LOGINLyseraThe walls were closing in again.It wasn’t something I could see. The room had not changed. The same bed, the same window, the same quiet that had wrapped itself around me since I had been confined here. But today, that quiet felt heavier. It pressed against my chest, crawled up my throat, settled behind my ribs until breathing itself felt like effort.I stood by the window for a long moment, staring out at a sky that looked too wide for a world I was not allowed to step into.“I need air,” I muttered.My wolf stirred immediately, alert and eager.‘Then go out.’It sounded simple. But then again, it was now simple. I was no longer the Lysera Henry thought was evil. I had my freedom now to do as I wanted. I turned away from the window and reached for a cloak, pulling it over my shoulders and covering my hair carefully. I made sure the fabric fell low enough to shadow most of my face. Not perfect, but enough to shield my identity for a few hours.When I stepped outside, Timothy
LyseraMy father moved before the silence could settle.It was always like that with him—he never allowed space for doubt to grow, never allowed a situation to breathe. He stepped forward with authority wrapped tightly around him, his presence heavy, suffocating, as though he alone could bend the room back into order.“Enough of this nonsense,” he said sharply.His voice cut through everything—through my mother’s sobs, through the whispers, through the fragile tension that had begun to shift.His eyes locked onto mine, hard and unyielding.“Kneel.”The word landed between us like a command carved in stone. A few servants stiffened. Someone inhaled sharply.For a brief second, the old instinct stirred in me. The one that had been trained into my bones for years. Lower your head. Obey. Don’t resist.But it passed just as quickly as it came. I didn’t move.I didn’t lower my gaze. I didn’t flinch.“I will not kneel,” I said calmly.That alone was enough to ripple through the room again. M
LyseraI was halfway through a bowl of sliced fruit when a knock came. It sounded soft and almost hesitant. I didn’t look up immediately. I took another bite, chewing slowly, letting the quiet stretch just a little longer before I spoke.“Come in.”The door opened carefully, and a servant stepped inside, her head already bowed.“Miss Lysera… your parents are asking for you. They are waiting for you in the main living room.”My hand paused mid-air. For a second, I said nothing.Then I resumed eating like she had just told me something completely ordinary.“Of course they are,” I murmured.The rumors must have reached them and of course, they would come. Not to ask, not to understand but control, to intimidate and to make me take the blame like always.A smile tugged at my lips, slow and deliberate. This was a mistake. A very big one. They had walked right into something they could never have anticipated.“Tell them I’ll be there shortly,” I said.“Yes, Miss Lysera.”She left quickly.
Author’s POVIt began as a whisper.Soft, careful and carried between two maids in the corridor who leaned too close to one another, their voices barely above breath.Then it spread.From the corridors to the kitchens. From the kitchens to the training grounds. From there to the outer yards, where guards spoke in low tones, glancing over their shoulders as though the walls themselves might be listening.By midday, it was no longer a whisper. It was a storm.“Did you hear…?”“They said the Alpha called Healer Apollo himself…”“Why would he do that unless something was wrong?”“She was never pregnant…”“I heard the healers have been taken for questioning…”“And Miss Lysera—she’s been mistreated all this time…”Every version grew sharper, louder and more certain.Truth, half-truth, and speculation tangled together until they became indistinguishable. And at the center of it all was Isyra.______She heard it before she saw it.The change. The way conversations stopped when she walked int
Lysera“What even happened here? You’re yet to tell me, Lysera.”Healer Apollo’s voice was calm, but there was a quiet insistence beneath it.I looked at him for a moment, then let out a soft breath and leaned back against the bed, completely at ease now.“It was simple,” I said.Timothy shifted slightly where he stood, his attention fully on me now, no longer pacing, no longer arguing—just… listening.I folded my hands loosely in my lap.“She came to provoke me,” I began. “To gloat. To tell me about her Luna ceremony like I was supposed to sit there and watch her win after she tried multiple times to kill me.”A faint smile touched my lips.“I congratulated her.”Timothy frowned slightly, like that part didn’t fit into the version of events he had just witnessed.“And then?” Apollo asked.“And then,” I continued calmly, “she made a mistake.”I tilted my head slightly, recalling it.“She reminded me who she really is. Not the perfect Luna. Not the kind, forgiving sister.” My eyes dark
Lysera’s POVI was just about to speak, to tell Timothy everything, when the door opened.The sound cut through the room softly this time, nothing like the chaos from earlier. Timothy straightened immediately beside me, his body going alert out of instinct, and before I even lifted my gaze, I already knew who it was.Healer Apollo.He stepped in with his usual calm presence, his eyes sweeping over me in a way that missed nothing. There was no panic in his expression, no unnecessary urgency, just quiet assessment.By then, most of the marks on my face had already faded. My wolf had done her work well. The torn skin on my face had sealed over, leaving only faint traces behind, and the swelling had gone down significantly. Only my forehead still throbbed faintly from where I had struck it against the floor, repeatedly.Apollo moved closer, saying nothing at first as he examined me. His fingers were gentle but precise as he tilted my chin slightly, studying my face.“You healed well,” he
LyseraArmed with the knowledge that my baby would be my shield, I pushed myself to my feet.My legs still felt weak, but my resolve didn’t waver.I reached for the dress folded on the chair—the one I had worn to the mating ceremony. It was the only proper clothing I had left. No one had bothered t
Author’s POVHenry melted into the kiss.For a brief, dangerous moment, it felt exactly as it always had.The world narrowed to warmth and familiarity, to the soft press of Isyra’s mouth against his, to the scent he had learned to associate with comfort and certainty. His hands moved almost of thei
Lysera The air became charged as Henry’s anger flooded the room, raw and undeniable, until I could taste it on my tongue. Sweat broke out along my spine. My hands began to shake, the cutlery rattling faintly against the plate as his presence bore down on everyone In the great living room. No matt
Author’s POVIsyra returned to the pack house just before nightfall, the sky above bruised purple and gold as dusk settled over the lands. Torches had already been lit along the corridors, their flames flickering softly against stone walls that had always felt like home. She was not giving this pla







