LOGINPrince Luca’s POVI stepped forward before the figure at the center of the hall could finish speaking.“That is enough.”My voice cut through the room, and every conversation died instantly. I didn’t care who was disappointed by the interruption, didn’t care about the curious faces turning toward me or the whispers already threading through the crowd.Whatever this was could wait.“We are here for an important event,” I said firmly, “and I won’t allow anything to interrupt it. We will continue with the main event, and we will uncover exactly who framed Lyra for the theft of the golden relic at Alpha Ashwood’s pack.”My eyes found her. She stood beside me, and despite everything unfolding around her, she looked breathtaking her golden hair catching the chandelier light, her lips parted slightly in a way that drew my attention entirely. Those lips. The ones I’d kissed more times than I could count, the ones that always seemed to loosen whatever anger I carried into a room. Tonight they
Lyra’s POVThe moment Luca pushed the doors open, the noise of the hall seemed to fall away not because the room had gone quiet, but because my own heartbeat had grown too loud to hear anything past it.Every eye turned toward us.Kings. Queens. Princes and princesses. Guards stationed along the walls. Important guests from packs I couldn’t even name. Even those deep in their own conversations lifted their heads toward the entrance, and one by one, their gazes dropped to our joined hands.Luca was still holding mine.I wanted to pull away. I truly did. But his fingers tightened around mine before the thought could fully form.“Don’t,” he murmured, without even glancing my way.“How did you know?” I whispered.“I know you.” He answered.Those three words somehow unsettled me more than the stares did.I kept my eyes lowered as we moved through the hall, and the whispers began almost instantly.Is that Lyra? Why is Prince Luca holding her hand?. Someone said.Isn’t she the Ashwood girl?
Lyra’s POVWendy’s hand hung in the air, fire still dancing across her fingers as she prepared to strike.I barely had time to react before Luca moved.He stepped between us, and the moment he did, the entire atmosphere shifted. It felt as though some invisible force swept through the hallway, the flames around Wendy’s hand extinguished at once, the unnatural glow in her eyes dimmed and vanished, and the tension that had filled the corridor seemed to shatter apart, replaced by an uneasy quiet.Luca stood facing me, his back to Wendy, and though his expression remained calm, there was something so commanding in his presence that the entire hallway seemed to hold its breath.“Dara,” he said, looking directly at me.I blinked. For a moment I wasn’t even sure he was speaking to me.“You don’t have to answer everything that provokes the worst in you,” he said. “Don’t let anyone pull you into becoming someone you’re not.”I lowered my eyes.“Think about it,” he went on, his voice firm but g
Prince Luca’s POVI ran towards the main hall inner room and I found out that Wendy is perfectly fine. She did that to get my attention.“Our engagement ceremony can still go on if you change your mind right now”. Wendy said to me with tears running down her cheeks. “I’m sorry Wendy, I can’t claim you now”. I patted her cheek and she slap my hands. “You are too stubborn Luca and you will regret ever hurting me, i will make your life miserable”. She said with darkness in her voice. I shook my head and left.King Judas Karl sought my attention not long after I stepped out of the main hall inner room. One of his men found me and summoned me to his inner chamber, and though I already suspected what the conversation would be about, I had no intention of avoiding it.I walked in to find my father, Alpha Lucian De Derick, and my mother already seated, several of the King’s own men positioned around the room with serious expressions fixed on the door. King Judas stood near the window, and
Lyra’s POVI braced for the sting, my whole body rigid, waiting.It never came.Instead, I heard a sharp gasp not mine, but Wendy’s followed by the unmistakable sound of a grip closing hard around bone. My eyes flew open.Luca stood beside me, his fingers wrapped tightly around Wendy’s wrist, holding her hand suspended in the air, inches from my face. His expression was unlike anything I’d seen from him before not the cold fury I’d witnessed with his father, not the possessive anger I’d seen directed at Rowan. This was something colder. Sharper. Dangerous in a way that made even the air around us feel heavier.“You dare,” he said, his voice low, almost too quiet to hear, “raise your hand to her.”Wendy’s face drained of color instantly. “Luca, I….”“Do not,” he cut in, “say another word.”His grip tightened, and she winced, her breath catching audibly. I stood frozen beside them, still trying to process how quickly he had appeared, how he had crossed the distance between us and caught
Lyra’s POVThe silence inside the cart stretched unbearably long. I held my breath, straining to hear anything beyond the muffled shouting outside, my heart thundering so loud I was certain Elara could hear it too. She had gone completely still beside me, her earlier humming replaced by tense, shallow breathing.Then, just as suddenly as it had started, the noise outside quieted.A few minutes later, the cart door swung open, and Luca climbed back inside, his expression far calmer than I expected given everything we’d just heard.“It’s handled,” he said simply, settling back into his seat as though nothing had happened at all.Elara straightened. “Handled? Luca, what was that?”“A minor disturbance. Nothing you need to worry about.” His tone left no room for further questioning, though I caught the faint tightness still lingering around his jaw. “We’ll continue on to the celebration as planned.”I studied him for a moment, wanting to ask more, but something in his eyes told me this wa







