Semua Bab The alpha king's slave mate: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Lyra's povI was never meant to survive.I’ve known that truth since the day I was old enough to understand words whispered behind locked doors. Since the first time my stepmother’s sharp slap sent me sprawling across the kitchen floor. Since my own father turned his eyes away whenever they bruised me, as if I didn’t belong in the world he ruled.“You will keep your head down,” Selene hissed beside me, her clawed hand tightening on my arm like iron talons. “You will not speak. You will not look at anyone unless spoken to. If you embarrass this family tonight, I will personally see you flogged until your skin peels.”I nodded mutely, my gaze on the polished stone floor of the grand corridor as we neared the Great Hall. The scent of fresh roses, perfumes, and wolf musk clung to the air, suffocating. My heart pounded, but not with excitement like my stepsister Celeste's, who walked proudly ahead in a crimson gown that gleamed like fresh-spilled blood.It was the Alpha King's choosing cer

Lyra’s povI didn’t know how far they dragged me, through the mud, through the thick wild bushes but I felt every scrape, every pull on my bruised body. My bare feet skidded over damp leaves and jagged stones. My limbs were trembling so hard I could barely stay upright, and the pain in my head pulsed with every heartbeat.The forest cleared after what felt like hours. And when my blurred vision lifted, I gasped.A kingdom.Tall dark walls wrapped around towers of black stone and gleaming steel. The smell of fire, iron, and free magic filled the air. There were guards—actual guards—clad in armor I’d never seen before, their chests stamped with a crest foreign to me. Banners flapped in the wind above the gates. Wolves padded past in both human and beast form, their movements smooth, predatory... disciplined.This was no graveyard of mindless rogues.I swallowed hard.“… the new Shadowfang…”Shadowfang?I’d heard the word slip from the beta’s mouth before darkness took me, but I thought

Lyra’s POVThe door clicked shut behind me with the finality of a death sentence.I stood frozen. My heart beat so loud I swore he could hear it. The room was dimly lit, and large, all black and silver, too vast and cold for comfort. Velvet curtains hung like blood dripping from the ceiling and the fireplace burned low in the corner, casting gold across the floor. But it was the silence—the thick, pressing silence—that terrified me most.King Ronan stood still for a moment, just watching me. That stare again—sharp, consuming and golden. My bare feet throbbed against the floor.He moved. Not like a man—no. Like something primal, dangerous. His cloak dropped to the floor as he stalked toward me. I flinched, but he didn’t raise a hand. Not this time.Instead, he said, voice low and cold,“Sit. There.”I blinked. My lips parted, but he cut me off without looking at me.“Don’t talk. Don’t question me.”I obeyed. My body moved on its own, sliding onto the plush chair he pointed to near the

Lyra’s povBeta Garrick didn’t say anything as he turned on his heel and gestured for me to follow him out of the King’s chambers. I obeyed without a word, my heart still hammering from everything that had just happened. I kept my eyes low, aware of the weight of the King's presence behind me even after the door shut.The hallway we walked through was eerily quiet, the soft pads of Garrick’s footsteps the only sound aside from my own uneven breathing. But as we descended a winding set of stairs and passed beneath an arched stone hallway lined with flickering torches, I started to hear more signs of life: distant chatter, the rush of water, the clinking of dishes. The castle was awake.Eventually, Garrick stopped at a carved wooden door, opening it without knocking. Steam came out, warm and fragrant, wrapping around me like a soft hug. My feet froze in place.It was a bathing chamber—far larger than I expected. The floors were polished obsidian and in the center sat a wide, shallow poo

Lyra’s povThe world came back slowly.Like fog lifting from a lake, the haze in my mind began to clear, and I became aware of warmth wrapped around me—the softness of blankets, the distant crackle of a fire, and the gentle scent of herbs in the air. The light was dim, golden and flickering, casting soft shadows on the wooden beams above me.Where…?I shifted slightly, and a sharp ache throbbed in my skull. My breath hitched.I heard a rustle of movement to my left, and then a soft gasp. I turned my head, barely, and a middle-aged woman with kind eyes and grey-streaked hair rushed to my side.“You’re awake,” she said, placing a cool hand on my forehead. “Thank the spirits. You gave us quite a scare, girl.”I tried to sit up, but she placed a firm hand on my shoulder.“Easy,” she said gently. “You've been unconscious for over a week.”A week.The words echoed in my head.I blinked at her, confusion weighing me down. “What… happened?”She frowned thoughtfully but didn’t answer. “You sho