LOGINPOV: LYRA ASHBOURNE
By the time we reached the Ashbourne estate, I had regained enough control to hide my panic. The carriage stopped outside the house, and after stepping down and straightening my dress, I walked toward the entrance.
The moment I entered the drawing room, I knew they had been waiting for me.
My father stood near the fireplace with my mother beside him while Selene sat on the sofa, and the moment she saw me, her attention immediately shifted toward me.
“You’re back.”
I nodded. “Yes.”
My mother walked toward me with an expectant expression.
“What happened?”
I knew exactly what she meant, but I pretended not to understand.
“At the palace?”
Her expression hardened. “Of course at the palace. What happened after the selection? What did Alpha Kael say, and what did he ask you?”
My father stepped closer, his attention fixed on me.
“Did he confirm that you’re staying as his chosen woman?”
I looked at all three of them, and suddenly, I understood that they weren’t worried about me at all. They wanted to know whether Selene had secured the position they had spent years dreaming about, whether their plans had worked, and whether the Ashbourne family was finally going to stand closer to the Alpha than ever before.
Not one of them had asked if I was okay.
“I was there for dinner,” I said carefully. “We spoke.”
My mother’s eyes narrowed. “Only spoke?”
Heat rushed to my face as memories of the previous night flashed through my mind, forcing me to look away.
“There isn’t much else to tell.”
Selene stood and walked toward me, her expression shifting from curiosity to something sharper.
“What do you mean there isn’t much else to tell? What did he say about me?”
I forced myself to meet her gaze.
“He didn’t say much.”
“Did he like you?”
The question caught me off guard because I immediately remembered the way Kael had looked at me, the change in his voice whenever he spoke to me, and the strange reaction between us that I still couldn’t explain.
My chest tightened.
“He was polite.”
Selene stared at me. “That’s all?”
I nodded. “That’s all.”
The lie came far too easily.
My father, however, remained unconvinced.
“You were alone with him.”
“Yes.”
“And he gave you no indication that he intends to proceed with the arrangement?”
I shook my head. “No.”
Another lie.
My mother seemed to relax as she accepted the answer.
“Perhaps we worried for nothing.”
I lowered my eyes. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m tired.”
I turned toward the stairs, but just as I reached them, my father’s voice stopped me.
“Lyra.”
I froze.
Hearing my real name made my stomach drop because he rarely called me that unless something was wrong.
Slowly, I turned around.
“Did anything unusual happen?”
For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. My fingers tightened around the fabric of my dress while the hidden mark beneath my collar seemed to burn against my skin.
“No.”
My father continued watching me, searching for any hesitation or change in my expression that might expose the lie, but I forced myself to remain still until, after several tense seconds, he finally nodded.
“Good.”
I turned and continued upstairs, refusing to breathe properly until I reached my bedroom.
The moment I closed the door behind me, I leaned against it and pressed a hand to my chest as my heart raced uncontrollably.
They couldn’t know, and none of them could find out.
I locked the door and crossed the room, and when I reached the mirror, I stood there for several seconds before finally pulling my collar aside.
The mark was still there.
I stared at it, unable to understand how something so faint could have the power to turn my entire life upside down.
I could lie to my family, hide the truth from Selene, and even pretend that nothing had happened, but I couldn’t erase the mark.
My fingers hovered over it before lightly touching the skin around it, and I felt my eyes begin to burn.
Why me?
For most of my life, I had believed I was the one person fate had forgotten. I had grown used to being the wolfless daughter, the unwanted twin, and the girl who watched her sister receive everything she had been denied.
Now fate had given me something I couldn’t safely keep: a mate, an Alpha, and a bond that could destroy my family while leaving me with nowhere to run.
I lowered my hand and stared at my reflection, knowing that the safest thing I could do was pretend nothing had happened.
Kael didn’t know who I really was. As far as he knew, I was Selene, and if I stayed away from him, refused to give this bond any reason to grow stronger, and returned to the life I had always known, perhaps everything would eventually fade.
Perhaps the mark would disappear, and perhaps the memories would become nothing more than something I could eventually forget.
I needed to believe that because I had no other choice.
The night meant nothing, and I had to make myself believe it meant nothing.
I stared at my reflection, repeating the thought silently, but the tears gathering in my eyes made it impossible to accept completely because somewhere beneath the fear, the guilt, and every reason I had to stay away from him, I already knew the truth.
That night had changed everything, and no matter how many lies I told myself, I couldn’t change that.
POV: Lyra Ashbourne I barely slept that night because every time I closed my eyes, Rowan’s words came back to me. The baby was the hidden child, but there was another part of his story that I could not stop thinking about. The woman had asked his teacher to remember a name.My name.Lyra.For years, I had believed my life began with the memories I could actually recall. My mother, my father, Selene, the Ashbourne territory, and the quiet years before everything fell apart. Now I was beginning to understand that things had been happening around me long before I was old enough to notice them, things my family had never told me.By morning, I had made up my mind. I needed to see Rowan again.I found him in the healer’s room, sorting through several old bottles. He looked up as I entered, studying my face for a moment.“You didn’t sleep.”It wasn’t a question.“Neither did you.”A faint smile touched his face before disappearing.“I was expecting you.”I closed the door behind me.“You s
POV: Lyra Ashbourne The mark pulsed again, and this time the entire room seemed to react. The candle beside the window flickered violently, while a faint vibration travelled through the wooden floor beneath my feet. Orion’s hand was still raised toward the wall, his attention fixed on something I could not understand. I moved before I had time to think. I pulled him from the cradle and held him tightly against my chest, and the moment I did, the strange light disappeared. The vibration beneath the floor stopped, leaving the room so quiet that I could hear my own breathing. I looked back at the wall. The mark was still there, but it had returned to the dull, ancient shape I had seen before. Cassian hadn’t moved. His eyes remained fixed on the wall, and the expression on his face made it clear that whatever he had feared before had just become more real. “What was that?” I asked. He finally looked at me. “We need to leave.” “Why?” “Now.” There was something in his voice th
POV: Lyra Ashbourne By the following evening, I knew something had changed. No one had told me anything directly, which was part of what made the atmosphere around the territory so unsettling. People became quieter whenever I entered a room, conversations ended when I walked past, and even the guards seemed more alert than they had been before. I noticed it most when I carried Orion into the main hall and saw two elders speaking near the council chamber. Their voices dropped almost immediately when they noticed me. I kept walking. I had learned by then not to question every strange look or every conversation that stopped when I appeared. Still, this felt different from the secrecy surrounding the old records. Something was happening now, and I had a feeling it had something to do with my son. Orion had been unusually calm throughout the day, sleeping more than usual and spending his waking moments watching things around him that I could not see. Earlier that afternoon, he
POV: Lyra Ashbourne The next morning, I woke with the same thought that had followed me to sleep.The missing pages.Someone had removed them by order of the council, and whoever had given that order had clearly wanted part of the Ashbourne history buried. The more I learned, the more questions I had, and somehow, no matter how far I tried to follow the clues, they always seemed to lead back to Orion.When I went to his cradle, I found him already awake, lying on his back with his legs moving beneath the blanket as he stared at the ceiling. The moment he noticed me, his eyes followed me across the room.“Good morning,” I whispered.I picked him up and held him against my chest, trying to push everything I had learned out of my mind. For a while, I managed to do exactly that. I carried him downstairs and settled near the windows while he played with the edge of my sleeve, completely unaware of the questions surrounding him.Sometimes I envied how easily he could exist without knowing
POV: Lyra Ashbourne I didn’t go back to my room immediately.After leaving the old storage room, I walked through the eastern corridor without really knowing where I was going. Cassian’s words followed me, but the argument itself was not what bothered me most. I kept thinking about the look on his face when he saw the document, the brief change in his expression before he managed to hide it.He had recognized it.There was no doubt about that now, and if he already knew something about those records, then there had to be a reason he had never told me.Instead of returning to my room, I found myself heading back toward the archives.The elderly archivist looked up as I entered, and her expression changed almost immediately.“You found something.”It was not a question.I walked toward her desk and nodded. “I found an Ashbourne record in the eastern storage room.”She became still.“That room was supposed to remain sealed.”“It wasn’t.”She lowered her eyes for a moment before asking,
POV: Lyra Ashbourne I could not stop thinking about what I had found in the archives, and even after I returned to my room, the words from those old records continued to circle through my mind. I had read the same sentence so many times that I could almost picture the faded handwriting whenever I closed my eyes.A child born from the ancient bloodline will carry what was lost.I wanted to believe it had nothing to do with Orion. There had probably been many children born into ancient bloodlines throughout history, and the records were old enough that whatever they described could have happened generations before I was even born.There was no reason to assume they were talking about my son, and yet I could not completely dismiss the possibility.Orion stirred in his cradle, pulling me away from my thoughts, and when I walked over to him, he opened his eyes and reached for me. I picked him up and held him against my chest, allowing myself to focus on the familiar comfort of having him







