ログインLyra’s POVThe summons came early in the morning.A formal family meeting, attendance mandatory for all Castillo family members and prospective Luna candidates.I dressed carefully, choosing an outfit that was professional but not submissive. Deep blue that brought out my eyes, fitted but not revealing. I wanted to look capable, not like I was trying too hard.When I entered the main conference room, most of the family was already assembled.Alejandro and Isabella sat at the head of the table, their expressions serious. Rafael and Marisol occupied seats to their right, the twins flanking them. Vicente sat to the left with Esperanza beside him, her face serene and unreadable as always. Valeria gave me an encouraging smile from her position near Damon.And there was Mona.She sat near Isabella, positioned like she already belonged there. Her posture was perfect, her expression calm and confident. When our eyes met, she smiled… small, smug, victorious.I took the seat Valeria had saved f
Killian’s POVI watched in complete fascination as Lyra’s lips wrapped around my cock.The chocolate melted against my heated and hard cock, mixing with her saliva as she took me deeper. Her eyes stayed locked on mine, challenging, teasing, and completely fearless.I’d had my share of women over the years. More than my share, probably. Casual encounters that meant nothing beyond physical release.And I’d always found blowjobs… boring.They were predictable. Women who thought money mattered more than passion, who performed the act like they were following instructions from a manual.But this… this was different.Lyra sucked me like she wanted to. Like she craved it. Her tongue swirled around my tip, licking away chocolate and pre-cum with hunger. When she took me deeper, I felt her throat constrict around me, and the sensation was shocking.“Fuck,” I groaned, my hand tangling in her hair.She hummed in response, the vibration traveling through my entire cock.My control snapped.I grip
Lyra’s POVTraffic was terrible on the way back.We sat in gridlocked streets for over an hour, the sun beating down through the car windows. I kept glancing at the ice cream container in my lap, watching condensation form on the outside.“It’s going to melt,” I said for the third time.Valeria laughed. “It’s just ice cream, Lyra. You can buy more.”“But I wanted to give it to him fresh. Not… soupy.”“He’ll appreciate the gesture either way.”By the time we finally reached the Northern pack estate, the container felt suspiciously light and liquid. I said goodbye to Valeria and headed inside, trying to decide what to do with my melted gift.Maybe I could ask the kitchen staff to refreeze it? Would that work? Or would it just turn into a weird icy block?I was still debating when I found myself outside Killian’s private study. The door was slightly ajar, and I could see him inside, bent over his desk reviewing documents.He looked focused, intense. Important Alpha business, probably.I
Lyra’s POV“What the hell are you doing in my room?” I demanded, my hand still on the doorknob.Mona’s smile was sweet poison. “The door was unlocked. I thought I’d wait for you to return.”“That doesn’t answer my question. Get out.”“So hostile.” She stood slowly, smoothing down her dress with deliberate movements. “I just wanted to congratulate you on your achievement. Saving the alliance, healing the Alpha… quite impressive for someone so… inexperienced.”The way she said it made every word sound like an insult.“Congratulations delivered. Now leave.”“You really did well, Lyra. Better than anyone expected.” Her tone was saccharine, dripping with false sweetness. “Of course, you had help. The sorcerer did most of the actual work. You were just… what did he call it? A conduit. A vessel for someone else’s power.”My jaw clenched. “I don’t have time for this, Mona. Get out of my room.”She moved toward the door, but paused beside me. “Though I suppose even being a vessel is useful. Es
Lyra’s POVI settled into the chair he’d pulled out, my heart doing strange things in my chest.The restaurant was beautiful. The kind of setting that spoke of romance rather than simple partnership or alliance building.“What’s the occasion?” I asked as Killian took his seat across from me.“Do I need an occasion to take my mate to dinner?”“You’ve never done it before.”“I’m doing it now” His lips curved into a slight smile. “You’ve been through hell these past few days. You deserve something nice.”The gesture touched me more than I wanted to admit. Heat crept up my neck and into my cheeks.“Are you blushing?” Killian’s smile widened, clearly amused.“No,” I said quickly, looking away.“You are. You’re actually blushing.”“Shut up.”“It’s adorable.”“I said shut up, Killian.”He laughed, the sound warm and genuine. It reminded me of that moment in the car after the inauguration ceremony, when I’d told him he had a beautiful laugh and he’d turned away, embarrassed.A waiter appeared
Lyra’s POVI woke to soft candlelight and the scent of healing herbs.My body felt heavy, like I’d been asleep for days. Every muscle ached with deep exhaustion. But the sharp, tearing pain from the bond severance had dulled to a manageable throb.I blinked slowly, trying to orient myself.I was in my room at the Northern Pack estate. Valak sat in a chair nearby, his tattooed hands moving in precise patterns as he worked some kind of spell over a bowl of steaming liquid.The door burst open.Killian rushed in, his face haggard and his eyes wild. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days.When our eyes met, relief flooded his features so intensely it was almost painful to witness.“You’re awake,” he breathed, moving to my bedside. “Thank god, you’re awake.”I tried to sit up, but my arms trembled with the effort. Killian’s hands were there immediately, supporting me, helping me settle against the pillows.“How long was I out?” My voice came out raspy.“Eight hours,” Valak answered, not lo
Lyra’s POVI was ten years old, running through a forest I didn’t recognize but somehow knew by heart.The trees were tall, their branches creating a canopy above me that filtered the sunlight into golden streams. My feet were bare, and I could feel the soft earth beneath them, cool and damp. I was
Lyra’s POV Amy worked miracles.The dress she chose was stunning, a deep midnight blue that hugged my curves before flowing out in elegant layers. The neckline was modest but showed enough skin to be interesting. My hair was swept up in an intricate style, with a few curls framing my face. The mak
Lyra’s POVI didn’t think. I just moved.My legs were still weak, trembling with every step, but rage pushed me forward. The mate bond was screaming inside me, a living thing that demanded I do something, anything to stop what was happening.I threw open the door without knocking.Killian was sitti
Lyra’s POV“Killian, what are you doing in my room?”My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. I clutched my towel tighter, suddenly hyper-aware of how little I was wearing underneath. Just the thin fabric and nothing else.He looked drunk, his eyes slightly unfocused, his hair mess







