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 MoreLyra read the letter three more times.Each time, the words stayed the same. Your mother lives. Come to the Silver Court. Learn the truth."It's a lie," Rowan said. "Seraphine is manipulating you.""Maybe." Lyra set the letter down carefully. "Or maybe it's true.""Your mother died when you were young. Your father told you that.""My father told me a lot of things that turned out to be lies." She looked at him. "What if she didn't die? What if there's more to my story than I know?"Thea crossed her arms. "Even if it's true, walking into the Silver Court alone is suicide. Seraphine kills people who threaten her power. You'd be handing yourself over.""I know.""Then you can't go," Rowan said firmly."I didn't say I was going. I said I need to think." Lyra stood. "Give me space. Please."She walked out before anyone could argue.The camp was quieter now. Most wolves were sleeping after the long night of celebration. Lyra made her way to the edge of the forest where she could breathe.He
The coronation took place under the new moon.Traditional, the elders said. A new moon for a new reign. A fresh start for the North.Lyra stood in a tent surrounded by attendants who fussed over her dress. Deep silver silk that caught the firelight and a crown of twisted metal and moonstone waited on a velvet cushion."You look like a queen," Clara said softly. The servant had stayed loyal through everything and now served as Lyra's personal attendant."I feel like I'm about to throw up."Clara laughed. "That's normal. Every luna feels that way before coronation.""How do you know?""My grandmother served the last luna. She told me stories." Clara adjusted the crown on the cushion. "She said the best rulers are the ones who fear responsibility. It means they'll take it seriously."Lyra stared at her reflection. The girl who'd knelt on cold marble felt like a lifetime ago. This woman looking back was stronger, scarred and changed."It's time," Thea said from the tent entrance. "They're
The celebration lasted three days.The king was dead. The throne reclaimed. Wolves from every territory came to swear loyalty to Rowan. The burned palace still smoked in the distance, but plans were already being drawn for a new one.Victory felt real and solid.Until the fourth morning.Lyra woke to shouting outside her tent. The rebels had set up camp in the fields below the mountain while they rebuilt. She dressed quickly and stepped outside.Kael was running toward her. "It's Rowan. Something's wrong."Her heart stopped. "Where?""Command tent. Now."Lyra ran.She found Rowan collapsed on the ground. Thea knelt beside him, her face pale. Vera pressed a cloth to his forehead."What happened?" Lyra dropped to her knees beside him."He was fine an hour ago," Thea said. "Then he complained of dizziness and headache. Then he just fell."Rowan's skin was gray. Sweat soaked his clothes. His breathing came shallow and fast."Rowan." Lyra grabbed his hand. "Can you hear me?"His eyes barel
The king's body had barely hit the floor when smoke filled the throne room."Fire!" someone screamed. "The west wing is burning!"Lyra's head snapped toward the windows, orange flames licked up the palace walls and black smoke poured through corridors."It's spreading fast," Kael shouted. "We need to evacuate!""The king's loyalists," Vera said, coughing through the smoke. "They're burning the palace rather than let us have it."Chaos erupted. Rebels and remaining guards scrambled for exits. The fire roared closer, hungry and hot.Through the smoke, Lyra saw movement.Elara.Her stepsister was slipping toward a side door, trying to escape in the confusion."No." Lyra's voice was hard. "You're not running."She crossed the throne room in seconds and grabbed Elara's arm."Let go of me!" Elara tried to pull away.Lyra shoved her against the wall. "You betrayed me. Betrayed everyone. You're not leaving until you answer for it.""I did what I had to do to survive." Elara's eyes were wild a
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