Lylah's world is turned upside down when she discovers she's pregnant with Thane's child, just a week before her wedding to Cormac. As she confides in her best friend Shay, she's forced to confront the consequences of her secret affair. But Lylah's revelation hints at a deeper plan - one that could change everything. Will she find a way to escape her arranged marriage and be with the love of her life, or will the secrets she keeps destroy everything?
"Lylah, what did you mean by your last statement?"Lylah had been silent since her careless outburst, thinking about the best way to exonerate herself from the situation, but Shay's skeptical, almost disappointed look, put her in a turbulent conflict within herself. "It's... I... it's nothing..." She stuttered, trying to downplay her previous statement. Shay's eyes narrowed, her gaze piercing as she stared at Lylah. "What is 'nothing'? I'm talking about what you just said." Lylah's heart was pounding furiously now. There was no way of escaping this, unless... "What are you talking about?" she asked, feigning ignorance.Shay's expression was cynical. "Don't play dumb, Lylah. You said the wedding wasn't even going to happen eventually. What did you mean by that?"Lylah hesitated, unsure of how to respond. She couldn't reveal Thane's plan to Shay, not yet. But she also couldn't deny what she had said. "I...I don't know what I meant," she stammered.Shay's eyes flashed with anger. "Lyl
Thane's heart sank as he entered the Alpha's chambers. He had been away for only two days, and had expected to return to a sense of normalcy. But instead, he was met with a scene that made his blood run cold.Alpha Ryker lay on a sick bed, his chest wrapped in bandages. A doctor was stopping over him, making fast the bandages, while a warden - one of the most trusted members of the pack - sat beside him, watching over him with a grave expression.Thane's instincts kicked in, and he rushed to his brother's side, shoving the doctor aside. "What happened?" he demanded, his voice low and urgent.The warden, a grizzled old wolf named Thorne, looked up at him. "He was shot," he said, his voice firm. "He went hunting with his guards yesterday, and...and someone shot him."Thane's eyes narrowed. "Who did it?" he growled.Thorne shook his head. "We don't know. The shot came from a distance, and by the time the wardens got to its source, the shooter was long gone."Thane's mind was racing. He f
Thane sat at the head of the table, surrounded by members of the Lunar Council. The air was thick with tension as the men seated themselves, ready to give their report about the ongoing investigation into the attack on the Alpha. It had been two weeks since the incident, but they seemed to be making very little progress. "Let me hear the latest from the past days." Thane said, his voice firm.Chief Candar, the Chief Warden, was the first to speak. "We have combed the forest again as you requested Sir, however the tyre tracks found near the scene of the crime have led us nowhere especially since the heavy rain that fell two days after the attack washed away the trail."Thane's eyes narrowed. "What about eyewitnesses? I asked for inquiries at the other clans."Aurora, the pack's lead scout, shook her head. "We've questioned everyone in the surrounding Clans, but no one saw or heard anything suspicious."Thane's gaze hardened. He slammed his fist on the table, startling the others. "Tha
Lylah sat on her bed, staring blankly ahead, Thane's letter crumpled in her hand. She had been waiting for what felt like an eternity to hear back from him, and now that she finally had, her world was crumbling around her.Having written to Thane about the pregnancy at Shay's urging, she had been so sure that he would come for her, that he would sweep her off her feet and take her away from the arranged marriage that loomed over her like a dark cloud and they would go off and start a life of their own just as they had planned.But now, as she read between the lines of Thane's reply, she realized that he was in no position to rescue her. His brother was dead, and he was now the Alpha, with a whole new set of responsibilities weighing him down. The last straw was his suggestion that she willingly go into the marriage with Cormac, so that when the pregnancy showed, everyone would think it belonged to Cormac. Lylah felt a wave of despair wash over her. She had been so blind, so foolish to
The sun rose brightly over the horizon, casting a warm glow over the bustling courtyard. Alone in her room, Lylah sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes fixed on the floor as she struggled to come to terms with the day ahead. She had sent for Shay, the only person who knew her secret, and her friend's arrival was a welcome distraction. "I'm here, Lyl." Shay announced as she pushed the door open and stepped in. "You've made your hair, it's beautiful!" Lylah remarked as soon as Shay sat beside her on the bed. Shay's blonde hair had been beautifully interwoven at the back, with curls delicately cascading on the sides of it. Shay chuckled, her eyes beaming with happiness at the compliment. "And you've not made yours." She replied. "It appears I'm even more ready than the bride herself. Today's the day, isn't it?" She asked. Lylah forced a smile. "Yep, I guess it is." Shay looked closely at her, stooping low and running her eyes over Lylah's face in her motherly fashion. "You look a bit
Lylah and Cormac didn't return to the Courtyard after their run. Rather, as tradition demanded, they made their way to the Alphahold, where Lylah's belongings were already waiting for her in Cormac's chambers. The Alphahold, a grand and imposing structure, the seat of the Alpha himself, loomed before them. Lylah felt a shiver run down her spine as they approached the entrance, the heavy wooden door creaking open to admit them. Cormac's parents were just coming in as well, and warmly welcomed her before going in to their own chambers. "I'm going to wash up," Cormac said, his voice ringing out like a bell on the warm night as he entered the bathroom. The sound of running water and the scent of soap wafted through the air, mingling with the smell of wood smoke and pine reaching all the way from the bonfire at the Courtyard.Lylah took as much time as possible undressing herself, her fingers trembling as she unfastened the delicate buttons on her wedding gown. She hung the dress on a hook
Lylah sat stiffly beside Cormac, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. The grand living room of the Alphahold was filled with the sound of laughter and conversation, as guests came and went, congratulating the newlyweds.Cormac's mother, the Alpha's mate, smiled warmly as she refilled the wine cups in front of them. "You two make a lovely couple," she said. "You'll do very well."Lylah forced a smile, her eyes darting to Cormac, who was looking stolidly ahead with an intensity that made her skin crawl. He hadn't said two words to her since the previous night, and she knew that he was still seething with anger at the occurrences of the past night. As the day wore on, the room filled with more guests, dignitaries from the other clans of the Realm, with their gifts, to congratulate the Alpha's son and his new mate on their marriage. Lylah didn't feel comfortable with all the attention, however, this was tradition. She was married to the next-in-line Alpha, so she had to sit tight and
The sun was setting over the calm waters of the lake, casting a golden glow over the gathered crowd. Thane stood at the water's edge, his eyes fixed on the boat in front of him, decorated with a wreath of flowers. In it lay Alpha Ryker’s corpse, draped in a green, funeral cloak.The clan's shaman, a wise and aged woman, stepped forward and began to chant. Her voice was low and soothing, and it seemed to match the rhythm of the waves lapping against the shore. The crowd fell silent, mesmerized by the ritual.When the shaman finished her chant, the crowd erupted into a mournful cry, their collective grief echoing across the lake. Thane felt a lump form in his throat as he gazed out at the boat, overwhelmed by a profound sense of loss. His sister, Drena, stood somberly beside him. She had arrived from Galenstar the previous day with her two children, but the night's rest seemed to have offered her little respite, as she looked even more exhausted than when she had first arrived. On Thane
The Living Room was quiet now. The hearth still crackled faintly, the scent of warm bread still lingered in the air, but the room felt hollow—emptied of voices, of presence.Thane stood alone, arms folded behind his back, staring once more through the tall arched window. Outside, the silver dusk had begun to descend over Lunarville, and the faint sounds of training echoed in the far distance—arrows thudding into wood, warriors barking commands, the occasional howl cutting through the wind.But inside him, there was only silence.He no longer had a Luna to speak with since his two mates got lost to fate and the last ran for her life. Drena, too, hadn’t visited in a while. He’d never minded the solitude before. He’d built his rule on decisiveness, not public opinion. And yet, now… he longed for a voice to complement his own. A physical presence. A confidante. And it was in that yearning that his mind drifted, once again, to Lylah.The ache came softly, like fog curling through the crac
The days that followed the quiet meeting in the strategy chamber were anything but quiet.Thane, together with Alpha Billam and Alpha Cochram, wasted no time. With the alliance now formed—small as it was—they began fortifying Lunarville and their own clans. Patrols were doubled. Old signal towers were repaired and rekindled. Hidden caches of silver-resistant armor were dug up from storage, and training resumed with renewed intensity.Archers were drilled from dawn till dusk, their arrows tipped with sharpened obsidian and infused with wolfsbane extracts in case of ambush. Gauntlets—thick, rune-etched iron bracers designed to deflect both blades and bullets—were redistributed to front-line fighters. Trap-masters, a nearly forgotten order from the First Hunt Era, were summoned back into service to lay intricate trigger snares through the outer paths of the Heartwood.Fire pits laced with scented herbs to mask scent trails were dug near every village boundary. Night sentinels were traine
LUNARVILLE The hearth crackled quietly in Lunarville's strategy chamber, its warmth casting shifting amber light across the stone walls. Afternoon sunlight filtered through high windows, illuminating the maps and war tokens spread across the long table.Alpha Thane sat at the head, jaw tight, eyes on the flames rather than the two Alphas seated with him. The silence between them was heavy—not hostile, but thoughtful.It was Alpha Billam who broke it.“I know it felt like last week's convention was a failure,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “But don’t let that deter you. All isn't lost yet.”Thane didn’t respond at once, but his eyes flicked briefly toward Billam.Billam continued, “For what it’s worth, I stand with you. And you know I mean that fully. Unity is the only way forward, and though the others can’t—or won’t—see that yet, some of us do.” He glanced at the other man across the table. “Cochram agrees.”Alpha Cochram gave a short nod. “I do. After I slept on it, I couldn’t
The sterile air in the lab still shimmered faintly with the heat of success. The scientists’ footsteps had barely faded from the corridor, and the applause they had given still rang in Justine's ear. The moment had felt victorious, but Dr. Ganner's last words were now threatening to throw him off balance. He had remained where he stood, his hands behind his back, eyes fixed on the matte-black weapon at the center of the table. Beside him, Dr. Ganner was no longer smiling.“Well?” Justine asked, his voice low. “What kind of problems?”Dr. Ganner didn’t answer immediately. He moved to a nearby screen, fingers tapping with habitual precision until streams of data and gene sequences rolled into view. His expression was taut.“I’ve encountered challenges with developing the antidote,” he said. “Serious challenges.”Justine’s brow furrowed as he turned toward his friend. “Peter, you’ve had weeks. You've had Kael’s blood for ages, full lab access, state of the art equipment, financial suppo
The research lab on the second floor buzzed with quiet urgency. Blueprints were spread across metal tables, glowing monitors tracked chemical reactions, and at the center of the room sat the Kyrexin-X—a matte black, angular device. Its surface was fitted with slim vents and illuminated digital panels that pulsed with soft blue light, casting a faint glow onto the surrounding equipment.A group of white-coated scientists moved with precision around the device, performing final checks and calibrations.In the far corner, Justine stood beside Dr. Ganner, observing the work going on before them. Right behind them, Kael stood in front of a desk, watching them with apprehension.“I believe we should move in a week,” Justine said, his voice calm but resolute. “They’re tightening their patrols. Harris’ intel confirms it. If we wait too long, we lose the element of surprise.”Dr. Ganner stroked his grey-speckled beard thoughtfully. “And I believe a fortnight is more prudent,” he said with gent
Kael closed the door to his room behind him, leaning against it as a long, shaky breath escaped his lungs. The silence was deafening. He pressed his palms into his eyes, trying—and failing—to shut out the memory of Lylah’s anguished cries, the pain in Angela’s eyes, the sound of the tray crashing to the ground.Why did everything feel so wrong?He paced the room, restless, agitated. Losing sight of the fact that he had been preparing to go out earlier, he pick up a book from his nightstand and pried it open, but the words blurred uselessly before him. He turned on his computer, then shut it off almost immediately. His chest felt tight, his mind a whirlwind of guilt, anger, confusion. He couldn't focus, couldn't be himself.Without even consciously deciding, his feet carried him down the hallway. His pulse hammered in his ears. His heart twisted with a feeling he didn't want to name. Before he could second-guess himself, he reached Angela’s door and, without knocking, slid it open.Ang
Lylah’s morning began with silence, save for the occasional sound of the kitchen clock ticking rhythmically in the background. She stood by the stove, preparing a breakfast as if it were any other day, as though her world hadn’t gotten even worse over the last few weeks. The aroma of crispy bacon, sizzling eggs, and freshly brewed coffee filled the kitchen, offering a fleeting comfort in an otherwise bleak atmosphere. But the food wasn’t for her; it was for Kael.She carefully arranged the tray—scrambled eggs, some bacon, a slice of buttered toast, and a cup of coffee—and, once everything was set, carried it from the kitchen with quiet determination. As she passed through the hallway, a security guard, who had been standing outside the door like a silent sentinel, followed her closely. Lylah didn’t mind the guard, though; she had grown used to the twenty-four hour surveillance. What she couldn't get used to was the coldness in Kael’s eyes every time he looked at her, as if she were n
A heavy silence cloaked the Great Hall after Thane's words. For a brief moment, it seemed the weight of truth might bind them.Then Alpha Hijar of Villapaw leaned back, one brow raised, voice laced with pointed skepticism. “You speak of unity as though it’s a simple thing, Thane,” he said. “But the clans are autonomous for a reason. Always have been. Your... noble motive notwithstanding,”—he tilted his head with a wry smirk—“suggesting that we all come together might sound heroic, but it’s just like telling us Alphas to give up our autonomy, and that's not the way of our kind.”Thane’s eyes flared, his patience strained. “This isn’t about anyone giving up his autonomy, Hijar! It’s about survival. About werewolves standing as one realm against a common enemy. Humans don’t care which banner we raise or which clan they attack first, they want us all gone.”Alpha Renosh raised a calming hand, his voice the most level among them. “I understand you, Thane. I truly do. But I also understand
The warm, amber glow of crystal lanterns hung from the high arched ceiling of the Great Hall, casting soft light over the polished timber walls and intricately patterned stone floor. The space was grand yet refined, a testament to Lunarville's blend of tradition and progress. The long council table, carved from a single ancient tree, stretched the length of the hall, surrounded by high-backed chairs marked with the sigils of each clan.Seven Alphas sat in their respective seats, their faces drawn with the gravity of the moment. Though the Great Hall buzzed faintly with the low hum of energy panels lining the edges—hidden cleverly behind natural textures—the air was heavy with silence. Tension rippled beneath the surface.At the head sat Alpha Thane, his expression as resolute as the blade of a warrior who has seen too many battles. His eyes swept the room before settling briefly on the youngest Alpha among them.“I want to acknowledge Alpha Cormac of Ravenhurst,” he began, his voice e