로그인CharlotteThe next few days I was as free as a bird so I decided to use all of that free time to gather information.I started by spending more time in the palace so I could watch Lyra more carefully whenever our paths crossed. The palace was busy enough that there was always a perfectly innocent reason to be wherever I was at the time.All I had to do was remain close enough to notice the slightest changes, the pauses, the expressions that lingered a little too long. In most cases, those revealed a lot more than anything someone might say aloud.At first, the changes were almost unnoticeable.The few times I had seen Lyra, she had always seemed observant. But now, she seemed to listen to Raguel differently. Whenever he spoke, her attention remained fixed on him longer than usual. It was as if she was weighing his words instead of just accepting them as the truth. I also began to notice that she had started asking more questions than she used to.One afternoon, I happened to be passin
CharlotteBefore the day was over, news of the private meetings between Lyra and the visiting delegates reached me.Since Miguel was in Hong Kong, I was back to my place. I was sitting in my room when one of my maids casually mentioned that three delegates from distant packs had been granted a private audience with the Queen. I kept my expression neutral as I continued smoothening out invisible creases from my dress, but my mind had already shifted to what she was saying.“Do you know what they wanted?” I asked.“No, my lady. Only that they specifically requested to meet Queen Lyra.”“And they were allowed to?”“Yes.”I nodded slowly, allowing my gaze to remain on the fabric of my dress. “Thank you. You may go.”She bowed and left.Once the door closed behind her, I leaned back in my chair and considered what I had heard. A private meeting. Three delegates. Lyra.Raguel had allowed it, which meant there was nothing illegal involved. Nothing political had happened, as far as anyone kne
LyraThe request had been unexpected enough to catch me off guard, especially after everything that had been happening over the past few days. Most people coming into the palace only came to see Raguel when they wanted something from the crown, so the idea that they had specifically asked for me felt strange.When the guard told me that they refused to discuss with Raguel, my curiosity only grew stronger. There was something about the secrecy surrounding their visit that made me uneasy, and the more I tried to dismiss it, the more questions seemed to gather in my mind.After Habeela and I were alone again, I turned toward her.“I want to meet them.”She looked at me with concern. “Are you sure?”I nodded. “If they traveled down here to speak to me personally, I want to know why.”She hesitated before giving me a small nod. “Then you should meet them.”I straightened my dress and took a breath before leaving the room. I tried not to let my imagination run wild as I made my way toward t
RaguelI was going through the latest council records while pretending to be listening to Maximus when the doors opened and one of the palace guards stepped inside."My King."I looked up from the documents in front of me, my attention shifting from the reports spread across the table to the guard standing several feet away. His posture was respectful, but there was enough urgency in the way he had entered that I immediately set the report aside."What is it?"The guard bowed slightly."We've received a request from three smaller packs. Their delegates have arrived at the palace and are asking to meet Queen Lyra privately."My hand stopped over the page."Privately?""Yes, my King."The room immediately became quieter. The faint rustling of papers ceased, and the men seated around the council table turned their attention toward the guard. Elias exchanged a concerned glance with Victor, while Maximus leaned forward in his chair, his expression sharpening with interest."Three packs?" E
LyraHabeela stopped walking and opened her mouth to speak, but instead, she burst into tears.Her face turned away, like she could somehow hide what was happening if I didn’t see her properly. It did nothing to hide the redness around her eyes or the way her shoulders shuddered with each sob.She clutched her phone so tightly that her knuckles had gone pale, her fingers trembling around it as she struggled to regain control of herself.I hurried to her. “Habeela?”For a moment, she just sniffed and wiped her face aggressively, trying to pull herself together. She rubbed at her cheeks but the tears continued to gather faster than she could wipe them away.I stepped closer. “What happened?”She shook her head quickly and looked away. “Nothing.”“Don’t tell me nothing, Habeela. You’re crying.”“I’m fine.”“Well, you don’t look fine.”That seemed to break whatever little composure she had managed to gather. She covered her mouth with one hand as another sob escaped her, her eyes squeezin
HabeelaI was both excited and terrified as I left the palace that morning.I had never known how to tell Zevran the truth, but after everything I had seen with Lyra the previous day, I knew I could not keep hiding it from him. If I truly wanted a future with him, he deserved to know who I really was, no matter how difficult the truth might be.Yet, now that I was actually on my way to see him, the certainty I had felt in my room began to fade with every step. The closer I got to his office, the more my confidence wavered and my stomach tightened with nerves.I kept rehearsing the conversation in my head, hoping it would make things easier. I would tell him the truth. He would be surprised, perhaps ask questions, and I would answer them. Then, hopefully, he would understand.I tried to convince myself that everything would be fine. If Zevran truly loved me, he would accept every part of who I was. I knew that. At least, I desperately wanted to believe it.By the time I reached his off
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
LYRAI woke up feeling like I had been dragged through something I couldn’t remember. My body felt heavy and weak, with an aching, unfamiliar soreness. I lay still, trying to piece together fragments of the night before. Flashes—red eyes, a voice, a hand around my neck, the words, “Your husband sold
LYRAThe color completely drained from Aaron's face. His palms tightened into fists, and his Adam's apple bubbled up and down. His lips thinned into furious lines, and I expected him to wake up and put an end to this. I expected him to call the deal off, drag me protectively to his side, and annou
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







