LOGINRejected by her mate for being unfit as a Luna, Lyra is shattered, and determined to prove her worth. When her twin brother, Rowan, falls ill, their parents hide him away. With war drawing near and Alpha heirs sent to train at the elite Alpha Academy, Lyra disguises herself as Rowan to protect her pack’s honor. Now living among future Alphas, she must master her wolf, fight harder than anyone, and keep her identity secret. But one enemy threatens it all. Killian, a ruthless Alpha, hates “Rowan” for reasons he can’t explain…until his wolf reacts. Mated to a boy? Impossible. As war nears, Lyra must choose: keep lying and survive…or risk it all for her second-chance mate.
View MoreLYRA’S POV"He’s doing it again, Killian. Look."I leaned against the balcony railing of the high tower, my hair whipping around my face in the sharp mountain air. Below us, the training grounds of the Blackwood Manor were a hive of motion. But my eyes weren't on the seasoned warriors or the new recruits from the Ghost Pack. They were on the boy standing in the center of the stone circle.Cian was seven now. He had Killian’s broad shoulders and my stubborn jaw, but when he moved, he had a grace that didn't belong to either of us. He wasn't holding a wooden practice sword like the other pups. He was just standing there, his small hands open, his silver eyes fixed on a massive jagged boulder that had sat in that courtyard since before my grandfather was born.Killian stepped up behind me, his chest warm against my back. He wrapped his heavy arms around my waist, his chin resting on my shoulder. He smelled like leather and the sharp, clean scent of the first winter frost."He’s not just
LYRA'S POV. "You look like a Queen, but you still smell like a wet dog, Lyra."I looked up from the mirror, a small, tired grin tugging at my lips. Sora was leaning against the heavy oak doorframe of my dressing room, her bone spear resting casually against her shoulder. She had cleaned up...sort of. The thick layer of mountain mud was gone, but the scars on her face were as red and angry as ever, and she still wore her leather armor like a second skin."It’s the wolf in me, Sora," I said, smoothed down the front of my dress. It was a deep, velvet green, the color of the pine needles in the heart of the Blackwood forest. It was heavy, warm, and far too expensive for a woman who had spent the last month sleeping on stone floors. "Besides, Killian doesn't seem to mind the smell."Sora snorted, walking into the room with that silent, predatory grace that made the Ghost Pack so terrifying. She stopped in front of me, her good eye scanning my face. She reached out, her rough, calloused th
Killian’s POV. "He’s got your stubbornness, Lyra. Look at how he’s gripping my finger. He won't let go."I didn't move my hand. I couldn't. I just sat there on the edge of the bed, staring at the tiny, breathing miracle tucked against Lyra’s chest. The silver in his eyes was fading now, turning into a deep, stormy gray, but the power I’d felt from him...the spark that had pulled me back from the edge of the Void...was still there. It was a physical thing, a warmth that made the air in the room feel thick and sweet.Lyra let out a tired, shaky laugh. She looked exhausted, her hair a wild mess of damp curls, her skin pale. But she looked at the boy with a hunger that made my chest ache. "He’s a Blackwood, Killian. What did you expect? He’s already decided he owns the place.""He does," I whispered. I leaned down, my lips brushing her forehead, then the top of the boy’s velvet-soft head. He smelled like new life and mountain rain. "The whole North is his. We just have to make sure there
LYRA’S POVThe aftermath of a war doesn't look like a victory. It looks like a graveyard.I sat on the cold stone floor of the fortress courtyard, my legs tangled with Killian’s. He was alive, his heart thumping a slow, steady rhythm against my side, but the weight of the silence around us was suffocating. The air was thick with the scent of ozone from the broken staff and the metallic tang of blood that had soaked into the very pores of the mountain."Lyra," Killian rasped, his hand tightening around mine. His voice was still thin, his throat raw from the scream the Void had pulled out of him. "The baby. Is he...?"I rested my hand over the bump of my stomach. The silver glow had faded, but a warm, humming energy remained, like the embers of a fire. "He’s sleeping. I think he used everything he had to bring you back."Killian leaned his head back against a jagged piece of the gate, his gold eyes scanning the carnage. A few feet away, Silas Vane’s body lay twisted in his blackened arm
Killian's POV. I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I watched them flail. The Alpha Heirs...my so-called elite trainees...struggling like newborn pups on the climbing rig. They groaned, slipped, grunted, muttered excuses. Some even laughed at each other’s failures. I could feel m
Killian's POV. Three days. Three damn days I’ve watched him fail. Every drill, every swim, every obstacle...he couldn’t get it right. Not once. He stumbled, he hesitated, he fell apart. I’ve seen the others...Alpha heirs meant to survive everything...smirking quietly at him, whispering under their
Lyra’s POVDawn found me on my hands and knees, the cold dirt biting through my clothes, bruised and bleeding where Killian had thrown me. My limbs refused to obey fully, each movement sending jolts through my shoulders and legs. I blinked, tried to focus, and realized I was outside the Academy gat
Lyra’s POV. I emerged from the cave with every joint aching, every bruise still burning, every muscle screaming at me to stop. My stomach growled like a warning, and my throat felt raw from thirst. The white wolf of yesterday wasn’t waiting, which I took as either mercy or planning. I didn’t care.






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