LOGINLYRASelene sighs like it should be obvious. “Because the relic wasn’t meant for the Shield.” She points at him. "You are already everything Diana needed you to become," Selene states.A slow smile tugs at my lips."So..."I glance sideways."Congratulations."Zane raises an eyebrow."On what?""Apparently you've peaked."His deadpan stare lasts all of two seconds before one corner of his mouth twitches."Careful, love.""Oh, don't blame me."I point across the table."She's the one who said you've reached your full potential."Selene chuckles."I did."Then she turns toward me.“Anyway, the witches obeyed Diana’s order and found a powerful Alpha.” Selene smirks. “They gathered and weaved one of the greatest spells ever attempted.”Her voice grows quieter."Some of those witches knew they couldn’t survive it. So they willingly sacrificed themselves for the cause.”I stare at her."They... died?"Selene nods."But rather than allowing their souls' magic to return naturally to the ear
LYRAThe dining room is strangely... normal. Which feels utterly ridiculous considering I know what Selene wants to discuss. The long oak table is overflowing with steaming bowls of food, enough to feed an entire army, even though it’s just the four of us here. There are even candles lit, because apparently you require ambience to talk about gods, magical relics, and the possibility that I'm some weird weapon.Aaron sits happily in his little wooden highchair beside Selene, kicking his feet while she feeds him spoonful after spoonful of mashed potatoes and vegetables. Every few bites he decides he'd rather do it himself. Snatching the spoon with all the determination of a tiny Alpha, he immediately flings mashed potato across his own face.Selene barely reacts anymore. She just wipes his cheek with a cloth before loading another spoon.Zane sits beside me with his arms folded so tightly I wouldn't be surprised if he cuts off his own circulation. I stab a piece of chicken with my
LYRAMy legs are broken. My limbs have melted, and my brain is still somewhere between bliss and complete malfunction.Zane lies beside me on the floor of my bedroom, his chest slick with sweat from our previous rounds. His black hair is damp, sticking to his forehead, and his breathing is steady but heavy. I have never seen anything sexier. We’d spent hours tangled together, and this man has given me more orgasms than I can count.Goddess, if heaven isn't exactly like this—with slightly less muscle soreness—I want a refund.My neck is still markless… well, mate-markless at least. I don’t even know how many other marks he’s left on my skin. And with my lycan abilities, it’s like he had a fresh canvas every few minutes. Which he thoroughly enjoyed. Meanwhile I cursed the healing. I would have loved a physical reminder.Zane rolls on his side, propping up on one elbow to look down at me. A mischievous glint sparkles in his eyes.“Again baby?”“Fuck no.” He laughs—loudly. A carefree
ZANE I don’t stop moving my fingers, working her through her orgasm, as I make my way back up her body—claiming her skin one bruise at a time. Her nails dig into my shoulders, hard enough to draw blood, but the pain only serves to heighten my own pleasure. My cock twitches in my pants, as she comes down from her high, her body still trembling. Her cheeks are flushed, hair wild, trying to catch her breath through the aftershocks. Bringing Lyra pleasure is the most satisfying thing I have ever done. Watching her fall apart—for me—gods, I swear there is nothing better. My girl whimpers for me as I nip over her neck, and bite down hard on her jaw. The sound she makes when I soothe the sting with my tongue should be illegal. She’s still moaning for me, but I swallow the sound as I settle between her legs. My hands are rough when I grip her hips. Ly arches her back, pressing our chests together. The slow kisses turn needy when I remove my jeans and boxers. “You rea
ZANE The lock barely clicks into place before I spin Lyra around and press her against the door—caging her in with my body. We are so close I can feel the heat radiating off her skin. Her pulse pounds against her neck, her breath hitching in a way that has my cock straining against my zipper. Fuck, this woman will be my undoing. Placing my thumb on that spot below her jaw, I tilt her head up slowly. Mesmerising blue eyes meet mine for less than a second before they land on my lips—and I am gone. I capture her lips in a bruising kiss, and Lyra kisses me with more passion that I thought was possible. She makes a helpless sound against my mouth, sending heat shooting straight up my spine. Her fingers fly to my hair, nails scraping against my scalp in that way that drives me fucking mad. Ly grinds her hips against mine, seeking friction. She is so beautifully desperate. So beautifully mine. I savour the feel of her full lips pressing against mine. My hands explore her soft ski
LYRAHoly fuckity fuck fuck.This can’t be happening. It has to be a messed up dream the witch bitch planted. I shift my nail into a claw, and dig it into my now healed palm. Immediately, I feel the sharp sting.That's... at least three signs to prove this isn’t a dream.Aurora is really gone. I close my eyes, and take a moment to just appreciate the blissful silence. There is no laughing, and no commands echoing through my head. I hadn't even realised how exhausted I was until the voices stopped.I just wish I could see the look on her face right now. It must be glorious.I open my eyes just in time to see Zane removing the stone from around his neck. He gently nudges me to turn around, and brings it over my head, knotting the chunky chain behind my neck. “We are certainly getting you a new chain,” Zane whispers, but every thought about fashion and practicality flies from my mind the moment it touches my skin.That prickling sensation moves throughout my entire body, like a zap o
LYRA For some reason, I’m woken up at three-fucking-thirty the next morning. Way too early for my run at five with the other cadets. And no matter how apologetic Clara looks, it doesn’t help my annoyance the least bit. Because her only explanation? “The Alpha insisted.” And of course, when he sp
LYRA Of course, the Eclipse Alpha would have his own training hall. Of course, the Wynters wouldn’t mix their training with the rest of the pack. It explains a lot, actually. Why I’ve never seen Zane train with the warriors. Or Ellie, for that matter. But I suppose spectacularly fucking up in th
ZANE The following morning finds me seated behind my desk at pack headquarters, my office bathed in pale morning light, a neat stack of reports laid out before me. I should be focused. I am focused—at least, that’s what I tell myself.The pack is thriving. Better than thriving.Our ventures in the
LYRAI’m fucking up today… A lot.Even more than usual.Maybe it’s the dream that threw me?Maybe it’s that even Nessa, the one cadet I actually formed a bond with, is icing me out. The fact that everyone did the obstacle course in pairs, and Nessa decided to rather be a third fucking wheel than sp







