Princess Lyra Raven crest has always lived in the shadow of expectation, too weak to rule as an omega but the only buffer between her kingdom and her psychotic brother's tyranny. When the Great Council strips Kael of his birthright and names her heir, there is only one problem: the throne demands she marry an alpha, in accordance with ancient law. Then she scents him in the midst of a battle beneath the full moon, pine, winter storms, and clean dominant male. Her mate. Her salvation.Too bad he's Marcus Thornfield, the deadly alpha who's sworn to destroy her kin. Marcus has been hunting for years for the Raven crest prince who murdered his family. He never imagined that he'd find his destined omega among his enemies, her fragrance calling forth every possessive instinct he's tried to bury. She's supposed to be his revenge, not his weakness. But when Kael abducts Marcus in an attempt to force Lyra's hand, she must decide: save her mate and lose her kingdom, or claim her throne and watch the man she loves die. In a world where omegas are underappreciated and alphas rule by strength alone, Lyra will discover that sometimes the greatest power is not in reigning but in summoning the strength to reunite what was always meant to be apart. Because sometimes bonds are stronger than blood. Some loves are worth going to war for. And some omegas are going to change the world.
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Lyra POV
"Kael is here!" the guards shouted.
The arrow whizzed past my face, grazing my skin, before sinking into the wall behind me. I crashed to the ground, my back slamming into the stone as I pressed my trembling hands on my chest.
"Damn it," I muttered.
It's Kael. My brother. Even over the clash of steel below, I could still hear his vow: that he'd take back what was his, no matter who he had to kill.
In the courtyard below, swords clashed and men screamed, their cries drowned by the ringing of steel.
I moved toward the tower window and gripped the wall.
Kael lunged at the guard and drove his sword into the guard's chest. The guard fell, and blood spread all over the ground.
I felt a sharp pain as my stomach twisted. I swallowed the pain.
This is my fault.
My throat burned as I choked back the words, If only the council had chosen my brother. A wolf howled.
Another group joined in. Kael's warriors had brought their hounds.
Should I run away? Or I should return to my room as the weak omega that I am and let the alphas kill themselves.
I couldn't move my leg as I watched people die because of a crown I never desired.
The wind changed, bringing a smell that made my wolf uneasy.
Something caught my breath.
"No!" I held the windowsill; my omega nose didn't lie. "This can't be happening," I whispered. But my body failed me. As heat rushes through my veins.
My heart pounded as I bit my lips to keep quiet. My mate is down there in the middle of the fight. Fighting my family, as the scent grew stronger and closer.
I looked across the courtyard, and I saw him, a drake shape moving between Kael's men like a shadow...
His eye locked on me from a distance..."You," I whispered without meaning to.
His lips curved into the faintest of smiles, as though he heard me, though the clash of steel still rang in the air.
Oh, no, Marcus Thornfield, the winter wolf. My brother's worst enemy. His pack's blood is on Kael's hand. And now he's here, cutting down my guards like a shadow.
He looked up like he felt I was watching him. His nose twitched. He smelled me.
The fighting ended.
For a second, everything stopped.
We gazed at each other, enemies who somehow know each other.
An arrow hit his feet.
He turned as I saw him step forward from the tower window. As his alpha pushed him to break in and take what was in the same way, my omega screamed to go to him.
Then…
"Princess!" Captain Reynolds burst in, blood streaking his armor. He bowed his head, breathless.
"How bad is it?"
"Your brother has withdrawn, Your Highness. This is just a warning; the real fight will come tomorrow."
"Tomorrow," Marcus will be my enemy. This mate, fate has chosen for me, is about to destroy all I was born to protect.
"Princess!" Captain Reynolds drew closer with a concerned voice.
"You are injured? You look pale..."
"I'm fine," I interrupted, hugging myself, though my hands trembled.
"Just tired," I said, forcing a smile.
He studied me for a moment, then sighed. "Very well, your Highness. We'll double the guards at your door tonight."
"That is not necessary..."
"It is," he cut in sharply. His eyes darkened. "Your brother... He might come for you next."
His words hit me like a stone. "Come for me?"
Reynolds' jaw tightened. "Yes," your Highness. "If Kael can't take the throne overnight, he'll take you to control it. Don't underestimate him.
"I looked away. Of course," I murmured, forcing my hands to still.
Reynolds glanced back at the door. "If you need anything tonight...
"I'll call".
He hesitated, then bowed. "Try to rest.
The moment he left, I returned to the window once more. By the time I got to the window, the courtyard was empty; only the dead bodies remained.
Everybody has withdrawn to plan for another attack.
He tempts me. I pressed my head on the wall as I closed my eyes.
In some stories, mates are perfect. What if fate were somehow funny? What if it gives you a lover you will never love without you losing all that you loved?
"Marcus Thornfie," I called his name in the dark. It looks like being saved and cursed at the same time.
Tomorrow I'd like to choose the right alpha to settle with. Someone strong enough to give me the power I needed to take the throne and stop Kael's madness.
The council already had a list of alphas, powerful alphas from important packs, who could help me. But none of them smell like Marcus. None of them will make my heart race by just looking at them. Or any of them, the man the moon goddess has chosen for me.
I turned away from the window, my jaw clenched, not just in resolve but in defense. As if I could change fat itself.
"I, Lyra of Raven Crest, the next queen... I whispered to the empty room. I must protect my people, no matter what it will cost me. Even I was killed. Even if I spent the rest of my life asking myself what might have been."
The tower room grew colder as I stepped towards the door. Each step reminds me of the scent that comes from the courtyard.
And a thought came into my mind.
What if Marcus had felt it too? What if Marcus were pacing around his fortress right now, just as I am restless? What if fate knew exactly what it was doing?
This was reckless. It was treason.
As I left the tower room, moving towards my chamber, I couldn't forget the incident that happened that evening.
War is coming to Raven Crest.
Kael will stop at nothing until he takes what he thought was his. And somewhere out there, my mate is planning on how to destroy my family.
But under all the fighting and hard decisions, one thing is sure.
I found him.
Against everything, my other half is out there. Nothing, no duty, no danger, would keep him from me now. But the biggest question is, what should I do?.
I don't know.
Immediately after I entered my room, I heard the guard taking their post outside my room. Then I realized one thing is certain.
Tonight has changed everything.
There is no going back.
The PregnancyThree months after the constitutional recognition of their perfect government union, Queen Lyra was facing the gilded mirror in their private chambers, her hand gently resting on the slight bulge that had already begun to form beneath her royal robes.The morning sickness had finally dissipated, leaving behind a glow of gold that appeared to emanate from the core.King Marcus slipped in unobserved, his enhanced alpha senses registering the change in her scent that had grown stronger each day, the sweet, distinct smell that announced new life. He approached her with wonder, placing his large hands over hers as both of them felt the marvel developing within."Our successor," he gasped, his voice raw with emotion as the mate bond conveyed his subservient joy and safeguarding instincts. The connection between them vibrated with reciprocal wonder at what they had created together.Lyra lay back against his chest, basking in the sublime equilibrium of their union to encompass t
Ideal PartnershipQueen Lyra attended the joint council session where territorial delegates had gathered to witness governmental coordination that was setting a precedent for unparalleled effectiveness through mate bond partnership that supported rather than undercut one another between royal powers, omega empathic assessment complementing alpha strategic action for taking on complex challenges requiring complementary as opposed to individual efforts.King Marcus took his place at the strategic planning table where military intelligence had been merged with empathic evaluations, alpha tactical expertise being guided by omega emotional intelligence in an effort to create inclusive insight greater than individual capacity through supernatural union that was more effective than customary governmental procedure."Border security assessment," Captain Blake proclaimed, presenting surveillance reports that showed outside threats calling for tactical response and compassionate analysis, milit
The Alpha's SupportKing Marcus entered the interrogation room where ex-General Vorthak was seated in restraints that had been designed to hold increased alpha awareness, his corrupted presence exuding artificial strength that had been designed to overpower empathic potential through paranormal intimidation that was injurious for omega assessment.Lyra remained in the outer room where empathic shielding protected her from direct contact with altered consciousness by enhancement in a manner similar to previous corruption, mate bond connection granting tactical awareness while safety distance avoiding overwhelming omega powers through exposure to spiritual pollution."Confession required," Marcus announced, his alpha voice claiming dominance heightened by bondmate union but unrevised by engineered dominance designed to manage empathic perception, true power able to repel supernatural danger through constitutional instead of corrupted power.Vorthak's denatured awareness attempted to com
Empathic RuleQueen Lyra walked through the residential quarter of the capital as people abandoned morning routines, her empathic abilities extending beyond ceremonial reception halls in a bid to feel genuine constituency needs that might never be detected by conventional administrative reports through documentation that captured political but not affective reality of territorial constituencies.The first awareness to which she was introduced was Master Henrik the cooper, whose beta work was struggling with supply problems that official trade reports had consigned to the solved category, economic records concealing personal suffering through statistical deviation that ignored personal circumstances."Barrel production was affected," Henrik conceded on empathic analysis revealing stress politeness was concealing, professional adversity government statistics had been overlooking through administrative focus on general economic rather than specific measures.".Lyra's omega senses caught
The Heir QuestionQueen Lyra entered the breakfast room specifically designed for quiet discussion but where Duke Ashford's tardiness indicated personal time was once more being interrupted by government issues that did not care for appropriate royal scheduling regardless of mate bond requiring uninterrupted contact in order to help healthy supernatural development."Succession protocols," Duke Ashford ruled abruptly, producing constitutional documents which specified royal breeding standards adopted by prehistoric law that compelled omega queens to bear heir within specified time frame in a bid to guarantee state continuity through lawful line succession and not political designation.Marcus put down his cup with purpose that showed alpha protective behaviors responding to pressure being put on his omega partner, mate bond tension having strain that was building up through systematic privacy violation that governmental duty was enforcing on relationship personal choices."Constitutio
Royal ResponsibilitiesQueen Lyra awoke before the break of dawn to sounds of the urgent knocking on private rooms that were meant to offer refuge from governmental affairs, her empathic powers immediately picking up distress signals from several consciousnesses within the castle whose urgent needs demanded immediate royal intervention despite fatigue that was piling up through weeks of non-stop crisis management.Marcus awoke beside her as mate bond link shared perception of upcoming needs that would distance them despite natural pack impulse demanding close proximity in moments when supernatural abilities were being strained to the limits of what could be maintained through constant public service with no time for personal recovery."Emergency Council meeting," Elena announced from behind the doors of the chamber, her beta administrator tone with apologetic haste about constitutional crisis to be evaluated omega empatihcally prior to daybreak, government necessity that was siphoning
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