LOGINLyraI was still lost in my thoughts when I felt Raguel’s hand cover the hand on my knee. When I looked up at him, I realized we were already driving into the estate gates. The second the car rolled to a stop, a young guard rushed to open my door.“Thank you Chase,” I said with a sweet smile, chuckling when he blushed.Without waiting for Raguel, I hurried inside. “Habeela?”No answer.I climbed the stairs two at a time, making my way to her bedroom. On my way, a couple of maids bowed when they saw me, but I was already looking past them.“Is Habeela in her room?”They exchanged glances before one of them answered. “No, Luna. She stepped out a while ago.”My stomach dropped. “What do you mean stepped out?”“She left some hours ago.”I pulled out my phone again to check if she had dropped a message only to remember that she didn’t have a phone anymore.My heart began pounding so loudly that I could hear it.“Lyra.”I turned so quickly that I nearly lost my balance.Raguel was walking t
HabeelaLiving with Lyra had started to feel… normal.Sometimes, that thought alone frightened me because I wasn’t used to ‘normal’. I wasn’t used to waking up without wondering what kind of mood someone else would be in or laughing loudly without worrying that it would annoy somebody.It had only been a few weeks, yet every morning I still caught myself waiting for something terrible to happen.It never did.I smiled to myself as I wandered through the hallway that afternoon. The house was unusually quiet. Lyra and Raguel had left earlier that morning for pack business. I reached into the pocket of my cardigan, instinctively searching for my phone before remembering again that it wasn’t there.“Oh…” I sighed.The night I left Heath’s house, I had misplaced my phone somewhere. At first, I had thought about asking Lyra to call it but then I realized how peaceful it felt without it.Maybe I didn’t even need another phone.“Luna Habeela?”I turned around and saw one of the guards standin
LyraThe door of Raguel’s room clicked shut behind us softly, the sound echoing in the sudden silence. My heart hammered against my ribs and I could feel Raguel’s eyes on me, burning into my back as I walked to the centre of his room.“What the hell were you thinking when you invited Miguel over?” His voice was low and dangerous.My throat tightened and swallowed hard. “I just—”“Don’t.” He took a step toward me, the sound of his footsteps muffled by the thick rug. “Don’t lie to me, Lyra. Don’t do that.”My pussy clenched involuntarily, a traitorous response to his murderous tone. I watched him approach, my body frozen to my spot in the centre of the room. His dark eyes glinted with mild anger and beneath it, there was a hint of possession.“You invited him here.” It wasn’t a question. “Without my permission.”I shrugged, trying to come off more confident than I felt. “I didn’t think you’d mind. After all, he saved our lives…”“Exactly.” He closed the distance between us, his free han
Lyra“I still think you’re doing too much.” Habeela didn’t even glance up from the tray she was arranging as she spoke.“It’s called celebrating, my love,” I grinned. “These past weeks have been a whole lot. You survived a terrible husband and I survived a psychopath. I think that’s enough reason to celebrate.”“Well, I can’t argue with that.”The dining room buzzed with activity.Servants hurried around us carrying platters while Habeela insisted on helping despite everyone’s attempts to stop her. She looked… lighter than she did before. She smiled more and laughed easier.Everywhere smelled of roasted turkey, mashed potatoes and gravy, casserole and every other spread that we’ve made. Habeela adjusted the table cloth, a flush of color returning to her cheeks. She was wearing a simple lavender dress that hid the fading bruises around her body. Seeing her walk without a limp filled my chest with a relief that made the last month of terror feel like a distant bad dream.“So,” she nudge
LyraIt had already been two weeks since everything that had happened and Habeela was yet to wake up from her coma. By a stroke of luck, she had managed to survive the poisoned knife. Since then, she had been in my room with the in-house doctors monitoring her condition. All of them were hopeful that she’d actually wake up from the coma, despite the fact that she was unresponsive.I sat in the armchair beside the bed, a book resting forgotten on my lap. My fingers traced the mark on my collarbone—where Aaron’s knife had drawn blood.A low gasp cut through the silence of the room and I snapped my head up immediately, my heart doing an ecstatic leap against my ribs. On the bed, Habeela’s dark eyelashes fluttered and her fingers twitched against the sheets as her head rolled slowly to the side. Her brow furrowed before her eyes finally opened.They wandered around the room in confusion, blinking against the sunlight before settling on me.“Lyra,” she muttered.“Habeela,” I gasped, a wave
RaguelThe metallic collar burned against the skin of my throat, suppressing my powers gradually and leaving me weak by the minute. As if the power shield wasn’t enough, Heath had bound my hands behind my back.I sat on my knees on the floor, looking up at the man who had been my closest ally in the Council. “Your plan is flawed, Heath,” I said, my voice coming out in weak mutters. “You have spent months planning this yet you didn’t think to take time out to study the woman you have tied to that pillar.” I shook my head and looked at Lyra. “She will never stay still for you. She will never comply with your atrocities, and she will never sit on a throne you stole. The moment you untie her, she will rather die than take a single command from you.”Heath stopped his slow pacing, turning his head to look down at me. An unsettling smile spread on his lips, that made my blood run cold.“She won’t be able to do anything, Raguel,” Heath countered mockingly. “You think I’m a dumb fool? Why wo
LyraBy the fifth shower, even the freezing water failed to quench the heat raging within. It only made me more hypersensitive, turning every drop of icy cold water into an agonizing tease against my flesh.I stepped back into the silver-bathed bedroom, my silk nightgown clinging to my damp body li
LYRATwo hours ago, I was full of hope and excitement about how the night would play out, but now, my body was as heavy as lead, and my thoughts were in disarray. For the rest of the drive, Aaron had coached me about what to do and what not to do. He told me to do whatever Raguel requested of me
LYRAFor a minute, everything existed in echoes and blurs. I expected Aaron to laugh and tell me he was joking, or to tell me he had dismissed Raguel immediately and that they were currently hunting for another investor. But my husband did none of that. He continued driving through the quiet road
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