I could not understand what was happening. One minute I was rejected by my mates and the next minute I was getting another one?
"I don't understand Alpha Kyle, I already had two mates." I told him. "And who are they?" He asked with sparks in his eyes. "Alpha Damon and Damien." I said. "And they have claimed you already?" He asked. "No, they rejected me." I said and bowed my head in shame. Alpha Kyle’s dark eyes didn’t waver. His lips curved slightly, not into a smile, but something harder, sharper. "Good because now they no longer matter." His voice was low, confident, and it sent a shiver down my spine. "What matters is that my wolf feels the bond. It’s stronger than anything." His certainty made my head spin. How could he be so sure? Everything felt wrong—how could I belong to three Alphas? It didn’t make sense. Nothing made sense. "But I can’t be…" I began, but the words faltered, my voice trembling. I felt so small, standing in front of him, my thoughts a chaotic jumble. "How can I have more than one mate?" Kyle’s gaze softened, just slightly, but there was no doubt in his voice. "You can." He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming, making the room feel smaller. "But now, you have just me." He said. My chest tightened, panic creeping up my throat. "Please," I whispered, backing away from him, my legs trembling beneath me. "I don’t understand. Just… let me go." For a moment, silence hung between us, heavy and suffocating. Alpha Kyle studied me, his eyes searching my face as if he could read every thought that raced through my mind. Then, to my surprise, he nodded. "I’ll wait," he said, his voice calm but firm. "But don’t think for a second that I’m giving up. You’re mine, Lyra. Whether you understand it now or not." I couldn’t hold his gaze any longer. My heart hammered against my ribs as I turned and fled, my breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps. The corridors blurred around me as I ran, each step echoing the confusion and fear that tore through me. How could this be happening? One moment, I was unwanted, unnoticed—and now, I was torn between bonds I didn’t understand. Damon and Damian’s rejection still stung, a raw wound that hadn’t even begun to heal. But now there was Kyle, and his certainty only deepened my confusion. I reached my small room, shutting the door behind me with trembling hands. Leaning against the cold stone wall, I closed my eyes, trying to quiet the whirlwind of thoughts racing through my mind. My body shook with exhaustion, my muscles aching from the tension of the last few days. I didn’t know what to feel. Kyle’s bond was undeniable—I had felt it the moment our eyes met. But how could I trust that bond when Damon and Damian had done everything they could to deny me? To deny us? The next morning, the pack gathered outside for what was supposed to be a routine meeting, but the air buzzed with a tension I couldn’t quite place. I stood at the back of the crowd, as I always did, hoping to go unnoticed. My heart was still raw, bruised from the events of the previous day, and I had no desire to interact with anyone, least of all the twins or Kyle. But fate had other plans. I spotted Kyle at the front, standing beside Alpha Dominic. My stomach twisted, a familiar knot of anxiety tightening as I watched the two men exchange words. There was something ominous about the way they stood, the way the pack seemed to watch them with wary eyes. Then, I heard it. "I’ve come to ask for a favor, Alpha Dominic," Kyle’s voice carried over the crowd, smooth and commanding. "I would like to take a mate back with me." The world seemed to tilt on its axis, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. A mate? Dominic raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "A mate, you say?" His tone was light, but I could see the interest in his eyes. "And who might that be?" My heart pounded in my chest as Kyle’s eyes scanned the crowd. When his gaze locked onto mine, I felt the air leave my lungs. No. This couldn’t be happening. I shook my head, willing him to look away, to choose someone else. Anyone else. But his next words shattered that hope. "Lyra." The world went still. I felt every eye turn toward me, the weight of their stares pressing down on me like a physical force. My breath caught in my throat, my body frozen in place. No. Not me. Not again. I wanted to disappear, to melt into the shadows, but there was no escape. The pack members parted as Kyle made his way toward me, his gaze never leaving mine. The intensity in his eyes was unnerving, and I felt the familiar pull of the bond between us, stronger now, more insistent. But before he could reach me, two figures stepped forward, blocking his path. Damon and Damian. My heart raced as the tension between them crackled like lightning in the air. Damian’s expression was cold, his jaw clenched, while Damon’s eyes flicked between me and Kyle, a storm brewing behind them. "You can’t take her," Damian said, his voice sharp, almost a growl. Kyle’s lips curved into a mocking smile. "And why not? From what I know, she is not mated to anyone ." "That’s not your decision to make," Damon cut in, his voice low and dangerous. Confusion twisted in my chest, my pulse quickening as I watched them, torn between the anger in the twins’ voices and the certainty in Kyle’s eyes. What did they want? They had rejected me, denied me to their father, to everyone. Why were they fighting now? "She’s our mate," Damon said, his voice colder than I’d ever heard it. My breath caught. Our mate I glanced between them, my heart thudding painfully in my chest. What were they doing? They had pushed me away, told me I wasn’t good enough, that I was a liability. And now they were standing here, defending me from Kyle? Kyle crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing as he studied them. "If she’s your mate, why haven’t you claimed her?" His voice was a low challenge, and I could feel the tension in the air thickening. The twins exchanged a glance, but neither of them spoke. The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating, as the entire pack waited for their response. My pulse quickened, anxiety clawing at my throat. Kyle’s smirk grew. "That’s what I thought." Without another word, he reached for my arm, but before he could touch me, Damon stepped between us, his eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and something else—something I couldn’t name. "You’re not taking her," Damon said, his voice hard. Kyle’s gaze flicked between the twins and me, a dark smile playing on his lips. "We’ll see about that."Damon’s POV Rain came down like punishment. It soaked the roofs and turned the paths to mud. I liked the rain that night. It hid footprints. It softened sounds. It made men slower and less sure. I moved through the servants’ passages like a ghost trained to vanish. My men followed close, silent and ready. We kept our faces low beneath cloaks. The oil lamps guttered and the wind stole their light. Perfect weather for a theft. I had waited for the storm. I had let the keep settle into tiredness and false safety. I had bribed a pair of watchmen to stagger their patrols. I had paid for a stable boy’s silence and the key to a side gate. I had maps folded in my head. Each step had been paid for and planned, small coins spent on small men. Most men sold themselves cheap. I used that. Lyra’s power had changed the rules. She hit a priest and broke a ward. That did not make her predictable. It made her dangerous and clever. I did not want to drag a live wire into my hands without a soft
Damian’s POV I slipped into Lyra’s room one evening while she read. She did not startle. She never did when I entered lately. Her eyes were tired, but they carried the raw thing that had held her through loss. She looked at me like someone who measured a man by the weight of his hands. “You should not be here,” she said. “You should not be alone,” I answered. She closed the book and put it aside. “You said you would protect me,” she said, quiet and sharp. “You said that before you buried Kyle.” I did not want to face the memory. My hands shook. “I thought I could keep you safe,” I said. “I thought keeping secrets would save lives.” She laughed once, bitter. “Secrets killed him. They killed him because you chose them for me.” Her words hit like a stone. I did not answer. I wanted to be a man who could stand in the light of truth and not flinch. Instead I had scavenged safety from shadows. “I had a dream,” I said finally. I kept my voice small. “My mother told me… she to
Damian’s POV I dreamed my mother again. The dream came quick and hard, like a hand slamming a door. I stood where the old birch grove used to be. The air smelled like lavender and wet earth. Her hair was the same as in the stories—silver and heavy. Her voice had the sound of wind through dry branches. “Listen,” she said. Her eyes did not soften. They dug into me. “He means to wake it.” I asked who. The word left my mouth small and useless. She pointed without moving, and the ground under my feet shook. I saw a shadow under the Blood Fang mountains. It was huge. Scales like black glass slid inside the cracks. Eyes glowed like coals. Chains held it, thick and old, carved with runes that pulsed like a dying heart. “He will spill her blood,” she said. “The girl’s blood will break the seals. The beast will rise and it will not bow. You must stop him.” I told her she was dead. I told her the past was gone. Her face did not change. “Have I lied to you?” she asked. Her voice turne
Lyra’s POV The mark flared so hard that a gasp tore from me. Pain cut across my chest. I could not tell if it came from the wound or the memory or the man beside me. I wanted him to touch me. I hated that need like a rot. I wanted to punch him. I wanted to beg him. I wanted my life back. “Admit it,” he said suddenly. His voice fell away from quiet and landed like iron. “Admit you feel it. Admit the bond pulls you. Say it. Say you feel me.” I spat at the world. “I feel you,” I said, and the words shredded me. I had said them and I had not meant them the way he wanted. “I feel you, and I hate what I feel.” I watched the hurt flash across his face. I watched the way a man tried to hide that his hold on my heart mattered to him. He stepped close enough that I felt the heat off his skin. His hand brushed my jaw. I flinched. The bond sang. My knees nearly gave. “You can hate it,” he said, voice soft, “but do not lie about it.” “You are him,” I bit back. “You are the same as Domi
Damian’s POVWe circled each other with words as if we sharpened them into edges. We both knew we needed each other. We both knew Dominic would not fall if we did not press at the same time on two fronts. I could storm his fortress. Damon could open his papers. Together we could make him bleed and then finish him. Alone we were easy to break. “Fine,” I said finally. “We will do it your way for now.” He let out a short laugh. “That is wise.” “But,” I added, slow and deliberate, “when he falls, I will end him. Not you. Not some council. I will finish what needs finishing. Do you understand?” His smile flickered but did not die. “I understand you want the glory. I understand that you need a clean kill. You may have it—if you keep your head and wait for the right moment.” We shook hands. It was a brief, cold clasp. Allies had to make contact. Pacts needed a touch. The mill smelled of rot and old grain. The sound of our hands was hollow in my ears. I left him standing in the du
Damon’s POVSomeone shouted in the hall and the noise came like the cracking of dried wood. A shadow moved under the door and a blade flashed. Not mine. Not one of mine. Damian’s men were awake and they came like fanatics. The plan that had been a clean cut now had edges. I had to decide fast. Stay and fight a war that would wake the keep, or leave with what little advantage I still held. I let go. It was not surrender. It was a calculation. I stepped back and laughed softly. My men slipped into the shadows, and I left open the door like an invitation. Let them see me flee. Let them think they had won. They would see later that I had taken enough from them to make the ground shift. Lyra did not watch me go. She did not look at my men as we melted into the passages. She watched the door like it might reopen and claim her. In that look I felt a sharp thing land in me. Not ownership. Not love. Something thin and dangerous. When I reached the outer wall, I tasted iron in my mouth and