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Chapter 4 : Stability
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Lyra, His Second Chance Mate Chapter 5 : Stability part 2
Lyra POV The doors closed with a final echo, heavy wood sealing the chamber behind the departing council.For a long moment, Lyra said nothing. She just stood there at the edge of the great obsidian table, hands braced on its surface, gaze distant.“They want to see how far I’ll bend,” she murmured.“You didn’t bend,” Ekreth said. “You cut.”Lyra smiled faintly. “That’s what worries them.”She turned as Nyxar stepped forward. He didn’t ask - he simply reached out and touched her shoulder, grounding her. She leaned into it, just enough to draw breath again.“Still think they’ll back you?” Nyxar asked quietly.“They’ll back the crown,” she said. “Until it no longer serves them.”“That’s not the same as backing you.”“No,” Lyra agreed. “It isn’t.”Elira lingered just inside the chamber’s edge, watching them with something like reverence. Or awe. Or fear. It was hard to tell in someone so new.“You were brave to speak,” Lyra said, turning to face her. “Few do, in their first month.”El
Lyra, His Second Chance Mate Chapter 4 : Stability
Lyra POVThe silence that followed the initial pledges wasn’t peace. It was calculation.Eyes drifted. Words began to sharpen.It was Council again.Lord Therin of the East - silver-haired and always precise - cleared his throat. “Your Majesty, if I may raise a point of succession.”A muscle in Lyra’s jaw twitched. “You may raise it. Whether I entertain it is another matter.”Therin bowed his head slightly, but not before she caught the flicker of disapproval in his eyes. “Of course. But with His Majesty’s passing and no heir appointed or born… the matter must be addressed. For the stability of the realm.”Stability. The word sat like rot beneath gold leaf.“Do you suggest the realm is unstable with me on the throne?” Lyra asked coolly.“No,” Therin said carefully. “But the people will ask. The outer provinces already murmur. You are queen, yes. But alone. And lineage-”“Is not the only source of power,” Lyra cut in. “Nor the only way to hold a kingdom.”“But it is the way to pass
Lyra, His Second Chance Mate Chapter 3 : Morning After the Blood Moon
Lyra The morning light filtered in through heavy velvet curtains, but it wasn’t golden.It was red. A faint, eerie crimson still lingered, even though the blood moon had sunk hours ago. It bathed her bedroom in shades of faded wine and war.Lyra stood in the center of what had once been their room. Her and Kane’s.His scent was barely clinging to the sheets now. It was softer each morning. Like grief learning to whisper instead of scream.She pulled his old shirt from the edge of the bed - the one she couldn’t bring herself to move - and held it for a heartbeat longer than necessary. The fabric was worn and familiar, as if trying to remind her of who she used to be.But she wasn’t that woman anymore. Not just a grieving mate. Not just a warrior.The gods had whispered to her in dreams. Her wolf stirred with more than pain now. There was a calling wrapped in that blood-drenched vision, something ancient and enormous pressing against the edge of her bones.She exhaled once, stead
Lyra, His Second Chance Mate Chapter 2 : Pawns
Nyxar POV The castle had a strange quiet to it this morning - like the whole structure was holding its breath.Nyxar walked the long corridor alone, footsteps echoing softly against marble and stone. The red light of the moon was fading, but the aftertaste of it still clung to the air - like smoke after a battlefield fire. Not destructive… but not quite clean, either.He found Ekreth in one of the older chambers - a vaulted gallery lined with ancestral portraits and artifacts sealed behind glass. The room smelled of time, wax, and varnish. History thick in the air.Ekreth stood in front of a massive oil painting, hands clasped loosely behind his back. He was in human form, wearing simple black. A fine coat, unadorned but regal. Nyxar stopped just behind him.“You always look for art when something weighs on you?”Ekreth’s gaze didn’t move from the painting. “Not always. But this room remembers more than most. It’s good company, when the present grows too loud.”Nyxar followed his ga
Lyra, His Second Chance Mate Chapter 1 : The Blood Moon
Lyra POVThe chill of the night clung to her skin, but Lyra barely noticed.She stood barefoot on the cold stone balcony, the silk hem of her sleep shirt whispering against her legs. Above her, the blood-red moon hung like a wound in the sky - too bright, too heavy, too… alive.It stared back at her. No longer silver. No longer gentle.The air didn’t move. The city below was silent, frozen in a breathless kind of sleep. Even the wind had stilled, as though the world itself was waiting. Watching. Listening.Her heart pounded, echoing in her ears like war drums. That voice - the Goddess’s voice - still lingered behind her eyes, low and absolute.“You are one of us now. And the gods are waking.”Lyra’s fingers gripped the balcony’s edge. “What does that mean?” she whispered, voice breaking on the silence.No answer came. Yet. But her wolf stirred inside her, wide-eyed and alert.“It means we don’t get to be just a queen anymore,” the wolf said softly. “Not only that. Not ever again.”She
Lyra, His Second Chance Mate Ending Note
To every reader who has journeyed with me through the shadows and lights of this story - thank you.This book was born from grief and healing, loyalty and rebirth. It was a story of letting go, of learning how to run again even when everything hurts. Lyra's path wasn’t easy - and it’s far from over. The story continues.Book Three - Lyra : Dawn of the Divine The gods have awakened.Lyra thought she'd lost everything - her mate, her future, her place in the world. But the Moon Goddess has chosen her for something far greater than she ever imagined.As blood moon rise and divine omens spread, ancient powers stir beneath the earth and above the stars. The Lycan Kingdom is no longer just a realm of wolves - it is a battleground of gods.Allies will fracture. Legends will rise. And love may become the sharpest weapon of all.Fate will test the heart of the divine - and the strength of those who dare to carry it.
Lyra, His Second Chance Mate Chapter 123 : Gods Are Coming
Lyra POV The hallway was quiet. The kind of quiet that clung to the walls like dust, untouched and heavy. Lyra stood still before the familiar door, her fingers curled loosely at her sides. Then, slowly, she pushed it open.The bedroom greeted her like a ghost.Her lungs tightened as she stepped inside. Kane’s scent was fading - still there, in the folds of the sheets and the shirt tossed on the edge of the bed, but not as strong as it had once been. Time, it seemed, didn’t wait for grief.She closed the door behind her and leaned against it for a moment, exhaling like the breath had been trapped in her ribs for days.Crossing to the sideboard, she poured herself a glass of wine - red and deep and bitter. She didn’t sit. Instead, she walked out onto the balcony, letting the night air wash over her like a balm.The city lay quiet beneath her. Peaceful, for now. Lights glittered like fireflies in the distance. The full moon hung low, brilliant and round, bathing everything in a silver
Lyra, His Second Chance Mate Chapter 122 : Decision
Nyxar POV The door closed with a soft thud behind him, and silence settled over the old stones like dust. Nyxar stood still for a while, breathing in the still air, letting the faint, distant scent of aged incense and cold ash wrap around him like a faded memory.And then he heard a breath. Barely audible, but there. He froze. Head turning, ears sharpening.Outside the door, just beyond the hallway, came the sound of a slow, deliberate inhale - like someone remembering how to breathe after forgetting for too long.Lyra.He didn’t move. Didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. She wasn’t crying, not really. Just… standing there. Breathing.Trying to stay upright.A few moments passed. Then soft footsteps - controlled but heavy - retreated down the corridor. A pause. A door creaked open, then closed gently behind her with a small click.And the silence returned.Nyxar sat down heavily on the edge of the bed, his hands dragging down his face. “Shit,” he muttered.He had forgotten. Forgott
Lyra, His Second Chance Mate Chapter 121 : White Wolf Run
Lyra POVThe shift came easier than she expected. No pain. No resistance. Just a rushing heat in her veins and then a spreading stillness, as if her body had always been waiting to become this.She landed on four paws. And blinked.White.She turned her head, catching the shimmer of pale fur in her peripheral vision. Her coat gleamed silver-white under the filtered sunlight of rising day - soft and wild, almost glowing against the cracked stones of the temple floor."White?" she asked silently."White," her wolf answered, proud and certain. "You are not what they made you, Lyra. You are what you were born to be. But the resurection changed few things in us. "A strange mix of awe and peace settled in her chest. Before she could dwell on it, Nyxar’s wolf bounded past her - a living shadow made of wind and storm. Powerful. Whole. And undeniably happy. He nudged her, circling like a restless orbit, and her heart lifted at the sight.The joy in his movements was contagious. She gave a qui
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