LOGINWhen her mate betrayed her with her own sister, Lyra felt her world shatter and her soul burn with the agony of a broken bond. Swearing never to be weak again, she returns with one goal revenge. To destroy the man who betrayed her, she sets her sights on the one man he fears the most: his father, the cold and ruthless Alpha. But as Lyra steps into the Alpha’s world of power, secrets, and forbidden desire, she discovers a terrifying truth while she was planning her revenge, he had been watching her long before her heart was broken. And when love and vengeance collide, only one will survive.
View MoreSix months of hell can change a person.I stared at my reflection in the floor to ceiling mirrors of the training room. The girl who had crawled into Alpha Darius’s car was gone. That girl had been a victim, a broken thing with mud in her hair and a shattered heart.The woman staring back at me was a stranger.My body was lean, composed of hard, functional muscle. The soft curves of a pampered high ranking daughter had been burned away by hours of combat and miles of running through the concrete canyons of New York. My skin had a healthy glow, but my eyes were different. They were older. Colder.I wiped the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand. My breath was steady. My heart didn't race anymore, it beat with the slow, rhythmic thrum of a predator.*Show them,* Nyx whispered.She wasn't a weight in the back of my mind anymore. She was a partner. We had spent the last half year learning to breathe as one. I closed my eyes and reached for the darkness. It didn't fight me. It
The city didn’t smell like the forest. It smelled like exhaust, old garbage, and too many people. The neon lights of New York burned my eyes, a far cry from the bruising purple moon I had left behind in the forbidden woods.My feet were bare. The pavement was cold and gritty, biting into the cuts I had gotten while running through the briars. I had been moving for days, fueled by nothing but spite and the dark, humming hunger of Nyx. I pulled my torn dress tighter around my shoulders. It was a rag now, the white silk stained grey and brown. I looked like a ghost haunting the back alleys, a discarded thing that didn't belong in this world of steel and glass.My wrist throbbed. The broken mark felt like a brand of ice against my skin. I kept my arm pulled close to my chest, hiding the rotting grey symbol from the world. I turned into a narrow alley, hoping for a shortcut or a place to hide for an hour. The shadows here felt different. They didn't feel like Nyx. They felt oily. Dangero
The mud on my shoulder had dried into a stiff, cold crust. Every step I took away from the packhouse felt like pulling my feet out of wet cement. My body was heavy, my heart a lead weight dragging in the dirt. The forest was a wall of black. I didn't have a pack anymore. I didn't have a name. I was just a girl in a torn dress, walking toward a death sentence. I reached the border line, the place where the groomed trails ended and the wild, tangled brush began. The air here was different. It didn't smell like the pack. It smelled like rot and ancient secrets. "Lyra." The voice made my skin crawl. I didn't have to turn around to know who it was. The scent of cedar and expensive soap followed him everywhere. Kael. I stopped. I didn't turn back. I just stared into the darkness of the trees. "Go away, Kael." "You can't go out there," he said. His voice was soft, full of that fake concern that made me want to scream. I heard his boots crunching on the leaves as he got closer. "You're
The silence that followed the roar was louder than the noise itself. It pressed against my eardrums, heavy and suffocating. My breath came in ragged, shallow hitches. I could still feel the heat of the shadow power humming under my skin, but it was retreating, pulling back into the dark corners of my soul where Nyx lived.I looked at my hands. They were trembling. The shadows that had wrapped around me like a protective cloak were gone, leaving me standing there in my ruined, dirt-stained white dress. I felt naked. I felt exposed under the cold, purple light of the dying moon."What was that?" someone whispered from the back of the crowd. The question broke the spell. The fear that had kept everyone frozen began to melt, but it didn't turn back into the respect I had known my whole life. It curdled into something sharp and ugly.I looked at Kael. He was standing on the cracked stage, his chest heaving. He wasn't looking at me with love. He wasn't even looking at me with the guilt I h












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