MasukLyra(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 POVThe hall slowly emptied, but the echo of the moment lingered in the air like a warm afterglow. The warriors slipped out with bowed heads, whispering blessings as they passed. The glow of the Crescent Flame emblem still shimmered across the far wall, soft silver and gold light carrying a promise I could feel deep in my bones.My body trembled with exhaustion, but the peace inside me… it was something new. Something fragile and soft, like a breath after drowning.My twins rested against my chest, their skin warm, their tiny heartbeats steady. Their breathing was so gentle, so rhythmic, it soothed every ache I carried. I ran my thumb along the curve of my daughter’s cheek, memorizing the softness of her, then shifted slightly as my son curled closer in Damion’s arms.I looked up at him.Damion was watching me the way someone looks at sunrise after believing they might never see light again. His presence grounded me. His love steadied me. Everything we had fought for had led to
The battlefield beyond the walls of Bloodhound had fallen silent, the fires smoldering in the distance, the acrid scent of ash and blood hanging heavy in the air. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, the screams of war were gone. The Moonlight shone down on the packs, both Bloodhound and Moonshine, their warriors exhausted but alive.Inside the castle, the chaos of battle had not followed, but a different storm raged.Lyra lay on a bed in the center of the chamber, her hands pressed to her belly, her face pale but resolute. She had barely spoken since the last attack, and now, the tension in her body had reached its peak. I stayed at her side, kneeling on the floor, holding her hand and watching the faint rise and fall of her chest.Her eyes fluttered open, meeting mine, and in them, I saw all the battles we had fought, all the losses we had endured, and the fragile hope that had survived. “It’s over,” she whispered, though her voice carried no relief. “The packs… the bl
Damion's povThe Blood Moon bathed the land in crimson light, spilling its glow through the tall windows of our chamber. Outside, the armies clashed with chaos and fury, fire and shadow mingling in a dance of death. I stayed close to Lyra, feeling her trembling under my arms, her pulse uneven, her breathing shallow. Every moment, my fear twisted tighter around my chest. I could hear the cries of warriors, the clash of steel, the roar of beasts beyond the walls, but in this room, all I could focus on was the fragile life in her womb and the life at her side.Lyra’s eyes were closed, her forehead damp with sweat. Her body ached from the lingering poison, and the curse that had once haunted her had now shifted toward the child she carried. I felt the weight of responsibility crush me. Not just as a king, not just as a fighter, but as the man who would protect her at all costs. I pressed a kiss to the top of her head, inhaling her scent, grounding myself against the fear that threatene
Damion’s POVThe attack came before dawn, when the world was still quiet enough for fear to be heard. A scout burst into the war hall with ash smeared across his face, breath sharp and frantic.He spoke of fire sweeping through the outer villages, shadows moving with unnatural speed, rogues tearing through defenses as if they had been trained to fight as one body. Behind them marched witches cloaked in midnight, and further still, scattered remnants of the monsters Lucius once called his loyal hounds. Selene Varran was no longer testing our borders. She had launched a full invasion.I felt the weight of the kingdom press onto my shoulders. My generals rose from their seats instantly, barking orders, drawing strategies, ready to charge into the chaos. The scent of burning earth seeped in even from the stone walls. Every instinct in my body screamed at me to take the field, to lead the army the way I always had. But beneath that instinct lived something stronger. A smaller heartbeat.
Damion’s POVWhen I found Lyra in Lucius’s abandoned chamber, she was sitting on the cold floor with the scroll open in her trembling hands. The moonlight through the cracked window fell across her face, revealing the tears she had been fighting to hide. She didn’t look up at first. She just stared at the prophecy written by my father, as if willing the words to change. When she finally raised her eyes to mine, the pain inside them made something inside me fracture. I went to her, pulling her gently against my chest. Her body softened into mine, but her breaths were uneven, and her fingers clutched at my shirt like she was afraid she would drown if she let go.The prophecy had marked our unborn child. The curse meant for Lyra and her sister had shifted, moved, found new life inside the tiny heartbeat growing within her. Lyra whispered it like a confession, voice cracking under the weight of her fear. She said she felt as if she had damned our child before it was even born. I held
Lyra’s POVLucius’s abandoned chamber still smelled of dust and death.The torches flickered as I pushed open the heavy iron door, my breath catching when the cold air wrapped around my skin. No one had stepped inside this room since the day Damion ended his reign. His darkness still clung to the stone walls, whispering old curses in the silence.But something… pulled me here tonight.My steps echoed softly as I walked past overturned tables, broken glass, and the remnants of Lucius’s madness. My hand drifted along the cracked desk, brushing away dust, until it caught on something buried beneath—A hidden compartment.I froze.My pulse quickened as I pried it open. A faint scent of old parchment drifted out. Wrapped in black silk, untouched by time, lay a scroll sealed in gold.Not Lucius’s seal.Alaric Byers.Damion’s father. The last true Alpha King.My throat tightened as I broke the seal.The parchment unfurled slowly, trembling between my fingers.The handwriting was bold. Elegan







