Novels by Lyra Frost

"Fifteen years, Thomas. Fifteen damn years," Ethan’s deep voice vibrated with a dangerous, lethal resonance through the locked doors of his private study. He paced restlessly across the hardwood floor, his heavily muscled arms tightly crossed over his chest as his gold-flecked amber eyes burned with a volatile fury. "Why now? Why did she have to wait until the exact second I brought my mate to the altar to step out of the shadows and ruin my entire life with a marriage contract?"Beta Thomas stood at absolute attention near the stone fireplace, his expression grim as he read a scroll. "Drakonvale’s silence was a strategic calculation, Your Majesty. But regardless of their timing, the blood sigils are active. If we rip this contract up, we aren't just breaking a promise–It will be considered an act of war. We must avoid warfare at all costs."Ethan let out a low, menacing snarl that shook the crystal chandeliers overhead. "Avoid war by putting a snake in my bed? Goddess help me."An ho

The heavy oak doors to my quarters clicked shut, finally sealing out the chaotic roars echoing through the distant palace corridors. I collapsed onto the edge of the mattress, my hands trembling violently as I buried my face in my palms, the suffocating weight of my ruined ivory gown pressing down on my chest. The image of the twenty-carat diamond ring resting abandoned on the cold cathedral altar flashed behind my eyes like a physical burn."Take a deep breath, Aria. Just breathe, my little girl," Marcus murmured softly, his large, weathered hand resting gently on my shoulder as he sat beside me. He pulled me into a steady, protective embrace, his deep voice carrying a soothing warmth that slowly anchored my racing heart. "Look at me Aria, Ethan is a good man, and I know he loves you deeply. I believe he will fix this mess."A weak, watery laugh escaped my throat as I wiped a tear from my cheek, staring down at my bare ring finger."I don't know, Dad," I murmured, a sudden flash of

The heavy weight of my twelve-foot bridal train felt like a lead shroud dragging me down as I stumbled blindly away from the altar, the white marble walls of the cathedral spinning into a chaotic blur."He's all yours," my final words to the smirking Princess Isolde still echoed coldly in my throat like a bitter poison, burning far worse than any Wolfsbane.Before my legs could completely collapse beneath the layers of silk and tulle, a pair of strong, weathered arms caught me firmly. My Dad, pulled my shaking frame tightly against his broad chest, shielding me completely from the frantic whispers and gossips in the hallway. "I've got you, my little girl. I've got you," Marcus whispered hoarsely, his deep voice cracking with a fierce, protective rage as his heavy arms wrapped around my shoulders.I completely broke. I buried my face straight into the fabric of his tuxedo jacket, my entire body violently convulsing with heavy, gasping sobs as tears poured down my cheeks in hot, blindi

The freezing mountain wind howling through the shattered cathedral doors violently whipped my hair veil across my face, but my eyes remained locked on the intruder stepping through the dense fog.She was strikingly beautiful, possessing long, midnight-black hair that fell in sleek waves past her waist, pale skin, and chilling, calculating violet eyes that scanned the panicked congregation of war lords and elites with absolute, malicious amusement. She wore an elegant, crimson royal gown that dragged softly against the marble floor, matching the crest of the rival kingdom; Drakonvale. "Who the hell are you?" I demanded fiercely, my voice dropping into a dangerous, feral resonance as my inner wolf, Luna, roared aggressively inside. I stepped forward, "you are trespassing in the heart of the Lycan Citadel. State your business before I paint this altar in your blood."The woman didn't answer me. Instead, her lips curved into a cold, mocking sneer. With a sudden, aggressive flick of her w

The warm glow of hundreds of candles shimmered against the glass walls of the conservatory, turning the night into liquid gold. Beyond the crystal panes, moonlight spilled across the palace gardens, bathing the roses and silver fountains in an almost ethereal beauty.I rested my chin against my hand, smiling as Ethan reached across the table to steal another strawberry from my plate."You've already finished yours," I accused."I know." "So why are you eating mine?"His lips curved into that infuriatingly handsome grin I fell in love with. "Because everything that's yours is mine."I laughed."That's a terrible Alpha King logic, It becomes husband logic soon enough."The teasing answer made my cheeks warm.Three weeks. Only three weeks had passed since the war ended.Three weeks since the blood-soaked battlefield. Three weeks since we had stood together against impossible odds and somehow survived. For the first time in what felt like forever, there were no urgent council meetings. No

The high-pitched, deafening scream of the automated medical sirens violently ripped through the sterile corridor of The Lycan Citadel infirmary, shattering my weeping prayers into a thousand jagged pieces.My heart violently dropped into a bottomless abyss of pure, suffocating terror. The alarms were blaring a continuous, flat line alert."No! No, please god, no!" my mind screamed frantically as my inner wolf, Luna, howled in absolute agony inside my mind.I scrambled onto my feet, my legs shaking violently as I forcefully threw my entire body weight against the heavy glass doors of the ICU. Two nurses tried to grab my arms to hold me back, but my strength completely tore past their grip. I burst into the operating room, tears pouring down my face in hot, blinding sheets as I braced myself to see a corpse.Instead, the breath was completely knocked out of my lungs.Ethan was sitting fully upright on the sickbed, looking like the ancient wolf God Lycaon himself in all his terrifying, m