Rejected by the Alpha’s Son

LYRAI wake up on the floor of my room and for one brief, merciful moment I don’t remember why. That is of course until it all rushes back to me. My brief happiness and the immense pain that followed. My wolf’s silence and everything else. You don’t know how fortunate you are till misfortune hits. You don’t realize just how easy everything was till things get harder. You don’t think of how much you have till you don’t anymore. These are the thoughts that find me as I sit up slowly looking around my room. The sun rays filter through the gap in my curtains making me look down. My dress is wrinkled beyond saving, my face feels swollen and my whole body aches from spending the night on the hardwood floor. Somewhere in the pack house I live in someone is moving around in the kitchen, the usual sounds of a morning that has arrived without asking if I’m ready for it.I’m not ready for it.I press my palms flat against the cold floorboards taking steady breaths, I feel my wolf stir within m

LYRAI’m not going to go. Going to meet a potentially— albeit breathtaking— stranger in the woods is crazy. Isn’t it?I battle with my thoughts as I lie awake staring at the ceiling. I use the face and thought of the beautiful stranger to distract myself from constant pain I feel from the severed bond. . I’m not going.He’s a stranger. He watched me through my window for goddess knows how long. He appeared on an empty path and basically ordered me to show up tomorrow like my time was his. I don’t know anything about him besides his name.I’m not going. I fall asleep with that thought in mind. I wake up in pain.Not the chest pain that came with the rejection, that has become so familiar I barely recognise it now. This is a gut wrenching pain I feel in my stomach. The nauseating pain that means Dylan is having his fun with Emery and the moon goddess decided I need to know about it at four in the morning.I press my face into the pillow trying to breathe through it slowly, the way I h

LyraThey let me back in to pack my things. That is how it was phrased when the message was delivered to me. A flat administrative permission relayed to me by a low ranking member of the pack, who delivers the message without meeting my eyes and is gone before I could even reply. I was giving till morning till collect my belongings. I hesitate at the entrance of the pack house for a moment before I go in. Through the wooden door I can hear movement in the house. I hear the low murmur of wolves going about their evening. Pressing my palm flat against the door and feeling the familiar texture of it, I push it open and step inside for what feels like the last time. I feel the change in the atmosphere immediately. Their reaction isn’t dramatic as nobody screams or yells. It is much more subtle than that and still somehow way worse. A young werewolf coming down the stairs catches my scent before she sees me and her wolf reacts before her mind can intervene as she takes a small involun

LyraThe intoxicating smell of crushed herbs and alcohol infiltrated my senses, drawing me out of my drowsy state. My eyes fluttered open, but I closed them again when a sharp pain cut through my head like a knife. “I’m sorry. I should have closed that.” an unfamiliar voice floated towards me, closely followed by the sound of window blinds being drawn. I force my eyelids apart, and the room around me slowly swims into focus. The ceiling above me is different. That is the first thought that crosses my mind. The stone is too dark, and the smell around me carries none of the markers of home. This is not Ashveil. My memory comes back to me in pieces. Leaving Ashveil, the forest, and the arrow— followed by the intense burning in my thighs right before the darkness consumed me. A dull ache pulsed through my body as I tried to sit up. The sudden movement sends a sharp sting through my ribs, causing a groan to slip through my lips. “Don’t do that.” I turn towards the voice. It belongs

Lyra Days passed, a blur of colors, feelings, and a secret eating me alive.The wound doesn’t hurt as much anymore, and I’m able to move around faster now. Although, I’ve still not tried to shift yet.Four days ago, I would have had to prep myself before rolling over, but now I’m able to walk around the room with ease.All my meals have been brought up to me with the server dropping them at the door with a knock and leaving without a word.My fingers toy with the piece of paper in my pocket as I think about what it contains. I don’t need to look at it to remember as the words are now engraved in my mind. I still haven’t decided how to move forward with it, even after four days.I had thought about taking it to Xavier. More than once, but I stopped myself every time.Three loud knocks draw me away from my inner turmoil. I quickly slid the paper beneath a book and shut it.I cross the room and open the door. The girl on the other side of the door is holding a plate of food in each hand