MasukLyra’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 know how to reply to my question without getting it out that something is not 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 a
Lyra's POV“I mean… I admit there seem to be things about him you may not understand right now,” she said finally, her voice low but heavy with truths she refused to discuss. “And right now, revealing them to you especially now might change everything between us, and even with him.”“Change everything? Freya… are you in any way saying he’s…” I stopped myself, my heart pounding uncontrollably. “Are you saying he might not be as trustworthy as I always consider him to be?”She didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a brief moment as I watched her. “I can’t say that for sure. But all I can say is… you must be careful. Observe keenly from a distance. Listen. Watch for what isn’t said, for what’s in the shadows. That’s exactly where danger hides without anyone suspecting.”“Then give me the chance to be truly careful. Let me watch. Don’t keep me out of this, Freya. I can’t… I can’t stand being blind anymore.”Her eyes opened slowly, carefully study
Lyra’s POV“Freya,” I called cautiously, stepping closer as she organized the trays in the kitchen. “Can I ask you something?”She looked up quickly, her eyes guarded, her hands pausing mid-motion. “Of course. Go ahead,” she said, her voice steady—but something in it made me tense.“It’s about Seraphina,” I said, lowering my voice, unsure how to phrase it without sounding accusatory. “I’ve noticed some things, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t stop thinking about it.”Her eyebrows knitted together slightly, concern flickering across her face. “Not everything you see is what it seems, Lyra,” she said, picking up a tray with deliberate calm and avoiding my gaze.“But it doesn’t feel like that to me,” I pressed, stepping closer. “She’s always around these days. I see traces of her—even her choking perfume, people are whispering out of place. And every time you’re near me, you seem different. Mostly very nervous.”Freya stiffened, but she didn’t turn to face me. “I’m just careful, tha
Freya’s POV“Freya…” The voice was timid, almost a whisper. I looked up from the pile of freshly laundered sheets—as I’d been doing more laundry than necessary these days, just to keep my mind distracted. Turning, I found one of the Lyra Omega guards, a girl named Maris, hovering nervously near the doorway. Her hands twisted the edge of her apron like she was wringing out a secret.“What is it?” I asked, setting the sheets down carefully, my eyes narrowing. I could feel it, the tension in her, the unspoken fear she carried.“I… I think I saw Lady Seraphina last night,” she began hesitantly, glancing over her shoulder as though the walls themselves might be listening. “I saw her near… inside the Alpha’s study.”I stiffened at the mention of Alpha Kieran. My hands gripped the edge of the table more tightly.“Inside his study?” I repeated, my voice calm and measured, but every nerve in my body fought vigorously. “And what were you doing out at that hour?”She blinked rapidly, unsure how
Freya’s POVIt wasn’t even up to an hour since I’d left the laundry room when Lyra appeared in front of me again demanding answers I don’t have.Suddenly I felt a familiar gaze glued to me. It made my heart pause, then beat uncontrollably.Alpha Kieran.I watched as he leaned casually against the archway of the hall, his jaw now tightened, his eyes sharp and unreadable. My body tensed at his presence, my fingers clutching the edge of the basket packed with clothes. He didn’t bother to speak at first, just stood there staring at me, his gaze heavy, making my breath catch.Lyra, who was standing in front of me, carefully followed my gaze until it landed on him. “Oh… Kieran.” Her voice was light, very much delighted, and innocent.Kieran stepped closer, slowly and deliberately, his presence carefully distracting Lyra from whatever question she had come to ask me.“Good morning,” he said softly, almost sounding conversational. But I couldn’t help noticing how his gaze flicked to me before
Freya’s POVThe laundry room was loud in the way silence becomes loud. Water dripping somewhere, fabric sighing as it fell from my hands, my own heartbeat thudding like a fist against a locked door. I kept folding the same sheet over and over without realizing it. It still wasn’t straight. I straightened it again. And again.Then I felt him before I saw him—his presence a shadow that pressed against the walls. Heavy. Unmistakable. The air shifted, thickening around my ribs until breathing felt like inhaling smoke.I stiffened.“Freya.”His voice was low. Controlled. Like he was holding something sharp behind his teeth.I turned slowly. Alpha Kieran stood in the doorway, shoulders tight, jaw clenched, eyes darkened by a storm he was pretending wasn’t there. He looked at me as though I were a thread pulled loose from the seams of his order.“Alpha,” I murmured, bowing my head just enough to respect him, but not enough to submit. Submission is impossible now. Not after last night.He ste
Lyra’s POV“An omega? Matched against the great warrior, Raoul?”The arena erupted with voices like waves the moment I stepped into the arena for trial. My heart was racing restlessly, not out of fear, but from being the center of attention. I could see the doubt they harbored in their faces, so cl
Lyra’s POV“Lyra, don’t leave me.” The voice came out very faint, trembling, but sliced through the gathering smoke around me before I got the opportunity to see him.I turned around, and there before me was Kieran. But the difference was that it was his younger self, maybe considered to be around
Lyra’s POV“You’ve succeeded in stirring up enough trouble for just one night,” the eldest councilman said, his tone coming out with firmness. “The test still stands. Until that is fulfilled, it would be advisable she is kept on a leash, Alpha.”Did he just say ‘kept on a leash’?The insult was unb
Lyra’s POV"You still haven't answered my question," I pressed on, holding my ground to get a response from the copper haired Beta, his eyes burning deeply into mine."Who are you? Why should I trust any word that comes from your mouth?"He shifted his head one side, obviously frustrated by my pers







