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 POVMy 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
Lyria's POV The first hint of dawn touched the sky, spurring the still village into motion once again. The large Elder's compound was bustling than usual as pups ran around, their eyes alight with laughter and adventure. None of them cared a hoot about how early it was to be running around. The only thing that mattered to them was that the long awaited Red Moon Festival was here and they couldn't contain their joy. While some adults were also gallivanting, some busied themselves with last-minute preparations for the festival tonight. But as always, I was the one doing the most. Everyone else was excited as though the moon goddess herself was descending tonight, but for me, I wasn't seeing the lure. I would just do what I have to do and leave.On my way to fetch a mop from the store, I caught snippets of two apparently unmated adult girls of my age discussing. “You must be joking to think you can outshine me,” one said to the other playfully. “ By the time I get dolled up, and t
Lyria's POVA strangled gasp tore from my lips as I scrambled to my feet and bolted.Branches slapped at my face, twigs snapped under my feet, but I didn’t dare stop.I had done what my instincts told me to do by running. But I hadn't gotten far when realization dawned on me that I could never outrun this beast. Not when I couldn't even shift. Not when my wolf is latent and weak. I was exhausted, and far too slow.Desperation clawed at my chest as I skulked my way into a thick bush, crouching as low as possible to avoid being detected.The lion skidded to a stop just a few feet away, scanning the area with narrowed eyes, looking confused. The confusion was replaced by anger as it let out a powerful roar.Powerful enough to make me cower even more with my heart racing to an alarming rate, but not powerful enough to make me stupidly come out of hiding, throw my hands in the air and offer myself as a living sacrifice. It couldn’t see me. But I could see it through the tiny space the
Kael's POVWhen I told Garrik I suspected that something or someone was in the foliage, Garrik didn't waste time aiming his bow, his muscles taut, ready to release the arrow into whatever—or whoever—was lurking there. “Just leave it to me your majesty,“ he said to me. I couldn't have chosen a better head enforcer. Apart from being my best warrior who trains the other warriors in the pack, he's also skillful with the bow and arrows. And most times, that's the advantage he has over my playful beta who can put up with him to some extent when he doesn't use his bow and arrow.Just as Garrik was about releasing the arrow, a voice suddenly cut through the moment like a razor, making us pause. “Alpha!”Talk of the devil. There was my Beta, Hood, striding towards us as I turned.He was wearing that ever-present smirk of his. As my personal assistant, Hood had an uncanny ability to show up at the most inconvenient moments."It’s time to start preparing for the Blood Moon Festival," he remin
Lyria's POV The music, the frenzied dance, the squeals of excitement, the lively chatters and every other activity going on at the festival became irrelevant to my senses as I knelt down beside the grand vacant chair of the king, awaiting his arrival.My head was bowed low and I had my eyes fixated to the ground, just as instructed. I had no liberty to partake in any of the activities or even look elsewhere but at the ground throughout, whereas everyone else were having the best moment of their lives. I could feel the eyes of some of the elders on me as if trying to make sure I did nothing else but what was required of me. “Hey Slave,” the chief elder called out to me. I like that I had been instructed not to raise my head up or look anywhere else but at the ground unless told otherwise. That aided my pretense not to know I was the one he was referring to. From the corner of my eyes, I saw him marching down toward me, displeased with how I made him speak to the wind. Having endu
Kael's POV The walk back to my office felt longer than usual as my patience stretched thin. Hood followed beside me in silence, which was rare enough to unsettle me further. He was never this quiet unless something serious was brewing.But I didn’t need silence. I needed answers.From the moment Hood stormed into my chambers to tell me the omega girl was still alive, disbelief had wrapped itself around my mind like a vice. I had rejected her. She should be dead.And yet, Hood had stood before me, his usual smirk absent, his voice clipped with urgency as he said—"She's alive."I had scoffed at him, dismissing it outright. An omega surviving rejection? Impossible.But Hood didn’t back down. "I wouldn’t joke about this, Kael."I narrowed my eyes on him. "Since when do you take anything seriously unless we're in battle?"Hood exhaled sharply, rubbing the back of his neck. "I know how it sounds. I thought the same damn thing when I saw her, but I swear on my life, she’s breathing."I sta
Lyria's POV Ever since the king’s announcement this morning, time ran so fast, like a fugitive who was just spotted and chased through the wilderness. Still, I couldn't help but envy it. I wished I could vanish the same way—slipping through the cracks of this temporary prison, away from the cruel fate that awaited me. But escape was impossible. The cell I was thrown into was heavily guarded, its iron bars a constant reminder of the death sentence disguised as a trial.The king’s declaration and the head enforcer's explanation of it did not stop flickering in my head all day. I had been sentenced to the Blood Trials. A fight for survival. A battle I was destined to lose. The truth had settled into my bones like poison, spreading through every inch of me, making me weak with dread.Worry skirted the edges of my mind throughout the day, wrapping itself around me like a noose, pulling tighter with each passing hour. It clouded my thoughts so much that I failed to realize night had al
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