Lila's story begins when she is rejected by Alpha Tyler, a ruthless leader of the most feared pack. He chooses her stronger twin sister, Lyric as his luna instead. The rejection from Tyler leaves Lila embarrassed and heartbroken, she has no choice but to flee her home with Tyler's seed in her. Fast forward to five years later after Lila has moved on with her child and her newfound lover, she is forced to return after Lyric's mysterious death. The prophecy that once foretold Lyric's destiny now reveals a shocking truth, Lila is the true Luna. Lila is forced into a loveless mating bond with Tyler in order for him to maintain his Alpha status. As the investigation unfolds, revealing Lyric's murder, Lila becomes involved in the dark world of pack politics and death threats. Lila's life and that of her child hangs in the balance. And in the shadows, a pair of eyes, identical to her own, watches and waits...
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"TYLER!"
My scream echoed through the hallway like thunder before my palms flew to cover my lips.
The wave of nausea I'd been feeling all day slammed into me as my whole body trembling, knocking the breath out of me.
No... No... Tyler would never do this to me... No.
My eyes, as much as it hurt, couldn't stop staring at the horrifying scene before me- my mate, Tyler, my boyfriend of two years, on the bed with my sister. A few seconds ago, they had been tangled under the sheets, their mouths locked. He didn't even look surprised, or sorry.
"Shit!" Lyric gasped before pulling the sheet up to cover herself, but Tyler just looked at me, unbothered, like he'd been waiting for this moment.
"Lia..." His deep, baritone voice carried across the room as he got out of bed, pulling up his briefs to hide his hard member. "You're not supposed to be here."
He sounded like I was some kind of inconvenience and that sent me into an angry fit.
"Not supposed to be here?" I whispered, my voice shaking. "I'm your fucking mate!"
I took a shaky step inside, already a sobbing wreck. The air was thick with the smell of their affair. "Y-you said you loved me. You said I was the only one who ever saw the real you! You lied to me!"
I let my angry eyes land on my sister. "How could you do this to me, Lyric! How could you?!"
Her guilty eyes darted away and as much as she was blood, I wanted to wrap my hands around her throat and squeeze the life out of her.
"Let's not do this right now, Lila. We can talk-"
"No! I'm not leaving this place until you tell me what's going on?! You've been fucking my sister, and you want me to act like it's nothing." I shoved him in the chest, the tears pouring.
"Enough, Lila."
"You don't get to tell me-"
"Enough! I said enough!" He yelled so hard it sent a couple locks of my hair fluttering.
His jaw was clenched so tight now and his eyes brimmed with latent danger. He stepped closer, and easily being a couple heads taller, his hulking figure made me cower.
Tyler would never do that. Tyler would never talk to me or yell at me like that.
"You want to talk about it now?! Fine. You were a mistake, Lila. You were weak. You still are and I don't want you anymore!"
My knees gave way, but I caught myself on the wall. "Tyler-"
"Don't Tyler me!"
Lyric stood from the bed, no longer looking guilty. She was now wearing that smug, victorious look she had on whenever she beat me at anything.
"You were never good enough for him, sister. Everyone knows that." She said.
A searing pain twisted my heart like a dagger. "You're not my sister. My sister would never do this to me-"
"Get out," Tyler cut me off sharply. His voice was like the snap of a whip. "We are done here. You always needed too much from me. And I'm done pretending I care."
The rejection sent me staggering back as I gasped. My heart felt like it had ripped into a thousand pieces. My wolf whimpered inside me, as the rejection tore through her.
"GUARDS!" Tyler called, glaring down at me with so much contempt and disgust.
Almost immediately, two giants appeared at the doorway, ready to do his bidding. "Throw her out immediately and make sure she never sets a foot in the Packhouse again."
"Tyler, please! I'm your mate.” I spoke in wheezed gulps, realising how damned I was. “Y-you can't do this-"
The pain of the rejection blossomed across my chest again, sending the rest of my words down my throat. He turned away. He didn't even glance back. As I was being dragged out, the last thing I saw was Lyric smiling. When she came home that evening, I was outside, still shaking so bad anyone who saw me would've thought I was epileptic.
That's when she walked in, hair tied up, her red lips beaming in victory. Before I could control myself, my wolf roared inside me, and I sprang to my feet before I could think.
"You ruined everything!" I screamed and charged at her, grabbing her before she had a chance to defend herself.
We both crashed to the ground, hands in each other's hair, fists flying. She hit me hard across the cheek but I struck back. I didn't care if she was my sister. She took from me, the one person that didn't see me as an anomaly.
"Stop it!" I heard my father's voice boom behind like a thunderclap, before he grabbed me and hoisted me off.
I sprang up, ready to attack a crying Lyric again but she was hiding behind him. I looked up to him, hoping for some support, for comfort.
"Have you lost your damn mind, Lila? Do you want to kill your sister?"
I exploded. "Why? Why do you always take her side? You think I'm not justified if I kill her right now?!" I cried, my cheek bruised and my lips bleeding.
His glare hardened. It was a cold, disgusted glare. Just like Tyler.
"I'm only taking her side because the Pack priestess has seen it. Aethera said Lyric will lead the Crescent Moon Pack one day. So don't vent your spleen on her because she was born for greatness. Besides, she is the perfect match for the Alpha."
His words obliterated every strength I had left. Why did he hate me so much? He always had. Since I failed to shift, he's always hated me, always chosen her over me.
"So... I was never meant to be anything to you?"
He didn't answer. Instead, he warned me sternly not to speak to Lyric before helping her inside while I was left to grapple with the reality of my situation. I stayed in the next morning, still shattered from the previous day's events.
But Aethera, to my shock, came. I rushed to the window the moment I heard her chants and the clinking of tiny bells which were annexed to her dress. She floated more than she walked, wearing a long silver dress that shimmered as it caught the light of the sun.
Her face was calm, but her eyes held the kind of power that stared into the rot of your soul. These disconcerting qualities, among many others, was why she was revered by all and sundry.
I opened the door and let her in, not offering her anything because I was still angry. Her stupid prophecy made Tyler reject me.
"Lila." She said the moment the door closed behind her. "You have been abandoned, but not by the goddess."
My thick, raven-black brows came together in confusion but it wasn't surprising since she spoke in parables a lot.
"You carry inside you a light. A new life. The life of a King."
My jaw dropped. Was that what I thought it was? Or was it her way with words?
"What..." I couldn't resist asking. "What did you say?"
"You are with child, Lila. The blood of an Alpha runs strong in your womb. The goddess has spoken."
Before I could ask more questions, she turned and hurried out in the same fashion she'd come in.
I fell to my knees and my hands trembling as I held my stomach. "No... no, this can’t be happening..."
Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse. I didn't want to be forced to live with him because I was carrying his child. I wanted to be with someone who really loved me, and wanted to be with me not because they were forced.
Tyler, however, didn't love me anymore. I felt a storm inside me. Pain. Fear. Rage. How could I carry his child after what he did? Still, I knew I had to tell him, so I left to the Packhouse immediately.
However, the guards stopped me at the gate. "Please, I need to see him. It's important."
"You’re not allowed here," one of them said rather calmly, but the way his jaw ticked told me he would soon lose his patience. "It's about the Tyler. I swear- he needs to know!"
"He gave us orders. You step one foot past this gate and we will hurt you. Don't make me do that, and address him like the King he is, he's no longer your lover."
They weren't bluffing. One of them stepped back, as if daring me to take one step. But oh, that wasn't it. I could hear other guards, the ones watching the fort from above.
"That's her... the weak twin."
"Didn't he reject her?"
"The girl's probably desperate. Who wouldn't be?"
With the snide remarks came short bursts of laughter. The shame was unbearable.
Unable to stand it anymore, I turned and ran, brimming with stultifying anger and pure rage. I couldn't stay in this Pack anymore.
Not with Lyric smiling anytime she saw how devastated I was. Not when everyone looked at me with disdain, which would only get worse the moment they learned I was with child. Tyler would probably deny it, and they'd call me a whore.
The prospects were terrifying.
So I left.
I packed a duffel bag that night, and the next day at midnight, I snuck out, and took a train to the Raven Pack, a neighbouring Pack.
But deep inside, the pain still hurt.
The wound still bled. Because no matter how far I ran... I was still Lila Green- the rejected, the weak.
But not for long.
LILAThe courtyard was unusually quiet for a morning like this. Mist still clung to the flagstones, curling around my bare ankles as I walked barefoot across the stones, letting the cool sting wake me up more fully than tea ever could. The servants had Gavin off somewhere, I could hear his laughter faintly, bouncing off the eastern wall like birdsong, and for once, the house didn’t feel like it was closing in around me.Which is why I was immediately suspicious when I heard Tyler’s voice.“You know,” he said casually, standing behind me before I even noticed his approach, “we should probably celebrate our bond soon.”I turned slowly, narrowing my eyes. He had that look again, that mix of charm and authority that meant he was either about to give an order or ask for something he knew I’d hate.“Celebrate,” I repeated, flatly. “You want a party?”“A formal event,” he corrected, hands behind his back like he was talking to a fellow Alpha. “Dinner, music, some speeches. A show of unity.”
LILAI didn’t realize how much I needed the sun until it touched my skin.The warmth settled over me like a gentle blanket, quieting the usual tightness in my chest. I stretched out on one of the padded loungers beside the Pack House pool, draped in a soft cotton cover-up and sunglasses too big for my face. It felt indulgent, almost foreign. A moment of calm in a life that had forgotten how to be still.The water shimmered beside me, clean and quiet, disturbed only by the occasional splash from one of the younger warriors training in the deeper end. From somewhere far off, I heard the laughter of pups and the low murmur of adults in conversation. It didn’t feel like home but it didn’t feel like a battlefield either. That was something.For once, Gavin was napping peacefully inside, his dreams quiet. He’d had a good morning eating a full breakfast, trying to draw with a stick in the garden dirt. It felt like progress.I tilted my head back and let the sun soak into my skin.For a momen
LILAI didn’t sleep much, not because of the nightmares this time, though they always lingered somewhere waiting, but because the house was too quiet. This place didn’t hum like the home I’d built with Jackson. It echoed.I padded barefoot into the kitchen, expecting it to be empty at this hour. But to my surprise, Gavin was already there.He stood on a little stool, an oversized apron swallowing him up, sleeves bunched at his elbows as he attempted to crack an egg into a bowl with the help of a patient house omega. Eggshells everywhere. His hair was even more rebellious than usual, curling up at the edges like it had plans of its own.“Morning, sweetheart,” I said softly, still caught between disbelief and amusement.Gavin turned, grinning. “I’m making breakfast!”“Oh? Should I be worried?”The omega chuckled, setting a hand gently on Gavin’s back. “He’s got more enthusiasm than precision, but we’re working on it.”A clatter behind me made me turn, Tyler had entered, hair still damp
LilaThe glade was too quiet.The moonlight slanted through the trees, same as it always had. It was silver and soft but there was something wrong in the air. Something sour beneath the sweetness. The trees didn’t breathe. The leaves didn’t move.Lyric stood across from me.Her hair whipped in a wind I couldn’t feel, her eyes glowing the red of blood left to dry. At her feet lay Milo; his little frame curled, his throat dark and wet, one hand still outstretched like he’d tried to crawl.I wanted to move. I needed to scream. To wake up. But I couldn’t.Lyric knelt beside the boy and brushed a curl from his lifeless forehead. “He knew too much,” she whispered without looking at me.My heart beat like a war drum in my chest. “Lyric… what did you do?”She looked up at me then, face calm. Too calm. “You still don’t get it, do you? You’re just me with more time.”Then the trees cracked open like bones snapping, and the ground turned soft under my feet, sucking me down, and her face, my face
LILAI woke up to chaos. Not the kind that screams danger but the kind that smells suspiciously like burnt sugar and sounds like something just exploded.I threw on a robe and padded barefoot toward the kitchen, heart thumping in that tired-mom way.“Tyler, the egg goes in the bowl, not the floor!” Gavin’s voice was exasperated but amused.“It slipped! It was a tactical error,” Tyler replied defensively, his voice deep and full of mock-seriousness.I stepped into the doorway and blinked.Flour everywhere. On the counters, the floor, Gavin’s nose. Batter was smeared on Tyler’s shirt, and something was sizzling aggressively in the pan though I had no idea what it was meant to be.Tyler glanced up at me like a guilty schoolboy caught mid-crime.“Morning,” he said, sheepish. “We’re making pancakes.”“Is that what that’s supposed
LilaThe Pack House looked the same, but nothing felt familiar.The moment we stepped through the front doors, I could see it in Gavin’s eyes. His shoulders tightened, his grip on my hand like a vise. I squeezed back and knelt to meet his gaze.“It’s okay,” I said softly. “This is just for a little while. We’re together, and that’s what matters, right?”He nodded, but it wasn’t conviction. It was habit.Tyler had already moved ahead, giving instructions to the omegas about Gavin’s room, about food, about the new patrol schedule. Everything was back in motion, just like that.Gavin clung to my side the whole afternoon. He didn’t want to explore, didn’t want to meet the pack pups, didn’t want to eat unless I was beside him. And he kept asking the same question, over and over, his voice barely above a whisper.“Where’s Jackson?”The first time he asked, I smiled gently and said, “Far away, sweetheart. But he loves you.”The second time, I said the same thing.By the fifth, I felt somethi
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