LOGINLyra's POV
I stood by the door, his phone in my hands and I became lost in thoughts of the vile things I could do to him.
"You cannot allow him go free" My wolf, Nyssa 's voice was strong and dominant in my head. Her goriness and fierceness could not be ignored.
I thought Kaelen was real, I thought he was different but I was just being naive. My eyes became red, the weight of my decision bearing heavily down on me.
I turned around to leave but in that swift moment, Nyssa took over and I lost all
sense of mortality.
Since Kaelen wanted to play dirty, well game on.
I barged into the room and found out it was not a casual meeting of friends but the alpha and the important people in the pack were all present there.
I scuffed at them and it was the perfect time to say what was on my mind and get back at Kaelen for being a jerk.
"Everyone" I said to make sure all attention was on me, even though my sudden appearance had tilted them up already.
"I am Kaelen's mate" I said and their jaws dropped, more like they were not expecting me to say it out loud but little did they know, I was not yet done.
"I, Lyra Moonfall reject you Kaelen Darkmoor as my fated mate and I cut all ties to you, now and forever"
The look of surprise, hate and anger plastered on each person's face and it gave some kind of weird satisfaction.
Even though I knew what I had done was hurtful and reckless to Kaelen, it was
nothing compared to how he made me feel and in my head, my actions were justifiable or at least Nyssa feels that way.
I turned around, filled with a tingling sensation of accomplishments, I made my way home. I had shut my head to any voice of reasoning and just allowed Nyssa to take the lead.
I arrived at my house, I rushed up the stairs and I close the door behind me. I longed to be by myself, I wished everything would just be over and there was nothing more of that, but that was not the case.
The shame thus the rejection I now know Kaelen is feeling, still doesn't fill me with the happiness or peace that I so desperately need now.
It made me sad and I was heartbroken. I was heartbroken, and it made me sad.
A few minutes after that, I heard a rapping at the door. I sprang from my bed, where I had soaked myself in tears, and went to answer the door. Who is it? That wanted to bring the roof of the house down? I opened up only to find Kaelen's parents by the door.
"How dare you?" Kaelen's mum landed a dirty slap on my face before I could even comprehend what was going on.
"You weak, good for nothing wolf. You have the gods to reject my son? A worthless piece of shit like you" she added again and I opened my mouth to make her understand I was not a toy or plaything for her son but before I could speak up, she had landed another slap on
the face.
I was sure her hand left a scar on my face.
Kaelen's father snatched my hands bare and hauled me outside, drawing a whip from his belt. In less than ten seconds, I had been lashed five times. I felt the pain, but that was nothing compared to what their son had done to me and I don’t regret what I did.
"Take this creep away, she needs to be taught a good lesson." . One she will not forget in a hurry" two huge men came from behind them and each of them held my hands about to drag me away but what broke my heart even more was when I saw my parents watching helplessly as I was beaten and berated.
Not even a word, or a plea to save me from the Beta's, they just turned blind eyes and deaf eyes to my plight and I shook my head in disgust. Why was I unfortunate to have such delinquent and irresponsible parents? They are the reason my life turned out this way and yet they don't see this as the right time to step up and salvage the situation.
They stepped aside and allowed the Beta's to carry out their evil desires on me. My broken heart was shattered by my parents' negligence.
I was hauled away, not that I couldn't fight back but I knew better than to stand against the Beta of our pack. Nyssa was ready to take over and storm out of the hold of the men that held me but the way things were going, anything could be expected from Kaelen’s parents and I couldn't risk losing Nyssa. If I lose her, I automatically lose myself.
They would not hesitate to use wolfsbane on Nyssa.
They brought me down to a dungeon, crumbling and long empty hallways away. It smelled of dead rats and roaches everywhere. I was not transferred, I had been in worse places. They bound my hands and feet to a stake in the center of the dungeon.
They said I should apologize to Kaelen for the humiliation I caused him or they would deal with me.
I scuffed at them.
" Kaelen got precisely what he deserved" I said and I felt a hard blow to my side.
"Is this all you have got?" I asked with a creepy smile on my face.
"You would apologise this instant or this is nothing compared to what you would feel" Kaelen's mum said and I asked her if Kaelen deserved my apology after taking me for a fool? Nothing would make me change my mind, I did exactly what was necessary of me.
"Guys, beat her up" his dad ordered and they hit every part of my body, causing pain and untold suffering to me but I refused to take back my words.
I stood on my ground and told them I would do it over and over again to Kaelen because he deserved it.
My words fueled their anger and they hit me even more until I couldn't take it more.
The metallic taste of blood had filled my mouth and my eyes had swollen that I could barely see.
I tried to hold on but my strength failed me but I was never going to apologise. The dungeon suddenly became dark and it lights out.
The dim light that flashed in the dungeon pierced my eyes and I opened it up, each part of my body was in severe pain. My hands felt weak and my legs froze in pain.
But I felt a warm, soft touch. Different from the sizzling pain in my body.
I managed to open my eyes and see what had become of me only to see a man standing before me.
Lyra's POVBy the time Soren finally allowed visitors into the healing room, exhaustion had settled into every inch of my body, but none of it mattered against the overwhelming joy of holding our daughter against my chest, her tiny fingers curled instinctively around one of mine.Vaelin entered first, practically vibrating with barely contained excitement, Zara close behind him with a softer, more reverent expression on her face.“Let me see her,” Vaelin demanded immediately, then caught himself, glancing toward me almost sheepishly. “Sorry. May I see her?”“Of course.”I shifted slightly so he could see properly, watching his expression transform from excited energy into something much gentler the moment his eyes landed on his niece.“She’s tiny,” he breathed, reaching out one careful finger to brush against her small hand. “Thorian, she’s so tiny.”“She’s perfect,” Thorian corrected, standing close beside the bed, his hand resting protectively against my shoulder, exhaustion and ove
Lyra's POV By the time Soren finally allowed visitors into the healing room, exhaustion had settled into every inch of my body, but none of it mattered against the overwhelming joy of holding our daughter against my chest, her tiny fingers curled instinctively around one of mine. Vaelin entered first, practically vibrating with barely contained excitement, Zara close behind him with a softer, more reverent expression on her face. “Let me see her,” Vaelin demanded immediately, then caught himself, glancing toward me almost sheepishly. “Sorry. May I see her?” “Of course.” I shifted slightly so he could see properly, watching his expression transform from excited energy into something much gentler the moment his eyes landed on his niece. “She’s tiny,” he breathed, reaching out one careful finger to brush against her small hand. “Thorian, she’s so tiny.” “She’s perfect,” Thorian corrected, standing close beside the bed, his hand resting protectively against my shoulder, exhaustion an
Thorian’s POV I had faced battles, ambushes, blades aimed at my throat without flinching. Nothing had ever terrified me the way the healing room did that night, watching Lyra grip the edge of the bed through another contraction, her face pale and slick with sweat, her breathing ragged with effort and pain. “You’re doing so well,” Soren said calmly, his focus entirely on Lyra despite the controlled chaos building steadily around us. The senior pack healer, an older woman named Brynna with decades of experience delivering both Lycan and hybrid births, worked alongside him with practiced efficiency. “It hurts,” Lyra gasped out, her grip on my hand tightening hard enough that I felt my own bones protest. “Thorian, it hurts so much.” “I know.” I pressed my forehead against hers, trying to project calm I didn’t entirely feel myself. “You’re so strong, Lyra. You’re doing incredible.” “Easy for you to say.” A short, strained laugh escaped me despite the gravity of the moment, some of th
Lyra's POV “Guilty,” Margret announced, the single word echoing through the silent chamber with the weight of two hundred years finally collapsing behind it. “On all counts, against all fourteen defendants, this tribunal finds full and complete guilt.” The chamber erupted, relief and grief and triumph tangling together into something I didn’t have adequate words for, even after everything we’d survived to reach this exact moment. Thorian’s hand tightened around mine, and I felt tears spilling freely down my cheeks, the months of testimony and fear and careful evidence gathering finally arriving at the conclusion we’d fought so desperately to reach. “Furthermore,” Margret continued once the chamber settled enough for her voice to carry, “by unanimous council ruling, the Severance enforcement structure, in its entirety, is hereby formally and permanently dissolved. Effective immediately, no remnant of its legal authority, its enforcement protocols, or its claimed jurisdiction over h
Lyra's POV The tribunal chamber felt different this time, heavier somehow, despite the familiar stone walls and the long table where Margret and the assembled council members sat in solemn rows. Maybe it was knowing this would be the final session. Maybe it was the weight of my own pregnancy, now impossible to hide beneath the simple dress I’d chosen for the occasion, that made everything feel more significant than it had during previous testimonies. “You’re sure you’re up for this?” Thorian murmured beside me, his hand resting protectively against the small of my back as we waited outside the chamber doors. “I’m sure.” I smoothed a hand over the curve of my stomach, feeling the small, reassuring flutter of movement beneath my palm. “This needs to end properly, Thorian. For all of us. For this baby, so they can grow up without Severance hanging over everything.” He pressed a kiss to my temple, his support steady and unwavering despite the obvious tension still lingering from his
Lyra's POVThe runner arrived just after midnight, exhausted and travel worn, carrying word that sent relief crashing through me so violently my knees nearly buckled.“He’s alive,” the runner gasped out. “Injured, but alive. They’re three hours behind me, Alpha’s orders to inform you immediately.”“Injured how badly?” I demanded, already moving toward the door despite Cecily’s restraining hand on my arm.“A blade wound along the ribs. The healer says it’s not life threatening, but it needed binding on site.”Three hours felt like an eternity. I paced the length of the courtyard despite Mira and Cecily’s combined attempts to make me sit and rest, my whole body thrumming with restless, anxious energy that refused to settle no matter how many times they reminded me the baby needed me calm. I couldn’t be calm. Not until I saw him with my own eyes.When the returning party finally crested the ridge leading into Moonveil, torches bobbi
Lyra's POVI slowly opened my eyes, a searing pain shoots through my body, making her wince. I tried to move, but a sharp stinging sensation in my limbs made me gasp. I met with an eerie silence, and the darkness seemed to press in around me. Groggily, I tried to remember where I was and what hap
Lyra's POV**The letter arrived on a Tuesday morning.I know it was a Tuesday because I had been in the garden with Thorian when the guard came, moving quickly across the grounds with that particular urgency that meant whatever he was carrying could not wait. Thorian saw him coming before I did and
Thorian's POVI had protocols for everything.That was what it meant to be an Alpha. You anticipated threats and prepared responses and built systems that could function even under pressure because pressure was inevitable and preparation was the only honest answer to it. I had spent years building
Lyra's POVThe ceremony was held three days later.Not a large gathering. Not the kind of event that required the whole pack to assemble and watch. Just something quiet and real and ours, held at sunset in the clearing behind the pack house where the trees stood tall and close and the evening light







