Novel & Cerita Did Lyra Kill The Family

"She was all I knew." Yolanda gently took her daughter's face in her hands. "I'm going to show you what a real family is” Behind them, Damien remained on his knees, his red eyes locked on Lira's body. "She tried to kill you," he said with a bit of rage and disappointment, looking at Luciana. "After all her speeches about loyalty... she was going to slit your throat." Alejandro walked over and placed a heavy hand on Damien's shoulder. he flinched but didn't pull away.

“Love… you. Get the kids… out.” Mace laughed weakly from the floor. “See? Everyone loses eventually.” Lyra grabbed the gun and pointed it at Mace, tears streaming. “Shut up. This is for my father. For Anna. For Dimitri.” She pulled the trigger. The shot echoed. Mace went still. Silence fell, broken only by her sobs. Viktor crawled over, pale. “We gotta move. More coming.” Lyra held Dimitri’s face. “Don’t you dare leave me. We were supposed to have pancakes. Normal life. You and me and the kids.”

I was about to walk in until I heard my name. "Yes, I raised Lyra after her parents died, but that does not mean I wanted her gone. I gave her a home." "Alpha, I don't know who told you that I wanted Lyra dead. She's my niece, my own blood. I know I haven't always been the best uncle, but I would never try to hurt my family." Dylan hit his table with his fist. "You treated her like shit for years. You and your family made her life hell."

Cold dread flooded her veins. Everyone in the territories knew that armor. Even before he lifted his head, Lyra knew. Kael Draven. The Nightfang Alpha stepped forward slowly, boots crunching over shattered glass and ash. Lyra’s legs locked in place. This was the monster who had destroyed her home. Kael stopped a few feet away and studied her. “You’re the Alpha’s daughter,” he said quietly. It wasn’t a question. Lyra swallowed and forced herself to stand straighter. “If you’re going to kill me,” she said, her voice trembling despite her effort to sound brave, “then do it.”

"I should really thank you for these past few years. You threw away your own sister for me, and if my dad could see how well I've done, he'd be so proud." "You approached me on purpose?" Ethan's voice cracked, and I saw something break in his eyes. "Obviously." Lyra laughed harder, and tears streamed down her face, but they weren't tears of sadness—they were tears of triumph. "My father Zach was killed by Julian during a robbery! Right there in that alley! And your family got to live happily ever after, and your father got to play the hero!" Lyra lunged forward, and the handcuffs bit deep into her wrists, but she didn't stop. She kept struggling, her eyes wild and her grin manic.

Lyda’s eyes widened as she realized what she had just said, but her anger was burning so hot that she could not stop herself from speaking. “I didn’t want to do it! I didn’t want to hurt her! She was my friend, but she threatened to reveal everything I’ve done! Everything we’ve done! I couldn’t let that happen! She made me do it!” “Hey! What’s going on?!” Lyda’s attention shot up as their parents rushed into the cellar, clearly disturbed by the sudden commotion. Alyra let out an astonished squeal and clapped her hands over her mouth when she saw her oldest daughter mounted atop her sister with a blade against her throat and blood dripping from her face. Matthias froze the second he locked ga

Tristan stared at her. Lyra didn't know why, but her eyes inexplicably started to turn red. She shook her head and wiped her eyes hastily. She thought of that little dog that had drowned. From Tristan's cold and deep black eyes. She seemed to hear him say, "The killer who drowned that little dog was your cousin brother, so why would you confess?" Lyra took a deep breath, but her gaze remained blurred. When she was young, she deeply believed that she had caused the death of that little dog, and she cried for a long, long time.

“I’m tired of pretending. I’m tired of acting like she’s just our little sister when we all know she’s not. When we all know what we want.” The air in the kitchen became thick, electric. I could practically feel the tension crackling between them. “What you want?” I whispered. Four pairs of eyes turned to me. Zane’s dark and intense, Marcus’s cautious but hungry, Darius’s protective but possessive, and Kael’s soft but determined. “You,” Kael said simply. “We want you, Lyra. All of us.” I should have been shocked. Should have been appalled. Should have run screaming from the room about how wrong this was, how they were supposed to be my family.

“Sixteen years of nightmares. Of half-memories. Of being told my parents died because they were careless.” Her voice trembled for the first time. “They weren’t careless,” she whispered. “Were they?” Tyris’s shoulders sagged. “No,” he said hoarsely. The word echoed in the chamber. Lyra’s breath hitched. I felt it through the bond pain, sharp and sudden, slicing through her resolve. “Then tell me,” she said. “Who killed them?” Tyris closed his eyes. For a long moment, the only sound was the hum of ancient magic and the distant echo of the fortress bells still ringing outside.

Matteo said suddenly and I opened my eyes and stared at his face through the rearview mirror. Shit! I had forgotten today was my son's fifth birthday, I promised I would be there but I wasn't. I could already feel the incoming headache. *** LYRA Why? Just why did I let him provoke me into sucking his dick, and I was caught. I had never felt so stupid in my life. I didn't even know who he was or where he had come from. And I just had to embarrass myself by proving something that doesn't even mean anything. And I couldn't believe I got wet and dripping just from sucking him off. What the hell was I thinking? And with a dead body just by the door?