Mag-log inIn a world where omegas are nothing but slaves, Lyra has accepted her fate—unwanted, unseen, and powerless. Rejected by every suitor, she resigns herself to a life of servitude, never knowing that the most ruthless Alpha in existence has already claimed her in secret. Alpha Kieran Darkmoor is feared by all, his name whispered in terror. Cold, merciless, and untouchable, he rules his pack with an iron fist. But the moment he sees Lyra, something primal awakens inside him. She is his mate. His obsession. His weakness. Yet, instead of claiming her, he plays a cruel game. No wolf dares to touch what belongs to him, yet Lyra remains unaware of his shadow controlling her life. He watches as she suffers, as she believes she is unworthy of love, all while his hunger for her grows unbearable. But when another wolf dares to lay claim to her, Kieran’s control shatters. The monster inside him rises, ready to mark, claim, and break the little omega who thinks no one wants her. She was born a slave. She will become his Luna. Whether she wants it or not.
view moreFreya’s POV“I said I’m fine,” I repeated, softer this time. She hesitated for a few seconds, then nodded slowly.But I could see the suspicion, the questions crowding her mind, and the growing distance. I turned away before she could read more meaning into my facial expressions.“I need to handle something in the lower quarters,” I said. “I’ll be back very soon.”“Again?” she asked quietly, like the thought of it was already irritating her. Guilt stabbed through me as I tried to pretend all was well.“I won’t be long,” I said, avoiding her gaze, as that would have a way of exposing me.“Freya,” she called before I could leave.I paused in my tracks, waiting to hear what she would say.“If something is wrong…” she said softly, “you’ll tell me everything, right?”My chest started heaving painfully.“I will,” I lied just to get away from her. Then I walked out before she could ask me anything.“Ethan,” I called as I spotted him near the training grounds.He turned, completely surprised.
Freya’s POV“Why were you crying?”Lyra’s red eyes lifted to meet mine, they were swollen from a night that clearly hadn’t given her rest. She sat on the edge of her bed, fingers clenched tightly into the sheets as if they were the only thing holding her together from tearing apart.“I wasn’t crying,” she said quickly, wiping her eyes.I raised a brow, wondering if she took me for a fool. “Lyra...”“I said I wasn’t crying,” she repeated, more firmly this time, even though her voice was literally shaking.I kept quiet, thinking thoroughly about my next words. I exhaled slowly, stepping closer. “Fine. You weren’t crying,” I murmured with a smile. “You just… decided to stare at the wall all night and forget how to blink, right?”Her lips twitched slightly at my little joke, but the sadness didn’t leave her eyes.“Freya…” she whispered, “do you think I’m foolish?”The question caught me off guard, as I wasn't expecting that.“No,” I said immediately.She let out a shaky breath that she ha
Lyra’s POV“And why is that?” he asked.I held his gaze for the longest time, trying to see through him. “Because you’re hiding something from me.”“You’re beginning to imagine things.”“No,” I said quietly, sure of what I’d seen. “I’m noticing things that shouldn’t be there in the first place.”His eyes narrowed slowly for a second.“What things are you talking about?”I hesitated, contemplating how to present it. Suddenly, Freya’s earlier words echoed in my mind.“Watch. Listen. The danger you seek is in the shadows.”That made my pulse quicken.“You avoid looking at me,” I said slowly. “You’re always somewhere else when I’m with you. Always distracted. And when I speak, it’s like you’re only half there most of the time.” He didn’t respond, just kept quiet. So I stepped closer to draw his attention. “And Seraphina,” I added.The moment I said her name, it did what my entire speech couldn’t. His body went rigid, and I knew there was more to it than he was saying.“You haven’t punishe
Lyra’s POV“Why didn’t you do anything till this moment?”Kieran didn’t move or say anything immediately. It was more like he was buying time to figure out how to reply to my question without letting on that something wasn't right since he returned.He stood quietly by the window, his back to me. But the morning light aided in carving his tall frame into something very distant… and unreachable.“Lyra,” he said finally, his voice coming out very low, yet controlled. “This isn’t something you just jump into without making inquiries.”“How you really making inquiries?” I let out a small laugh—which was humourless, by the way. “And this isn’t how you treat someone you call your Luna.”That got his attention as I wanted it to. He turned slowly to face me, his eyes locking onto mine too deeply, and for a second... I saw something that made my heart leap.I was sure it wasn't anger, but something much heavier.“What exactly are you talking about?” he asked softly. That made my chest tighten
Kieran's POV “They’ll all be restless right now,” I said flatly, my voice heavy with concern.If there were a way I would abandon this battle and go back, I would have done it without thinking. But following such a step would end up with the destruction of many villages, and as the Alpha, I:m mean
Lyra’s POV“Impressive.” The word echoed before I even turned to see the person behind the voice. My body was still shaking from the fight we just had, blood dripping from my arms.The arena, where the trial took place, had now emptied to half the initial population. Some were still cheering, while
Lyra’s POV“Kieran, watch your back!” A sweet yet poisonous voice screamed through the night like sharp steel.I spun around instinctively, my claws extending immediately in readiness to defend, the scent of blood filling the air—it was rogues.We had taken an evening stroll toward the forest, an a
Lyra’s POV“Lyra… wait.” A voice stopped me halfway, just when I was about to slip out quietly.I turned, frowning at the interruption, only to see Mira standing before me. She happened to be the youngest Omega among us, barely sixteen years old. She clutched the hem of her cloak as if her life dep






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