All Chapters of LYRA: REBORN FOR REVENGE : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Lyra could still remember the very day she first met Mason Sylvester, the moment that had altered the course of her life forever. She had been nineteen, young and impressionable, full of the naivety that comes with the belief that a fated mate could fix everything and Mason on the other hand, who wasn't far off in age was rather more mature and definite. He had the belief that a mate was just another obligation he needed to fulfill as a alpha. The annual Crest Pack Harvest Festival had been in full swing, the scent of roasted meats and wood smoke filling the air as wolves from neighboring packs confluence at Crest pack in celebration. Lyra had been wandering through the crowd, her heart light as feather, her family close by, when she first caught his scent—a mix of pine and leather, a smell that seemed to wrap around her senses like ribbons on a box, filling in the right places. Mason had towered over everyone at the festival, his presence commanding attention without slimmest

Later that night, Lyra sat by the fire place in their home, the crackling flames casting shadows that danced elegantly on the walls. Mason wasn’t home yet—again. It was becoming more and more frequent, his late nights attending to “pack business.” He rarely provided details anymore, and when she asked, he would brush her off with vague answers. Every time he did, a knot twisted tighter in her stomach, the anxiety clawing intensely at her insides. She hadn’t seen him since that morning, when he had left without so much as a kiss or hug. Not even a glance. Once, his absence would have crushed her, left her longing for his warmth, his touch. Now, it only deepened the coldness that had settled in her insides. As the fire crackled and popped, Lyra’s thoughts wandered to the whispers she had overheard at the market a few days ago—women gossiping about the Alpha’s late-night movements and routines, about a certain female pack member who was often seen slipping in and out of the Alph

Lyra followed Jessy quietly, the shattering of dried leaves beneath their feet the only sound as they walked through the shedding woods. The cliffs were just ahead, bathed in the silver light of the Blood Moon. It was a place that held so many memories. Memories of blissful days, when she and Jessy had been carefree children, laughing and playing without a care. But tonight, something felt different. There was a thick tension in the air, an unease that settled in Lyra’s chest, making her heart beat faster with every step she took. Jessy had been unusually quiet since the ceremony, her usual bright, teasing demeanor replaced by a strange, somber silence. Lyra couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong, but she pushed it aside, trusting Jessy as she had always done. When they reached the cliff’s edge, the wind picked up, cool and biting as it whipped through Lyra’s hair and dress. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to ward off the freeze as she looked out ove

The door swung open fully, and there he stood. Mason Sylvester, Alpha of Crest Pack, her fated mate, her husband. The man who would one day watch her fall to her death without lifting a finger to save her.Lyra flinched. She couldn't stop herself. Her body remembered what her mind knew, and every instinct screamed at her to run, to fight, to protect herself from the threat standing in her doorway.But Mason's face, that face that had haunted her final moments, wasn't cold. It wasn't cruel. Instead, concern flickered across his features, his dark brows drawing together as he stepped into the room."Lyra?" His voice was soft, gentle even. Nothing like the dismissive tone she remembered from those last terrible months. "Are you alright?"She stared at him, unable to speak. This version of Mason, this man who looked at her with something that almost resembled care, was a stranger wearing her husband's face. Or perhaps her husband was the stranger, and this was who he'd been before everyth

The walk to the healer's cottage felt like the longest journey of Lyra's life. Each step sent fresh waves of cramping through her abdomen, and she had to pause twice to steady herself against a tree, breathing through the pain. She'd changed into dark pants and a loose tunic, anything to hide the evidence of what was happening to her body.The morning sun was bright overhead, cheerful and warm, completely at odds with the darkness swallowing her from the inside. Pack members passed her on the path, greeting her with smiles and respectful nods. Luna Lyra, beloved wife of their Alpha, looking perfectly fine on a beautiful morning. None of them knew she was bleeding, losing a child she'd never even known existed.When she finally reached the healer's cottage, a small stone building at the edge of the pack grounds surrounded by herb gardens, Lyra hesitated at the door. Her hand hovered over the wood, trembling.Once she went inside, once the healer confirmed what she already knew, it woul