LOGINLyria 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?
View MoreLyria's POV Maybe it was the labor pains that jolted me awake again—or the frantic way Kael and Mira were shouting my name. I didn’t even know which it was. I blinked, dazed and gasping, my vision spinning as I tried to claw my way back to reality. My breath hitched, the air felt thick, and every inch of my body screamed in pain.Gods, how long had I tapped out? Seconds? Minutes? But when my eyes finally cleared, when I saw Kael’s face hovering above me—his eyes wide and glassy, his lips trembling with relief—I knew one thing for certain.I was alive. And so was he.We were fucking alive!The searing memory of the battle came crashing back in fragments—the evil sorcerer, the blinding flashes of magic, the screams, the blood. And then… nothing. Until now.I let out a breathless sob, clutching at Kael’s hand, feeling Mira’s hands already working around me.“It’s over?” I gasped out hoarsely, barely able to form the words.Kael nodded fiercely, brushing my hair back from my sweaty face
Kael's POVA bloodcurdling scream tore from my throat as I watched Hood stumble back, clutching his side where the Chief Elder’s blade had sunk deep. Time seemed to freeze for a split second—just long enough for the horror to sear into my chest like molten iron.“No! Hood!” I roared, my voice shattering through the chaos.But my feet wouldn’t move. My heart was in a chokehold because right behind me, Lyria was still writhing in agony, her face slick with sweat, her hands gripping her swollen belly. Each cry of hers was a dagger through me, but even through her unbearable pain, her eyes darted wildly, still scanning, still searching—desperate to sense the relic we’d risked everything to find.I clenched my fists, torn between rushing to Hood and staying by her side. My instincts screamed at me to protect them both, but I was only one man—and this bastard, this traitorous bastard, had just turned everything into a nightmare.Even the warriors weren't able to catch him as he kept appeari
Kael's POVThe journey had been hellish, but as the jagged edges of the forgotten ruins finally came into view, I felt a strange mix of relief and dread settle over me. The weathered stones loomed like silent sentinels, casting eerie shadows as the dying light of the sun bled across the sky. My hands tightened around Lyria’s waist instinctively, feeling the slight tremors of her body as she writhed and moaned in pain. Her head lolled back against my shoulder, sweat plastering strands of her dark hair to her temple. Her cries had softened but carried a rawness that sliced right through me every time they rose from her throat.“We’re here,” I whispered, voice tight, as I gently slowed the horse to a stop.Hood and Mira were already scanning the area, their eyes sharp and on edge. The warriors flanked us, visibly relieved but still wearing that gnawing confusion they hadn’t shaken off since we left. And the elders—especially the chief elder—stood stiff, eyes darting around the ruins lik
Kael's POVThe evening air was heavy, almost suffocating as we set out, and though the evening light still painted a clear path ahead, everything felt shrouded in tension. I glanced behind me, my eyes scanning the silent line of warriors trailing along, their steps steady but uncertain. The chief elder walked at the head of the group, flanked by two more elders, all of them wearing the same expression—a mix of confusion and suspicion that they hadn’t bothered to hide since we left the palace grounds.I could feel their eyes on me, burning questions they dared not ask out loud.Not one of them knew where we were going, or why I’d summoned them in such a strange manner. I hadn’t offered even the smallest detail—just a cold command to prepare and follow. And yet, as puzzled as they were, nothing confused them more than seeing her.Their queen.Lyria.In labor.Even now, as I gripped the reins and guided the horse through the winding, shadow-draped path, I could feel their eyes flicking












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