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61. The Moonveil's Secret

LyraKillian was still staring at me as though I had sprouted wings and flown instead of simply spoken. His eyes, storm-dark and searching, fixed on me with such intensity that it was hard to breathe.“Moonveil,” he repeated, softer this time, the name rolling from his tongue like a prayer.The forest was quiet around us, a silence that felt too deep, too purposeful, as if the trees themselves were listening. Moonveil stirred within me, stretching, her presence cool and ancient, carrying a weight that never quite belonged to me.Killian’s brows drew low. “That… doesn’t sound like any wolf I have ever heard of. Where did you come up with it? Does she have a name? Other than Moonveil?”I let out a breath, trying not to smile at his suspicion. “I didn’t. She gave it to me. Moonveil is who she has always been. But her true name is Elyndra.”He shifted on the rock where he sat, his jaw tight, his posture braced like a soldier expecting an ambush. He wanted to believe me, I saw it in the

62. Trial by Fire

LyraThe forest was still humming with the aftertaste of my revelations when Killian finally stood. His eyes never left me, but the suspicion I had seen earlier was gone, replaced with something sharper. It was curiosity edged with disbelief.“Show me,” he said at last. His Alpha voice, though quiet, carried command. “Don’t just tell me. Prove it.”I arched a brow, unable to resist a small smirk. “You want me to prove that I’m not just a wolf playing tricks?”“I need to see it with my own eyes,” he replied. His jaw flexed, his body taut, like a man steeling himself for impact. “Otherwise, how can I ask the others to believe in you when I don’t even know if I should? Show me the extent of your fighting power.”The words pricked, but I understood. This wasn’t just about him. This was about the pack, the elders, the weight of leadership. He couldn’t blindly take my word.“Fine,” I said, stepping back into the clearing. The moonlight spilled across the grass, silver bright, as though the

63. Striking First

DamonI hate this feeling of dread that stemmed from the helplessness I was feeling. I hated that things were spiraling in ways that I had never even predicted.Things were supposed to go according to my plan but they weren't now.The council chamber still echoed in my skull days after whatever happened and my mind kept thinking of how Lyra and Killian were able to hide whatever they were saying. It was either they had a secret way or my hearing was going bad.Selene’s screams, her tears, the accusing eyes of the elders… it all replayed in loops that I couldn’t silence. She was gone now, locked in the dungeons like the traitor she was branded.And me?I walked free.Not because I was innocent, but because I was clever enough to cut her loose before she dragged me down with her. I would never risk losing Killian just because of a replaceable woman.Still, freedom tasted bitter.I sat in my quarters, staring at the cold stone walls, my fists pressed hard against my knees. Selene’s absen

64. The Silent Witness

KillianThe whispers wouldn’t stop.Every corridor I walked, I caught the tail end of hushed voices. Every time Lyra’s name surfaced, it came tangled in suspicion. A laugh pitched too high, an elder muttering as I passed, pack members bowing too stiffly to hide the unease in their eyes.They didn’t say it aloud, not to me. I was their Alpha, my authority still commanded obedience. But I wasn’t deaf. I wasn’t blind.I heard them.And what I heard made my blood boil.“Witchblood.”“Unnatural.”“She bewitched him.”Lies had been planted like seeds, now sprouting in every corner of my pack. The longer they spread, the harder they would be to root out. And the thought of Lyra, my mate, my Luna, being dragged through the filth of their fear made my chest ache like something was tearing apart inside me.I couldn’t allow this.That night, in my chambers, I faced her. She stood near the balcony, the moonlight washing over her, silver on silver, as though the Goddess herself favored her. She ha

65. Shadows at the Gate

DamonI was running out of time.Every move I had made against Lyra had crumbled. The lies, the forged evidence, Selene’s little act in the council chambers… all of it had been torn to shreds. She stood taller now, her bond with Killian unbroken, her place in this pack more certain than ever. And Selene… useless, rotting in the dungeons because she was too weak to play her part.It should have been simple. Lyra should have been destroyed long ago. I missed Killian and wanted to be beside him. My hands curled into fists as I paced the darkened study where I plotted alone. The whispers outside were not enough. Rumors had teeth, yes, but words didn’t draw blood. Lyra had weathered them with her chin lifted, and Killian, damn him, looked at her as if nothing else mattered.That should have been me. His gaze. His loyalty. His bond. Instead, I was here, clutching at schemes like sand slipping through my fingers.You have grown sloppy, a voice in my head hissed. Selene’s, mocking me even in

66. The Shadow's Hand

LyraKillian hadn’t said a word since the clearing. Not when we walked back through the silent crowd, not when we returned to his quarters, not even when I reached for his hand. His silence was not the silence of distance but of thought… a storm brewing behind his eyes.He sat on the edge of the bed now, rubbing a hand over his face, exhaustion weighing on his shoulders. I could feel his bond pulling tight, filled with questions, with the instinct to protect and the fear of not understanding what he was protecting.I watched him for a long moment. Then I touched his shoulder lightly. “Sleep, Killian.”He shook his head. “I can’t. Not with…”But Elyndra rose within me, silver and sure. I whispered the words older than this pack, and the weight of them slipped into the air like a lullaby. Killian’s protest faltered. His lashes lowered, his body relaxing as if he had been relieved of a burden too heavy to carry. Within breaths, the Alpha of the Ether Pack was asleep, sprawled across the

67. Web of Shadows

DamonMy mind was in chaos and sleep had abandoned me. I paced the length of my chamber like a caged beast, hands clasped tight behind my back, eyes darting to the door every time the floorboards creaked beneath my boots. The whiskey in my veins did nothing to soften the gnawing edge of fury that had been building since the council chamber.Lyra… always Lyra. Oh, how I hated her. I didn't even want to hear her name.Every time I reached for Killian, she was there, radiant, untouchable and weaving her threads through him until it felt as though there was no space left for me and I hated seeing her get closer and closer to Killian.It was supposed to be me next to him.I clenched my jaw until my teeth ached. The pack was whispering. Rumors moved like smoke through every corridor… about the fight in the forest, about her impossible strength, about how Killian looked at her as if she were the only one who mattered. And the whispers grew darker too: some afraid, some admiring, some alread

68. Shadows Painted in Her Name

DamonSelene’s skin still bore the faint bruises of her captivity, yet her eyes glowed with fire again. I had missed that fire, missed the only person who understood the weight of vengeance. Without her, the nights had been unbearable. But now that she was here, free, she was more than my partner… she was my weapon.But she didn't need to know that.Still, unease gnawed at me. I kept seeing Killian with her, Lyra, his arm around her shoulders, the tenderness in his gaze. It curdled my blood. I wanted to rip her out of his arms, crush her throat until that soft smile faded forever. Every time I saw them together, I could barely breathe. Rage made the air heavy, thick, choking.But rage alone wouldn’t break them. I needed precision.Selene sat across from me, her long hair unbound, her presence steady as ever. She spoke what I had been circling in my head for hours.“They don’t just tolerate her now. They believe in her,” she said quietly. “If we strike her directly, we risk strengtheni

69. The Wolf in the Crowd

DamonRumors were sweet things when they grew wild. You only had to plant the seed, give it a whisper, and let the soil of fear and pride do the rest.And right now, the Ether Pack was a garden.Selene had planted the seed and oh, how fast it had germinated and then grown.I stood with Selene on the balcony of my quarters, watching the pack square below. It was crowded with wolves, ranked and unranked alike, murmuring, snarling, their voices swelling into a chorus of suspicion and outrage. Lyra’s name threaded through every word, spat like poison.“She freed Selene.”“She betrayed the Alpha.”“She’s a witch-born snake. I told you!”“Treason! And under our roof?”“She's a viper pretending to be a good person." Each sentence was another brick in the wall that I had been building for years. And the best part? I hadn’t even had to lift a finger. Selene had done all the dirty work for me and this time, Killian wouldn't blame me. I would make sure to be by his side when Lyra was brought ap

70. Fractured Echoes

DamonThe day dragged on like an eternity wrapped in silence.Yesterday, the pack had cried for blood; Lyra’s blood. They had demanded answers, demanded that Killian bring his treacherous mate forward, demanded the justice they were owed for being lied to, manipulated, betrayed. Their voices had filled the courtyard like a storm, and for once, I had tasted true victory on my tongue.But now… nothing.A whole day had passed since the uproar, and still, neither Killian nor Lyra had appeared. Not a word, not a whisper, not a command from the Alpha’s lips.The pack was restless again. Whispers curled like smoke in every corner of the halls. Why is he silent? Why protect her? What is he hiding?I should have been thrilled. Their doubt was my ally, their anger a blade in my hand. But instead, unease coiled in my gut like a serpent.Because Killian’s silence was not weakness. I knew him well. Killian was not a man who hesitated out of fear. He was planning something. And I hated it… I hated

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