LOGINCHAPTER 5Lyra's POVI woke up with the sunrise streaming through the window, my body stiff from barely sleeping after Nathan's strange midnight appearance. I had spent hours lying in the dark trying to make sense of why he had been standing in my doorway like that, staring at me with that look of raw hunger and pain on his face.Now, in the morning light, I was more confused than ever. And angry, I deserved answers about what the hell that was about.I threw off the covers and got dressed quickly, pulling on jeans and a simple t-shirt, my hands were shaking slightly as I brushed my hair, whether from nerves or anger I couldn't tell, or maybe probably both."Are you really going to confront him?" Ivy asked, sounding almost impressed. "Finally growing a backbone?""Shut up," I muttered, but I didn't close off our connection. She was right. I needed to stop being a coward and demand answers.I marched out of my room and down the hallway to Nathan's bedroom. My heart was pounding but I
CHAPTER 4Lyra's POVI sat on the edge of the guest bed, staring at the plain white walls around me, my suitcase lay open on the floor where I had abandoned it an hour ago, clothes still folded inside because I couldn't bring myself to unpack them, unpacking felt too permanent, like accepting this nightmare was really happening.My stomach growled loudly, reminding me I hadn't eaten anything since yesterday. I pressed my hand against it, trying to make the hunger go away through sheer willpower. But my body wasn't cooperating. Another loud grumble echoed through the quiet room."You need to eat something," Kael said gently in my mind."I know," I replied silently, not moving from the bed. "But that means going out there. That means seeing him."The thought of walking through Nathan's house, of potentially running into him in the hallway or kitchen, made my chest feel tight. What would I even say to him? How was I supposed to act normal when everything inside me was screaming?"You ca
Chapter 3Lyra's POV"Could you place your luggage here please," the security lady said, pointing to the conveyor belt with a bored expression.I quickly lifted my bag onto the scanning machine, watching it disappear into the tunnel. My chest felt heavier with each passing second. I hadn't slept at all last night, tossing and turning as I tried desperately not to think about Nathan. But every time I closed my eyes, I could see his cold face from yesterday morning, and hear his cruel words echoing in my head.The machine beeped and my bag emerged on the other side."Here, you can go ahead," the security officer gestured toward the departure gates.I reached for my bag, but my mind was somewhere else entirely, lost in memories I was trying so hard to escape."Miss?" The lady called again, louder this time."Oh, I'm sorry," I said quickly, grabbing my bag and hurrying toward the waiting area.Two years. If I didn't see Nathan or hear about him for two years, maybe I could finally forget
Chapter 2 Lyra's POV I stood outside my front door with my hand pressed against the wooden surface, my heart hammering so hard against my ribs I thought it might burst. I really hadn't wanted to follow Nathan last night. I still couldn't understand what force had pushed me to go after him, what madness had made me think it was a good idea. I was about to push the door open when it suddenly swung inward, making me stumble backward in surprise. My brother Marcus stood in the doorway, his familiar face looking concerned and slightly annoyed. I swallowed hard, trying to keep my expression neutral as I met his eyes. "Hi Marcus," I managed to say, though my voice came out shakier than I'd hoped. I cleared my throat and tried to sound more normal. "Where were you last night?" he asked directly, his brown eyes scanning my face like he was looking for lies. I gripped the hem of my shirt tighter, my fingers twisting the fabric nervously. Of course no one knew I had followed Nathan. Of co
Chapter 1Lyra's POVI wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him closer against me. My body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for more contact. His deep groan vibrated through his chest and into mine, making everything inside me clench with desperate need.My fingers dug into his shirt as he continued kissing and sucking at my neck. He grabbed my waist, half-pulling, half-lifting me toward the bedroom. I felt more like a doll being moved than a person being carried. I knew this was wrong. I knew I shouldn't be here in his arms, and shouldn't be enjoying every second of this forbidden moment.But I couldn't stop myself.He set me down on the bed and hovered over me, his eyes were dark as usual, cold and distant. These were the same eyes I claimed to hate.The same eyes I'd fantasized about gouging out of his perfect face. The same eyes that usually looked right through me, that glared at me with cold indifference whenever our paths crossed.He dropped onto the bed







