LOGINShe was born to lead. Raised to suffer. Destined to rise. For years, Lyra has known nothing but pain. Enslaved by her own pack, starved, beaten, and unable to shift, she is a broken omega with no future. But on the night of her eighteenth birthday, after being rejected and left for dead, fate intervenes in the form of Kane, the handsome and powerful Lycan Prince. He senses her. Claims her. Saves her. But Lyra is no ordinary omega. Beneath the scars and suffering lies a forgotten Alpha’s bloodline - a truth buried by those who wanted her dead. As Kane fights for justice, uncovering the treachery that stole her birthright, a greater danger lurks in the shadows. A war is coming. A war tied to her very existence. With the kingdom on the brink of darkness and secrets leading them to a lost power, Lyra must embrace the strength inside her before it’s too late. Her enemies want her silenced. Her mate will burn the world to protect her. And the fate of the Lycans depends on what she does next. Her story has only just begun.
View MoreThe caravan pressed south as dusk bled into night.Lanterns swung from carts, their glow catching in the wolves’ eyes as they padded along the road. The rhythm of hooves, the creak of wooden wheels, the occasional sharp bark of command from Moera filled the silence.Lyra rode a little behind the front now, letting her gaze drift over the line of weary bodies. She caught glimpses of children asleep against their mothers’ shoulders, of wolves trotting at the edges, hackles raised against shadows. And further back - Vaeleth, walking with fire still coiled in her every step, Ekreth a silent tower at her side.It was all so fragile. A column of lives strung together on the edge of ruin.Her thoughts spiraled tighter until a voice cut through them.“You’re grinding your teeth again.”Lyra blinked. Nyxar had pulled his horse closer, keeping pace with hers. He leaned slightly in the saddle, a half-smile tugging at his mouth.“I don’t grind my teeth,” she said.“You do,” he countered. “Always
Lyra POV The village no longer smoldered, but the memory of fire clung to the air. Wolves moved like wraiths among the half-charred huts, gathering what remained - bundles of dried meat, cloaks patched and fraying, a few carved weapons that hummed faintly with old runes. Children clutched their mothers’ hems, wide-eyed, while elders whispered prayers in voices too brittle to hold conviction.Moera stood at the center of the square, spine straight as a spear. She was not tall, not like Ekreth or even Nyxar, but the ground seemed to anchor itself beneath her bare feet. Her braid hung to her hip, streaked with iron-gray, and her eyes glowed faintly with something not wholly mortal. The oldest blood of wolves, Lyra realized again. Gods still whispered through her veins.Lyra stepped beside her, cloak brushing ash. “We’ll take them south,” she said. “Ekreth knows a path.”Moera’s gaze slid to the dragon where he lingered at the edge of the square. Even in human form, he was unmistakable -
Lyra POVThe sun had risen fully, pale and cold against the mountains. Yet the air between the village stones still felt thick with everything unsaid.Lyra found Vaeleth alone near the western edge of the village, standing where the cliffs overlooked the river below. Her arms were folded, silver hair tugged wild by the wind.Lyra didn’t approach right away.For once, she didn’t feel the need to fill the silence.But after a few heartbeats, Vaeleth spoke first - her voice quieter than Lyra had ever heard it.“Seren.”Lyra stepped closer, boots crunching on frost-stiff grass. “It’s a good name.”Vaeleth gave a sharp, dry laugh. “I spent my whole life thinking she was nothing. Just a ghost in the stories people avoided telling me.”“And now?”“Now I know why I always felt like something was breaking under my skin.” Vaeleth glanced sideways, her expression unreadable. “Your blood… you’re not just a wolf either.”Lyra met her gaze calmly. “No. And neither is Nyxar.”A breath of stillness p
Lyra POVThe mountain felt different with the dawn. Less like a battlefield, more like something ancient breathing slow again after a long sleep.They gathered near the cold remnants of the campfire. No one spoke at first. The quiet wasn’t strained - it was simply full. Heavy with things no one yet knew how to say aloud.Vaeleth sat on a stone, arms loosely crossed over her knees, watching the horizon. Not quite guarded. Not quite open either.Ekreth stood nearby, arms folded, wings hidden but presence undeniable. There was a thread of something new between them now - something still raw and tentative, but there.Lyra broke the silence first. Her voice was steady.“We need to talk before we go down to the village.”Vaeleth’s gaze flicked toward her but didn’t fully lift.“About what?”“About what’s really happening,” Lyra said, looking at each of them in turn. “The gods waking. The seals breaking. And what you saw up there.”Vaeleth’s jaw flexed.“I don’t know what I saw,” she admitte
Lyra POVVaeleth turned without another word, and they followed.Down the slope, past the old stones, into the folds of the earth where mist clung low and thick like breath held too long. The trail beneath their feet wasn’t made by hoof or cart. It had been grown. Woven by roots that curled open at
Vaeleth POV The wolves were still.Even the children, who moments ago peeked from the roots of houses, had gone silent. The air in the village had shifted - too quiet. Too still.Then, the ground exhaled.Not wind. Not weather. But something deeper. Beneath the soil. Beneath the mountain. A low, g
Nyxar POVThe dragon led them through the ruins in silence, its scales catching the light like river glass. Nyxar followed, every step echoing on stone older than any kingdom still standing.The path narrowed, flanked by spires etched with glowing glyphs. The air pulsed around them - charged, elect
Vaeleth POVThe thunder of hooves broke the stillness.Vaeleth stood at the edge of the altar, blood and ash drying on her hands, her body trembling with power not entirely her own. Below, weaving their way through smoke-veiled paths, came back the two. Vaeleth didn’t run.She stood still, hands a
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