Novel & Cerita Shepard Liara

I was treated worse than an omega and lived like a slave. I am no daughter of Alpha Cedric and Luna Mariam. I am no heir. To them, I am nothing but a monster who ate their heir before he could take his first breath. I am Lyra, the Heir-Eater, And this is my story.

Not submissive. A weapon. But a controlled one. After a long pause, I slowly shifted back. The glow faded. My body settled into human form, my breathing even. Laurel leaned forward, her voice barely above a whisper. “She’s real.” “I told you,” Ryan said, stepping beside me and handing me his jacket. Alpha Regal finally stood, his tall frame casting a shadow across the table. “You have my attention, Elena of the Star Raiders.” I met his gaze. “Then hear our plea.”

The double doors of the council chamber loomed ahead—polished oak carved with the Kane insignia: a serpent curled around a dagger. The maid stopped short. “This is as far as I go.” Liara nodded, smoothing a hand over her dress, checking her reflection in the mirrored panel to her right. Just a flicker. Her face was composed, her spine straight. The sadness still lingered beneath her ribs, but she buried it deeper, bracing herself in steel and silk. Then she pushed the doors open. The room went quiet. Twelve heads turned. Twelve calculating gazes assessed her like she was a file laid out on the table.

Now this was Shania, the crazy wreck of a lady I somehow fell for. “You think I'm just gonna let you move on from me? I spent my years with you, I sacrificed my time for you, my life for you. You can't just blow me off, I deserve a second…” She went dangerously calm as she took a sudden pause and gulped heavily. “Remember our contracts, Alpha,” she said with scorn. “The buisness agreements we signed upon before I partnered and invested in your company. I could take it all away, I could pull out my investment. I am a shareholder anyway.”

"He's the Alpha of the Darkfang Pack—" "You. Want. To. Die?" She has a point, Freya offered weakly. Liora looked at Elias across the path. He'd finally put his phone away. He was crouching down now, saying something to the little boy, and the boy threw his head back laughing at whatever it was. Something tugged at her chest that had nothing to do with Freya. She shook it off. "Okay," she said. Sophia blinked. "Okay?" Liora straightened her jacket. Lifted her chin. Ignored every sensible thought in her head.

Ryker says. “Of course, nice to meet you as well. I am Allen, the Delta Heir of Dark Claw Mountain. I hope your stay with us had been pleasant”, Allen says, forever the polite one. “Hey guys, sorry for making you wait,” my mom came in. She was extending her hand to everyone. “I am Sylvia Lockstar, Dira’s mom. Nice to meet all of you,” she’s beaming. She bows her head slightly to Ryker, “Alpha,” then turns to Leno and Nora, “Betas also bowing slightly to show respect.

The only signs of life she was allowed to see during her stay were the dark warriors that brought her her three meals a day. All alone and having nothing else to do Elaina found herself trying to figure out if she could communicate with her friends or even Elder Zacariah like she had done with Rathial previously. If she wished to ever escape then she had to figure out a way to get to freedom and she wasn't completely sure that she would be able to do it on her own. Closing her eyes she attempted to focus on finding her calm space. Faint light began forming in her mind as she allowed herself to go deeper and deeper before suddenly being ripped from her meditative state by a clawed hand.

Diana said with a smile that quickly turned evil. " I'm curious how she discovered it was a Larq. Anyway, I still want her dead, and her friends, I want all of them dead, " Diana said, looking in the mirror at her son's reflection. "You know what to do," she said, and Zed looked at her in the mirror, smiled, and said, "Yes, mother." *** Amaria and her companions set up camp in the woods. Hopefully, they will continue their journey the following day.

Right as I was on the verge of erupting, a graceful figure caught my eye, instantly snuffing out the fire of anger boiling in my blood. “For a Luna, her mental fortitude is quite weak.” Nazia Owaib, Idris’s mother and the woman who stole my mother’s rightful place as the Lycan Leader’s wife and Luna, strolled to her son’s side and stared down at Saira Malivik with condescending eyes