Wolfless Luna Rebirth: The Alpha King's Lethal Queen

~Lyra's POV~“Lyra, as of today, you cease to be the Luna of the Nightshade Pack. Alpha Ivan insists you sign these divorce papers tonight. It’s time to stop clinging to a dream that was never meant to be.”The words were harsh. Seven years of marriage, seven years of waiting, and still, I was nothing more than an outsider.I had defied my parents and abandoned my birth pack, all to be with Ivan. We were fated mates, destined by the Moon Goddess herself.But fate had been cruel.Ivan had never officially bestowed upon me the title ‘Luna,’ despite my years by his side. Without a wolf of my own, I was seen as weak, an embarrassment to the pack.Even now, I was nothing more than a hollow shell in their eyes, a Luna without a wolf, a fated mate without power. And now, everything was being stripped from me entirely.‘I never imagined that my bloodwritten plea for one more meeting wouldn’t sway Ivan,’ I thought bitterly. The desperation in that plea, the hope that it might change his mind,

~Lyra's POV~The eastern market town was everything I needed it to be.Busy, loud, full of colour and noise and the smell of roasting groundnuts and fresh fabric bolts piled in crooked towers outside the shop fronts. Exactly the kind of place that makes it hard to think about anything serious for too long.Zara loved it immediately."Okay," she said, spinning in a slow circle in the middle of the main street with her arms out. "I will admit. This is better than the other one.""I told you.""You did tell me." She grabbed my arm and steered us toward the nearest fabric stall. "Don't let it go to your head."We spent two hours moving from stall to stall. She tried on three different perfume samples and made me smell each one, holding her wrist under my nose with the focused seriousness of someone making a medical decision. She argued cheerfully with a seller over a bolt of deep green fabric, won, and then bought two extra metres she didn't originally plan for. She told me about a boy fr

~Lyra's POV~I sit alone in my room, the afternoon light thin and pale against the curtains. The proposal repeating itself in my head, pages I once flipped through without really seeing.I remember the day we merged the companies. I remember trusting him. The way I trusted everything about Ivan back then. My signature had been quick, confident, sealed with the kind of love that never thought it needed to read the fine print.Now the words stare back at me, cold and precise._Clause 7.2: In the event of casualty or death of either party, the surviving partner shall assume full control of the company and all properties held under its name, including access to previously designated assets and holdings.I thought it was just an agreement. A safeguard. A formality between two people building something together. I didn’t read this part in my previous life. Why would I? I loved him. I believed the future we planned was the one we would actually live into.Trust made me blind. Love made me ca

~Lyra's POV~I didn't sleep well.I lay in the dark for most of the night with the ceiling above me and the events of the ball replaying in my head on a loop I couldn't shut off. Xavier's voice. The quiet certainty of it. The way he stood between me and Ivan without hesitating, without posturing, without making it a performance. He hadn't looked at the room when he made that declaration. He hadn't looked at Ivan. He'd looked at me, just briefly, to make sure I was steady. And then he'd turned back to Ivan like the rest of it was already handled.And Ivan's face right after, that fast cycle of shock and fury, and underneath both of those things, something I didn't expect. Something that looked almost like loss.I turned over and told myself to stop analyzing it. I had more important things to focus on than reading the expression on the face of a man who'd spent years making sure I didn't matter to him.I came downstairs at eight. Mama was already at the table, both hands around her tea

~Lyra's POV~Papa wasn’t at breakfast. That wasn’t weird by itself. He had early meetings sometimes. Border reports. Pack stuff that couldn’t wait. But when I came down, Mr. Denton told me Papa wanted to see me in his study after I ate. He said it in a way that made me lose my appetite. So I didn’t eat. --- The letter was already open on the desk when I walked in. Papa stood by the window, not behind his desk. That told me everything before he said a word. He turned when I shut the door. Looked at me. Then he walked to the desk and slid the letter toward me. He didn’t speak. I picked it up and read. It was to the Alpha of the Crestmoor Pack. Very formal. It said there was good info that Nightshade planned to move their patrols east. Into land that Crestmoor and two other small packs shared. It sounded like a warning from someone close to Nightshade. It was signed with my name. “Did you write this?” Papa asked. I kept reading for a few seconds. Not because I had to. I