MASTER ROWAN

Lyra's POV 

I open my eyes to a blinding sun ray filtering through a tiny opening of a…My brain reboot and I jerk up realising I am in an unfamiliar place. 

“Where am I?” I squint my eyes and glance around. It’s like I am inside a moving something. Then I see a figure–like a man’s back. I feel something jam in my chest and my body tighten in fear. 

The rogues have captured me. 

I shut my eyes and begin to plan how to escape from them. But the vehicle suddenly jerks and stops. The owner of the back I saw move and it is a man that stands, rightly confirming my fear of being captured by the rogues. 

I peep to see his face but he gets down the vehicle before I can catch a good glimpse. 

I quickly get up to escape. I check my wound and see that some herbs broth has been applied on it and bandage. I get confused. The rogues will rather have me dead than cater for my injuries. 

“You are awake.”

I hear a voice and turn to meet a very handsome face staring at me. I open my mouth to talk but bubbles make their way out instead.

“How are you feeling?” he asks again. 

“I—I’m—feeling well.”

His eyes leave my face and land on my leg. The spot I have the injury. “You don't heal fast,” he points out. 

“Well, I…” I was going to tell him it only happens sometimes but swallow my words back. 

“Who are you?” I ask. 

“Someone that doesn't harm. We need to keep moving. You may need to see a doctor for that,” he says, turning around and climbing behind the wheels. 

“Where are you taking me to?” I ask as soon as he starts the truck. 

“I believe you are heading into Harrow Wood. I am going the same direction. I will get you home safely. You have nothing to worry about.”

He has this soft tone to his voice and reminds me of someone. 

“What happened… the rogues. What happened? They were onto me and…”

“They are gone,” he says simply. 

I want to ask him for more details but seeing as he focuses on the road and I hold back from probing further. After all, what matters is that I'm safe now. 

After almost an hour, I see that we are in Harrow Wood. 

“Which side of the Pack is your home?” He asks me as he slows down on driving into the Pack. 

I contemplate asking him to drop me in a different place but then I figure it will be better to have him drop me in front of Alpha’s house. If he drives off, he will not believe I live in Alpha's house anyways. 

He slows down in front of Thorne house and brings the truck to a creaking stop. He steps down and gets the door for me. Then he put himself halfway inside, putting his arm around my shoulder and helps me out of the truck. 

“Thank you,” I mumble. 

“Lyra! Thank goddess you are safe!”

The gate of Alpha Thorne’s house fling open and Kael comes running out. She squeezes me into her body in her usual tight hug manner. “And who is he?” She asks, pointing at the man. 

“He helped me.”

“Mmh. And his name?” She asks with interest. 

“She didn't ask. Sad,” the man chirps in with a smile. 

“He is cute,” Kael whispers in my ears. 

“And soft spoken,” I add, quietly stopping to observe him a bit. Why is he so similar to someone I know? 

“I'm sorry…thank you for helping me. I don't think I have thanked you properly for saving me from the rogues and for driving me down here.”

“It's alright. We were going the same direction anyways.”

“Thank you for bringing my friend back and saving her,” Kael adds. 

“My pleasure.”

“By the way…who are…”

“Master Rowan!”

Again the gate slams open and the head of the maid servants, Madam Clara springs out and in quick steps she runs towards us with her eyes on the man. 

“Master Rowan. Welcome,” Madam Clara says, grabbing the man's hands and staring at him as if he were her lost son that just returned. 

“Master Rowan?” Kael mumbles confused and side glances at me. I’m as confused as her. 

“Miss Clara,” I called. 

“Lyra?” she calls back, surprised to see that I am standing there too. 

“Yes, it’s me. You seem very pleasantly surprised that you don't notice me.” 

“Oh, forgive me, it's just that having master Rowan join us again feels so good.”

My brows rise in further confusion. 

“Oh, you don't know master Rowan. He is Alpha Thorne’s son. Damon's half brother. He left home the same year you joined the family.”

Her words are still processing in my head when the man lifts a suitcase from the truck boot. Madam Clara jumps and rushes to help him. “Let me help you with that, Master Rowan.”

“Wow. What is going on girl? Did Damon tell you?” Kael questions. 

“None that he ever mentioned to me.” 

“Here, bring this one and you get this one.” Madam Clara assigns Rowan bags to me and Kael to help take in.

Sasha decides to bring her unwanted self out as we are heading inside. She runs into Rowan and tries to speak to him but Rowan passes by quickly after flashing her a breezing acknowledgement smile. 

“You are back, weakling,” she says to me, smirking. 

“For good and to be where I belong.”

“Are you sure about that? Well, your room is now mine and all you ever owned belongs to me now and guess what, you have been demoted. You are no longer the Omega of this Pack.”

“What rubbish are you talking about? Kael…

Madam Clara…”

“I’m sorry, Lyra but she is the Luna incoming.”

“Oops,” Sasha drops her comb. Of course I know she did it intentionally. “Go on, pick it up,” she orders me. 

“Don't talk to me like I'm your servant.”

“I command you as your Luna!”

Kael picks the comb up. “Have it and stop being a bitch when you haven't even been announced yet.”

I am angry at Kael for picking it up. I look at Madam Clara and she seems a bit apprehensive and it is the same with the other maids. They are all watching her treat me less than a servant and it's almost as if everyone is afraid of her. 

Thing is, Sasha is the most popular bully in the Pack. Everyone knows she was crushing on Damon but Damon clearly did not want her. The reason why the whole thing is driving me crazy is that she is pregnant for Damon. How?! Damon would never sleep with her. The Damon I know detested her because

she was bratty and bitchy. Nothing is adding up. I really need to see Damon to clear all of this misunderstanding.