LOGIN
Lyra
Kaelen's lips grazed softly along the rim of my ear, and his fingers combed through my long, dark hair while he leaned in for a kiss. "Don't we need to hold off a bit, to make this moment even more magical?" I asked, since I couldn't quiet that nagging voice of doubt urging me not to. This wasn't how I'd pictured my first time happening. I wanted it to feel special, I wanted it on my wedding night, I wanted my virginity to be a cherished gift to my mate Kaelen, after he'd marked me and let the whole pack see we belonged together. But him not announcing it to everyone bothered me. "I love you, Lyra, and I can't wait any longer to have you," Kaelen said, gripping my hands and twirling me around. "You look so gorgeous and totally stunning in this dress, but I bet you'd look even better out of it," Kaelen complimented, and I felt my cheeks heat up a little. "I just want to know," he trailed off, planting a kiss on my forehead, but I couldn't shake that deep gnawing sense of not fitting in. Growing up in a pack where I got bullied and labeled as the weak one, I wasn't seen as anything worthwhile. It was a tough life, and nothing added up. The pain and shame built up worse every day, until the moon goddess finally blessed me, and I found my mate—he wasn't just any wolf, but the next in line to be beta of our respected pack. Every second I'd waited for Kaelen felt worth it. The hurt and rejection I'd carried stopped haunting me, because Kaelen was incredibly kind and affectionate with me. I longed for the day he'd mark me, so everyone would know we were mates and I wasn't worthless anymore. "I know you're worried because I haven't made our relationship public," I nodded along with his words. At last, he got what was stopping me and why I hesitated to let him go further with me. "I promise you, Lyra, I'm waiting too—for the moment I'm officially named beta, and then right there in front of the whole pack, I'll claim you as mine. You're so important to me, and I want you to feel that. For now, let's keep it just between us and surprise everyone," I smiled to myself, I really liked his idea, and imagining the shock on their faces made it all worthwhile. Kaelen always had a way with words that softened my heart, and once more, he'd eased my worries and pushed my doubts away. I gazed at him, his deep blue eyes telling a story of desire, his lips curved in a smile, and his perfectly toned body making me want him more. But a fresh wave of uncertainty hit me, and before I could pull back again, his rich, deep voice called out. "Now come here, you naughty girl," Kaelen said as he drew me in for a kiss. I tried to hold off and face the one question that always nagged at me. "Was this what I really wanted?" But I'd gone too far to argue with myself now, so I just let go and enjoyed the way his tongue plunged deep into my mouth. *** We'd been lounging in bed for ages, and it was past midnight. After that intense passion we'd shared, I figured I'd whip up something for Kaelen to eat. I mixed some butter and eggs, tossed in a few more things that made my pie unbeatable, and soon dinner was ready. I dished it out for Kaelen, and he devoured it like crazy, even complimenting my skills while nearly licking his fingers. "You'll make a great wife," he joked as he got up and mentioned he had to catch up with some friends. He promised he'd be back quick, since it was just a chill hangout with the guys. "Okay, but don't take too long," I said as he closed the door behind him. I sank into the chair and reflected on my harsh childhood, how I'd given up on fate ever bringing me anything good until Kaelen came along. He turned all my bitter moments into sweet ones. I smiled with relief, and the hope of our future together gave me the strength and bravery to keep going. I got up to clear the table and spotted Kaelen's phone. He must've left it behind. I rushed out to find him, but he was already pretty far off, so I chased after him to hand it over. I headed into the pack house, walking with the confidence that soon everyone would know Kaelen and I were mates, but I stopped at the door when I overheard him and his packmates talking about his future plans. "Kaelen, you're about to become beta, and you still haven't introduced us to your mate?" one of his friends asked firmly, and my heart jumped. The moment I'd been waiting for was here, and I was thrilled that Kaelen would finally tell them I was his mate. "Or is it Lyra? Since you two are tight and she always hangs around you," another friend questioned, and I kept smiling, waiting for his answer. Kaelen burst out laughing hard before replying to them. "Lyra? Come on. I'd never go for someone as weak and fragile as her. She's just a fling who can't get enough of me, always coming back for more." They all exploded in laughter, and Kaelen shattered whatever hope I had left. "I haven't found my mate yet, but when I do, it'll be someone who deserves me. Maybe from the royal family, or at least another beta like me." I stumbled back, nearly falling over, then clamped my hands over my mouth to keep from screaming. My ears rang with echoes of his cruel words, and my eyes filled up heavy with tears. Kaelen's words struck like a thousand arrows piercing my heart, each one a painful reminder that I'd been tricked and made a fool of by the man I'd trusted with everything.LyraMy eyes burned with a fierce, restless energy as I moved back and forth across the space I had been confined to, every step a reminder of the boundaries hemming me in. My heart hurt with a deep, gnawing ache for my mates, and the helplessness of not being able to reach them was building into something I could barely contain.My jaw clenched, muscles tight, like my body was physically holding back the urge to just run. The air around me felt charged, heavy with everything I was feeling, like even the trees beyond the fence could sense the storm inside me. With every moment that passed, it only got worse — the frustration, the desperation, all of it coiling tighter and tighter.My wolf stirred, picking up on my distress. Nyssa’s presence settled around my mind like something warm and steady, a quiet contrast to the chaos churning inside me. “Calm, Lyra,” Nyssa murmured, her voice soft as rustling leaves. “Let us think this through.”I pulled in a slow breath and let Nyssa’s calm wa
Thorian’s POVMy eyes moved across the pages, but none of it was going in. The numbers and figures blurred together while my mind stayed stuck on the same thing it had been stuck on since Lyra disappeared. I kept seeing her — her smile, the way she laughed, the light in her eyes.I pressed my fingers against my temples and tried to pull my focus back. It didn’t work. My thoughts kept sliding back to her. Where was she right now? Was she okay? Did she think about me the way I thought about her?The office door eased open and Soren stepped in. “Hey, Thorian. How are you holding up?”I pushed the reports to the side and exhaled. “Honestly? I’m falling apart. I can’t get her out of my head.”He looked exactly how I felt. None of us had been ourselves since she went missing. Sleep had become almost pointless, eating felt like going through the motions, and every waking moment circled back to her — whether she was okay, whether she was being treated well, who had taken her and why. We still
LyraMy footsteps bounced off the cold stone walls as I moved back and forth across my small, dim room. I couldn’t shake the hollow, lonely feeling that had taken root in my chest. I missed my mates — Thorian, Soren, and Vaelin — with everything I had.I thought about their faces, the way they laughed, the warmth of their arms around me. I remembered how they made me feel — loved, wanted, safe. Tears gathered at the edges of my eyes as I wondered whether I’d get to see them again anytime soon.My mind drifted through the memories I had built with each of them. Thorian’s touch, always so careful and gentle. Soren’s unwavering protectiveness. Vaelin’s playful teasing that somehow always knew how to pull a smile out of me. My heart ached with longing, and without them near, I felt like something essential had been hollowed out of me.I missed our everyday rhythms — the laughter, the quiet moments, even the arguments and the making up after, because somehow those moments had always drawn
Vaelin’s POV My eyes narrowed as I turned the scrap of fabric over in my hands, my mind firing off question after question. Where had it come from? How did it end up here, of all places — my secret base? I lifted it to my nose and breathed in. Lyra’s scent hit me instantly, familiar in a way that made my chest tighten. But what was it doing here? My thoughts pulled me straight back to the last time I had seen Lyra, the memory of her disappearance sitting like a stone in my gut. I had been looking for her ever since — combing through the territory, pressing anyone who might know something — and coming up with nothing every single time. And now, this. I looked the fabric over more carefully. The edges were torn and roughed up, like it had been ripped from her clothes during a struggle. My pulse picked up, every instinct in me snapping to attention. This wasn’t random. Someone had been inside my base. Someone who had been with Lyra. I swept my gaze around the room, hunting for
LyraMy eyes drifted blankly across the walls of my luxurious prison, my mind heavy with thoughts of my mates. I missed them so much it hurt, the ache in my chest deepening with every day that passed. I wanted nothing more than to see them, to feel their warmth wrapped around me, to feel safe again.But I was stuck here, a prisoner of the alpha who had taken me. I had tried to find a way out, but every door was locked, every window sealed shut. I was completely at his mercy, left with nothing to do but wait for him to return.My thoughts turned dark as my mind circled back to the alpha. Why had he taken me? What exactly did he want from me? Every time I tried to ask, he’d just smile and tell me I’d find out soon enough.The door swung open, and the alpha stepped in, something knowing flickering behind his eyes. “Lyra, my dear, I can see you’re feeling a little… restless.”My eyes narrowed, my voice coming out flat and cold. “I want to go home. I want to be with the people who actually
SorenI couldn’t stop moving. Back and forth across Lyra’s room, my mind cycling through every worst-case scenario it could produce. She was never late — that was just who she was. And she would never go quiet without sending word. I had tried to convince myself it was nothing, just a delay, just a small thing. But the hours had kept passing and the room had stayed empty, and the knot in my stomach had only pulled tighter.I checked with Thorian and Vaelin. Neither of them had seen her. The knot became something worse. Had she been ambushed on her way to the grounds? Had someone gotten to her?Every instinct I had was telling me to move, to search, to do something — but I didn’t know where to point myself. I had already covered the surrounding areas, asked everyone I could find, sent word to our allies. Nothing had come back. No sign of her anywhere.By the time the sun started going down and the room filled with that quiet golden light, worry had become something sharper and colder.
I came back to consciousness slowly, like swimming up through something thick. The room was dim when my eyes finally opened, and the first thing I registered was the cold of the floor beneath me and the dull, relentless pounding behind my eyes. I tried to push myself upright and a wave of dizziness
When I woke up, the first thing I was aware of was them — all three of my mates wrapped around me, arms layered over arms in something that felt like it had been arranged by instinct rather than thought. Soren’s chest pressed warm against my back, his hands loosely clasped across my stomach, his br
I made my way to the training grounds, my eyes moving constantly, taking everything in. My heart was already going faster than usual — the good kind of fast, the kind that comes with finally doing something you’ve made up your mind about. I had decided. I was joining the pack guard, and now it was
When my eyes finally opened, the first thing I saw was three faces looking back at me — Thorian, Soren, and Vaelin — each one carrying some mix of sleepiness and quiet concern. I lay there for a moment, trying to piece together how we had all ended up here, but the memories from the night before we







