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010: Moans And Mistake

作者: Wordsmith91
last update 最終更新日: 2025-07-08 01:03:09

LYRA'S POV

I 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
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  • Impersonating My Brother At The Alpha Academy   54: The Second Heartbeat

    LYRA'S POV. The air in the stone-walled washroom was cold, but my skin felt like it was on fire. I leaned my forehead against the cool surface of the mirror, my breath hitching in my throat. I hadn’t felt right for a week. At first, I told myself it was just the stress of the High Stone ceremony, or the exhaustion of merging two packs that used to hunt each other for sport.But then the scent of the morning's salt-cured venison had hit my nose, and I’d barely made it to the basin before my stomach turned inside out.I looked down at my hands. They were shaking. I was Lyra Blueclaw. I had killed men twice my size. I had dismantled a centuries-old Council with nothing but a borrowed name and a blade. I wasn't supposed to be afraid of a biological clock.'Lyra,' Nira whispered in the back of my mind. Her voice was unusually quiet, colored with a strange, shimmering gold light. 'Do you feel it? The second heartbeat?'I pressed my palm flat against my stomach, right over the leather belt

  • Impersonating My Brother At The Alpha Academy   53: The Shadow's King

    KILLIAN’S POV. I didn't move. I didn't even breathe. I just stayed there, lying on my side, watching the way her chest rose and fell in the early morning light. For ten years, I woke up with my hand on a shank, my eyes searching for the nearest exit, and my wolf screaming that someone was coming to kill us. But this morning, the only thing I felt was the heat of her skin against mine.Lyra looked different when she was asleep. The hard, sharp edge she carried as the Alpha of the North was gone. Her face was soft, her mouth slightly parted, and her short hair was a mess against the white pillow. I reached out, my fingers hovering just an inch above her cheek. I didn't touch her. Not yet. I just wanted to look at her. I wanted to burn this image into my brain so that if the world ever went to hell again, I’d have this to hold onto."Stop staring, Killian. You're going to give me a headache."Her voice was thick with sleep, a low rasp that sent a jolt of pure electricity straight to my

  • Impersonating My Brother At The Alpha Academy   52: Unbound

    LYRA'S POV. "I think my ribs forgot how to expand without a roll of medical tape holding them down," I said, my voice cracking as I fumbled with the heavy leather buckles of my chest piece.Killian didn't say a word. He just stepped into the center of the room, his boots hitting the floorboards with a solid thud that seemed to settle the frantic energy still vibrating in my bones. He reached out, his large, scarred hands brushing mine away from the leather straps. His touch was warm...so warm it felt like it was melting the ice that had lived under my skin since the day I ran away from this house."Let me," he whispered.His eyes were locked on mine, and for the first time since the Academy, they weren't searching for a threat. They were just looking at me. Really looking at me. He looked like a man who had finally reached the end of a long, bloody road and found exactly what he was looking for. There was a look in his eyes that made my stomach do a slow, heavy flip...a mix of raw hu

  • Impersonating My Brother At The Alpha Academy   51: The Silver Vow

    LYRA'S POV. The air at the summit of the Great Stone was crisp, carrying the scent of ancient pine and the distant, sharp tang of the coming winter. Torches were shoved into iron brackets around the perimeter, their orange light dancing against the rugged faces of the warriors gathered in a massive circle.This was the heart of the North...a place where for centuries, only men had stood to claim the title of Alpha.I stood at the edge of the clearing, my heart hammering a steady rhythm against my ribs. I wasn't wearing silk. I wasn't wearing the heavy, suffocating furs of the old regime. I wore my dark leather armor, the scuffs and marks from the Academy still visible on the sleeves. My short hair was swept back, exposing my face to the biting wind.Beside me, Killian was a shadow of pure power. He had dressed in the black of the Blackwood pack, a heavy cloak draped over his broad shoulders. He didn’t need to say a word; his presence alone was a warning to anyone who might think of q

  • Impersonating My Brother At The Alpha Academy   50: The High Seat

    LYRA'S POV. "You’re going to wear a hole in that parchment, Lyra. The debts of a dead man don’t grow eyes and stare back at you."I didn't look up from the heavy oak desk. My fingers were stained with ink, and my eyes were burning from hours of reading through the ledgers my father had left behind. The study smelled of old wax, dried paper, and the faint, lingering scent of my father’s expensive tobacco...a scent I was slowly scrubbing away with the smell of fresh cedar and the cold mountain air that Killian brought with him.Killian was leaning against the stone hearth, his dark hair messy from the wind outside. He held a ceramic mug of hot cider, looking far too comfortable for a man who had spent most of his life in the pits. His sleeves were rolled up, showing the thick, corded muscle of his forearms and the faint white lines of scars that told the story of his survival. He looked like a king who had finally found his throne, even if that throne was just a rug in front of my fire

  • Impersonating My Brother At The Alpha Academy   49: The Alpha's Truth

    LYRA'S POV. "You look like you've been to hell and back, Lyra."My mother was standing at the top of the grand staircase, her hands gripping the railing so hard her knuckles were white. She didn't look like the polished, perfect wife of a nobleman anymore. Her hair was pulled back in a messy knot, and there were dark circles under her eyes that told me she hadn't slept in weeks. She looked older, smaller, but when her eyes landed on my short, jagged hair and the bloodstains on my tunic, her face crumpled."I didn't just go there, Mom," I said, my voice sounding like gravel. "I burned the place down on my way out."I stepped into the foyer of the Blueclaw manor, the heels of my boots clicking against the marble floor. The sound felt different now. It didn't feel like the shy, quiet girl who used to hide in the corners. It felt like an army. Behind me, the heavy oak doors groaned as Silas pushed them shut, locking out the world. Killian walked beside me, his presence filling the room.

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