LOGINNyssa's POV:For the first time in what felt like forever, I was at peace. I smiled to myself, adjusting the sleeve of my shirt while I looked down at the reflection of the crest on my new ring.For the first time since the night Damien had proposed to me, I could actually study it without feeling guilty about holding something that wasn’t mine.The crested ring of the Viscount Pack was a simple silver band with the crest of the Silver Ridge Pack engraved fully on it. The ring was made of diamond, and the cresting was made from gold.It was so small, so tiny, on my finger, and yet, any time I looked down at it, I felt warmth.A soft knock came from the door to the chamber’s terrace."My Luna?" Damien’s voice flowed in through the door, “Are you up?”I laughed. Ever since my vision last night, I had noticed that Damien was being far more gentle around me. I knew he must have been scared when I was in pain, so I didn’t comment on it. After all, all his actions came from his love."You c
Adrian's POV:Adrian had been expecting a Luna to be the representative, not her. So, the moment he spotted her, the smile on his face disappeared."Lyra?" he gasped,For a second, he shook his head. More confused than anything else. After all, why would she be here? Out of everyone he would have expected to step out of the black sedan, she was the last person he would have ever guessed.When Adrian had first spotted the car, he had frowned, because it had looked eerily similar to Lyra’s car. But he had quickly decided that it was just a coincidence. After all, why else would the car be here.Lyra had a proud smile on her face as she stepped out of the car and began to walk towards him. Her steps were steady, as though the events of the past week had not happened at all.She was wearing a cream-colored business suit instead of one of her usual dresses, and even though Adrian had just seen and spoken to her a couple of days, she somehow looked different. In the span of a week, she had
Lyra's POV:The hand of the man in the shadow remained on her shoulder, and with every second that passed where she was in that position, Lyra got more scared.She had tried to shift out of the arm grabbing her, but the man’s grip was so firm and steady that she knew if she dared move, something was going to happen to her, and it was going to be something that she didn’t like.So, she pushed back whatever rage she felt and tried to force out her fear. For several seconds after the man spoke up, she didn’t say anything, didn’t even dare breathe too loudly.They were in the shadows, and that meant the night had become deadly quiet. Because of Damien’s rushed entrance into the hall, the sounds of celebration from the grand hall had been reduced to little more than distant echoes.The man tightened his grip on her shoulder, so she swallowed, and quickly answered him."You said..." she began to speak, cautiously picking her words, "that you want Damien and Nyssa gone.""I do," the man answ
Nyssa's POV:The very first thing I felt when I woke up was warmth, and I let out a sigh of relief when I realized that the pain was finally gone. For one, long second, I closed my eyes back and took a deep breath, letting the feeling of warmth I felt from him ground me. The splitting agony that had nearly split my head up was now gone. And the feeling of being free from pain was heavenly. And yet, the memories of the intense pain I felt had caused a small amount of trauma. So, before even opening my eyes, I raised my head up, expecting a slight stab of pain, but I felt nothing. I let out a relieved sigh and smiled as I fully opened my eyes and looked around the chambers. I had woken up later than I had expected. It was late enough that the sunlight streaming into the chambers had painted it into a fully golden room. It was at least mid-morning. I remembered the pain, but for about a minute after I woke up, I could not remember anything else. The memory of the past day came crashin
Damien's POV:Nyssa rose straight up, her face was stricken with fear for a second, before she screamed out loud."Damien!" her voice was filled with so much pain, it wrecked my heart.Slowly, tears began to slid down her cheeks. My heart nearly stopped as I stared at her in surprise. One second, she was in bed, unconscious. The next, she was upright, her eyes wide, and her chest heaving as terror spread through her body.The force of her voice seemed to shake the entire room, and I immediately moved beside her and gently held her."Nyssa." I called out slowly,Her gaze locked onto mine, but when she turned to face me, she could not recognize me. There was too much pain and grief in her eyes. It was though she had just witnessed something terrible and it had shattered her.Then her breathing began to slow, and gradually, the pain subsided, her eyes grew heavy, and she blinked. The tension slowly left her body, and before I could stop her, she collapsed back onto the mattress. And in a
Lyra's POV:She should have left. She should have. And yet, why was she still here? No matter how long she thought, or how hard she tried. She just couldn’t bring herself to leave.That thought of leaving the ceremony had crossed Lyra's mind at least twenty times since the moment it ended. And yet, she was still there, still standing inside a grand hall that was slowly turning empty. Still holding a half-empty glass and pretending as though she belonged.Even though she didn’t want to acknowledge it, she knew the real reason why she was still there. Nyssa had hurt her. And she hadn’t done it with words, threats or violence. No, Nyssa had hurt her by the absence of reaction in her gaze when she noticed Lyra.The casual dismissal and the ease with which Nyssa had turned around still burned brightly in her mind. She could still recall how frozen she had been when she realized that Nyssa didn’t even care about her. She had never felt so ignored, so empty, so useless before in her life.And
I froze, then shook my head, already expecting trouble, and I was right.The man didn’t even wait for me to get out of the car before he began to shout.“Finally!” he barked, his high, shrill voice cutting through the air like a whip. “Do you believe that just because you have a couple of sought-af
Over ten minutes after I had kissed him and my cheeks were still warm. No, calling it warm was an understatement. My cheeks were burning. With a large grin on my face, I pressed the back of my hand lightly against my face and let out a slow breath. This was the tenth time I had tried to calm the st
Nyssa’s POV:I watched her leave without blinking. Her steps were quick, stiff and her shoulders were tense from shame and humiliation. I could tell that she was holding herself together by nothing more than sheer force. It was pretty clear in the way her hands were curled tightly into fists and th
Nyssa’s POV:“What are you doing here?”My voice came out colder than I had expected. No, it came out exactly like it was supposed to.Lyra blinked and the fear in her expression disappeared. She was clearly taken aback, but her confusion did not last long. The moment she realized she was not welco







