LYRA'S POV
Kymon is driving the van through the bushes and Lyriq is sitting next to me, holding a gun to my abdomen with his face twisted into a scowl as he stares outside the window. The most I know about Lyriq is that he speaks to no one but Kymon. I have heard the way he murders wolves, innocent and guilty. I don't know who's scarier, him or Kymon. He has a sleeve of tattoos running up to his neck. The crown tattoo in the middle of the tribal one signifies he's the head of all Omegas. He is grinding his teeth, clenching and unclenching his fists. Then his gaze snaps to Kymon. " Taking her back isn't a good idea. It's obvious she has a pretty big mouth, only death can shut her up." Kymon says nothing. He rests his elbow against the door and bites on a finger. Lyriq releases a frustrated breath and continues staring out the window. I try not to move, knowing he's probably waiting for an opportunity to pull the trigger. I don't move till the van is parked exactly where it was when I got kidnapped. Kymon gets out of the car and opens the door close to me. " Get out," He commands, his eyes trained on the gun Lyriq has placed on my abdomen. I get down and he slams the door shut. Lyriq gets down too and Kymon goes to him. They are saying something to each other and I am looking around, contemplating if I should run or not. I don't move because I know even if Kymon doesn't kill me, Lyriq will. After a minute, Kymon comes to me. He avoids my eyes when he says, " Lyriq will escort you to your place. I believe your dear parents are there worrying about you. Try to act smart and he wouldn't hesitate to put a bullet through both their heads." I swallow. My eyes trail to Lyriq, who is impatiently staring at me. My parents? How are they here? They live in the far west and I stay by the east Coast of the pack because of college. They must be so worried. But, how does Kymon know this? " Work on trying to mind your business and we might never cross each other's path again." He says and stares at me for a while before he enters the van and drives off, leaving me and Lyriq together. Fear hooks me in the throat as Lyriq's gaze moves from the van to me. His scowl doesn't soften in the slightest. He looks away and starts walking, and I just follow him, making sure to maintain a good distance from him. I can't help but recall how he inhumanely gripped Bryn by the mouth as she struggled to wrench free. I stare at the soil, trying to blink back tears, but the tears have already started pouring before I can stop them. I know I've told her I hated her countless times. We've had our fights but I can't stop it from hurting so much. The thought that I will never see her again kills me. " Oh shit," Lyriq growls, turning to look at me. " Must I hear you sulking?" I bite my lower lip, trying to control my tears, but instead, they pour out even more. I shake as I watch Lyriq run a frustrated hand through his face. " I'm sorry," I say because I'm not sure if he's going to kill me for crying so badly. He stares at me for some seconds without uttering a word before mumbling something and then taking a handkerchief out of his pocket. " I'm giving you two minutes. When you are done, wipe that shit off your face and if you are still crying, I will kill you." He says and places the handkerchief on my feet before walking behind a tree. I sit under the tree he's staying behind and let all the tears out. Not just from Bryn's death but Zade's betrayal and everyone blaming me for what happened between us. For the past, I don't remember. For eighteen years of my life, that's unknown to me. Crying isn't enough to burn down the agony. I have had people tell me of my life before my accident. Bryn, Dad, Mum, everyone but I don't have the faintest memory of those things. I only remember things they didn't tell me. Things that scare every inch of me. " I gave you two minutes," Lyriq says impatiently, glaring down at me. I sniff and use the handkerchief to dry my tears before standing up. I look at him and I can recognize his grey eyes perfectly now. He doesn't look like the deranged psychopath that was keen on murdering me a moment ago. He releases a breath and continues walking and I follow him till we are standing in front of my dorm. " This one?" He asks, pointing at my room door and I nod. He backs away and gestures with his eyes for the door. I move my shaking feet to the front of the door and knock, and within a second, the door is flung open by my mother. Her eyes filled with tears and expecting, morphed into shock as she caught sight of me. "Lyra?" She cries out a pulls me into a hug. I desperately suck the sobs forming in my throat. " I was so worried about you." She pulls away quickly, smiles up at me, and drags me into my room where Dad is standing in the middle of the room; Caspian is sitting by the bay window, and Jacob, my kid brother, is on his lap, face wrinkled from probably crying. " Look, Lyra is here," Mum announces, and their shock-filled eyes snap to me. Jacob jerks out of Caspian's grip and runs towards me before jumping on my body. " Lee Lee, I'm sorry for cussing you the other day," He sobs, his voice breaking. " I was scared because of my big bad mouth something bad happened to you." I can feel Lyriq's eyes on him, and I force a smile and carry him in my arms. " Don't worry; big sister is fine, okay?" I say, reassuring him and he nods. Dad opens his mouth to say something but Lyriq cuts him off by clearing his throat. He looks from Dad to me, Jacob, Mum, and a little bit longer at Caspian. " Your daughter was trespassing into the human territory with her friend. She was alone by the time I found her. I asked her if she had come alone and she said yes. It wasn't until I got news of her friend's death that I knew she didn't come alone." He says and looks at me. " The Alpha would investigate who is behind her death. Meanwhile, I assure you that your daughter won't go unpunished." I stare at Lyriq with wide eyes, not knowing if I should scream that he's lying. That he murdered Bryn. That I got kidnapped. " Thank you, Omega Lyriq, for bringing my daughter back unharmed," Dad says, in a voice dripping with disappointment. Lyriq nods and casts me one more cynical glance before leaving. With him gone, Mum collapses on the bed and Dad folds his arms around his chest. " Going to the human territory. Are you serious, Lyra?" Dad says, now scowling at me. I look down and shake my head. " I didn't mean to—" " How can you be so careless? You know what those humans did to you before because of meddling with them— My eyes snap up to him and something raw bubbles in me. " I don't, Dad. I have no freaking idea what they did to me—" " Lyra don't cut your father off." " I'm sorry," I say, trying to hold my tears. I shouldn't take my pain out on him. But it hurts so much, even as much as I try to control it. " Why can't you people talk to me without bringing up the past? Don't you think it's frustrating having people tell you whatever shit happened in your past and you can't remember a damn thing?" Caspian gets to his feet when I start wheezing, and he places a hand on my back. " Calm down Lyra, it's going to be okay." No, no it's not. I pull away from his grip, put Jacob on the floor, and leave the room, ignoring my parent calling my name. Leaning against the wall beside my room, I run a hand through my hair. The pain surges within me as vague memories begin to flood into my vision. *Which dress would he like Adena, pink or purple?* *Listen, Adena, understand, we cannot be together. The moon goddess chose Freya as my mate.* *Adena is responsible for her death!* " Lyra!" A gasp escapes my lips as I flinch with my hands gripping my ears. Caspian pulls me from the wall and wraps his arms around me. " Breathe Lee, breathe." " Why does this keep happening to me?" I wail, gripping him tightly afraid that if I let go, the pain might resurge. " It's going to be alright." He pats my back. " I hate seeing you this way, Lee; please stop it." I shake my head too quickly. " You don't understand. You don't get it and Bryn? Oh my goddess, Cas, Bree is gone." " I know Lee, I know." His voice drops. " Whoever murdered her will be dealt with, I assure you." My sov grows louder and I grip him more tightly. If he finds out Alpha Kymon is behind her death, I know he will leave no stones unturned to murder him. Caspian is responsible for the many attacks against Kymon over the past years since Caspian's sister was killed by Kymon. He made it his motive to pay Kymon back. I have tried countless times to stop Caspian from this madness but he is beyond reason.LYRA'S POVMy feet fail me, and I nearly tumble backward, but I grab onto the couch, stopping myself from falling.I wrap my palm over my mouth and scream into it while shaking my head vigorously. No, no, no."Cas," I let go of my mouth and scream his name, forcing my feet to back away from the sight before me.I look at the clawed couch, foam spilling out of the holes. She must have been struggling to get away from whoever wanted to murder her. No wonder this place is a mess. She must have fought hard to survive, but they didn't give up. They didn't spare her. The wounds are fresh, and her blood hasn't dried up yet. There is a split in her throat, bruises on her hand as if she had been held by a rope.Who could have done such a thing—I barely have time to complete my thought when a light flashes through my eyes from something behind her. My breath is the only sound I can hear as I take hesitant steps forward, forcing myself to stop crying.The more I look at her, the more the tears
LYRA'S POV"Why bother opening a shop when there's going to be no profit?" one of the guards accompanying me says with a disgusting chuckle, and the two other guards laugh humorously while Keeper huffs and rolls his eyes like he's the least excited to be accompanying me to my parents' place.My eyes trail to the fox tail drawn in the center of the guard's sleeve of tattoos. I look at the other guards, and they seem to have the same fox tail tattoo—which Keeper doesn't.They aren't from this pack.I look away when one of them, with a purple goatee and too many eyebrows for his own good, looks at me.I raise my brow and stare at my moving feet. Kymon, Zade, and many other Workers or Royals have tattoos I've seen before, but theirs are different from these guards'."Such a big mouth for a small body," one of them mutters, and I know he's referring to me.I clench my fists, and my eyes snap up to meet the back of his miserably shaved head. From the corner of my eye, I catch something that
KYMON'S POV"Brother," Zade calls from behind as I step into the archery field. I twist my neck to see him walking towards me, his face twisted into a fading scowl.My eyes drop to his arm. There seems to be something beneath the cloth covering it. I look back at his face—his twitching lips, his eyes flashing with too many emotions, like he is struggling to look fine. He is.Someone must have ruined his mood.I look back ahead and frown.Very possible, Lyra. It must be her. That's her biggest trait."Hm?" I hum, mounting myself in front of eleven frail, lean, sixteen-year-old commoners.The sight of each one of them tells me they must be suffering from malnutrition or some sort of flesh-eating disease. I remember too quickly Lyra's protest at the cliff, and I clench my fist.At first, I thought she was just trying to throw my name into the dust, but her determination, the look in her eyes, and the anger radiating from her made me realize she must be telling the truth. But not the comp
LYRA'S POV I am surprised Zade is not shouting or banging at the door like a madman. His silence only makes my heart race. I look around at the bathroom, which is the size of my room back at home. I don't know if Zade lied to me about the capacity of his gifts or if they can simply do more, like create a mirage that allows him to walk through things. Stop overthinking, Lyra. I run my palms through my hair and sigh. Luckily, there is a nightgown here that doesn't look overly expensive and wouldn't cause me discomfort. The workers even had the bathroom decorated in red, rosy designs. I look at the counter—there are numerous cosmetics I have only been privileged to see on posters. I have trained myself not to envy things I know I would never be lucky to have. The silver mirror in front of me seems to have been forgotten by the workers. For some weird reason, it reminds me of who I am, and I know well enough that no royal title, no gift, can change the unfortunate person that I am.
KYMON'S POV"Alpha Kymon, may I have a word?" Lyriq says as I get to my feet, ready to excuse myself from the dining hall.I study the muscle bulging on his jaw and his tense posture. It's either he's still apprehensive about Lyra's presence or there's bad news.I nod and walk out of the dining hall, with him following by my side. Workers scramble around, carrying different types of gifts and making preparations for my brother's wedding night.I do not know if they have been intimate before, but the royal law takes intimacy seriously, especially because it will lead to the birth of a royal.I clench my jaw and look away from the commotion as a bad memory flashes into my subconsciousness. All the females in my family decorated the room and gave Freya their blessings on the first day we got married.Father, Zade, and the rest of the males sat me down, voices heavy with expectation, instructing me on the art of ensuring she bore a male heir as if she were nothing more than a vessel, a du
LYRA'S POVKymon is sitting by the left-hand side of Lila while Zade is sitting by her right.The dining table must be at least ten feet long, with twelve chairs on each side and two at the back and front. All the chairs are filled with familiar faces, some unfamiliar—except for the chair next to Zade.Zade has introduced me to most of his kind before. I never looked forward to knowing them because I wasn't sure they'd be excited to meet me, considering I am a commoner like most people in this Pack. But Zade made sure I met every one of his closest kin, and a part of me was happy—so sure he was doing it because he wanted to make me his Luna."Take your seat, Lyra," Lila says, staring up at me with a wince as I look at the empty chair, lost in my thoughts.I fidget as I snap out of my thoughts and walk to take my seat. I feel eyes roam over me, I hear whispers, stifled chuckles, and I can see them grimacing even though my gaze is fixed on the empty chair.I slide into the seat and star