Rejected 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.
もっと見るI had been walking on air all day.
Owen had asked to speak with me. Owen. I couldn’t stop replaying it in my head. Maybe, just maybe, this was it. Maybe he’d finally see me…not as just the Alpha’s daughter, or the girl who hovered around him quietly…but as the one who had always been there. The one who loved him. The one who would have given him everything. When I spotted him across the clearing, my heart jumped. He looked like a storm…jaw clenched, arms crossed, his entire body radiating tension. Still, I smiled. I tried to believe there was something behind the cold mask he wore. Something soft. Something that maybe, just maybe, had started to care. I took a tentative step forward, heart thudding. “Owen,” I breathed, reaching out. He stepped back like my touch would poison him. “Don’t,” he snapped, voice flat and sharp. My hand dropped. My chest tightened. "Lyra," he said, and even the way he said my name sounded like an inconvenience. “We need to talk.” “I’m listening,” I whispered, trying to keep my voice from cracking. His eyes were everywhere but on me. He stared at the trees, the ground, even the clouds…but not once did he meet my eyes. Like I didn’t matter. Like I wasn’t even worth looking at. “I’ve been thinking,” he said, arms still crossed. “About our packs. About you. About this… mistake.” My lips parted slightly, confusion setting in. “Mistake?” “This…whatever this was supposed to be. The bond. You,” he spat. “None of it makes sense. And it never will.” My throat tightened. “Owen…” “You’re a charity case,” he cut in. “Everyone knows it. You trail behind me like some pathetic shadow, always watching, always hoping. It’s exhausting. You’re exhausting.” A sharp sting hit the back of my eyes, but I held it in. I wouldn't cry. Not yet. Not in front of him. “My father’s pack is struggling,” I said, swallowing the lump rising in my throat. “But that doesn’t mean I am. I’m not weak.” “You're nothing, Lyra.” His voice was like a blade. “Your pack is a disaster. Your bloodline is tainted by failure. And you? You’re dull. Predictable. Forgettable.” I blinked hard, forcing back the moisture in my eyes. My chest burned. My lungs felt tight. Still, I stood straight. “I don’t understand,” I said softly. “Why now? Why are you saying this now?” He finally looked at me. There was no warmth in his eyes. No remorse. Only disgust. “Because I’ve wasted enough time pretending,” he said. “Selena’s back.” The world dropped out from under me. “She left you,” I said quietly, the words barely forming. “She walked away from you. You broke down because of her. I was there. I…” “And I’d still choose her a thousand times over you,” he said, mouth twisting into a cruel grin. “You were a placeholder. A distraction. I never wanted you.” I took a shaky breath. My eyes were wet, the tears now threatening to fall, but I held them back. I refused to let him see them. “I was good to you,” I whispered. “I stayed. I waited. I tried.” “And I hated every second of it,” he snapped. “You’re always waiting around like a lost pup, clinging to the smallest shred of attention like it’s love. It’s pathetic.” I felt Nira growl within me, but her strength was faint…crushed beneath the weight of our shared heartbreak. “You’re rejecting me,” I said. “Aren’t you?” “I should’ve done it a long time ago,” he said, and then leaned closer, his voice low, venomous. “I reject you, Lyra of the Blueclaw Pack. I reject you, your weak blood, your desperate little heart, and everything you thought this was. I want nothing to do with you…not now, not ever.” His words hit like a storm, one after the other, tearing through the bond I had cherished for so long. Every part of me screamed. Every breath hurt. The tears were there, hot and heavy in my eyes, but I didn’t let them fall. He wasn’t worth that. “I accept your rejection,” I said, though my voice trembled. “And one day, Owen…you’ll realize what you lost.” He let out a short laugh. “The only thing I’m losing is dead weight.” I watched him turn his back on me without a second thought. No hesitation. No guilt. Just like that…he walked away. And I stood there…trembling, broken, but still not crying. Not yet. I wouldn’t give him that. Nira’s voice rose inside me, it was low but filled with rage. ‘We’ll rise, Lyra. We’ll become everything he said we couldn’t. And he’ll hate himself for ever speaking to us like that.’ And I swore then and there…I would make Owen regret every single word.LYRA'S POVI ran. I didn’t even know where I was running to, I just needed to get out of sight. Out of their eyes. Out of that damn training yard where every breath felt like punishment and every stare dug into my skin like claws.My ribs ached. My palms were scraped raw from hitting the dirt so many times, and my thighs were burning from running and pushing and crawling through Killian’s brutal routine. But none of that hurt like my chest.I turned the corner of the storage shed, shoved past a half-open door, and collapsed to the floor.It was dark and dusty. Old weapons, boxes, spare training mats...I didn’t care. I curled up in the corner, behind the stacked crates, hugged my knees tight to my chest, and I let go.Hot tears slipped out before I could stop them.I buried my face in my arms, trying to keep it quiet, but my body shook.This was harder than I thought.I thought I could handle this. Pretend to be Rowan, blend in, survive the training, prove to Father that I could be Alp
Killian’s POV The hall smelled like roasted meat and sweat. Long wooden tables stretched from one end to the other, packed with boys who were loud and half-starved after training. Plates clanged, mugs slammed against wood, and laughter bounced off the stone walls. It was chaotic, but this was normal. This was Alpha Academy. I walked in, boots heavy on the ground. My eyes scanned the room. The Alpha Heirs sat in clumps. South Ridge boys clustered together, noisy as ever. The Moonrock twins were arm-wrestling. Everyone looked like they belonged. Strong shoulders, big mouths, louder egos. It didn’t matter where they came from. They carried pride like it was armor. Then there was him. Rowan Thorne. He sat at the edge of the last table. Small. Quiet. Shoulders hunched. Head down like he was praying to disappear. His tray was barely touched. A slice of meat and some beans. Like he was afraid to eat too much. My jaw clenched. My wolf stirred. ‘He’s here,’ my wolf growled. ‘Mat
Lyra's POVA loud horn split the air before dawn.I shot up from the thin bunk, dazed, heart thudding. My head banged the wooden frame above me. "Shit," I hissed under my breath.Nira groaned inside my head. 'Is the academy run by wolves or war drums?'"Get up! Get up! Out!" someone shouted from the hallway.Doors slammed. Boots thundered against the old stone floors. I scrambled, still half-asleep, dragging on my boots with shaking hands. My bandages felt tighter than ever. My shirt clung to my back with sweat, already damp from the heat. I barely got my belt on before the door burst open.It was one of the older instructors. His glare cut like a knife."Five minutes late, Thorne. That all Blueclaw's got? Move."I ran. Down the hall, out the doors, into the freezing morning. My breath came out in sharp gasps. The sun wasn’t even up, but the field was already packed.Dozens of boys lined up in ranks, shirtless again, of course. I hugged Rowan's jacket tighter around me. My skin itched
Lyra’s POV.The moment I stepped inside the dorm room, my heart slammed in my chest like a prisoner desperate to escape. Three guys were already there, sitting on the bunks and trunks like they owned the place. The room was small and stuffy, heat sticking to my skin, making the bandages around my chest feel like they’d snap under the pressure. I swallowed the urge to breathe through my mouth and forced myself to stay calm.I pulled the hood lower, hiding as much of my face as I could without looking like I was ready to bolt.“Hey,” said the tallest one, a broad-shouldered guy with dark hair and eyes sharp like knives. “You’re Rowan, right? From Blueclaw?”“Yeah,” I said, my voice rough and low. I tried to keep it steady, but the words felt foreign in my throat.He grinned, showing teeth that were too white for this place. “I’m Eryk. Alpha heir of Shadowpine. Just got here myself. Heard Blueclaw’s been... rough lately.”I nodded, forcing a casual shrug. “Yeah. Tough times.”The second
Killian’s POVI shut the door behind me harder than I should’ve.My jaw clenched so tight it hurt. I kept walking. Past the office. Down the damn hall. I could feel eyes on me…every single one of those boys tracking my steps like I was the moon and they were born to follow it.I didn’t care.I needed air.Needed space.Needed something to break.I stormed past the training yard. My fists were balled, my nails digging deep into my palms. I wanted to punch a wall. Drive my fist into it until something gave in…bone or brick, didn’t matter. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. Not here. Not with every heir out here watching like I was some goddamn hero.I gritted my teeth and looked up at the sky, breathing sharp.Mate.The word burned through my skull.Mate.To a boy.Rowan Thorne. Alpha Heir of Blueclaw.Blueclaw…the pack hanging by threads. Warriors dying every month. Rogues slipping past their borders like it was a joke. Packs withdrawing alliances left and right. And somehow, they still had an
Lyra’s POV.The gates of Alpha Academy were massive. Towering. Iron bars twice my height, lined with scars from past battles. I stood in front of them with my hood pulled low, my chest bound so tight I could barely breathe. My heart slammed against my ribs, over and over, like it wanted out of this body.Guards stood the entrance, all muscle and menace, with eyes like they saw straight through people. They wore no uniforms...just black, battle-worn clothes and a scent that said one wrong move, and I’d never breathe again.‘You still want to do this?’ Nira asked, low in my head.She already knew the answer.I didn’t reply. I kept my jaw tight, voice buried deep. I adjusted the straps under my hoodie, pulling it closer to my skin. Every inch of me was Rowan now. I held out the forged crest, heart in my throat.The guard raised a brow. "Name?"I dropped my voice. "Rowan Thorne."He stared for a second too long. Then nodded."Welcome to Alpha Academy."The gates opened with a loud groan.
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