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Lyra
The morning light cut through the heavy velvet curtains, shattering the reckless haze of the night before. I bolted upright, my heart hammering against my ribs. The bed was cold and the stranger was gone. Before I could even process the empty room, a violent, agonizing shockwave exploded inside my skull. My vision blurred, and I fell back against the pillows, clutching my head as a voice tore through the deep, dusty corners of my mind. It was a voice I hadn't heard in three agonizing years. ‘Mate!’ Nyx roared. Her voice wasn't a fragile sound anymore. It was a fierce, desperate howl that vibrated through every single cell of my body. ‘He is our mate! Lyra, wake up! Mate!’ Panic, hot and sharp, flooded my chest. "Nyx?" I gasped out loud, my hands trembling. "No, no. That’s impossible. Kade rejected us. The bond was broken." ‘Not him!’ Nyx screamed, clawing at the magical cage inside my mind, suddenly filled with a terrifying, wild energy. ‘The man from last night! He is ours!’ My breath hitched. The stranger? The silver-gray-eyed man? So the explosive chemistry that had made my blood boil wasn't just a product of the alcohol. It was a mating bond. A second chance bond? "Damn it," I cursed, forcing myself to snap out of the shock. I didn't have time to unravel a cosmic joke. The alcohol was gone, replaced by the cold reality of my mission. If someone caught me in this private room without my disguise, the Black lineage would truly die today. I scrambled out of the bed, my muscles aching from the wild intensity of the night. I rushed to the mirror. My midnight-black hair and silver eyes stared back at me. Grabbing the protective amulet from the nightstand, I shoved it back beneath my collar and the magic sparked instantly. I watched in the mirror as my dark hair brightened back into molten gold and my eyes shifted to a vibrant emerald green. Catherine the Viper was back. Leaving the room, I navigated the quiet, maze-like corridors of the Palace. I didn't care about the mating bond right now. I cared about information and vengeance. Using Beta Darius’s stolen security badge, I slipped past two lower-level checkpoints, my heart pounding as the master keycard clicked open a heavy oak door leading to the hidden gallery above the High Council Chamber. I slipped into the shadows of the balcony, pressing my back against the cold stone, looking down through the iron railing. The chamber below was magnificent, suffocating, and filled with tension. The high-ranking Alphas of Silvermist were already seated around a massive, circular stone table. And right there, sitting on the left side, was Alpha Kade Ashford. He looked smug, leaning back in his chair while Beta Darius whispered something into his ear. Seeing them so close made the scar on my ribs burn beneath my gown. I gripped my hidden silver daggers, forcing my breathing to slow down. ‘Watch them,’ I reminded myself. ‘Find their weaknesses.’ Suddenly, the heavy iron doors at the base of the chamber slammed open with a sound like thunder. The entire room went completely silent. Every single Alpha stood up instantly, their heads bowing in absolute submission. The sheer, suffocating pressure of a dominant aura flooded the room, making it hard to breathe even from the balcony. "He has arrived," Kade whispered below, his voice tight, laced with a rare, genuine fear. A towering figure stepped through the doorway, flanked by four elite royal guards. He wore a dark, tailored military coat with gold trim, but he didn't need a uniform to command respect. He radiated absolute, ancient power. He was the most ruthless ruler of the North. The Alpha King. He marched to the head of the table, his steps heavy. When he reached his seat, he paused, turning his face toward the light of the high windows. My breath was completely trapped in my throat. My hands went numb, slipping off the iron railing. Those sharp cheekbones, a heavy jawline covered in dark stubble. A faint, silver battle scar cutting across his collarbone, visible just above his collar. And as he scanned the room, his striking, piercing silver-gray eyes flashed with a cold, deadly authority. It was him. The man who had held me against his chest and kissed me with a bruising, desperate hunger. The man my wolf was currently screaming for. My one-night stand wasn't a minor pack diplomat or a visiting lord. He was Riven Vale, the Alpha King. The only man Kade feared was my mate. The wolf all sat down and then his voice boomed throughout the hall. “I want to introduce my Luna in Waiting and Future Queen of Silvermist, Princess Selene Ravaneshade from the Jaguar Pack.” My blood ran cold. My mate is getting married.RivenThe name hit the clearing making all of us freeze. Lyra.My breath caught hard in my throat, a sudden, violent knot forming behind my ribs. The rain didn't feel cold anymore; it felt like grease sliding over my skin. My boots squelched in the blood-soaked muck as I stared down the slope.Jax had frozen twenty yards away, his axe hanging limp at his side, his chest heaving like a broken bellows. Kade’s back was rigid, every muscle in the bastard's frame coiled tight enough to snap. But neither of them was looking at the assassins anymore. Their eyes—and mine—were locked entirely on her.Catherine stood amid the mud and the carnage, her breath coming in ragged, steaming gasps. And then, the air around her began to twist.It wasn't a trick of the rain. The space outlining her body started to ripple, blurring at the edges like heat rising off a summer road. The heavy, mud-caked cloak she wore began to shred into ash, dissolving into black smoke that whipped away in the storm. T
KadeRain kept coming down like the sky itself wanted us dead. It turned the floor into a sucking black soup that tried to steal my boots with every step. I had mud climbing up my calves. Cold water ran under my collar despite the heavy cloak. I didn’t give a shit. My eyes stayed locked on the woman ten feet away.Catherine crouched low in the muck, her dagger still riding her thigh, every line of her body coiled and ready. Rain plastered her hair to her skull while her eyes never left mine. I could almost taste the wolf under her skin—it was restless, furious, half a breath from lunging for my throat.I kept my hands empty. Let her see it and wonder why.“I found a map,” I said. The words cut through the downpour. “It is older than the high courts want anyone to remember. Rogue kingdom shit. The kind they burned the records for.”Her lip curled up but no words left her mouth yet. Just that cold, murderous stillness.“It marks something buried under this valley. Something that belon
LyraThe rain didn't wash the stench away; it just hammered it into the mud until the earth itself smelled of old copper and rot.My boots sank two inches into the soil with every shift of my weight. My chest heaved, pulling in damp air that tasted like sulfur and iron. Around us, the forest was far too quiet. The birds had given up hours ago, driven deep into the roots of ancient oaks by the relentless storm. Nothing moved except the grey, heavy sheets of water sliding down the trunks."Split up," I whispered, the words barely clearing my teeth.Jax’s head snapped toward me, water dripping from his chin in a steady, maddening rhythm. His grip on his axe handle was white-knuckled—the leather wrapping slick against his palm."Are you out of your goddamn mind? We need to stick together and break through their line together. You want to divide us right in front of their men?""I want us alive," I snapped back, keeping my voice low enough to drown in the downpour. My fingernails dug in
LyraThe ridge bit into my palms as I hauled myself the last few feet. Rain still sheeted down, turning the rock slick under my boots. My lungs burned. Every muscle in my legs screamed from the forced march, but I didn’t slow until the trees thinned and the valley opened beneath us.There it was.Our territory. The low cluster of cabins half-hidden by the tree line. The training field. The longhouse where the younger ones slept. Smoke should have been rising from the cook fires by now. Instead, the whole place sat too quiet, too still, like it was holding its breath.I went still with it.Jax dropped into a crouch beside me, water streaming off his jaw. “Fuck. They’re already…..”“Don’t.” The word came out flat. I didn’t look at him. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the shape of the valley.Kade’s men weren’t charging the gates. They weren’t setting fires or dragging people out. They ringed the territory in a wide, patient arc—dark figures moving between the trees, banners limp in
RivenThe candle on the desk had burned down to a stub, wax pooling like old blood across the grain. I hadn’t moved in hours. The report Kane dropped in front of me sat open, edges soft from how many times I’d flipped the same goddamn pages.A girl who was sixteen years old from the Bloodmoon pack. She suddenly went feral one night, tore through half the pack, then vanished into the wilds. The official record stated she died out there as rogues finished what the moon-madness started. There was no body recovered and the case was closed early this year. Except the pages didn’t line up. Ink changed halfway down the third sheet—different pressure, different slant. Whole paragraphs blacked out with a heavy hand. Dates that jumped like someone had ripped months out of the calendar and dared anyone to notice.I dragged a thumb across one of the redacted blocks. The paper underneath was thinner. Someone had sliced the original text out and glued a blank strip over the wound.Kane stood by
LyraThe stranger’s words still hung in the air like smoke after a fire.My pulse slammed against my throat hard enough that I could taste it. Jax’s bulky body stayed between me and the man who called himself Lucien, but I stepped around him anyway. My dagger stayed low, point aimed at the soft place under Lucien’s ribs.“How the fuck do you know that name?”The smirk on his face didn’t move. Rain dripped from the leaves above us and traced cold lines down the back of my neck. Nyx shifted under my skin, restless, not snarling the way she did at every other threat. That alone made my teeth grind.Lucien’s eyes tracked the blade, then flicked back to mine. “Some things you have to dig up yourself, little wolf. I’m not here to hand you a map of your own head.”“Bullshit.” My voice came out raw. “You don’t get to walk out of the dark, say my name like you own it, and then play coy. Talk.”He tilted his head, studying me the way someone studies a locked door. “Kade’s battalion isn’t raci







