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"Tell me what?" Lyra asked, closing her laptop casually, as if she hadn't been researching ways to escape her husband and best friend.

Jessy practically vibrated with excitement as she moved further into the room. "The Lycan King is coming to our territory!"

The words hit Lyra like a physical blow. For a moment, she couldn't breathe, couldn't think. The Lycan King. Coming here. To Crest Pack.

This hadn't happened in her first life. She was certain of it. King Bastian hadn't visited their territ
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  • LYRA: REBORN FOR REVENGE    0042

    And for just a moment, their masks dropped. The hatred in their eyes was chilling. Pure, undisguised loathing. Mason's face twisted with rage and something else, something that looked almost like panic. He was losing control of her, losing his ability to manipulate and contain her, and he knew it. Jessy's expression was even worse. Her eyes burned with a fury so intense it seemed to radiate heat. Her smile was gone, replaced by a thin, hard line. She looked at Lyra like she was imagining all the ways she could kill her, like she was already planning the next attempt. Mason's lips moved, forming words without sound. Lyra was good at reading lips, and had learned the skill from watching pack members gossip across crowded rooms. "You'll regret this." The threat was clear, unmistakable. This wasn't over. The moment Lyra returned, if she returned, there would be consequences. Mason would make sure of it. But beside Jessy's expression, there was something else. A knowing smirk that su

  • LYRA: REBORN FOR REVENGE    0041

    Jessy's smile remained fixed in place as she held the wine glass, the poisoned liquid catching the light like liquid rubies. Her eyes, however, were calculating, studying Lyra's face for signs of weakness, of sickness, of the poison doing its work. "Are you feeling better?" Jessy asked, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "You looked so pale when you left the dining hall. I was worried you might be... ill." The pause before "ill" was deliberate. A test. Jessy wanted to see if Lyra understood what had happened, if she knew she'd been poisoned. She was playing a dangerous game, toying with her victim, seeing if Lyra would confront her or stay silent. Before Lyra could respond, the King stepped forward, positioning himself between the two women. His presence was imposing, protective, and a clear barrier. "Luna Lyra will be departing with me tonight," he announced, his voice carrying the weight of absolute authority. "She requires rest before our journey, and I've decided we shou

  • LYRA: REBORN FOR REVENGE    0040

    The reality of that sank in, cold and terrifying. Someone wanted her dead badly enough to try killing her in public. Which meant they were either desperate or confident they wouldn't be caught. "Pack only what you absolutely need," the King continued. "We leave within the hour. My guards will create a distraction, and we'll slip out during the confusion." "Mason will know something's wrong," Lyra said. "He'll come after me." "Let him try," the King said, and there was steel in his voice. "Once you're in Royal territory, you're under my protection. He can't touch you there." Lyra wanted to argue, wanted to say she needed more time, that leaving like this would cause problems. But the truth was undeniable. This place would kill her if she stayed. "Okay," she whispered. "Okay, I'll do it." The King nodded, satisfaction evident in his posture. "Good. Now, can you stand? We need to return to the dinner briefly, make everything appear normal. Then you'll excuse yourself to finish pac

  • LYRA: REBORN FOR REVENGE    0039

    The farewell dinner was Mason's idea. A formal send-off for his Luna, he'd announced, a show of pack unity and support for the cultural exchange. On the surface, it was a magnanimous gesture. In reality, it was another performance, another opportunity to maintain the facade while the rot festered underneath. The pack's grand dining hall had been decorated for the occasion. Candles flickered on every table, flowers arranged in elegant centerpieces. The best china had been brought out, the finest wines uncorked. It looked like a celebration. It felt like a funeral. Lyra sat at the head table beside Mason, wearing a formal gown that had been chosen more for appearance than comfort. The bruises on her wrist were carefully concealed beneath long sleeves and strategically placed bracelets. She smiled when expected, nodded at the right moments, and played her part. But inside, she was counting the hours until she could leave this place. The Lycan King sat to Mason's left, his masked face

  • LYRA: REBORN FOR REVENGE    0038

    The lie tasted bitter, but she couldn't tell them the truth. If they knew, they'd try to help. They'd confront Mason or pull her out of the pack. And then they'd become targets. She couldn't lose them again. She couldn't. Margaret pulled Lyra into another hug, holding her tight. "Oh, baby," she whispered. "You don't have to protect him. You don't have to lie for him." The words broke something inside Lyra. Tears spilled down her cheeks, hot and fast, and she sobbed into her mother's shoulder. All the fear and pain and exhaustion she'd been holding in came pouring out. "I'm okay," she managed to say between sobs. "I promise, I'm okay." But her parents didn't believe her. How could they, when she was falling apart in their arms? Thomas stepped closer, wrapping both his wife and daughter in his embrace. "Listen to me carefully," he said, his voice firm. "If you ever need to come home, our door is always open. You understand? You don't owe anyone your misery, not even your mate." T

  • LYRA: REBORN FOR REVENGE    0037

    Mason gave his answer the following evening. Through gritted teeth and with visible reluctance, he agreed to the cultural exchange. The King would depart in two days, and Lyra would accompany him to the Royal Pack for one month. The announcement should have brought relief. Instead, it unleashed something darker in both Mason and Jessy. Within hours, the whispers began. Lyra first noticed them in the pack dining hall the morning after the announcement. She'd arrived for breakfast to find clusters of pack members falling silent as she approached, their eyes sliding away from hers, their expressions a mixture of pity and suspicion. "Did you hear?" one woman whispered to her companion, not quite quietly enough. "The Luna is leaving for a whole month. To be with him." "With the King?" her friend gasped. "That's so inappropriate. Poor Alpha Mason." Lyra's hands clenched around her breakfast tray, but she kept walking, keeping her head high. She couldn't let them see how their words aff

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