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The Weight of the Future

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Lyra’s Pov

‎They put names on a list for children who do not exist yet, and that tells me everything about how long they have been planning this.

‎After Margaret was taken to secure holding, Theron and I stood alone in the war room. The list sat on the table between us like a living thing. Neither of us spoke for a long time. I kept staring at it, at the handwriting Margaret had used to confirm what she had already told us.

‎I thought about my mother. Mira had died because of what her daug
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    Lyra's Pov ‎Two weeks before the Blood Moon, Theron asked me something I was not prepared for.‎‎The morning after I made my private decision about the vision, I went to the garden before anyone else was up. The herb beds I planted when I first arrived as Luna, back when everything about this place still felt foreign and cold, were flourishing in a way that surprised me. I sat on the stone bench, running my fingers through the leaves, trying to calm the thoughts racing in my head. The vision of Theron standing alone in the ceremony circle kept replaying. I had not told him yet. I was still deciding if I should.‎‎Footsteps approached. Theron. He sat beside me without preamble, his shoulder brushing mine. For a moment we just sat in silence, the bond humming quietly between us.‎‎"I want to claim you properly," he said suddenly.‎‎I turned to look at him. "We are marked. We are bonded."‎‎"We are marked," he agreed. "We had a contract ceremony, signed under pressure, witnessed by

  • THE RUTHLESS ALPHA'S MARKED BRIDE    The Old Families

    Lyra's Pov ‎ ‎The old families have been waiting above the conspiracy we dismantled, and now they are done waiting. ‎ ‎The Continental Council chamber was packed and tense the moment we walked in. Alphas and Lunas from every major territory filled the rows of seats, more faces than I had ever seen gathered in one room at once. No one had answers yet, and you could feel that uncertainty sitting heavy over the whole chamber. Reports kept coming in even as the session opened, aides moving up to whisper updates to their Alphas mid-meeting. Not just three territories attacked anymore. Seven now. All overnight. All targeting specific bloodlines with a precision that felt deliberate rather than random. The room buzzed with a mixture of fear and confusion. Council members kept turning to look at each other, searching for someone, anyone, who might have an explanation that made sense of what was happening. ‎ ‎My Oracle gift read the room like an open book. The fear in that chamber was g

  • THE RUTHLESS ALPHA'S MARKED BRIDE    The Training

    Lyra's Pov Learning what you actually are is more terrifying than any enemy who has ever tried to kill you. Back at the Northern Territory estate, Calla was recovering in the medical wing but refused to rest. She sat up in bed, looking pale but determined, waving away the healers who kept trying to make her lie down. "There is too much to cover and too little time," she said, her voice steady. She patted the chair beside her bed. "Sit, Lyra. We start now." I sat down, my hands clasped tight in my lap. My heart was beating fast. I had been treating my visions like warnings I had to fight. Calla was about to tell me something different. "The first lesson is what Oracle sight actually is," she began, looking straight at me. "Not prediction. Not fortune telling. Not visions of fixed futures." I leaned forward, listening carefully. My gift had been chaotic and overwhelming. Now it felt like it was listening too. "Oracles see the weight of choices," Calla continued. "They see what be

  • THE RUTHLESS ALPHA'S MARKED BRIDE    The Oracle Elder

    Lyra’s PovShe is chained to a wall in an abandoned settlement, and she has been waiting forty years for us to find her.We reach the coordinates before dawn. The settlement looks like it died decades ago, roofs caved in, windows black and empty. But the dirt path leading to the main building is too clean. Someone has been walking it."Recently," Theron says. I feel it before I see it. The pull in my chest, sharp and insistent, like a hook dragging me forward. I follow it without thinking, past Theron's hand reaching to stop me, past Damon's warning look.The third conspirator is dead in the doorway of the main building. Throat open, blood barely dry. Whoever did this left less than an hour ago."Not us," Damon says quietly, checking the body. "Someone got here first."Theron's jaw tightens. "Someone who didn't want him talking."We move through the building carefully. Every room empty, stripped, dust thick on everything except a narrow path worn into the floor leading to a door at

  • THE RUTHLESS ALPHA'S MARKED BRIDE    The Weight of the Future

    Lyra’s Pov‎They put names on a list for children who do not exist yet, and that tells me everything about how long they have been planning this.‎‎After Margaret was taken to secure holding, Theron and I stood alone in the war room. The list sat on the table between us like a living thing. Neither of us spoke for a long time. I kept staring at it, at the handwriting Margaret had used to confirm what she had already told us. ‎‎I thought about my mother. Mira had died because of what her daughter might one day become. That had always been the shape of the threat. Now there was another layer stacked on top of it. What our children might become. Not children we had. Children who did not exist yet, who might never exist, who were already written into someone's contingency plan like a problem to be solved in advance. The conspiracy did not just want the present dealt with. It was hunting the future before the future had even arrived.‎‎Theron finally broke the silence. "This started be

  • THE RUTHLESS ALPHA'S MARKED BRIDE    The Leak

    Lyra's Pov ‎The only way to find a spy is to tell everyone a different lie and see which one travels.‎‎The morning after the discovery, Theron and I worked through the problem systematically in his office. Six people had been in that room when we made the plan. Theron, me, Damon, Sera and two Council guards who had been posted just inside the door the entire time, present for every word. We started by eliminating who it could not be.‎‎Sera was off the list immediately. She had given us the names. She had no reason to build a trap and then warn the people inside it. That made no sense. ‎‎Theron and I eliminated each other without discussion. The bond between us made that simple. I would have felt it if he was hiding something that large. He would have felt it from me. We moved on.‎ ‎Damon was harder. Forty years of loyalty was not nothing. Theron had known him since childhood. But loyalty was not unbreakable, and the right kind of pressure applied over enough time could bend a

  • THE RUTHLESS ALPHA'S MARKED BRIDE    Aftermath & Rejection

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  • THE RUTHLESS ALPHA'S MARKED BRIDE    The Ultimatum

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