Lyra Crow Naked Novels & Stories

I climb on and get comfortable and wait for when Zachariah returned. We then spend the next few days splitting our time between the pups and the planning details of the crowning ceremony. In the early afternoon of the day leading to the full moon, Rania, Jess, Jade, Summer, Leah and Nyla all kick Zachariah and the pups out of our room. I get pushed into the shower and told to wash. Once done, I wrap a towel around myself and then slip on one of our fluffy dressing gowns before walking back into the bedroom once more. As soon as I step out of the bathroom, I am surrounded by the females once more.

"I'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow, Scarlett." His shadow left the room as silently as the still night, his existence remaining unnoticed. It would have been so if it weren't for the fact that Leaxandra remains conscious all this time. With the unknown shadow already out of the place, the Luna's eyes snapped open while her heart couldn't have pounded more vigorously as though surviving from death itself. ******

Chapter 2 The door creaks wider, and the sight that hits me knocks the air straight out of my lungs. Ayra stands there completely naked, her skin glowing with a fresh sheen of sweat and sex. Her tits are flushed pink, nipples still hard and glistening. Trails of cum are slowly dripping down the inside of her thighs, catching the dim hallway light. She looks like pure ecstasy with wild hair, swollen lips, and that dangerous, hungry look in her eyes as they lock onto mine.

Human administrators hovered along the back wall, pretending not to flinch every time a wolf’s temper brushed the surface. Lyra stood at the central podium in dark scrubs and a tailored black blazer, the white of her credentials badge stark against the fabric. No jewelry. No pack crest. The only adornment was the faint, healing crescent of Seraphina’s fingernails on her throat from last night, a ghost of the line Lyra had almost crossed.

Suddenly, the heavy glass door of the bath clicks open. Lyra steps out into the bedroom, completely naked underneath a single, dripping wet white towel that she has frantically wrapped around her small frame. The cloth barely reaches the upper curve of her dark, slender thighs, leaving her smooth, skinny legs completely bare. When her eyes lock onto me sitting in my wheelchair right in front of the door, a sharp, gasped shriek escapes her throat. "Why the fuck are you lurking in here?" she breaths out, her hands clutching the top of the wet towel against her chest, her dark skin flushing a delicious, hot pink.

"...billionaire Alexander Kane makes a shocking public appearance." I frowned. That name sounded familiar, but I couldn’t place it. "...and stuns the elite community by proposing to a mysterious woman." I blinked. My attention shifted fully to the screen. The volume felt louder now. Sharper and clearer. "...sources confirm that the woman has been identified as The image changed. It showed flashes, cameras, and the crown. And then, I froze at what I saw next. No… that wasn’t. It couldn’t be Lyra. My sister. Standing on a stage. Dressed in something I had never seen her wear before.

Artemis and Lyra. Lyra wore a white shirt that revealed her fair arms. She even had an adorable bowtie around her neck, complimenting her cute features. She had a pleated skirt and a pair of white high-knee stockings on, exposing only a small area of her thighs. Her shoes complimented her entire look perfectly. Her look screamed of youth and innocence. “Dr. Artemis, Lyra.” Andrius smiled at them. “Young man, I knew you wouldn’t miss this big event.” Dr. Artemis looked confident.

"No! Who told you? Who spread these rumors?" "Adrian, I... Ah—" Lyra, wearing Adrian's shirt, peeked her head out from the doorway. She seemed surprised by the crowd outside and immediately retreated back inside. Meanwhile, the flashes outside became even more intense. Everyone clearly saw what had just happened inside. There was a short-haired woman wearing an oversized shirt, her bare long legs exposed. There were ambiguous marks on her thighs, collarbone, and neck, exposed to the air. Any adult could understand what it was and what it implied.

I was clutching my stomach, not because it was funny but because the laugh was ripping out of me like it had claws. “Come on, admit it, this is some YouTube prank shit, right? ‘Let’s traumatize Lyra and see how long it takes before she cries herself into a straitjacket.’ Because honestly? Ten out of ten. You got me. Hilarious. Now can someone cut the cameras?” And then I saw her. Tasha. And oh my Goddess, my laughter hit a pitch so high even dogs three miles away probably heard me because.. “Tasha! Why the actual fuck are you naked? Put on some fucking clothes!” I wheezed, still laughing like I had finally snapped. “No seriously, what are you doing?

What I was placed here to do. What I had been doing. Would she keep her promise then. When the full shape of what I was became visible, not the Maya she held in the treehouse and called love and crossed balconies to reach, but the Maya underneath that, the one with the rogue Alpha's blood and the rogue Alpha's instructions and the years of doing things in the dark that she did not know about. Would she stay. The dressing room door opened. Lyra came back out and the thought dissolved because she walked into the room and she was wearing a black sports bra and fitted black boxer shorts, matching, and her hair was down and her skin was the specific pale that was almost luminescent in the afterno