Lyra’s POV
My hand trembled as memories resurfaced. It's him, the ruthless Alpha who had killed my father. The revelation hangs heavy in the air, like a dark shadow over the room.The pack doctor and Beta Zach leave the room, sensing the fizz of tension that now fills the space. I can't tear my gaze away from him. Anger stirs within me, and I feel it building.Sasha whimpers, sensing the agony that grips me, as the Lycan king's gaze bores into mine. His presence feels like a threat, and I struggle to contain the emotions that threaten to burst over. Then I finally found my voice. "You?" I utter, my question hanging in the air. His face remains locked into mine, emotionless, as I sense him moving.Instinctively, I push myself back into the bed, creating physical distance, but the emotional turmoil remains, along with the harsh truth.I don't want to believe it's anything other than a dream, but when he moves closer to me, the wave of disbelief shatters. It's all real; he's here, a reality that sends chills down my spine.He reaches out to my hand, which is placed over the bed. My heart races with conflicted emotions sparking within me. Anger seeped through, and I screamed, "Don't you dare touch me!"He paused, cold eyes locking onto mine, amusement playing in his dark gaze. His lips curled up at the corner, a sinister expression that sent a shiver down my spine."Mate," Sasha's voice echoed in my head, a whisper escaping my lips as my strength drained away. "Please let me go," I pleaded, desperate for an escape from this chilling reality.He tilted his head as his hand reached out to my cheek and said, "Not on my watch, mate.” I feel a magnetic pull as my stomach twists in tight knots, a connection that defies reason as I wrestle to pull away."You are fucking beautiful," he mutters as he pulls his hand away.Finding one's mate should be a blessing, but I feel disappointed; the moon goddess seems to have made a mistake"How can he be my mate? I thought he had a mate. I don't seem to know much about him, but all I know is that he was mated to a beautiful she-wolf.” Then I find my voice and stutter, "Y..you k.killed my father. Moon goddess, have to be kidding with me.""You sound disappointed," he says as he arches his brows with no show of emotions. After all, he is the ruthless Lycan king of the Moonpeak Pack.His name alone invokes fear; the tales of his fierce action in battle spread like wildfire. He strikes terror into the hearts of those who dare cross his path, and people fear at the mere mention of his name.Tears flow from my eyes freely without control. "I don't want to be here," I whine. He cups my cheek. I'm taken aback as my breath hitches in my throat, sparks hitting me at full force. I feel disgusted as I hurriedly shake my head and pry his hand off my face.I sense him stiffen at my touch, with a slight hint of some emotions in his eyes. Immediately, as it comes, it goes away, the coldness returning.He gets up, gives me a long stare, and walks out the door.Moon goddess has so much hate for me to give me a mate like Kessler. I can't bear it as pain squeezes my heart. I can't accept him as my mate. No, I can't, as a surge of emotions overwhelms me. I am numb, helpless, and drained of emotions as I grab my hair with anger and let out a loud cry."Fuck my life, I can't be like this, crying like a lady in distress. I've been broken before and won't allow it to repeat itself," I mutter, taking a look at the door as a smile rises to my lips.Hastily, I push myself up from the bed, my heart pounding with beats as I move to the door. With determined steps, I walk out of the room, looking around; there is no one in sight.I make my way and see two guys talking, feeling relieved when they don't glance my way. I let out a sigh I didn't know I was holding as I found myself breathing in the fresh air."Where are we going?" Sasha asks in my head."Anywhere but not here," I reply defiantly."But he is our mate," she says as I roll my eyes.There is a sort of celebration going on. I hide in a corner until the coast is clear, then tiptoe and go out the gate of the Moonpeak Pack.Overwhelmed with joy, I run into the woods and pause for a while to catch my breath. I take off my clothes, shift to my wolf form, and carry my clothes in my mouth as I run, not looking back for once.With each step, I contemplate where to go. I can't go back to Tristan; I know he wants me dead. I don't have a plan. It is stupid to stay with someone who killed my father. "I can't accept him as my fated mate. If I had the chance, I'd reject him," Sasha groans in my head at the thought of rejecting my mate.Tired, I stop at a tree. I shift back into my human form, wear my dress, and lean on a tree trunk. Within minutes, I fell asleep.I sense something is off as I notice footsteps around me. I open my eyes, look around, and realize I am surrounded by wolves. They aren't familiar.I panic and hurriedly stand up, trying to shift into my wolf. Then, a man steps out and says, "Don't bother."My eyes widen like saucers as I realize who he is. His voice sends chills down my spine as memories flood my mind.Thanks you for reading 😊
Our gaze locked, and I swallowed hard, tears streaming down, blurring my vision. His sword ascended, landing firmly on my chin, and my breath caught in my throat.He tilted my head up, the blade digging into my flesh, blood flowing from the wound. I questioned my decision to leave Moonpeak without a plan, and Sasha's voice echoed, "You can't stand your father’s killer."My uncle, a menacing figure, commands fear as an Alpha, he took over after my father's death.My father and uncle were once close, and I couldn't comprehend why he changed abruptly after being brutally murdered by the Lycan king, Kessler. He had vowed vengeance, but it seemed my uncle wasn't a match for the feared Lycan.He circled me, a devious smirk playing on his face. "Is he your mate?"With a shaky breath my heartbeat racing fast I answered "Yes, he is." Uncertain of his intentions, I couldn't shake the feeling that my uncle was up to no good. His sinister laughter echoed, and a chill ran down my spine. "He's up
Kessler’s POVI quietly follow Lyra when I sense she isn't in the room. I overhear all her conversations with her uncle, plotting against me. That jerk – I regret not dealing with him when I had the opportunity!I have concealed my scent using a spell to remain undetected.I am furious with her for leaving the pack. Why would the moon goddess give me a second chance mate?The council had been pressuring me to choose a mate, and Annie, chosen by the council, seemed like a suitable match. But the unexpected twist with Lyra broke every barrier I had built over the years.Why does it bother me? I convince myself I don't want her, but the war in my heart tells a different story.I had ordered her to stay in her room, forbidding her from seeing the sun. But as I step out of my office, her scent fills the air.My wolf whimpered in pleasure, reveling in the presence of his mate. Despite my stoic facade, I can't ignore the magnetic pull as I storm towards her.She stands on the balcony, looking
Lyra’s POVAs I sit up on the bed, a haze clouds my memory, making me struggle to piece together how I ended up here.Images from last night flood my mind—confrontations with my uncle, Kessler confining me to a room, and the moment he angrily dragged me to his chamber.The recollection makes me gasp, and I hurry to the mirror to check for the mark. I feel disgusted seeing it.The intensity of Kessler's Lycan aura must have overwhelmed me, causing me to pass out.In a daze, I rush to the bathroom. I look through the mirror, and the mark on my neck haunts me.I can't escape the fact that I am now unmistakably tied to Kessler, the one person I never wanted to be connected with.I undress, feeling vulnerable and exposed. I clutch the sponge tightly and scrub my neck vigorously, desperate to erase the mark that connects me to Kessler.With each scrub, I feel pains I can't explain. It's like an attempt to rid myself of the unwanted tie, but the mark stays.Overwhelmed with helplessness, I st
I hurriedly distanced myself, not wanting him to witness the pain in my eyes as he appeared comfortable with a she-wolf I didn't recognize.Sasha, my wolf, growls, eager to take control witnessing the lady's closeness to Kessler, but I manage to suppress her.Turning away from that scene, I go ahead. The fragrance of flowers fills my senses, momentarily distracting me, as I walk to the source of the fragrance.As I follow the enchanting scent, the path leads me to a stunning garden. A gentle breeze carries their sweet aroma. Inhaling deeply, I take in the fresh air.Suddenly, a voice interrupts my thoughts."It's beautiful, isn't it, my lady?" The speaker has a charming smile, and I am captivated by the moment.I gaze at him in silence, observing him. He is a young man with a natural charm. His physical traits are captivating, with his well-defined jawline. His eyes are alluring, and his tousled dark hair has a hint of rugged appeal, making it hard to look away.He clears his throat to
The note I saw in my room was sent by my uncle, but how it got there is a mystery I'm still trying to unveil. I rushed to the window, looking to see if there were any odd things there.But everything looked plain and perfect, so I hurriedly closed the curtain, hoping that whoever dropped the letter could still lurk around.I sat down in my room, still on edge over what I just witnessed. I tried to sleep, but the emotional rollercoaster I'd felt kept me awake. Sleep eludes me.But the knock on the door startles me. When I open my eyes, I realize it's morning because Julie cheerfully greets me, "Good morning, Lyra."Can't believe I finally fell asleep, but I still feel tired and didn't have a great sleep."Good morning, Julie.""Did you sleep well? You don't look too well, and that reminds me, you looked edgy when I escorted you to the room.”"Yeah, I managed to get some sleep," I reply, forcing a smile despite feeling drained.The thought of Kessler lingers in my mind. He makes me feel
Kessler's POVAfter my last encounter with Lyra, I decided to steer clear of her for two weeks, not wanting to find myself in another compromising situation.My wolf, Dolph, yearns for her, and at times, he urges me to go to her room and check on her. As I approach her door, I sense her soft breathing, indicating that she is sound asleep.I hesitate at her door, torn between my wolf's desire and my efforts to maintain distance. The conflicting emotions make every step closer feel like a battle.Gently pushing the door open, I see her peacefully sleeping.Her beauty captivates me—her hourglass figure, dark flowing hair, perfect cheekbones, and pointed nose create an enchanting allure. Every detail of her appearance holds a magnetic pull, and I find myself drawn to the effortless charm that radiates from her.Lyra is a mystery I feel compelled to unravel. I've instructed Zach, my beta, to delve into her past; she carries the air of someone who has faced numerous challenges.There are mom
The letter I found in my room had me on edge. I couldn't stop thinking about how it ended up there. Was it Julie? Maybe, maybe not. She seemed nice, but who knows? Then, my mind wandered to the creepy guy I bumped into while escaping Kessler.Who does he want me to meet? I pondered again. "Maybe our mate misses us more than we can imagine," Sasha said.I rolled my eyes at Sasha as I slipped into a flowing red gown, feeling a mix of nerves and anticipation.As I smoothed down the fabric of my dress, my heart raced with a mix of curiosity and fear. What if I find that man with the evil smirk there? What if there was some kind of danger lurking in the shadows?But despite the uncertainty, I squared my shoulders and forced myself to push those thoughts aside. I had to be brave, for myself. Whatever awaited me at the meeting, I was ready to face it head-on.After making sure I looked my best and applying a bit of makeup, I stole a glance at the mirror, satisfied with my appearance.As I st
As the footsteps drew nearer, the familiar scent of citrus and vanilla filled my senses, instantly recognizable as my mother's fragrance. "Mother," I muttered under my breath, my heart yearning to run to her embrace. But an invisible force seemed to hold me back, keeping me rooted to my seat.Despite the pull towards my mother, I couldn't shake off the weight of Kessler's intense gaze, his eyes locked on me with a mixture of emotions. As my uncle and mother settled at the table, I couldn't tear my eyes away from her. But she completely ignored me, leaving me feeling invisible and insignificant in her presence."How are you, my niece?" my uncle's voice broke through the tension, an attempt to lighten the atmosphere. But I couldn't muster a response, my disdain for his efforts evident in my silence. As the table was set and dishes were served, my thoughts raced with concern for my mother. What had my uncle done to her? She sat staring at the food before her, her expression distant and