. “Drag her out,” he said flatly, motioning to the twisted, bloodied body that had once resembled Ivy. “That’s not her anymore. That was Magnus.”The warriors hesitated for a beat, a
Lyria's POVThe letter shook in my trembling hands, its corners crumpled from how tightly I gripped it. I had found it under the pillow, as though Kael couldn’t bear to place it anywhere else, as though hiding it there would soften the blow. But it didn’t. It shattered something deep inside me.He was gone.He left without taking a single warrior, without so much as a whisper in my direction—no warning, no goodbye. Only a letter. One that didn’t even say where he was going. It only spoke about how he didn’t want me to get hurt. As though I would be fine watching him walk straight into danger alone. As though my heart wouldn't tear apart with worry.He must be far away now. Far enough that the bond between us had dulled to a fragile echo, a dim hum instead of the steady, grounding presence I was used to. That bond was my compass, my anchor—and now, with it so faint, I felt like I was drifting.And how do I tell him?How do I tell him that I’m pregnant? That there’s a tiny, flickering l
Kael's POV The journey to the seer felt like walking through a tunnel with no end, the terrain familiar and yet stretched endlessly under the weight of my thoughts. I knew I didn’t have the luxury of time, but each step closer to the seer’s dwelling made me feel heavier. Like the very act of seeking answers was slowly anchoring me in a truth I might not be ready to face.When I finally reached the seer’s small hut nestled between withered oaks and whispering moss, I didn’t bother knocking. She was already outside, sitting cross-legged before her fire, her eyes half-lidded as if she'd been waiting for me since the beginning of time."You wish to chase a shadow that refuses to die," she said, before I could utter a word. Her voice was raspy, like dry leaves dragged across stone.I froze. I shouldn't have been surprised. She always knew. "Then you already know why I’m here."She nodded once, the motion slow and eerie. "The man you seek now wears two skins."My brows creased. "What does
Kael's POVThe dull light of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room. But I didn’t move. I couldn’t. I lay there, glued to the edge of the bed, my back turned to Lyria. My body still ached, not just from the war, not just from the fight, but from something heavier. It was fear. The fear of uncertainties. Fear that the danger that still lingered out there, if left uncurbed, will come back in a more deadly wave The sex Lyria and I had last night felt great—intense and raw, and for a moment, it had numbed everything. Her touch had silenced the voices. Her breath on my skin had reminded me I was still hunan—still hers. But come morning, the weight returned with cruel clarity.Magnus wasn’t dead.He’d vanished. Again. Like a cursed shadow slithering into the cracks of the world, waiting to reform. I could feel it in my bones, in the dread pooling in my chest. This wasn’t over. It was just delayed. And I couldn’t stomach the thought of him coming back—to hu
Lyria's POV I woke up the next morning wrapped in a cocoon of warmth and soft sheets, Kael’s arm draped protectively around my waist, his breathing steady behind me. The first rays of sunlight streamed through the slightly drawn curtains, casting golden streaks across the room, bathing everything in a tender glow.For a fleeting moment, the chaos of the war, the bloodshed, and the pain from the night before slipped from my mind. All I could think of—feel, even—was the raw intensity and depth of what had transpired between Kael and me last night.My body still tingled with the memory of his hands on my skin, the hunger in his kiss, the fire in his eyes. The way we came together like two halves of the same soul desperately finding home in one another after being torn apart.I smiled to myself, a slow, dreamy kind of smile. My fingers traced over the crook of my neck where Kael had marked me—his mark. It pulsed faintly now with a warmth I couldn’t explain, like a star lodged under my sk
Kael's POV The moment we got into the room now after leaving the palace, Lyria slumped unto the bed tiredly and I sat next to her. “You were incredible back there,” I murmured, still trying to believe everything I’d seen with my own eyes. “They were dead, Lyria. Some of them were gone. But you brought them back.”She gave me a small, humble smile. “I didn’t bring them back, Kael. The moon goddess did. I was just a vessel.”“But without you, they would have stayed gone,” I insisted.Lyria didn’t argue—she never took credit—but she also didn’t deny the truth. Instead, she stared at the floor for a moment, her fingers tightening around mine.Then, after a few paces of silence, she spoke. “I’ve been thinking about Hood…” her voice was low, laced with sorrow. “If he had known that Ivy would still come back to life—even if just unconscious—I think he might have held on. Might not have run into the remnants of Magnus’ magic.”I looked at her. Her expression was steady, but grief shimmered j
Kael's POV I watched with swelling pride as the warriors—those who had once laid still in pain or death—staggered forward, their expressions a mix of awe, gratitude, and disbelief. Some had risen from death itself, their eyes wide and trembling with the weight of life returning to their bodies. Others who had been too injured to move now stood tall and whole, like they'd never tasted the edge of death.And they all came to Lyria.One by one, they approached her—some kneeling, others bowing their heads, a few clutching their chests in reverence—as they thanked her over and over. Their words were thick with emotion. But Lyria only offered them a warm, gentle smile and said, “Thank the Moon Goddess. She chose you to stay.”The humility in her voice stunned me. Power like that could easily corrupt someone, yet she wore it like a gentle blessing. Not a crown.Lyria and I continued walking together, hand in hand. Mira had summoned a few of her assistants, and I glanced back to see them ge
Lyria's POVThe moment Kael’s eyes fluttered open, I forgot how to breathe.For a second, I thought I had imagined it. But then his lashes trembled again, slow and uncertain like a dream rousing itself to life. I gasped, my hands flying to my mouth as his chest rose with a deep inhale, and color returned to his face like dawn breaking through a long night. The gaping wound that had spilled his life onto the earth was gone. Not a trace left. Not even a scar. The ground where he lay was wet with blood, but his skin now bore no sign that he had ever been touched by death.My heart exploded.“Kael,” I whispered, the name catching in my throat like a prayer half-formed.His eyes opened. Fully this time. Slowly. Those familiar, warm eyes that I thought I’d never see again blinked up at the sky before they turned toward me. For a beat, he just stared—confused, dazed, like someone waking from a deep slumber. Then his brows furrowed and his lips parted slightly.“Lyria?”A sob tore out of me
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