The Psi Wolf
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.
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Chapter: C6Lyra Ashfang POV"My Prince, the blood scouts just transmitted their tracking stones from the Crimson Noble Quarter," Royal Blood Steward Silas Duskmoor murmurs, stepping out from the dense, velvet shadows of the alpha's den inside the Nightbane Crimson Citadel. He drops to his knee, keeping his head bowed low to avoid meeting the fierce crimson eyes of his master. "The treachery of the Ashfang Moon Pack runs far deeper than we initially anticipated."The thick, suffocating scent of fresh clove tobacco fills the dark room as I draw a deep breath, resting my heavy forearms against the carved armrests of my obsidian wheelchair. My left hand, encased in its signature black leather glove, tightly grips the smoldering cigarette between my knuckles. The single red cufflink on my right sleeve catches the faint, bloody glow of the fireplace, gleaming like a fresh drop of gore. I do not speak immediately. The silence stretches, growing so heavy and pressurized that Silas’s breathing turns ragg
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Chapter: C5Lyra Ashfang POV"You literally just barked to the entire district that Prince Cassius Nightbane is a subhuman mutant who can't even breed his female," I growl, my split lip burning as I stare at Selene Frostveil’s rapidly paling face. "You explicitly claimed my skinny four-foot-five body is carrying a putrid, infectious plague that will rot the elite lineages of Ebonhaven. Let us see how the vampire executioners interpret your little speech.""You have absolutely no proof of what was spoken, you lying werewolf trash!" Selene screams, her voice cracking as she instinctively covers her throat."Is that right?" I let out a dark, mocking purr, pulling a small silver recording crystal straight out from the layers of my heavy crimson gown.I press the side of the stone, and our exact voices instantly echo through the high arched ceilings of the boutique. The raw, unfiltered recording plays back every single piece of her treasonous filth clearly. The arrogant, smug expressions on all three
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Chapter: C4Lyra Ashfang POV"I am explicitly here to buy basic resources, Freya," I say, forcing a cold smile to mask the sudden spike of adrenaline burning my throat. "You are clearly hunting for luxury garments too, right?""Sister? Freya, since when do you claim a pathetic, skinny little half-breed mutant?"The noble vampire lady standing right next to my cousin speaks with a screeching, piercing tone that makes my sensitive werewolf ears twitch in pure discomfort. She glares down her aristocratic nose at my four-foot-five frame, her upper lip curling back over her white fangs."I remember this trash now. This is the freak Lyra who Alpha Garrick kicked out of the Ashfang Moon Keep years ago. Why is her skin covered in such filthy, shabby rags? Is she intentionally trying to bring public shame to your pack territory?"The vampire socialite’s voice gets louder, drawing the attention of several guards in the Crimson Noble Quarter. She stares at my dark complexion and frail body as if she is look
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Chapter: C3Lyra Ashfang POV"Get the royal carriage ready for the Crimson Royal Council chambers, Silas," Prince Cassius Nightbane commands, his deep voice cutting through the heavy silence of the dining hall as he shifts his massive upper body back in his obsidian wheelchair.Royal Blood Steward Silas Duskmoor immediately glides forward from the dark arched doorway, bowing his head so low his silver hair almost brushes the stone floor. He holds the heavy iron reinforced doors open with absolute, trembling reverence. Cassius doesn't offer me a single look. He rolls right past my chair, his muscular shoulder brushing against mine, leaving the thick, addictive scent of clove tobacco and cold ash lingering in my nose. There is no intimacy between us, no gentle touch for his new bride, just the suffocating weight of his royal vampire authority."Where are you heading?" I ask, my voice sounding incredibly small and desperate in the echoing space.I take a frantic step forward, my skinny four-foot-fiv
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Chapter: C2Lyra Ashfang POV"Don't fucking move if you want to keep your skin intact," a brutal, velvet voice growls directly into my ear.My spine shatters into ice. A month ago, I am sneaking around the Crimson Noble Quarter, desperately trying to trade my rare Psi werewolf blood for extra pack resources to keep my vegetative mother, Omega Kaela Ashfang, tethered to this realm. Out of nowhere, a massive, bleeding shadow leaps from the dark, pinning me ruthlessly against the stone brick wall of a damp alley.I writhe violently against his chest, my sharp claws scratching at his iron grip, but my small four-foot-five frame is completely useless against his raw brute force. His massive hand clamps down hard over my mouth, smelling heavily of copper and expensive, sweet clove tobacco."I said stay still," the stranger snarls, his low, dominant tone vibrating straight through my skull, activating my omega genes and paralyzing my muscles with pure shock.Heavy, iron-shod boots clatter right outside
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Chapter: C1Lyra Ashfang POV"Aunt Moira, I am begging you to save Elder Luna Kaela," I growl, my voice cracking as I throw myself onto the cold stone floor of the Ashfang Moon Keep. "I will pay back every single bit of the pack resources, I swear on my blood."My forehead hits the floor tiles hard enough to split the skin. Warm crimson fluid trickles down between my eyes, but I do not wipe it away. At four-foot-five, my skinny frame shivers under the crushing weight of their contempt."Save her?" Luna Moira Ashfang sneers, her upper lip curling back to expose her yellowed canine fangs. "Do you honestly believe that useless, broken wolf is still alive inside that shell? She has been rotting in the Moon Healers' Sanctuary for five winters, Lyra. The fact that she hasn't kicked the bucket yet is a miracle only the dark goddess knows how to explain.""Exactly," Freya Ashfang chimes in, not even bothering to look up from the emery board she is scraping against her claws. "You know damn well that keep
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