LOGINRejected by her fated mate. Forced to marry a crippled prince everyone calls broken. Lyra Hale expected nothing but humiliation in the frozen North. Then she discovered the truth. Prince Rowan isn't crippled. He's dangerous. Deadly. Building a rebellion in secret while the world thinks he's weak. When palace assassins hunt her and a corrupt king threatens everything, Lyra stops being the substitute bride everyone overlooks. She trains. She fights. Her hidden power awakens. But war is only the beginning. Ancient prophecies. Forbidden magic. A bloodline that connects her to kingdoms that should be dead. Lyra thought she was nobody. Turns out, she's the heir three thrones have been waiting for. And the most powerful queen wants her dead.
View MoreChapter One-The Hope That Broke Me
Nora’s POV I stared at the cracked mirror, brushing down the pale blue dress I borrowed from the kitchen maid. It was nothing fancy. My hair was pinned back. No makeup. My shoes didn't even match. But I still smiled. Because tonight, I wasn’t just any girl. I was his. Alpha Kade. My friend. It had been a secret. He said it wasn't the right time to tell anyone, and people wouldn't understand that an omega couldn't be Luna yet-but soon, very soon. He'd be holding me in his arms and whispering, "Soon, Nora. Just wait for me." So I waited. And tonight, in front of the whole pack, he would finally say my name. In my trembling hands I clutched the pendant he had given me, a small silver moon-the only thing I truly possessed. My hands shook, but my heart was full. He wouldn’t betray me. He couldn’t. Not after everything we shared. Not after all the nights spent in his arms, thinking maybe… maybe I was finally enough. Lights twinkled across the hall. Music. Laughter. Warriors were dancing with their mates. She-wolves in silk dresses were twirling around the open floor. No one noticed when I slipped inside through the back. But my eyes searched for him. There. Alpha Kade. Standing proud. Cold. Perfect. In a black suit with silver buttons that gleamed under the light. He looked around the room—and then… his eyes met mine. I waited for a smile. For the nod For anything which had said, "I see you." But he looked away. Just like that. I frowned. Perhaps he was nervous, perhaps all an act for the onlookers. I moved closer. But I do catch a glimpse of my best friend. Clara. I moved closer, my heart pounding. She was standing beside him… as if she belonged there. Her dress was deep red, her hair curled just right, and her lips were painted like blood. She smiled at him. Then he smiled back. My heart stopped. Kade raised his hand. "Tonight," he said, "I will name the one chosen by the Moon Goddess to be my mate… and Luna of the Shadowfang Pack." I reached for my pendant once more. Please. Please let it be me. He stepped aside. Clara stepped forward. And he took her hand. I couldn’t breathe. What? No. No. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t real. "This," Kade said, "is the she-wolf I have chosen." The room erupted in cheers. But all I could hear was the sound of my world breaking. Clara turned her head and looked right at me. She knew. She knew everything: she was the one I told about the kisses, the late-night visits, the promise of tonight. She knew. And she still took him. My legs moved before my mind caught up. I stepped into the open. “Kade,” I whispered, “what are you doing?” His jaw clenched. I took another step. "You said I was yours. You said… “I never said anything,” he snapped, his voice cold as ice. A couple of people stared after him. “You’re lying,” I choked out. “We—we were together. You… “That was a mistake,” he said. “A game.” Tears welled up my eyes. "But the bond. You felt it. You marked me—" He laughed. "Mark you? An omega?" His eyes were cruel. "You really believed you were anything more than a warm body?" I flinched. “You were convenient,” he said sharply. “That’s all.” The crowd gasped. Clara didn’t bat an eyelid. "I, Alpha Kade of Shadowfang Pack, reject you as my mate." The room spun. No. Please, no. “You're not worthy. You're not Luna. And from this moment on… you're nothing.” I shook my head, choking on sobs. “You loved me… "No," he said coldly. "I used you. Now up to you guards, drag her out. I ran. Out of the hall. Into the cold. Past the people who laughed. Past the guards who turned their faces. Nobody stopped me. Nobody cared. Not even him. Not even her. I fell at the edge of the forest, on my knees, and the mud swallowed them in. The moon above was watching in silence, much like a witness. I clutched my necklace and screamed. Not for him. But for the version of me who had believed. Who had trusted. Who had loved too much. And so with the wind whistling through the treetops, I whispered through shattered lips- “Why did you give me to him, Moon Goddess… why?”Lyra rode through the palace gates with her heart still racing from the meeting with Seraphine. The weight of the queen’s words pressed on her like a stone. The prophecy. The one who stands between worlds. She had barely spoken on the ride back, her mind turning over every look, every pause, every careful word exchanged in that guarded hall. The alliance was forming, but at what cost? Seraphine’s demand that Rowan stay behind still burned inside her. She needed to see him. She needed to feel his arms around her and know he was still fighting.The courtyard was quieter than usual. Servants moved quickly, heads down, avoiding her eyes. The war had changed everything. Fear hung in the air like smoke. She dismounted quickly and handed the reins to a waiting stable boy, then hurried toward their chambers. Her boots echoed on the stone floors. Every step felt heavier. She had been gone only a few hours, but it felt like days.When she pushed open the door to their private rooms, the silence
Lyra stepped into the guarded hall with her heart hammering against her ribs. The air felt thick, heavy with suspicion and old power. Torches burned along the walls, casting long, flickering shadows that danced across the faces of the Silver Court nobles. They watched her like hawks, their eyes sharp and untrusting. Every step she took echoed in the silence. She could feel their judgment pressing down on her, heavy as stone.Rowan had wanted to come with her. He had argued until his voice grew hoarse, but in the end the weakness in his body had won. He stayed behind at the palace, the shadow mark draining him more each day. The memory of his tired eyes as she left him made her chest ache. She was doing this for him. For all of them. But walking into this hall alone felt like stepping into a cage.Seraphine waited at the far end of the long table. The Silver Queen sat straight and regal, her silver hair braided with threads of moonlight. Her eyes, cold and calculating, fixed on Lyra th
Lyra watched Rowan as he slowly lowered himself into the chair at the head of the war table. His movements were careful, like every breath hurt. The shadow mark was hidden beneath his tunic, but she knew it was there, spreading, eating away at him from the inside. She wanted to tell him to go back to bed. To rest. But she knew he would refuse. He always did when it came to protecting their people.The large chamber was filled with maps, half-burned reports, and the heavy scent of candle wax and tension. Rebel leaders, clan elders, and a few wary representatives from distant packs sat around the long wooden table. Their faces were drawn with exhaustion and fear. The war had taken its toll on everyone, but none more visibly than the man beside her.Rowan reached under the table and found her hand. His fingers were cold, but he squeezed hers gently, trying to reassure her. She squeezed back harder, her heart aching. She could feel how much strength it took for him just to sit here. Yet h
Lyra stood on the ridge overlooking the battlefield, the cold wind whipping her cloak around her legs. Smoke still rose from the villages that had fallen the day before. Rowan stood beside her, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. She could see the effort it took for him to stay upright. The shadow mark had spread further across his chest, and every breath seemed to cost him. Yet he was here, refusing to stay behind in the palace while their people fought and died. "I should be down there with them," he said quietly, his voice rough. His fingers brushed hers, a small touch that carried everything they could not say out loud. Fear. Love. The quiet terror that one of these days he might not be able to stand beside her at all. "You are exactly where you need to be," Lyra replied. She turned to him, searching his face. The exhaustion in his eyes broke her heart every time. "We fight smarter now. Not harder. You taught me that." He gave her a small, tired smile that did not reac
Lyra couldn't sleep.The claw marks on her door haunted her every time she closed her eyes. Four deep gouges. A warning and a promise.You're not safe here.She sat by her window, watching the moon climb higher over the mountains. The palace had gone quiet hours ago. No footsteps in the halls. No v
The summons came at dawn.Lyra had barely slept. Every creak of the floorboards and every whisper of wind against the window made her jump. The note lay under her pillow. "He did not reject you by choice." She'd memorized every curve of every letter, trying to understand who would risk leaving it.
Rowan stared at Lyra for what felt like forever.The silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken threats. Finally, he stepped back. Giving her space to breathe."You're right," he said quietly. "I can't send you away now. But understand this. What you saw, what you heard, it stays between u
Lyra didn't sleep that night.She lay in the too-soft bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying everything. The rejection, the warning and thea's whispered words about Rowan pretending.Pretending what exactly?When dawn broke, Lyra made a decision. She wasn't going to hide in this room. Wasn't going











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