LOGINThe white ceiling of the pack clinic was the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes.
A sharp, awful smell of antiseptic filled my nose. For a few seconds, my mind was completely blank. I didn’t know where I was or why my body felt so unbelievably heavy. But then, like a tidal wave hitting a shore, every terrible memory came rushing back the gathering hall.
Emily’s hand wrapped around Xavier’s arm.
The cruel rejection.
The horrific pain of the mate bond tearing apart.
My heart panicked. My hand flew instantly to my lower stomach.
"My baby..." I choked out, my voice raspy and dry. "Goddess, please... my baby..."
"Calm down, Lyra. Breathe."
The pack doctor, an older man with gray hair named Doctor Thomas, walked quickly over to my bedside. He placed a gentle, steady hand on my shoulder.
"Is my baby gone?" I sobbed, tears instantly blinding my vision. "I bled... I saw the blood..."
"The baby is still here, Lyra," Doctor Thomas said softly, his voice full of quiet sympathy. "It is a miracle, honestly. The shock of the rejection nearly caused a full miscarriage. Your body took a severe blow, but the child’s heartbeat is still strong."
I let out a long, ragged breath, covering my face with both hands as fresh tears spilled over my cheeks. Thank the Moon Goddess. My baby was alive. My small, innocent child was still holding on.
"However," Doctor Thomas warned, his face growing serious, "you are in a very fragile state. You cannot handle any more emotional stress or physical strain. If you go through another shock like that, you will lose the baby. You need rest. Pure, absolute rest."
"Thank you, Doctor," I whispered, holding my stomach as if to protect the tiny life inside me from the rest of the world.
He nodded gently and walked out of the room, closing the wooden door quietly behind him.
Silence filled the small medical room. I lay back against the white pillows, staring up at the ceiling. A deep, hollow ache sat in the center of my chest where my mate bond used to be. It felt like a piece of my soul had been roughly carved out with a rusty knife. Xavier had thrown me away like garbage in front of everyone. He had called me weak. He had chosen my own sister over me.
Suddenly, the door handle turned.
My head snapped toward the door. For one foolish, fleeting second, my broken heart wished it was Xavier. I wished he had realized his mistake. I wished he was coming to apologize, to hold me, to tell me he was sorry.
But it wasn't Xavier.
It was Emily.
She walked into the room with slow, deliberate steps, clicking her expensive heels against the clean floor. She was still wearing the stunning red dress from the gathering. Her light brown hair was flawless, and a sweet, fake smile rested on her lips.
She closed the door behind her and leaned back against it, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Well, well," Emily said, her tone light and casual, as if she were talking about the weather. "Look who survived."
I stared at her, my hands tightening around the thin bedsheets. "What are you doing here, Emily?"
"Oh, don't be like that, little sister," she cooed, walking over to the side of my bed. She picked up a small glass of water from the bedside table, looked at it with disgust, and set it back down. "I came to check on you. A good future Luna always cares for the weak members of her pack."
The word Luna spilled from her mouth like sweet poison. It made my stomach twist into a tight, painful knot.
"You stole him," I said quietly, staring right into her eyes. "You knew he was my mate. You knew I loved him for two whole years."
Emily let out a sharp, musical laugh that made my skin crawl. It was the most irritating, arrogant sound I had ever heard.
"Stole him?" Emily tilted her head, looking down at me like I was an ignorant child. "Lyra, please. You can't steal a man who didn't want to be yours in the first place. Xavier is a powerful Alpha. He needs a real woman by his side, not a pathetic, quiet little charity case."
"We were fated mates!" I snapped, my voice rising despite the dull pain in my chest. "The Moon Goddess chose us!"
"And he rejected the Goddess's choice for me
The evening sun began to sink slowly behind the high western peaks of the northern mountains. It painted the sky in bright, beautiful colors of deep orange, soft pink, and glowing gold. The clouds looked like fluffy pieces of spun cotton floating lazily above the world, catching the last warm rays of daylight before the stars came out to watch over the land.Inside the royal castle, the big dining hall was warm and cozy.A bright fire crackled happily in the large stone fireplace, throwing dancing shadows against the dark wood panels of the walls. On the long wooden dining table sat a simple, hearty meal of roasted meat, fresh bread, sweet butter, and a bowl of bright red apples. There were no fancy political guests tonight. There were no loud southern lords demanding attention, no secret messengers bringing scary news, and no plots hiding in the dark corners.There was only family.Little Aiden sat high up in his wooden booster chair. He had washed his hands and face after his long a
The warm afternoon sun continued to pour down over the royal garden, filling the air with the sweet smell of blooming flowers and fresh green grass. High above the castle walls, a few white clouds drifted slowly across the bright blue spring sky.In the center of the garden, little Aiden was still sitting high up in his father’s strong arms. He kicked his little brown shoes back and forth, completely happy now that he had delivered his very important royal command. He thought that getting a baby sister was just like asking for a new wooden toy or a slice of sweet honey bread—very easy, very fast, and ready by tomorrow morning."Tomorrow morning, okay Papa?" Aiden repeated, patting Kael’s cheek with his sticky little hand. "I want her to have small hands so she can hold my wooden wolf."Kael laughed warmly, catching Aiden’s tiny hand in his big calloused fingers and kissing the back of his little palm."We will see what we can do, my little warrior," Kael said, his deep voice rich with
The cold winter snows of the northern mountains melted away, giving way to a warm, beautiful, and golden spring.For two whole years, peace had lived inside the White Wolf castle. The dark days of war, poison, and terrifying attacks felt like a bad dream from a long time ago. The stone walls of the fortress were no longer filled with fear or tension. Instead, the halls echoed with the bright, happy sounds of life, laughter, and bright sunshine.The castle gardens, which used to be cold and empty, were now full of green grass and colorful flowers. Red roses, white lilies, and bright yellow daisies bloomed along the stone pathways. Warm sunlight poured down from the clear blue sky, warming the old rocks and making the high mountain peaks look like shining crowns of silver and gold.In the middle of the big royal garden, a little boy was running as fast as his small legs could carry him.His name was Aiden. He was two years old now, and he was full of endless energy. Aiden had thick, dar
Down the long, dark hallway of the southern estate, far away from Xavier’s room where the broken glass lay scattered on the floor, another room was very quiet.Lady Emily sat at a small wooden table by her window. The room was dark because she kept the heavy green curtains pulled tight against the pale winter sunlight. She did not want the sun. She did not want the light. She only wanted the dark, because the dark matched the cold, bitter feeling inside her chest.Emily wore a plain black dress. Her face was very thin, and her skin was pale like chalk. She looked like a ghost living in a haunted house.Just a few months ago, Emily had big dreams. She thought she was going to be the most powerful lady in the south. She thought Xavier would love her, marry her, and give her everything she wanted. But all those dreams were gone now, burned to ash by her own bad choices and the cruel reality of the world.She had lost her baby. The little child she carried inside her had died before it ev
The wind blew hard across the southern estate. The sky was grey and heavy, looking like it wanted to snow. Inside the big fancy house, Lord Xavier sat in his leather chair. He looked at the heavy wooden door of his room every few minutes.He was waiting.For three days, Xavier had been waiting for a horse rider to come back from the north. Every time the wind blew or a door creaked, he jumped up, thinking it was the messenger bringing good news. In his silly, broken mind, Xavier truly believed that Alpha Kael would read his letter, feel sorry for him, and send Lyra back home on a soft horse with a polite apology.Xavier smiled to himself, taking a sip of his red wine. He imagined Lyra walking back through his front doors, crying tears of joy because her old master came to save her from the scary northern monster.Any minute now, Xavier thought, his heart beating fast with pride. The guard will walk in. He will hand me a letter written by Kael. Kael will say, "Take her back, Xavier, yo
The morning wind blew cold across the high stone walls of the northern castle. Inside the warm and safe royal palace, the sun shone bright and golden. Everything was quiet and peaceful.Alpha Kael sat at a large wooden table in his private room. He wore a simple black shirt, and his dark hair fell neatly around his strong face. Beside him sat little Aiden. The two-year-old boy had bright blue eyes like his mother and thick dark hair like his father. Aiden was playing happily with a small wooden wolf toy on the rug, making funny growling noises that made Kael smile.Queen Lyra walked into the room carrying a warm cup of herbal tea. She smiled at her husband and her little boy, her heart full of deep and quiet happiness. The dark days of war and danger felt very far away now."Here is your tea, Kael," Lyra said softly, setting the cup down on the wooden table."Thank you, my love," Kael said, reaching out to gently take her hand. He pulled her close for a second, feeling the soft warmth







