เข้าสู่ระบบKYRA
I sat by the kitchen table, fidgeting with my fingers and ignoring my parents.
"No," my mother shook her head, "It's a definite know. Did you see how people reacted to your declaration?"
I pressed my lips together, reliving the memory.
I may have accidentally yelled that I was going to participate in the Luna Selection, earning snickers and laughter from everyone within earshot.
An omega in the Luna Selection program that was a joke.
"But you guys are traveling for a long time," I argued, staring my mother to my father.
They'd concluded their work today at the palace and are being transferred to another state for a work project.
"Once Evelyn and Luca go to school, it'd leave only you, which is why you have to follow us, for your safety."
"Do you think I'll be safe in a new environment? Besides, how long do I have to keep hiding. If I pass the Luna's Selection, you won't have to bother about my safety or worry about money. The Alpha king would be forced to protect me as his Luna.
"And if you don't pass the Selection?" My mother countered, hands on her hips as she glared down at me.
I shrugged, "If I die or get exiled, I'd be forgotten, and no one will know about a silver-haired Omega."
She turned to my father, sighing in an exasperated manner, "She has no regard for her life anymore. It's all because of that boy."
"I'm going to win." I said firmly, "I'm going to pass the Selection and be the Luna. I'll train hard."
My dad leaned back, staring at me intently, "Okay."
"Okay?" Mum yelled, glaring at my father, "Did you just say okay to throwing our daughter into the Lion's den? You know how the Alpha king is. You know the extent of his brutality. One misstep, and she might not even live halfway through the Selection."
"Kyra is right. We can't afford the oil anymore, we can't keep her safe. We don't know yet what would happen if her wolf manifests. She has better odds at survival with the Alpha King than with us."
Mother ran a hand through her hair and paced around for a second, then came to kneel down in front of me, grabbing my hands in hers.
"The deadline is tomorrow. You can go, but promise me you'll give it your best and survive. You are destined for great things. You are a silver haired Omega, you are special, don't ever think otherwise. Don't you want revenge against Jake and Isabelle?"
"I do." I whispered, I want them to pay for taking advantage of me.
"Then do your damnest best to get the King's protection by all means," she squeezed my hands.
"I promise," I whispered.
***
The weight of what I'm about to do settled down within me, as I walked down to the private lake I used to share with Jake.
What I didn't expect was to meet his brazen ass and Isabelle there, snuggling against each other.
Jake smirked the instant he saw me, "changed your mind? You realized you can't do without me? Come on babe, I'll accept you back. Don't be shy."
"Go to hell, Jake," I snarled at him, turning on my heels.
"Are you really going for the Luna Selection with that attitude?" Isabelle scoffed, sitting up, "You won't even survive a minute there."
"Your place is with me, Kyra." Jake smiled cheekily, "I'll do one good. How about you become my mistress?"
I narrowed my eyes at him, "Your mistress?"
Jake stood, looking serious. "I promise to take good care of you. You won't have to worry about anything. It's better than trying to make a fool of yourself at the selection program. You could die there"
I scoffed, fixing him a stare, "I'd rather die in the palace than be with you in this pack."
"The next time you'll be coming back to this pack would be in a coffin."
"I don't mind, so as I don't get to see your wretched face anymore." I answered coldly.
KYRA The Selection had begun.Not the choosing yet, that would come later, but the rituals. The old traditions the Alphas had sworn to keep for centuries.And the first of those traditions was about to start.I stood among the other ladies, the weight of silk and embroidery heavy on my shoulders.We'd been dressed and dolled up. Even Nicole was not an exception. The gown they had given me was beautiful, I supposed, deep midnight blue, stitched with silver thread, but it felt like armor more than clothing. It was too heavy.Drums began to beat.Slow.Deliberate.Reverberating.The gates to the arena opened, and the Alphas began to file in.Each one wore ceremonial armor, polished breastplates, dark leather beneath, swords strapped to their backs. They looked less like nobles and more like warriors preparing for war.Because that was exactly what this ritual symbolized.Strength. Discipline. Control.Three things every Alpha ruler was meant to possess.The crowd lining the terraces er
KYRA The palace had transformed.Marble floors gleamed under hundreds of candles, their flames flickering in ornate sconces, casting the long, dramatic shadows of gilded statues along the walls. The corridors that had seemed so endless and oppressive earlier in the day now felt alive, humming with anticipation. Music floated through the air, soft at first, then swelling into a low, commanding rhythm that made every heartbeat in my chest echo.Tonight wasn’t just any night. It was the Selection. The event that defined the hierarchy of our world, the night when Alphas came to claim, and omegas waited to be seen, judged, chosen.The halls were crowded. Not with servants or attendants, but with pack members — the strongest, the proudest, the wealthiest. Their eyes scanned every face, measured every move. Their conversations hummed like a low storm, murmurs of speculation and gossip punctuated by the occasional sharp laugh or clink of silver goblets.And there I was, walking among them, s
KYRA The night settled over the palace like a heavy velvet curtain. The moonlight spilled through the high windows, casting pale silver ribbons across the floor, illuminating the quiet aftermath of chaos. My body was still trembling, adrenaline lacing through every nerve, but the soft presence beside me , massive, protective, unyielding, grounded me in a way I hadn’t felt in hours.Zyran hadn’t left. His wolf form was curled beside me, chest rising and falling in rhythmic power. The heat radiating off him kept the chill of the marble at bay. He hadn’t spoken, hadn’t shifted back, but his eyes, golden, piercing, dominant m, never left me once. The sense of claim, of unspoken ownership, pressed into me like a tangible thing, and I felt both terrified and comforted in the same heartbeat.Nicole was there too, sitting across from us on the polished floor. Her expression was tired, eyes heavy, but alive with the kind of relief that comes after a gamble that almost destroyed you.She caugh
KYRA My legs were trembling so badly I could barely hold myself upright. My chest burned, lungs gasping, heart hammering in a rhythm that felt like it would tear me apart from the inside. The guards had me cornered. Their hands reached for me, eyes greedy with duty, lust and curiosity, but all I could see was the inevitability of it.They had found me.I stumbled backward, nearly toppling over a decorative pedestal, and froze as their leader, a tall, broad-shouldered man with a jagged scar across his cheek, stepped closer. His hands were large, confident, certain. I could feel the pull of their training, the silent command in their eyes, she is yours now.I swallowed hard, shaking my head, trying to steady myself. My mind screamed for a plan, a way out, but my body betrayed me. Every breath was ragged. Every step unsteady. The fear that had driven me to run, to fight, to survive, it now made me vulnerable.Then, the air shifted.Something heavy, something alive, entered the corridor.
KYRA The air inside the suffocating room was thick and merciless, but desperation sharpened something inside me, adrenaline, rage, fear, whatever it was, it surged through my veins. My nails clawed at the corners of the steel-reinforced door, prying, scraping, tearing, until a sharp crack echoed.My body screamed in protest, ribs bruised from the earlier struggle, lungs raw from suffocation, limbs trembling, but the door gave way just enough. Just enough for me to squeeze through.I stumbled into the corridor beyond, gasping, taking in deep, shaky breaths, tasting freedom like fire in my lungs. The palace smelled different here, faintly of wax, old wood, and the lingering aroma of polished stone. But underneath it, something darker, hotter, primal, my own scent.I froze. Heart hammering.No. No, no, no.Every step I took leaked it into the air, fear, pain, and exhaustion. My body betrayed me with the most dangerous signature imaginable. I was leaving a trail.I moved as quietly as I
Kyra’s POVThe wind tore at my hair even wilder as Eve’s gaze locked onto me, her smirk sharper than the jagged rocks below. My muscles screamed, my lungs burned from thrashing in the water earlier, and my chest tightened in anticipation of the next move.“You think you’re clever,” Eve whispered, her voice soft but venomous. “Think you can survive me.”I glared up at her. “I don’t think,” I spat. “I know.”Her smile twisted, eyes glinting with something darker than malice, a plan forming that made my stomach drop. She leaned closer, fingers brushing lightly against my arm as if testing my reactions.“Why make it quick?” she murmured, almost to herself. “No that would be far too easy. Far too… merciful.”My heart skipped. Something in the air shifted, subtle but undeniable. She wasn’t about to throw me off the cliff anymore. That would be clean, almost considerate compared to whatever idea had just taken root in her mind.“What are you thinking?” I asked carefully, voice trembling desp







