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THERON POVAfter an entire evening of pondering, I finally make up my mind regarding what to do about Lyra.As King, the right thing would be to send her back to Shadow Lake. From what I gathered, she was never formally released, which meant she is still technically bound to her pack. Even worse, as their Alpha’s mate, she legally belongs to him.But that truth means nothing to me.Although I still intend on fighting the inexplicable feelings I hold towards Lyra, I’d sooner spill blood than offer her to another male. I try to convince myself that it’s just the noble thing to do. After hearing her confession, only an evil man would choose to return her to a male who had abused her. Deep down, I know it’s truly because I want to keep her near.Only not close enough to allow her to threaten the edges of my control.Once I reach the Throne Room, I don’t have to wait long before the doors are pushed open. Lyra walks in with her head low, each tiny step uncertain. She stops as far away as s

LYRA POVThe days following my change in position are the most uneventful I’ve had since arriving at Thornhold. Instead of spending the entire day around Theron, which was stressful in and of itself, I only work a few hours daily. I have more time to hang out with Freya and Seris, and I’m able to focus more during our training sessions.I rarely see the Lycan King anymore. When we accidentally run into each other in the halls, I lower my head, and he doesn’t try to speak to me. I tell myself it’s better this way, even if his coldness makes my heart clench. Nothing good has ever come out of listening to it instead of my brain anyway.Moon is silent as ever, and though I still miss her, I’d rather she stays under if every time she comes to the surface it’s only to push me to do something I’ll regret. There have been no more fallouts with Theron. We haven’t talked about those two moments of lust in his office, and I’m okay with that. Of course he’d want to slip those mistakes under the r

LYRA POVI sit on the edge of one of the beds while the doctor finishes wrapping my wrist. Every muscle in my body aches. Bruises bloom across my ribs, shoulder, and stomach, but compared to what could have happened, I got lucky."Nothing serious," the doctor assures me as he steps back. "You'll be sore for a few days, but most of these injuries are superficial. The painkillers should help."I nod quietly. The physical pain barely registers. All I can think about is the look on Seris's face when she asked what I wasn't telling them. The memory follows me long after I leave the infirmary.Freya had been called away to deal with the disciplinary hearings involving the she-wolves who attacked me. Seris walked me back afterward, but the conversation never recovered from that question. Neither of us seemed to know what to say. Because the worst part is that she's right.I am hiding things.The truth sits between me and my friends every time we talk. Every laugh we share. Every meal we eat t

LYRA POVMy senses come back to me slowly. As my eyes flutter open, it takes me a few blinks to realize I’m not in my chambers. But the room I’m in isn’t unfamiliar either. I’ve been here before. And I shoot up in bed as I realize exactly where I am.Theron’s chambers.Panic floods my veins as my gaze scours through the room. A pinch of relief settles in when I can’t find the Lycan King. Wherever he is, I have to get out of here before he returns. But just as I pull the covers off, something stops me.The clothes I’m dressed in aren’t mine. In fact, all I’m wearing is an oversized shirt with absolutely nothing underneath. Theron’s scent is all over it.My head hurts as memories start to flash in my mind. I remember… Dread. There were males after me, and they wanted to kill me. Then horror fades as an unexpected sense of comfort washes over me.I remember Theron’s words. I remember his touch. I remember how tightly he held me in his arms, and how sharply it contrasted with the viciousn

LYRA POVAfter I leave Theron’s chambers, I don’t return to my room. I know if I’m alone and unoccupied, my mind will keep drifting back to last night, and how I barely escaped. Instead, I decide to try and continue my life as though nothing happened.I only stop by my room to change my clothes, then I’m off to the training grounds. Because I’m a little late, the warriors have already started sparring. Still, I quietly make my way to the back, fetch my materials and start cleaning what I can.It should be easy. Focusing on a task should keep my fears away.Unfortunately, that doesn’t go as planned.As soon as I turn my back to the warriors, fear creeps in. I keep turning around, scanning the space several times to make sure no one is trying to sneak up on me. I feel constantly on the edge, unable to relax for even a second.And that’s before I even pick up on a nearby conversation.“Did you hear about the warriors who were slain by the King yesterday?” a man whispers to his partner as