LOGINLyra(Mia's) POV
“What are you doing here?” Damion's cold voice sounded behind me.
Thinking about what you and your mother were discussing was the answer. Reality was checking in with me and I desperately craved an explanation for the mess I was in.
“I was just going for a bathroom break. I lost my way and was waiting until someone came by.”
I was standing at the edge of the hallway , not quite long away from the room in which I overheard him discussing a matter that troubled my mind.
“Come with me. I'll show you where you'll be spending your days.”
He marched forward silently beckoning me to follow. I obliged but at a safe pace. His words still brought me terror.
I smiled. Surely he was taking me to a grand room.
Beneath the strings that were beginning to get attached, the title of Luna was a prestigious one. I felt honoured and couldn't wait to experience the good perks that came with it.
Living with Damion's scared me. The man hadn't muttered a word to me and I knew better than to strike a conversation.
How was I supposed to leave with a man who saw me as nothing but a pawn in a game I was ignorant of, a man who saw me only as a tool to achieve his goal?
He stopped abruptly in front of a red door. It was wooden, the handle slightly popping out of the door. It bore testament to years of pull and push. Did I forget to mention the room reeked of human negligence as well?
The mold that was beginning to form at the top edge of the door was bold and unwelcoming. There was a chance to curb it but I doubt anyone has ever shot it a second glance.
I gulped my anxiety, clearing my throat. “Is this the restroom?”
“No, this is where you'll be sleeping in throughout the two years.” His hand stretched for the handle but he recoiled before making contact. “I'm going to get a maid to open that up and take your things inside.”
I quickly covered my mouth. There was this churning feeling in my stomach. I feared vomit would spill out of my mouth as there was a certain stench oozing from the room.
“You can't be serious. This place looks like it has been abandoned for years. If you open those doors I'm sure they'll be rodents crawling over.”
“That is not my problem. This is the only free room I could find for you in the palace. Instead of you complaining, how about some thanks for finding this place for you.”
Compared to the room in front of me, I'm sure the maids quarters will feel like a duplex.
“I can sleep in your room instead. We are married. We can stay in the same room.”
He scowled. “There is no way that I'm going to let a traitor's daughter sleep in the same room as me. I have learned from my father's mistakes. There is no way I'm letting my guard down around you.”
I wanted to tell him that I wasn't harmless and that I was not the person that he thought I was. But how could I explain to him when I could barely make sense of what was happening.
“Please. I'm not going to be of any harm to you.”
He huffed, barely taking a second look at me.
“This is where you're going to stay for the duration of our marriage. Dinner will be served in a couple of minutes and I expect you to be ready by then.
Without another word he turned on his heels and walked aways, muttering incorrigibly under his breath.
There was no defining my next step. Rushing after him was the worst thing I could do. He had suddenly developed a disdain for me and trying to get on his good side right now was a bad move.
I watched him walk away, not knowing what to do.
This was my life now. This was where I was living now. A room with a red door ridden with mould. From one of the finest rooms in my father's home to this place which was not suitable even for a maid.
The maid who had been instructed to get my luggage arrived soon enough. I expected her to be with a full load of belongings. With disappointment, I watched her roll a piece of suitcase beside her as she approached. Could this day get any worse?”
“Is this all?” I asked with widened eyes.
“Yes, Luna,” she said with a bow. “This was the only piece of luggage that was handed over to me.”
“There must be a mix up somewhere. I packed about four suitcases this morning. My father had loaded all of them in the car.”
“My Luna, I promise this is all I saw. Alpha Damion had instructed me to just bring this to you.”
My jaw clenched. How much more suffering is this man going to put me through because of some feud he had with my supposed father? It wasn't right to make me suffer for a crime that I had hand in or no ideas for that matter.”
“Anything else, my Luna?” The maid asked.
“Just make sure this room is clean when I get back and the suitcase is unpacked and arranged. I'm going to have a word with my husband.”
I don't think that's a good idea my Luna,” the maid whispered hesitantly but I didn't pay attention to her. I should have.
Calling an evil man my husband didn't sit well on my tongue. But then again since I woke up nothing in my life had felt the way it was supposed to.
I caught up with Damion while he was having a meeting. He was stood and flanked by some of the individuals that are in the inner circle he had introduced to me earlier. His mother was part of them. Her face wore a displeasing look as soon as her eyes fell on me.
That should have been my cue to walk away. I should have read the room but the hurt and rage blinded my eyes. I began spewing words as soon as I got his attention.
“Why are you dictating my life? First you lodge me in a room full of rodents and now you're cutting my baggage short. For how long will you keep treating me in a lowly manner…”
The words hadn't completely left my lips when a hand struck me cleanly across the cheek. I looked up at Damion with my eyes widened and hand clutching my hurting jaw. He glared at me with flared nostrils.
“Don't ever question my decision or my authority. I own you and I'll do however I please. Now get out of here before I break your jaw!”
His mother nodded approving, flashing me a smirk.
Oh, poor me. What kind of marriage have I signed up for?
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







