Lyra Rogers Novels & Stories

My pack was slaughtered. But my fated mate Ethan turned his back on me, choosing another she-wolf, Lyra. In my darkest hour, his brother, Alpha Caden, claimed me. He promised me safety. Vengeance. A home. For three years, I was his Luna. I thought I was safe. Then I learned the truth. "You've hidden the evidence for three years, Alpha. You know Lyra was behind the Dawn Moon slaughter. What happens when your Luna finds out?" Caden’s reply shattered my world. "I have to protect Lyra. Even though she chose my brother, I need her to be happy. As for Selena, making her my Luna is compensation enough." My legs went weak. I almost collapsed, sobbing. The monster who killed my family was right beside me all along. And the mate I loved so deeply? Our bond was a lie, built only to shield her. So I performed the Farewell Ritual, a ceremony to erase myself from the world. Only when he was about to lose me forever did Caden finally see the truth. Shattered by regret, he hunted down the real killer, begging for a forgiveness he would never earn.

Lyra Cross knew exactly what she was doing when she walked down that aisle. Marrying Killian Maddox wasn’t love, it was strategy. A peace treaty in a leather jacket. The Crimson Fangs’ princess had just one mission: infiltrate the Iron Revenants, spy on the enemy, and burn their empire from the inside out. What she didn’t plan for was Dominic “Grave” Maddox. Her new father-in-law. Forty-two. Billionaire. Biker king. Deadly in every way that mattered. One kiss from him, and the mission started to crumble. Somehow he saw through her lies, stripped her walls bare, and made her forget who she was supposed to be. The way he looked at her wasn’t right… it was sinful. And when he touched her, it felt like a war she didn’t want to win. Back home, her father and her biker-boyfriend Marcus were waiting for the signal. They thought she was still their weapon. But Grave made her something else entirely. His. Now she is trapped between blood and desire, vengeance and addiction because the man she’s falling for isn’t just her enemy… he might be the monster who killed her mother. When that truth comes out, it won’t just break their twisted bond. It will start a war that leaves nothing but ash and sin behind.

“You said this was fake,” I snapped, my voice tight. “So why do you act like I belong to you?” Zane’s eyes darkened as he stepped in, wrapping his hand around my neck with a possessive grip. His breath hit mine as he growled, “You still don’t get it, do you? You were never fake. You were always mine.” —— A deal made in desperation. A bond they never saw coming. Alpha Zane is fighting for his pack and his throne. Threatened by the Elders and his ambitious cousin determined to take everything from him. Zane needs a powerful weapon to solidify his claim and legacy. Enters Lyra, a defective Omega with a hidden past drowning in bills to protect her dying brother. When Zane offers her a lifeline, a fake mate contract to secure his title, she accepts but she must walk the thin line of submission and survival with Alphas coming for her at every turn. Trapped in a world of luxury and power plays. Zane’s cold-hearted mother will do anything to replace her. A charming rival Alpha who threatens to sabotage and destroy the pack and a charming cousin in the mix. There’s only one rule: never fall in love with him. But how can a lowly omega resist a devilishly powerful Alpha who burns like sin and kisses like war?

Seven days before our bonding ceremony, I overheard my mate joking with his friends. He had already moved our bonding from the snowfield altar I chose to the coastside grounds because Lyra liked the sea. But that was not the part that made them fall silent. What shocked them was that he had also prepared a Luna crown for her. One of them laughed nervously. “Changing the bonding site is one thing. Maybe Serena will forgive that. But the Luna crown? That’s different. For a woman, that crown means everything. Aren’t you afraid she’ll leave?” My mate only smiled, calm and certain. “It’s just a crown. Serena won’t care.” “She loves me. When has she ever refused me anything? She’s not going to throw a tantrum over something this small.” And for the first time, I realized he was right about one thing. I had loved him enough to forgive too much. But not anymore. So when the bonding day came and he stood at the coastside grounds calling for me again and again, I only watched the snow fall outside the window and thought: He was right. I did not make a scene. I did not demand an explanation. I just walked away without a word. He thought that meant it was nothing. He would only understand later that a woman who leaves in silence is not giving you another chance—she is leaving you with nothing but regret.

My mate’s sister, Selene, was with pup when she leapt from the highest tower of Blackrock Keep. Before she died, she sent me one final whisper through the pack bond. “Lyra saw him.” From that day on, I became the greatest sinner in Stormcliff. Everyone believed I knew who had driven Selene to her death. The elders demanded the truth. My father-in-law, the aged Alpha, knelt before me. My mother-in-law, the elder Luna, clutched my legs and begged until her voice broke. But I said nothing. For two years, I carried the secret alone. Darian, my mate, did not exile me. Instead, he stayed by my side, gentler than ever. I thought he still loved me. Until the day I gave birth to his pup. That night, he locked me inside the cold stone dungeon and brought out the Soul Recollection Device. Every wolf who had used that device either died or lost their mind. As the silver needles pierced into my skull, Darian stood before me with bloodshot eyes. “If you won’t speak,” he said, his voice cold and shaking, “then I’ll tear the truth out of your soul myself.” He thought I was protecting Selene’s murderer. But when he finally saw the truth I had buried for him, Darian went mad.

When omegas begin to vanish from her village, Claire never suspects she’ll be next. Taken in the dead of night, she finds herself caged among others, about to be auctioned to the most powerful, ruthless alphas. Just as despair closes in, Claire locks eyes with someone she never thought she’d find: her fated mate, a billionaire alpha who could be her salvation. But in a single, silent act of rejection, he looks away, bidding on someone else. Heartbroken and betrayed, Claire is sold to another alpha—a cold, calculating mafia boss who has no intention of letting her go. Yet he sees in her a spark, a strength he’s never found in anyone else. Instead of enslaving her, he offers her a new life, teaching her to survive in his world and claiming her as his own. But the bond she once shared with her mate cannot be severed so easily. When her rejected mate realizes his mistake, he’ll stop at nothing to reclaim her—even if it means tearing apart everything she’s built. With the werewolf council intervening, a dangerous ultimatum is set: the billionaire alpha has three months to make her fall for him again, or he’ll lose her forever. Caught between two powerful alphas, Claire Lyra Wilson faces a choice: return to the mate who shattered her heart, or stay with the one who taught her to fight

Ten years to the day we were mated, Eric came home wearing the scent of his first love. He wrapped me in his scorching heat, his voice a hoarse whisper against my ear. "I want you, Lyra." He hadn't marked me on a full moon in so long. But right now, the scent of another she-wolf on him was a bitter ache in my chest. The dinner I'd prepared for our full moon ritual was swept off the table by our cub, River. He looked at me with his father’s cold expression. "Mom, your cooking doesn’t even come close to Auntie Aurora’s." Aurora. The first love Eric could never forget. The one he'd brazenly appointed as CFO of our pack's corporation. They were the perfect pair, flaunting their connection for all to see. And I, his true mate, had become the pack's laughingstock. For ten years, I played the part of the perfect mate and mother, only to become a shadow in my own home. That night, I filed the request to the Elders. I would sever the mate bond。 Later, under the brilliant Alaskan aurora, I received Eric's frantic mind link. "Lyra, what about River if you leave?" I let out a small laugh. " River only needs you." "Your first love is back, isn't she? Let her be the mother. I'm free."

I am Lyra Ashfang, a slim, four-foot-five werewolf freak and the only Psi mutant of the Ashfang Moon Pack. When my treacherous family cuts off the life-support crystals keeping my vegetative Omega mother alive, I am forced to make a lethal deal with the devil: take my cousin's place in a forced blood covenant and bind myself to the royal family of the Nightbane Crimson Dominion. Everyone in Ebonhaven knows the rumors surrounding Prince Cassius Nightbane. They say a brutal battle left the massive, five-foot-ten vampire prince crippled, confined to an obsidian wheelchair, and that a dark madness has turned him into a vicious, bloodthirsty monster who shreds his bed partners to pieces. But the moment I stand at the altar of the Blood Moon Covenant Hall, my heart stops dead. The muscular predator sitting in that chair—always wearing a single leather glove and holding a smoldering cigarette between his fingers—is the exact same healthy, lethal vampire who cornered me in the dark alleys of the Crimson Noble Quarter half a moon ago. The one who left me bruised, gasping, and desperately marked against the brick wall. He claims his lower body is entirely dead to the world, yet his dark, dominant gaze tells a completely different story. Trapped inside the cold walls of the Nightbane Crimson Citadel, I must navigate a dangerous web of royal council betrayals, deadly territory wars, and an intoxicating, primal attraction that threatens to consume us both. He is supposed to be my ruin, but as the blood moon rises, I realize this crippled monster might be the only one capable of keeping me alive.

In the Silver Moon Pack, Sky Silver is the outcast no one wants. Her mother's gone, her father Lucien barely speaks to her, and every day is a fight to survive the cruelty of Lamen and his gang. Still, Sky dreams of peace and freedom beyond the pack's borders. When her eighteenth birthday arrives, everything changes. Under the moonlight, Sky discovers that fate has tied her to her worst enemy-Lamen is her destined mate. But instead of love, his bite brings pain. Betrayed and left for dead, Sky flees into the night, carrying only her will to survive. Her escape leads her into the territory of the Shadow Fang Pack, ruled by the ruthless Alpha Gareth Rock. His son, Damien Rock, is a fierce and confident leader-in-waiting, used to taking what he wants. But when he finds Sky wounded and defiant, something inside him stirs-a connection he can't explain. As Sky recovers, she begins to uncover secrets about her bloodline. Her late mother's sisters, Lyra and Selene, reveal the truth-Sky carries rare magic from the ancient Fae. Her gift could unite wolves and Fae... or destroy them all. Drawn together by destiny and danger, Sky and Damien stand between two packs poisoned by hate and history. But as enemies close in and her old pack hunts her down, Sky must decide: will she rise to claim her power, or fall to the same darkness that tried to end her? When the moon rises again, whose heart will she trust-and whose fate will she change forever?

During the annual awards gala, I stepped out to use the restroom. When I came back, my year-end bonus was gone, canceled for allegedly assaulting a new coworker, Elan Crowe. In my first life, I desperately tried to prove my innocence by showing my fitness tracker’s movement data, proving I had been in the bathroom. Calder Roane, the department head, flew into a rage. "Everyone in the department saw you hit him. And you still want to deny it?" I struggled and explained frantically, but in the chaos, I accidentally fell down the stairs and died on the spot. In my second life, I took medical leave and skipped the gala entirely. I never expected that just past noon, the police would surround my home. "Lyra Vale, you’re suspected of intentional homicide. You need to come with us." Elan’s enraged family had then rushed forward and stabbed me repeatedly. I died again. In my third life, I ran to the city plaza, started a livestream, and rapped on camera, turning every viewer into my alibi. That night, the police still came. "The evidence is conclusive. Please come with us." At the station, they pulled up surveillance footage. It clearly showed me sneaking into the gala hall, arguing with Elan, then picking up a knife and stabbing him straight in the back. I was completely stunned. Three days later, I took a bullet. After endless rebirths, I finally laughed in anger. This time, I stormed straight into the gala hall, pressed a knife across Elan's throat, and said, "This is a kidnapping."