Mag-log inRonon’s POVI needed Gregory’s help for trade in the North, but every time I saw him casting those lingering looks at Lyra, my stomach tightened with anger.He was being more than friendly, and she, for some reason, seemed to welcome it, laughing a little too warmly at his jokes, her eyes shining just a bit too brightly. I knew I couldn’t reprimand her in front of him; that would be unfair and humiliating. So, I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to stay silent, to swallow down the bitter frustration building up inside me. I didn’t let out a breath until she elegantly turned him down when he asked her to dance. That brought me a small wave of relief, but it didn’t wash away my worry entirely.Why was I even worried? Lyra was ours—claimed and marked. Yet, I couldn’tshake the nervous tension that gnawed at me, the lingering fear that maybe, just maybe, Gregory was getting to her. He looked at her with a hunger that made my blood boil, as if he were under her spell. And maybe he was —Lyra
Lyra’s POVDax’s playful words echoed in my mind.“Hmmm, I guess you’ll have to convince Ronon, because he’s losing his mind.”I glanced over to where Ronon sat, his gaze fixed intently on us, a mix of protectiveness and simmering jealousy burning in his eyes. Sensing the moment, Dax and I danced toward him, and Dax gently let me go, leaving me safely in Ronon’s arms.“I hope you’re ready,” I teased, smiling up at him, “because I’ll need all my energy to keep up.”Ronon’s growl was low, possessive, unmistakably jealous. “And what was all that with our guest?” he asked, pulling me close, frustration threading his voice.“That was me being your Luna and a gracious host,” I replied, resting my head against his chest as his arms wrapped around me protectively.He sighed, his grip tightening. “He gives me the creeps.”“Me too,” I whispered, laughing softly.He spun me in a twirl before pulling me back against him, his chest firm and warm. His voice dropped to a seductive murmur.“I’d take
Lyra’s POVGregory approached me with a smooth, almost predatory air, his blue eyes focused intently on me. “How do you like it here, Luna?” he asked. He was a striking man—red hair, muscular build, and around Ronon’s age—but there was something unsettling in his gaze. He was undeniably handsome, but I felt no attraction toward him. If anything, his attention made me uneasy, as if there were more behind his words than he let on.“It’s amazing,” I replied, keeping my tone light, polite. He gave a small nod, his eyes searching mine as if he were trying to unravel something hidden within me.“Where are you from?” he continued, tilting his head slightly, his eyes narrowing with curiosity. “You look more like a Southerner.”I gave him a small smile, nodding. “Well, you guessed right. I am a Southerner who traveled north to find my mates.” The moment I said it, I heard a low, protective growl from Dax, a reminder that my mates were always watchful, always aware.Gregory leaned in, his gaze
Lyra’s povMy heart skipped a beat as I quickly took out a handkerchief, wiping it away before any of my mates noticed. Luckily, the pain faded as quickly as it had come, leaving no lingering migraine, but the ominous feeling only grew stronger.“Gregory,” Ronon’s voice cut through the tension, pulling Gregory’s gaze away from me. He blinked, momentarily disoriented, before refocusing on Ronon.“Good day, Alpha Ronon,” he said, bowing in a show of respect. “It is an honour to be in Redcape.” Ronon returned the nod, his expression calm but watchful.Gregory moved down the line, exchanging polite greetings with Keal and Dax. Yet even as he did, his eyes kept flickering back to me, lingering far too long, far too intently. The attention felt invasive, like fingers brushing where they didn’t belong.I could feel Shadow, Ronon’s wolf, growling low in my mind, and I knew Ronon felt it too. He didn’t take kindly to anyone ogling me—especially not right in front of him.“And who is this beaut
Lyra’s POVThe months passed, and my bond with Ronon, Kael, and Dax deepened in ways I hadn’t anticipated. They each had layers that continued to surprise me, am strength tempered with kindness, passion wrapped in gentle understanding. They made me feel treasured, valued, and safe. My world was full, richer than I’d ever dreamed, and yet, shadows lingered on the edges of my happiness.When they suggested a visit to the South, my heart tightened. The South was where I had been sold, a place tainted by betrayal and pain. Facing those who had once traded my life away felt like a nightmare I wasn’t ready to confront. The thought of seeing David, the one who had orchestrated mysuffering, stirred a deep anger within me. If I saw him again, I knew I would demand justice. I couldn’t forgive or forget, and I wasn’t sure if I ever wanted to.Despite these reservations, life continued smoothly. My role as Luna was fulfilling, challenging, and sometimes even amusing. Stasia had made several clum
Lyra’s POVI carefully slipped out of bed, trying not to wake anyone, and tiptoed to the bathroom. My body felt warm and tingly as I undressed, memories from the night flooding back to me with every movement.Standing in front of the mirror, I paused, my breath catching as I saw myself—red marks scattered over my skin, vivid reminders of last night. Each one was like a little secret, a story written in kisses and firm hands. The passion we’d shared left its mark, quite literally, and I couldn’t help but laugh softly, my heart racing with the thrill of it all.This was real. They were mine, and I was theirs, I was officially their Luna. My chest swelled with pride and happiness, emotions rushing over me like a wave. Still feeling a bit dazed, I turned on the shower and let the warm water cascaded over me. Closing my eyes, I breathed deeply, trying to wash away the night while savouring every memory.But then, as I stood there, the faint scent of cinnamon filled the steamy air. I smile






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