LOGINRaguelThe silence on the drive back to the packhouse was almost suffocating. Lyra didn’t look at me once during the drive. She stared out the side window, the streetlights painting streaks of gold across her face as they passed, her hands folded tightly in her lap. I kept my gaze fixed on the road, my fingers white-knuckled on the steering wheel. Every time I honked, she flinched.Not enough to be obvious, but enough that I noticed because I noticed everything about her.When we finally pulled into the estate, she didn’t wait for me to open her door. As soon as I killed the engine, she bolted out frantically. I followed at a distance, careful not to spook her. Inside the room, she didn’t speak either. She didn’t even acknowledge I was there. She walked straight into the bathroom and clicked the lock shut.I took a seat on the edge of her bed, studying the room. On the nightstand, there was a framed photo of her in a burgundy gown, smiling like she’d just been handed the world. It had
VillianThe room was quiet except for the occasional crackle of the fire.A man stood before the fire with his hands clasped behind his back, his face hidden beneath the shadow of a hood. He watched the dancing flames without blinking.For a long while, he said nothing and then, a quiet chuckle escaped him."It worked."Another figure lingered at the other end of the room. "You sound pleased."The hooded man smiled to himself. "I am.""Everything unfolded exactly as it needed to."The second figure stepped closer."Omar failed. But I always knew there was a chance he would. He was too reckless, loud and emotional." The hooded man shook his head and continued, "He believed rage alone could defeat Raguel."The second figure folded their arms. "You invested years into him and he ended up getting himself killed by Raguel without achieving anything.""He was such a fool." The hooded man scoffed. "Omar wanted revenge, power and he wanted everything immediately." He turned slightly toward hi
LyraWhen I regained consciousness, there was a dull ache at the back of my head and a stiffness in my neck. I tried to lift my hands to rub at the spot, but they were tied securely to a chair, the friction of the ropes burning my wrists.My eyes flew open and I blinked.The room was unfamiliar—bare concrete walls, a single light hanging from the ceiling, and a narrow window too high for me to reach.My eyes caught the figure of someone across the room and my breath hitched.Aaron.For a brief second, relief flickered across his face.“You’re awake.”I stared at him.The man before me looked nothing like the husband I’d once known.His shirt was wrinkled, his hair unkempt, and there were dark circles beneath his eyes. He looked exhausted.And convinced he was doing the right thing.“Lyra.” He smiled maniacally. “I was worried you’d been unconscious too long.”“What have you done?”“I brought you somewhere safe.”I almost laughed at the irony.“You have me tied me to a chair, Aaron. Ho
LyraIn all honesty, I had prepared my mind for boredom.Attending fashion shows with Aaron meant that I had to endure hours of watching serious-faced models wearing outfits that looked like they belonged in museums rather than on people.I had even gone as far as writing a small list of polite compliments to pass around.How... artistic. That’s certainly unique. I admire the confidence it must take to wear that.The ballroom was breathtaking. Instead of endless rows of chairs facing the runway, elegant round tables surrounded the stage, each draped in ivory linen and decorated with fresh flowers. Crystal chandeliers hung overhead and soft music drifted through the room.It was a strictly ladies-only affair, packed to the walls with the wives, daughters, and high-ranking matriarchs of the twelve regional packs.Conversation flowed easily and laughter echoed across the room.The atmosphere felt... relaxed.The music changed and the screen before us indicated that it was time for the mo
LyraMiguel recovered from the shock quickly and he crossed the distance between us in two quick strides. He gently took hold of my wrist, and guided me farther inside before carefully pushing the door shut.“Don’t say anything.” Miguel’s voice dropped to little more than a whisper. “The guards patrol this side of the grounds every fifteen minutes,” he murmured. “If they hear voices, they’ll come in to investigate.”I blinked at him. “You sound very experienced.”He smiled sheepishly. “I’ve had quite a bit of practice.”He slowly let go off my hand, letting out a long, ragged breath.I took my time to look around the building.The dozens of candles filled the small stone chamber with a soft golden glow that danced across old portraits and polished marble. There were two carved memorial stones standing side by side. Fresh white flowers rested before them and the air carried the faint scent of incense.“What are you doing here?” I whispered, my voice shaking.“I know what my brother sai
Lyra Servants drifted through the corridors carrying fresh flowers and groceries, maids spoke quietly as they walked past, and somewhere in the distance, I could hear the clanging of swords from the training grounds where Raguel insisted I would soon begin embarrassing myself. His words, not mine. “You’ll embarrass yourself for a week,” he’d said with that infuriating confidence of his. “Then you’ll improve.” “What if I don’t?” “Then you’ll embarrass yourself for two weeks.” I had threatened not to attend but he’d simply smiled and told me he’d see me later. I smiled to myself at the memory as I looked over the book I’d been pretending to read for the last twenty minutes. The key word being pretending because my thoughts kept wandering back to Aaron and all that happened yesterday. A knock interrupted my thoughts. “My queen?” “Come in.” A maid, Nora, stepped inside with an amused smile. “Luna Habeela is here to see you.” The book snapped shut. “Really?” “Yes. She insist
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
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
ONE: LYRAHow To Ride a Guy like a Pro. Slowly sit over him and insert his dick into your pussy while maintaining eye contact with him. Place your two feet under his thighs and slowly rotate your hips. You can milk his penis by shooting your butt out, then go in slowly and continue with the rota







