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Lyra Six Months LaterSelene gave birth to an awesome baby boy. Aaron Nathaniel Weston.A strong little fucker, let me tell you that. Practically born glowing. And yes, Selene wanted the entire family in the room for the grand event, so I got front-row seats to trauma. The wailing, the magic, the tears, the screaming. I may never emotionally recover.Aaron came out fists swinging and eyes blazing. He’s got the same dark aura as his mother. He’s definitely another banshee, but with Nate as his father? Who the fuck knows what kind of terrifying hybrid that kid’s going to grow into. The creepy energy around him crackles sometimes. Honestly? I kinda love the little demon.Meanwhile, Alex and Nova had a little girl.Thank the goddess she only wanted Alex and the doctor in the room for it. Nova gave birth like she does everything else — controlled, powerful, low-key.Little Charlotte. Who is absolutely going to end up being called Charlie.That kid is perfect. Creamy skin, brown curls al
Sight and Sorcery Nova The Alpha home’s courtyard is transformed. The marble walls of the estate glow with fairy lights, suspended in the air like stars. Music pulses from the grand hall. Gold and green banners twist together in massive hanging displays, now carrying the Arcane Oracle sigil. And it looks incredible. I stop for a moment, drawn in. The sigil is like nothing I’ve ever seen. It’s an impossible blend of two legacies that were never meant to coexist. At the centre, a glowing blue eye stares out from a web of radiant lines and sharp geometry, like it’s watching me... no, judging me. That’s the Oracle half—the magic of prophecy and truth. But it’s wrapped in the Arcane. The sharp star sigil we’ve always known is there. It is eight-pointed and etched with runes so old even our oldest witches whisper when they speak their names. Symbols coil outward in a perfect circle, with moons, pentagrams, and green-rooted glyphs, bound together by swirls of magic carved like vines
The OathNovaLyra is tense.And it’s slightly terrifying.I have no idea what could possibly rattle the girl who fought Wendigos in human form. With a dagger. In heels. But here we are.I can hear it, not just in the hitch of her breath or the too-fast rhythm of her pulse, but in the way she applies her eyeliner. Controlled. Almost… too controlled.She acts unfazed, of course. Her brows are arched, she keeps her lips pursed, and she’s now humming softly as she blends her highlighter like it’s the most important task in the world. But something is up.And as much as I am dying to know what, I know she won’t tell me. Not tonight. Not with all these eyes about to be on us.Tonight is the official Co-Alpha Initiation ceremony. Something we probably should have done weeks ago. But we weren’t ready.Not after the blood.Not after the funeral pyres.Not while half our people were still sleeping on borrowed pillows and grieving their dead.But now…Alex has marked me.The bond is sealed.The
LyraI'm wandering through the fucking hallways… again.Something I've been doing way too often since the battle. What the fuck is wrong with me? Everything inside me is screaming to run into the forest and take down an animal, anything, as long as I can tear something apart. Rip it to shreds.Shit, I need to get this under control. I am not some feral, disgusting woodland creature that needs to hunt. Besides, doing that would only ruin my nails, and I just got them done two days ago. Although I did go for red... perhaps you wouldn't even see the blood. Before I go too far down that train of thought I hear movement in the hallways downstairs. Obviously warrior Leon, I could recognise that icky sweaty scent of his anywhere.From what I can tell, Beta Talia is also there. The faint scent of lavender gives that away. But there is someone else. And they smell fucking mouthwatering. Like fine aged wine. Better than wine. I could lick up every drop of whoever that is, man or woman.
Nova He never told me.He never told me it would be this intense… this all-consuming.Feeling his emotions, his pleasure, his grief, his everything. It’s overwhelming, like drowning in the deepest part of the ocean, except instead of water, it’s him surrounding me. I love it.And the thoughts…I found that door. The one in my mind that once kept us separate, allowing me privacy, allowing us to filter what we shared through the bond. But when he marked me, it was like that door was ripped off its hinges.His mind crashed into mine like a tidal wave, and suddenly, every stray thought, every flicker of emotion—it is all there.Including the mental link that came through just now.The message wasn’t meant for me, yet I heard it as clearly as if I’d received it myself."Alpha Alexander, there is someone at the border asking for entrance."The request wasn’t alarming at first. But then I felt Alex’s reaction. His sharp, jarring emotions rush through me like wildfire.Disbelief. Uncertainty
NovaAlex’s hands roam my body with a newfound intensity, fingers gripping, pulling, claiming. I gasp, my nails dig into his back, desperate to pull him closer.He strips out of the rest of his clothes in seconds. My thighs fall open instinctively, and he settles between them, his hand guiding himself to my entrance, teasing me with the head of his cock.He drags it through my slick folds, slow, deliberate, groaning at the feel of me. I writhe beneath him, trying to push down, to take him in, but he holds me still. “Patience, love.”He presses in, just the tip at first, stretching me inch by agonizing inch. His jaw clenches, muscles trembling with the effort to stay slow.“Fuck, Nova…” he groans, burying his face in my neck. I cling to him, legs wrapping around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back, urging him deeper.He obliges.One powerful thrust, and he’s fully inside me.We stay like that for a heartbeat—still, connected, overwhelmed—until I shift beneath him, nee