LOGINHunted by men. Marked by the Moon Goddess. Claimed by the Alpha. For seven years, Lyra Vale has lived in fear. Captured and hunted by dangerous men who believe she carries a mysterious power connected to the Moon Goddess, Lyra finally escapes with nothing but the hope of freedom. Weak, broken, and unsure if her wolf even exists anymore, she collapses at the border of the powerful Shadow Fang Pack. But fate has other plans. Alpha Damon Blackwood, the cold and feared leader of the pack, never expected to find his mate in a fragile girl on the verge of death. Yet the moment he sees Lyra, his wolf recognizes her. His mate. There’s only one problem—Lyra cannot feel the bond at all. As Damon struggles to protect the mysterious girl who awakens something dangerous inside him, enemies from her past begin to close in. Dark secrets about her captivity slowly surface, revealing that the strange mark on her body is not just a blessing—it is a power powerful enough to start a war among werewolves. With danger outside the pack and betrayal hiding within, Damon must make a choice: Protect the woman fate chose for him… Or sacrifice her to save his pack.
View MoreThe southern border didn’t fall loudly. It didn’t explode. It slipped open. Like something had been holding it shut from the other side—and finally let go. By the time Damon arrived, the damage was already spreading. Trees near the edge of the territory stood split down the middle. The ground was scorched in uneven patterns, not fire, not ice—something in between, like reality itself had been scraped raw. Warriors were already forming a defensive line. Oliver stood at the front. “They came from beneath the ridge line,” he said quickly as Damon approached. “Not over it. Not through patrol gaps.” Damon’s eyes narrowed. “Underground?” Oliver nodded once. “That’s what survivors are saying.” Lyra stepped forward before anyone could stop her. Damon immediately turned. “No.” “I didn’t even say anything yet.” “You were going to.” Kaia muttered behind her, “He’s getting good at you.” Lyra ignored her. Her wrist still burned faintly, but not as violently as before—like whate
Lyra avoided everyone the next morning. Successfully? No. Absolutely not. The second she stepped into the courtyard, three different wolves smirked at her. One of them actually bowed dramatically. “Good morning, Luna.” Lyra stopped walking immediately. “…don’t start.” The wolf grinned. “Too late.” Kaia nearly fell over laughing somewhere behind her. Lyra turned slowly. “You are enjoying this way too much.” “A dangerous amount,” Kaia admitted. Lyra muttered something under her breath and kept walking. Unfortunately— The bond betrayed her again. Because the moment Damon stepped into the courtyard— She felt it. That awareness. Immediate. Sharp. Like her body recognized him before her mind did. Annoying. Very annoying. Damon’s gaze found hers almost instantly. And somehow— After last night— Everything felt different. More real. More dangerous. Not because of enemies. Because now there was something between them neither of them could pretend away anymore.
By evening, everyone knew. Not officially. No one said anything directly. But the looks? The smirks? The very obvious whispering whenever Lyra walked past? Yeah. Everyone knew. “This is your fault,” Lyra muttered as she walked beside Kaia toward the dining hall. Kaia looked offended. “My fault?” “You encourage people.” “I encourage entertainment.” “That’s not better.” Kaia grinned shamelessly. “You should’ve seen your face at the river.” Lyra groaned. “I hate this pack.” “No, you don’t.” “…okay, maybe not all the time.” The dining hall buzzed with noise when they entered—wolves moving between long wooden tables, food being passed around, overlapping conversations loud enough to drown each other out. The second Lyra stepped inside— Several heads turned. Not subtle. At all. Lyra immediately stopped walking. “…why are they looking at me like that?” Kaia nearly laughed. “Oh, this is incredible.” “Kaia.” “You wore the Alpha’s shirt back into the main hall.” L
For the next few days— Nothing exploded. No creatures rose from the ground. No strange symbols appeared. No one tried to kidnap Lyra. Honestly, it felt suspicious. But also— Nice. The pack settled into routine again, and for the first time since arriving, Lyra started feeling less like a guest and more like… part of it. Not fully. But enough. Enough that people stopped going silent every time she entered a room. Enough that younger wolves actually spoke to her now instead of staring nervously from a distance. Enough that someone shoved a broom into her hand that morning and said, “You live here too.” Which was rude. But weirdly comforting. ⸻ By afternoon, the weather had warmed enough for most of the pack to gather near the river clearing behind the territory. Some trained. Some swam. Some argued loudly over grilled food. Normal. Kaia dropped onto the grass beside Lyra with a dramatic sigh. “I’m tired.” “You’ve done nothing all day.” “I supervised.” “You hara






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