LOGINI'm genuinely sorry for the inconsistencies in the names, Myra and Lyra, the original book was meant to be Lyra but I had to change because my editor felt it rhymed too much with Lyka, and for some of the discrepancies, I do have a little problem in remembering and I'll work on that, thank you for making this far.
Myra frowned. “What do you mean by that? I don’t remember doing anything to you. From the day you entered the Hendrix household, I was always kind to you.” Lyka’s grip on the gun tightened. “Cut the bullshit, you're obviously lying.” “I never did anything wrong to you,” Myra insisted again. Lyka let out a bitter laugh. “But your presence did. Your whole existence has always been a thorn in my flesh.” Her voice shook with years of buried resentment. “You were the Alpha’s daughter. The prized princess. While I was just the dirty bastard. You said it yourself once — my mother could secure a proper name for Elvis, but I would forever be known as the bastard daughter.” Her eyes burned with anger. “Do you think it was easy living in your shadow? I was never just Lyka. I was Myra’s new sister. Myra’s new playmate. Half of my childhood, even my so-called friends looked down on me because I wasn’t the ‘right’ daughter.” Myra stared at her in shock. She had never known Lyka carried that
Victoria looked at Lyka once more, still slightly unsettled by how flawless the disguise was. Even standing this close, she could barely recognize her. She shook her head, forcing herself to focus. “So what’s the plan?” Lyka only smiled. “Don’t worry. Everything will be just fine.” Before Victoria could press further, the sound of arriving cars drew her attention. Outside the hall, Carl’s vehicle pulled up, followed closely by his best men, Matteo and Dante. The moment Victoria saw her brother’s car, she quickly excused herself and walked away from Lyka. From a short distance away, Isla watched the exchange with a faint frown. She did not recognize the lady speaking with Victoria but she didn’t think much about it. Lyka’s eyes slowly scanned the hall. After a brief moment, she took out her phone and sent a short message. After some few minutes, some noise rose near the entrance. The bride had arrived. Lyka moved closer, blending naturally among the guests as she positione
“Just a little more sleep…” Myra muttered groggily, still feeling the effects of the alcohol from the night before. “Wake up! Everybody, wake up!” Bria insisted, shaking her lightly. “The makeup artists and hairstylists will arrive soon. You all need to freshen up and look beautiful.” From the other side of the room, Riley and Melissa let out soft groans of protest. Myra slumped back against the pillows, but Bria was not having it. She pulled her up from the bed and began forcing all of them to get moving. One by one, everyone started getting prepared. The maids brought warm water and light breakfast. Soon after, the stylists arrived and began working efficiently. Their gowns were delivered, due to their status, they were able to book last minute gowns for Melissa and Riley who agreed to be her bridesmaids the night before.. Soft music played in the background as the girls took turns getting their hair done and their makeup carefully applied. The atmosphere was filled with exc
Seeing Matteo’s official statement, George clicked his tongue. Just as he had predicted, Matteo remained stubborn and unyielding. Instead of explaining himself or softening the situation, he released a cold warning that only threw the public into deeper chaos causing a controversy which he would use to his advantage later on. “Enjoy being king for as long as you can,” he muttered under his breath. Meanwhile, the viral video did nothing to spoil Myra’s mood. She had long grown used to standing in the public eye. Instead of dwelling on the online storm, she focused her energy on helping Bria with the wedding preparations. That afternoon, the two of them went out together. Myra wore a simple disguise, not because she was afraid of the public, but because she did not want to attract unnecessary attention that might interfere with their plans. After booking the makeup artists and finalizing the dresses, they also bought several bottles of wine to celebrate. By the time they returned
Matteo stepped out of the bathroom and immediately noticed the change in Myra’s expression. Without hesitation, he walked over to her side.“Is there a problem?” he asked.Myra simply turned the phone toward him and played the video.Matteo watched in silence. As the recording showed her kicking George through the doorway, his brows slowly drew together. The longer he stared at the screen, the colder his expression became.Myra knew that look well. When Matteo went quiet like this, it was never a good sign.Then, unexpectedly, he smiled.But that smile only made her more uneasy.Without another word, he turned away and began getting dressed.“Where are you going?” Myra asked.“What does it look like?” Matteo replied coldly. “There is a fucking spy in my household feeding information to the rats outside.”Myra’s expression tightened at once. “And your uncle? Don’t be impulsive and go after him right now. It might be a trap.” She hesitated for a second before adding, “Thankfully, I’m th
Victoria bit her lip and remained silent, carefully weighing her choices. While everyone around her moved forward with their lives, she was left behind, drowning in bitterness. Her fists clenched tightly at her sides. On the other end of the line, Lyka noticed the hesitation and smiled. “You don’t need to do anything dangerous this time,” she said smoothly. “I heard your brother is getting married. And apparently, your future sister-in-law is Myra’s very close friend.” Victoria frowned. “What’s it to you?” Lyka clicked her tongue. “You sound very dissatisfied. But don’t worry. If you help me, I can make sure that wedding never happens as a bonus” Victoria’s patience finally snapped. “What do you really want, Lyka? Go straight to the point. I’m tired of your vague responses.” There was a short pause, then Lyka stopped beating around the bush “What I actually want is simple. I need an invitation… and a way to get in. After that, leave the rest to me. You have nothing to lose.” V
Okay… is she awake?”“I think so.”“Good. That makes things easier.”Myra squinted as the voices reached her, her vision still blurred and heavy with sleep. Everything felt distant, like she was being dragged back into her body against her will. Slowly, shapes began to form in front of her, though
“Thud.”A body hit the cold ground.“Is she dead yet?” one of the guards asked, nudging her with his boot.The other crouched beside her, placing two fingers beneath her nose before letting out a quiet breath. “She’s still breathing.”“Good. The Alpha made it clear he doesn’t want her dead.”They l
A maid pulled her over stuffing a bonquet flower in her hands, "The wedding ceremony is starting and the Luna said you should go in first as the bridesmaid," "I don't even want to be... " The maid hurried back, "Sorry I'm just following orders," she tried to move when the spotlight shone on her. Sh
Alpha Ryan hurried forward with a group of maids trailing behind him, forcing a big respectful smile on his face. “Your Majesty,” he said, “Welcome to the Crimson Moon Pack.” The tall figure who stepped out of the black Maybach barely looked at him. He gave a small nod. “There’s no need coming to







