Todos los capítulos de LYRA: REBORN FOR REVENGE : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

The next morning after a night that seemed like forever, Lyra woke early, slipping out of bed before Mason stirred. She dressed quickly, eager to escape the suffocating tension in their home. The air outside was crisp, the sky a soft pink and blue as the sun began to rise over the horizon. She made her way to the festival grounds, needing the distraction of work to keep her mind from spiraling out. Jessy was already there, overseeing the preparations with her ever boiling enthusiasm. “Lyra!” she called out, waving Lyra over with a bright smile. “Come see how the decorations turned out. I think you’ll absolutely love it.” Lyra smiled weakly, still grateful for Jessy’s energy. It was easy to pretend that everything was fine when Jessy was around, to push the doubts and fears to the back of her head. But even as they walked through the festival grounds, inspecting the decorations and discussing the final details, Lyra couldn’t shake the feeling of her predicament. “Are y

Lyra paced the small, dimly illuminated room as the shimmering candles cast long straws across the hallway. Her breath was shallow, her fingers shaking as she coupled them together, anxiously awaiting the healer’s return. She had visited the healer countless times before in the past months, seeking answers for the emptiness that had plagued her since she and Mason had first tried to conceive. But today was going to be different. The healer, an old woman with filled eyes and a voice like burnt wood, stepped into the room. Her gaze was sharp, as if she could see straight through Lyra’s and into the deepest parts of her soul. “The Blood Moon is powerful, child,” the healer said, her voice cold and deliberate. “It will not only strengthen the pack but reveal many truths that have been hidden behind curtains.” Lyra swallowed hard, her mouth dry as she drenched her mouth had left . “I don’t understand great one. What truths could there be?” The healer’s lips twisted into a

The first thing Lyra felt was softness beneath her. Not the hard, unforgiving rocks that had shattered her body. Not the cold embrace of death. Softness. The familiar give of her mattress, the silk sheets she'd chosen herself three years ago, the pillow that still smelled faintly of lavender. Her eyes snapped open.She gasped, a desperate, drowning sound that tore from her throat. Her hands flew to her face, trembling fingers touching warm skin, tracing the curve of her cheeks, her nose, her lips. Everything was there. Everything was whole. Her chest heaved as she pressed her palms against it, feeling the rapid thunder of her heartbeat."No," she whispered, her voice hoarse and broken. "No, no, no."She threw back the covers and stared down at her body. Her arms, her legs, all intact. No blood. No broken bones piercing through flesh. No pain except the phantom agony that still echoed in her memory. She touched her stomach, that soft curve where life had been growing, where her baby had

"Alright," he said finally. He leaned in, and Lyra forced herself to stay still as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. His lips were warm against her skin, the gesture achingly familiar. How many times had he done this over their five years together? How many of those kisses had been lies?"I'll be back before dinner," Mason said as he pulled away. "Try to rest, okay? Maybe the nightmare just means you've been working too hard on the festival preparations."Lyra nodded, not trusting her voice. She watched as he turned and walked to the door, his movements easy and confident. The Alpha in his element, completely unaware that his wife had returned from the dead with knowledge of his betrayal.He paused at the doorway, glancing back at her one more time. "I love you, Lyra."The words hit her like a physical blow. I love you. Three simple words that she'd once treasured more than anything. Three words that she now knew were hollow, meaningless sounds from a man who had never truly meant th

Lyra took the pouches with shaking hands, holding them against her chest. Such small things to mark the loss of a life."How long until, until I'm recovered?" she asked."Physically? A week, perhaps two. You'll need to avoid strenuous activity, and you shouldn't try to conceive again for at least two full moon cycles," Eleanor said. She hesitated, then added, "Emotionally? That takes longer, child. Much longer. And you shouldn't try to do it alone."But I am alone, Lyra thought. My mate is a liar and my best friend is a murderer, and I'm more alone than you could possibly understand."Thank you," she said instead, sliding off the examination table. Her legs felt weak, but she forced them to hold her weight. "For everything. And for your discretion."Eleanor caught her hand before she could turn away. "Lyra, are you sure everything is alright? Between you and the Alpha? You can talk to me if—""Everything is fine," Lyra lied, the words coming easily now. She'd had years of practice lyi