LOGINLYRA He knows now. I spilled it all like I’m in a therapy session and he’s my counsellor. Except he’s not. I was just his little monster-obsessed side quest. And I’m a moron for telling him anything. Because he doesn’t care, he was just curious. And now that he knows, he’ll go back to his bloodsucking parasite, Maria. Except… he doesn’t. He's still seated beside me, like I didn’t REPEATEDLY tell him to fuck off. The fucker actually makes himself comfortable, leaning back on his hands now, legs stretched in front of him like we’re sunbathing. I shoot him a look that I’m sure could curdle holy water. Nothing. He just keeps staring at me like I’m a puzzle he’s still trying to solve. ‘There’s nothing more to know, you dense bastard. So what more do you want from me?’ I want to shout, but decide to just ignore him. When I move to get up, his hand immediately shoots out and he catches my arm. He says only one word. “Stay.” I freeze, a growl vibrating in my chest.
ZANE I race through the woods, my wolf following her fresh scent. It’s darker out here. The trees are thicker, denser, and there is an almost unnatural chill curling through the air. Moonlight slants down through the branches in fractured beams, like blades trying to cut through the tension clamping down on my chest. My wolf snarls. Not to dominate. Not to punish. Just to find her. To get to her before she slips so far into her panic that she never comes back. How far have we gone? We’re nowhere near the Eclipse Pack anymore, we’re in Moonridge territory now. Is Lyra planning on running all the way back to her home? Does she even know where she’s going or has her lycan taken over? My paws slam into the dirt when her scent grows stronger. My mind is a mess of questions. When I find her, will her lycan recognise me? Will she see me as a threat? Will she try to fight me? How can I possibly subdue her? I can’t. It is as simple as that. Unless, she has shifted back? I’ve sparred
ZANE There’s no denying it anymore. Not after watching her heart nearly stop. Not after holding her cold, limp body in my arms. Not after seeing her bleed out and still wanting nothing more than to breathe her name into the dark until she came back to me. The idea of living in a world where Lyra Weston no longer existed, it was soul-crushing. Like staring into a future that had already been torn in half. At that moment, the reality I have been hiding from hit me like a slap in the face. I need her. This isn’t fascination. It is not lust. Not power, or danger, or curiosity. It is her. Everything about her. The way she laughs like the whole world is beneath her but still carries every broken piece inside her like armour. Her fighting spirit. Her voice. Her perfect, smug, sass-soaked ass, and her dirty mouth. And I know what she is now. A Lycan. Good gods. A creature whispered about in ancient scrolls as the alphas that stood above all others. They are feared. Revered. Man
ZANEOn my way to the hospital, I am already mentally linking the doctors and nurses to prepare.The harsh white lights are blinding as I crash through the doors. The air reeks of antiseptic, sharp enough to sting the back of my throat. Doctor Bennett is already waiting beside a gurney in the reception area as I enter, but as soon as he sees Lyra in my arms, he pales.“She’s been stabbed with silver. It’s in her heart.” I tell him. His nose twitches, clearly also smelling the strong scent of wolfsbane coming from the dagger.Doctor Bennett snaps into motion, gesturing for me to put Lyra on the gurney, but I shake my head. Undisturbed, he leads me to the first room on our left. A sterile white room with a single bed in the centre. The moment I set Lyra on the bed, a nurse begins connecting different machines to her, and the doctor inspects the wound. But he looks grim. “If we remove the dagger, she’ll bleed out before her body can heal. The location…” His voice trails off.I growl l
ZANEI do not see Lyra for the rest of the day. Somehow, I manage to keep my distance, even as everything in me screams to run to her. To find her and beg for forgiveness. I hate that I pushed her away. I hate every lie I told her. And I hate myself… for being such a bloody coward. Yesterday, logic told me to push her away. To put distance between us before she got too close to the monster I might become. If I don’t find the weapon… if I lose myself… she would be the one to suffer for it. She would never be able to defend herself against me. So I did what needed to be done. At the gathering, I drove the wedge between us. Cold and deliberate. Exactly as planned.But this morning wasn’t strategy. This morning was weakness.What happened last night still burned under my skin, and instead of mastering it, I let it master me. I pushed her harder than I needed to. Crueler than I intended. I wanted her to feel the same sting she gave me.Spite is an ugly thing. And I wore it well. For a m
LYRAMy bones ache with the first tremble of the transformation. I feel it creeping up my spine like a cold, merciless flood, moving through all my limbs. No, no. Not here. Not where they can see me. I shove open the doors to the house. The sunlight hits me like a slap as I stagger toward the forest. It calls to me, wild, and freeing, and I stumble towards it. Desperately trying to hold off the transformation as well as I can. Just get behind the trees, Ly. Just get out of sight.But as I reach the treeline, I stop. Why the hell are there so many patrols today? Why the fuck are there so many wolves out here? Did Zane double the patrols or something? Fuck. There are too many people. Too many eyes. Too many questions if I’m seen. And the moment I shift, they'll know. That’s all that goes through my mind as I slowly make make my way back to the house. Every step is heavier than the last, like I’m walking in wet cement. By the time I reach the front steps of the Alpha’s house,
LYRAMy pulse trips as I just stare at him.He’s standing there in nothing but his workout pants, his eyes fixed on me, and a small, dangerous grin tugging at his lips.Holy fuck.He wants to hunt me…I know I should move. Say something. Anything. My mouth opens, but no words come out. All I can d
LYRA I'm lifted again, and before I fully understand what’s happening, I find myself bent over the counter. The cold tiles a fresh feeling against my hot skin. I look up into the mirror, watching as Zane pulls down his pants and… Holy fuck. His monster of a dick has a drop of delicious l
ZANE I head straight for my home, fully prepared to do whatever it takes to get Lyra out of my mind. Because the second those words left her mouth, ‘fuck me’, I nearly broke. Her breathless voice still echoes in my head. So sultry. So bloody bold. I could’ve taken her right there in the dirt. I
LYRA The growl that leaves him is low and sexy. Then his mouth is on mine again. Zane’s hands are everywhere. It's not gentle, it's not sweet, it's hard. Punishing. Intoxicating. The kiss, the movement of his hands, his body against mine, it’s almost dizzying. My nails dig into his shoulders a







