LOGINLyra
His body was so close to mine that I could barely think.
The heat from him rolled off in waves as he loomed over me, his hands braced on the wall beside my head. The music from the Luna choosing ceremony party was just a faint thrum in the background now, as though the world had narrowed down to this moment, to this one man whose heart I had shattered long ago and now wanted to heal.
“What do you want from me, Lyra?” Killian growled, his voice low and sharp like broken glass ready to cut into my soul.
I met his eyes, my heart racing. “I want to be your Luna, alpha”
He flinched.
For a heartbeat, I thought he would say something, anything, but instead, he laughed. Bitter and hollow and then shook his head.
“No,” he said, backing away from me, shaking his head. “No, you don’t.”
“Killian~~ I…”
“Don’t,” he cut in, his voice rising. “Don’t say my name like that. Like it means something to you now. Where was that when you turned your back on me? When you chose ‘him’ over me? When you humillated me?”
“I made a mistake,” I said, for the lack of a better phrase because the truth hurt.
I was such an idiot to let go to a man like Killian who would die for me for an arse.
“You made a choice, Lyra” he snapped. “You looked at me, your given mate, and said I wasn’t enough. You didn’t even hesitate to hurt me. You didn't hesitate to call me names and….”
My throat tightened. I was an idiot and I didn't know how to put it into words for Killian to see how sorry I was. I was under a spell and I had died because of it.
“I… I was scared. Damon… he… he said things about you. Things I… I thought…”
“I don’t care what he said!” Killian thundered. “You believed him. You didn't give me a chance! You wanted to believe him. And you threw me away like I meant nothing!”
Each word was like a blade. I stood frozen, my fingers trembling at my sides. My heart was bleeding from the pain I could see in his eyes.
“I begged you,” he said quieter now, pain etched in every syllable. “I begged you to give us a chance. I would have moved mountains for you. And you told me you wanted someone else.”
“I didn’t know… I swear I didn't know. I thought…”
“No. You did know but you didn’t care.”
Silence fell between us. I swallowed the tears burning at the back of my throat.
He looked at me one last time, fury and heartbreak warring in his gaze.
“Stay away from me, Lyra. I won’t let you play with me again. Not now, not ever again. I gave you my heart but you trampled on it and your chances are all used up.”
Then he was gone.
Just like that.
Gone again. Bitter. Unforgiving.
I slid down the wall, hugging my knees to my chest as the echo of his footsteps faded. The cold stone against my back was nothing compared to the chill in my chest.
I stayed there, long after the wind picked up, long after the laughter and music inside the mansion faded into the night.
I didn’t know how much time had passed before I heard footsteps coming my way.
Not Killian.
No.
Damon.
“Lyra,” he said softly, voice dripping with false concern. “There you are. I have been looking everywhere for you.”
I stood, jaw clenched. “Go away, Damon.”
He approached, hands in his pockets. “Come on. We had something once, didn’t we? You loved me. I know you still do.”
“I was blind,” I said flatly. “And you were a lie.”
His eyes darkened. “You are still bitter. I understand. But I can forgive you. I can forgive and take you back, Lyra. I still love you.”
I stepped back. “I don’t want your forgiveness.”
“Why not?” He smiled coldly. “Is it because you have run back to the man you rejected like a coward? Do you think Killian wants you now? After everything? He's an alpha and he would never want you after what you did.”
“That’s none of your business.”
He reached for me, fast and sudden. His fingers gripped my arms, hard.
“I made a mistake letting you go,” he whispered, leaning close. “I think you still want me.”
“I don’t.”
He tried to kiss me.
And my wolf, my very soul, recoiled.
“No!”
I kicked him in the chest. Hard.
To my shock, he flew backward across the yard and slammed into a tree with a crash that shook the branches.
I stood panting, my limbs trembling, my blood pulsing with something ancient and powerful.
That wasn’t normal strength.
That was… something more.
“What the hell?” Damon groaned, crawling to his feet.
Then, from the path behind us, came the sound of hurried footsteps.
Selene.
Of course.
The perfect friend. The smiling serpent.
“What’s going on here?” She asked sharply, her eyes bouncing from me to Damon and back again.
“She…” Damon staggered forward. “She attacked me!”
Selene’s eyes widened. “You what?!”
I shook my head. “He tried to kiss me. I told him no. He didn’t listen.”
“You kicked him into a tree!” She snapped.
“I had to defend myself!”
“Or maybe you are just angry because Killian doesn’t want you,” Selene hissed. “So now you are lashing out at everyone.”
I stared at her.
So this was it.
No more masks.
No more fake friendship.
Damon stood behind her, smirking like the snake he was.
And Selene, my supposed best friend, stood in front of me, fire in her eyes… not for my pain, but for his.
The wind rustled through the trees as I stood alone in the dark.
And for the first time, I realized…
If I wanted to win back Killian…
I would have to fight not just for him…
But against everyone who never believed I deserved him. Against everyone who didn't want us together because the power we both would wield.
This was the beginning.
I would win him back.
LyraI wake to quiet. Not the fragile kind that once made my heart race, waiting for screams or alarms, but a living quiet. The sort that breathes with you. The kind that hums softly through the walls, through the land, through my bones.Morning light spills through the tall windows of our chamber, pale gold and warm. It touches the stone floors, the carved beams, the low table where flowers from the eastern meadow rest in a simple bowl. Wildflowers. They grow again now.For a long time, I simply lie there, listening.Killian sleeps beside me, his breath deep and even, one arm heavy around my waist as if his body still remembers the fear of losing me. His scars, those that remained even after healing, catch the light faintly. Proof that this peace was not given freely.I trace a finger along his wrist, down to where our bond hums, steady, no longer screaming or strained. Whole. We are whole.When he stirs, his eyes open slowly, unfocused at first, then soft when they find me.“You’re
LyraThe night the realms bowed was not loud with thunder, nor torn open by fire. It was quiet.Sacred.The moon hung full and unblinking above the ancient clearing, its silver light spilling over stone and root, crown and claw alike. Torches burned low around the council ring, their flames steady, as if even fire understood this was a moment meant to endure.I stood at the heart of it all since I had already been recognized as the Alpha King since the night I rid the world of Alpha Leo and his dark minions.I didn't stand on a dais nor on a throne carved of gold.I stood just on bare earth beneath my feet. The land had asked for no distance between us. Around me gathered the representatives of every realm that still breathed beneath the sky.Wolves; alphas and betas from packs once divided by bloodshed and pride, now stood shoulder to shoulder, their gazes sharp but no longer hostile. Their scents filled the air: iron, pine, loyalty, grief, hope.Witches came next, cloaked in sigils
KillianI felt her slipping long before the world went quiet. Not fading, no.Lyra has never faded. She was falling.The sky above the ruined clearing fractured into streaks of silver and ash, lightning frozen mid-tear like the gods themselves had forgotten how to breathe. Varkar’s body lay broken at the heart of the battlefield, his ancient form unraveling into smoke and bone, his scream still echoing between realms.But victory tasted like blood.Lyra knelt at the center of it all, her hands pressed to the scorched earth, head bowed, power pouring out of her in waves that made the ground tremble. Magic screamed around her; wild, ancient and unbound. It tore through the veil between worlds like claws through flesh.“Lyra,” I rasped, staggering toward her.Every instinct I had, Alpha, wolf and mate, was howling. This wasn’t the price of battle. This was the price of ending a cycle.I reached her just as her shoulders shuddered. Her breath hitched once. Then again, and then… nothing.“
KillianThe bond screamed before the horns ever sounded.It wasn’t pain at first, no, it was absence. A sharp, hollow yank, like someone had torn a living thread straight out of my chest and left nothing but air where Lyra had been. I staggered mid-step, my vision blurring, my wolf slamming against my ribs with a snarl that shook bone.Lyra.I turned just in time to feel it fully. Her fear. Her magic flaring wild. And then… movement. Not running. Not fleeing.Taken.The world snapped into command.“Seal the inner wards!” I roared, my voice carrying across the pack grounds like thunder. “Luca, evacuation protocol, now. Tier One and Two to the secret domain. No delays. No questions.”The horns blared, deep and ancient, echoing through the stone and forest alike. Wolves froze for half a heartbeat, and then moved. Warriors shifted mid-stride. Mothers grabbed children. Elders were lifted without protest. This wasn’t panic. This was training meeting terror.I felt her again then, Lyra’s mag
LyraThe Shadow World does not welcome me. It recoils.The ground beneath my bare feet ripples like disturbed water, darkness pulling away from my touch as if I am a wound in its skin. The sky above is not a sky at all, no stars, no moon, only a vast, breathing canopy of shadow, threaded with slow-moving veins of violet light.I feel Killian before I hear him. Not his voice. Not his body.His heart. It beats inside me, steady and fierce, a living anchor tethering me to a world I can no longer see.You shouldn’t be here, the bond whispers, not fear, not doubt, but certainty. And neither should I be without you, I answer.Killian stands at the threshold between realms, his body barred from crossing, his spirit straining so hard against the bond that it burns. The Shadow World will not allow him in. Alphas were never meant to walk this place. This battlefield belongs to witches, gods, and monsters born before language.And yet, he is with me.I can feel his hands shaking. His jaw clenche
LyraThe first thing Varkar does is laugh at my misery.Not with sound, no. Sound would have been merciful. His laughter is pressure. It bends the air, crushes the ground beneath my feet, makes the moon itself flicker like a frightened thing. The trees around the clearing bow as if in worship, their leaves shriveling mid-breath.I stagger, boots digging into scorched earth, and raise my hands instinctively. Power answers. It always does now.Too easily.Varkar looms before me now, vast and half-formed, as if reality itself cannot decide what shape he should take. His body is smoke and bone and shadow-fire, ribs visible through a chest that burns black at the seams. One horn curls like a broken crown; the other fractures into nothingness before reforming again.He looks… ancient. Older than the packs. Older than the gods who pretend not to remember him.“So,” he says, voice layered, a thousand throats speaking as one. “This is the little witch who drank from the abyss. The abomination
DamonThe walls of Leo’s war camp were suffocating me. The stench of sweat, blood, and damp fur clung to every canvas, every weapon sharpened in the shadows. The rogues trained outside, their growls punctuating the night, but all I could think about was him.Killian.Every breath that wasn’t his fe
KillianDawn broke like a promise and a threat: grey light spilling over the courtyard, the torches guttering down to red embers as the pack gathered. I stood on the dais, the stones cold under my boots. The assembled wolves filled the square, a ripple of fur and muscle, faces taut with fear, anger
LyraThe forest was still humming with the aftertaste of my revelations when Killian finally stood. His eyes never left me, but the suspicion I had seen earlier was gone, replaced with something sharper. It was curiosity edged with disbelief.“Show me,” he said at last. His Alpha voice, though quie
LyraThe glow of magic still lingered in the clearing like smoke after fire. Embers winked faintly in the air, blossoms shimmered faintly crimson, and the wooden wolf I had woven from the roots had already begun to crumble back into the earth. Only Killian remained steady before me, though his brea







