Mag-log inLyra(Mia's)POV
I knew Xander was going to cave into my offer. The flirty gaze I shot him just ensures that I achieved my goal. Convincing Alpha Damion was the main battle. This arrangement wasn't going to work if I was locked up in the palace all through the day. This wouldn't be easy. Their interaction earlier where I had refused to respond after I had been summoned had made sure of that. But I couldn't let him boss me around whenever he wished after he had just made a fool of me in the presence of everyone in the town hall. Like a prodigal daughter, I returned to the chambers. The guard must have been signalled for my return. He just nodded as I walked through. I could hear the voices coming from the room and I was still a couple of feet away from the door. One I could make out to be feminine and the other I had made out to be Damion. No one else I had seen had that harsh tone in his arsenal. His voice was able to make anyone tremble like it did to me. I refused to knock. The door was slightly open anyway. I just pushed it open and walked in. Two sets of reddened eyes turned to look at me. They bore surprise and then annoyance. “Oh, yes. Here comes the devil.” The feminine voice belonged to his mother. “You've been here for barely a month and you're planning on bringing my son disgrace, right?” I stepped back as she jumped to her feet and approached. I feared another slap was on its way. “I have done no such thing, Mrs Byers.” “Then explain to me why my guards found you and alpha Xander out in the courtyard all alone. You better come up with the truth before I split you in half.” The woman didn't look like she was mincing words. “We were just talking about business.” “That didn't look like business. His arms were over you and you were giving him flirtatious glances. If you hadn't been in a public space, I'm sure you two would have made out. Mom, you are right, she is a whore.” That word broke me. “Don't call me that. How can you jump to conclusions if you didn't even give a chance to explain?” “If I had known that you would turn out to be a whore I would have killed your father and you when I had a chance.” His shoulder dropped as he finished speaking. It seemed like he had said more than he was supposed to. He exchanged knowing glances with his mother before they turned to me. “Sorry, I'm lost in the dark. You were supposed to kill me? Why?” “I am pissed that I summoned you and because of your newfound love, you outrightly disregarded and ignored me.” “Is that how you were taught to act as a Luna?” I cleared my throat. “You are in no position to talk to me about getting ignored. I have been trying to be by your side and all you have done is shift me aside and belittle me in front of everyone. So don't get jealous when I decide to hang out with someone who appreciates me.” “Jealous? Why would I ever get jealous over you?” “Then explain the yelling and the groaning just because you saw me with another man.” “Enough!” His mother yelled and silence reigned. “If you were not speaking about love with this man, what was it you two were talking about?” This was already a tense situation for me. How could I break the ice without drowning? “We were talking about business. He offered me a job.” With a hitched breath I waited for the reactions. “That son of a bitch! How dare he offer you a job? I bet he is just trying to ridicule me. What would everyone say when the hear that my Luna is working in a rival's company?” Thank heavens I hadn't told the truth. If he had found out I was the one who asked for the job things would have gone a whole lot worse. “She can't take the job. She will only end up making a mess and we would take the blame one way or the other.” I watched them go back and forth before dropping the next bombshell. “I agreed to take the job. I'll be starting next week.” Damion's eyes wanted to pop out of their sockets. “There is no way I'm going to allow that. You don't need a job. I will provide everything you need.” “I want this job,” I said, standing my ground. “I don't enjoy spending my days all alone in my room. This is my chance to go after my passion.” “Passion? You don't have a single idea about fashion!” ”I do. If Xander hadn't seen any potential in me, he wouldn't have hired me.” “The only potential he sees is an opportunity to get into your pants.” “That's not going to happen and even if it does, you shouldn't be concerned about it. I thought you couldn't care less about me.” The words seemed stuck in his throat. He had walked into my trap. He looked to his mother and she stopped in. “Mia, we couldn't care less if you went about sleeping with every man you meet. The only reason why we're going to put our foot down against this is our image. We can't have you painting the name of the pack with mud.” “I'm just going there to work. There is no other purpose. Besides, it's in the best interest of everyone. Since you two want nothing to do with me, It's a great way to keep me out of everyone's sights.” His mother sighed, turning to him. “She is right, Damion. It's best we keep her away from you since that's what you wanted in the first place.” “But, mother… she…” he looked like he was about to put up a protest but He quickly dropped the matter. “Alright. He can have her if that's what he wants.” I didn't expect it to be that easy to convince them. Finally my plan was in motion. I left that office a happier woman. I met Xander waiting at the end of the hallway. “What did he say?” “I told you I'll take care of it. He said yes. I can begin next week.” His shoulders dropped and he smiled. “I was really hoping that he would say yes. Now I get the chance to have you to myself.” I rolled my eyes. “I hope you are talking about the job.” “Of course,” he said with a wink. That was the loudest lie I had ever heard. Whatever plans he had, I wasn't worried. I had plans of my own and they were going to make sure I got my revenge on him and my sister. He will never see me coming! “Now take me to your company so that I may see what it is we are dealing with.”Lyra’s POVHours later, the celebration faded into murmurs and distant laughter.The moon had risen full and low casting silver light through the open hall, washing everything in a calm too fragile to trust.The banners of Bloodhound and Moonshine hung side by side, their crimson threads glinting beneath the torchlight. For the first time in decades, the packs had feasted without bloodshed. The war was over. The lost had been honored. The living dared to hope.I stood by the tall window, watching the stars shimmer across the horizon.They looked close tonight — like they were listening.My reflection stared back at me — Mia’s face, Lyra’s eyes. Two souls fused by vengeance and rebirth. I was no longer the ghost that haunted the woods. I was the fire that had crawled from its ashes.Footsteps echoed softly behind me.Damion came up, wrapping his arms around my waist. His warmth seeped through me, grounding me in a world that still didn’t feel real.“You silenced centuries of fear in a
CHAPTER 129Lyra’s POVPeace had never sounded so strange.No war cries, no burning steel. Only the soft hum of rebuilding and the whispers of ghosts we could never bury.The Bloodhound Pack was breathing again. After months of bloodshed, of watching the world burn under Lucius and Nyla’s madness, dawn finally came without fear.But peace was fragile and it trembled beneath every stare, every uncertain word spoken in the courtyard that morning.Damion and I called the gathering beneath the high dome of the council hall.The Bloodhound and Moonshine Alphas filled the chamber — men and women who had once bowed to Lucius’s cruelty, now watching me with wary eyes. Some whispered, some glared. None dared to speak too loud.They were waiting for answers.For truth.Damion stood at the center of the room, his black coat brushing the stone, his presence quiet but commanding. “Today,” he began, his voice echoing against the marble walls, “we close a chapter written in blood.”He turned to me.
Lyra’s POVThe night was too quiet.Too still.Even the wind had stopped moving, and the Bloodhound Pack slept soundly beneath a silver moon. I stood by the window, feeling something stir in my chest — a weight, a warning. My wolf shifted restlessly beneath my skin.I couldn’t sleep. The child inside me stirred softly, a flutter beneath my ribs — fragile, alive, a reminder that peace might finally exist after all the bloodshed. Damion had made sure the pack was safe, rebuilding the ruins Lucius left behind. For once, the world was still.Then I felt it.That familiar, poisonous energy.My breath caught.It couldn’t be.But before I could think, a shadow slipped through the courtyard — silent as death. Her aura hit me like a blade to the heart.It was Nyla.I stepped out into the cold air barefoot, the gravel biting into my skin, my heartbeat echoing in my ears. She stood in the moonlight — pale, hollow, her eyes glowing with crimson fury.“Did you miss me, sister?” she whispered, her
Nyla’s POVSilence.That was all that remained when the screams faded.Pain.That’s all that was left of me.The smell of blood still clung to the walls of the cell. Xander’s blood. His scent haunted me, thick and suffocating — a reminder of the moment everything shattered. His body had been taken hours ago, but I could still see him, sprawled across the cold stone floor, eyes lifeless…My knees pressed against the stone floor, slick with what was left of him. Xander. His blood still stained my hands, warm once, now cold and sticky, like the life that had drained from me too.He was gone.Gone because of her.I stared at the empty space where his body had lain, the weight of it crushing me from the inside out. His eyes had closed in peace, his lips had formed her name — not mine. Never mine.Lyra.Even thinking about it made my throat burn.I pressed my palms to my face, the sobs tearing out of me uncontrollably. My heart screamed her name in fury. My fingers shook as I looked down at
Damion's POV Outside, the air was heavy with smoke and the faint scent of rain. Warriors gathered in the courtyard, weary but alert. They looked up as I descended the stairs — the Alpha King, bloodied but unbroken.I raised my voice, letting it cut through the silence.“Lucius is dead.”A hush fell.“I killed him,” I continued, the words cold and sharp. “He was the one who murdered my father. He deceived us all — framed Beta Sinclair, divided the pack, and turned brother against brother. But his reign ends tonight.”A murmur spread like wildfire. The tension that had hung over Bloodhound lands for years finally cracked — replaced by shock, then relief, then fury.I lifted my chin. “The Bloodhound Pack is free again. The lies end here. The curse ends here.”Cheers broke out — raw, thunderous howls that rose to the sky. Warriors beat their chests. Mothers wept. Elders bowed.I waited for the noise to quiet, then added, my voice softer but steady, “Our Luna lives. And she carries our fu
Damion’s POVThe world felt too quiet after the blood stopped spilling.I carried Lyra in my arms, her body limp, her pulse faint but there. Each step back to Bloodhound territory felt heavier than the last. My hands were slick with blood — hers, mine, Lucius’s — I couldn’t tell anymore.By the time I reached the gates, the guards froze. Eyes widened. Murmurs rippled through the crowd like wind through dry leaves.Their Alpha King had returned.But there was no victory in my stride, only exhaustion, rage, and the desperate hope that the woman in my arms would open her eyes again.“Prepare the healer,” I ordered, my voice hoarse but commanding. “Now.”Warriors moved aside instantly. No one dared speak. No one dared breathe. I took her through the courtyard, through the grand hall, straight to our chamber. The scent of smoke and steel lingered in the air, but I didn’t care. I laid her gently on the bed, brushing strands of hair from her pale face.I laid her gently on our bed, my hands







