로그인LYRAI stare at my hand.Zane's Alpha aura still wraps around me like liquid gold, warm and steady against my skin, but something else is happening inside it.A thread of light hangs from my palm, swaying gently, as though someone has plucked a strand from the sun itself and placed it in my hand.I don't remember reaching for it. I don't remember even trying to summon anything. I don’t even know how to fucking do it, but here it is. A golden rope that simply... exists."What the hell is that?" I whisper, but Zane doesn’t answer. His eyes move to my hand for less than a second, before focusing back on Damian, but I hear him suck in a sharp breath. “Gods.”Yeah. That's Alpha style panic. Which means exhaling once, muttering something, and then pretending absolutely nothing is wrong.Men are weird.My attention is drawn back when the strand in my hand pulses. It glows brighter than the Alpha aura surrounding us, so brilliant I almost have to squint. Molten gold drips from it without eve
LYRAThe cells beneath the Eclipse Pack feel wrong. The heavy door slams shut behind us, a metallic boom echoing down the stone corridor. The further we descend into the lower levels, the colder the air becomes, and the smell of damp stone, blood and wet fur rolls over me.The dungeon is almost empty, but every cell is lined with enough silver to make my skin itch. Only one low, guttural sound echoes through the halls.“Ly-ra. Ly-ra. Ly-ra.”His voice slithers through the cells long before we reach him, but it doesn’t sound like a human voice anymore. Not really. It’s warped, as though something inside Damian is scraping to crawl out through his vocal cords.Is it fucking disturbing? Absolutely.Is it enough to make me turn around? Not a chance.I try to fight off the shiver running down my spine while my lycan raises her hackles in my mind.Zane and I pass the empty cells first, but the chanting grows louder with every step.Zane's fingers brush mine softly before he intertwines o
ZANE The door to the dining room cracks open, and Elara’s voice rings out from the hallway. “Is it safe? Is everyone decent?” I bite back a smirk as Lyra laughs. At least Elara understood that she needed to leave us alone for our… reconciliation. “Just come in, Elara.” She comes bouncing over, taking a seat beside Lyra and pulling her into a hug so tight it could crush bones. Immediately, the mood shifts. An unspoken understanding passes between us that Elara does not need to know about all of this just yet. Not without a plan forward. I suspect we might get more strategic advice from Lyra’s family than a twenty-one year old with a knack for the dramatics. “Sorry I’m late. For some unknown reason, Rion decided now is the right time to judge my sparring.” She rolls her eyes and begins dishing up. Naturally, my sister’s first question would be. “So when can we tell the pack we finally have a Luna?” The air shifts. What was intense and worrying before becomes…
LYRASelene sighs like it should be obvious. “Because the relic wasn’t meant for the Shield.” She points at him. "You are already everything Diana needed you to become," Selene states.A slow smile tugs at my lips."So..."I glance sideways."Congratulations."Zane raises an eyebrow."On what?""Apparently you've peaked."His deadpan stare lasts all of two seconds before one corner of his mouth twitches."Careful, love.""Oh, don't blame me."I point across the table."She's the one who said you've reached your full potential."Selene chuckles."I did."Then she turns toward me.“Anyway, the witches obeyed Diana’s order and found a powerful Alpha.” Selene smirks. “They gathered and weaved one of the greatest spells ever attempted.”Her voice grows quieter."Some of those witches knew they couldn’t survive it. So they willingly sacrificed themselves for the cause.”I stare at her."They... died?"Selene nods."But rather than allowing their souls' magic to return naturally to the ear
LYRAThe dining room is strangely... normal. Which feels utterly ridiculous considering I know what Selene wants to discuss. The long oak table is overflowing with steaming bowls of food, enough to feed an entire army, even though it’s just the four of us here. There are even candles lit, because apparently you require ambience to talk about gods, magical relics, and the possibility that I'm some weird weapon.Aaron sits happily in his little wooden highchair beside Selene, kicking his feet while she feeds him spoonful after spoonful of mashed potatoes and vegetables. Every few bites he decides he'd rather do it himself. Snatching the spoon with all the determination of a tiny Alpha, he immediately flings mashed potato across his own face.Selene barely reacts anymore. She just wipes his cheek with a cloth before loading another spoon.Zane sits beside me with his arms folded so tightly I wouldn't be surprised if he cuts off his own circulation. I stab a piece of chicken with my
LYRAMy legs are broken. My limbs have melted, and my brain is still somewhere between bliss and complete malfunction.Zane lies beside me on the floor of my bedroom, his chest slick with sweat from our previous rounds. His black hair is damp, sticking to his forehead, and his breathing is steady but heavy. I have never seen anything sexier. We’d spent hours tangled together, and this man has given me more orgasms than I can count.Goddess, if heaven isn't exactly like this—with slightly less muscle soreness—I want a refund.My neck is still markless… well, mate-markless at least. I don’t even know how many other marks he’s left on my skin. And with my lycan abilities, it’s like he had a fresh canvas every few minutes. Which he thoroughly enjoyed. Meanwhile I cursed the healing. I would have loved a physical reminder.Zane rolls on his side, propping up on one elbow to look down at me. A mischievous glint sparkles in his eyes.“Again baby?”“Fuck no.” He laughs—loudly. A carefree
LYRAI wake up alone, the morning sun stabbing through the blinds, and my head immediately groans in protest. Great. Just great. The last thing I want is to relive… that moment. My stomach twists as memories of last night flashes through my mind, and I wish - wish - I could crawl under the covers a
LYRA Elara gasps. “Oh. My. Gods.” I raise a brow in the mirror, but I already know what she’s reacting to. Because I look dangerous. The long black dress clings to every curve like it was custom-melted onto my skin. The thin straps barely hold it up, and the back dips so low I might as well
LyraMy breath catches. “What?”His eyes drop, just for a second, then lifts again, almost daring me to lie. The fabric of the thong snaps against me again. By now, I know I’m dripping on his counter.Big hands move to my lace bra, fingers softly brushing over the fabric until he finds my perked
LYRA“The final cadet starting warrior training — Maria López.”My stomach sinks. Tabitha didn’t make it.I swallow hard, forcing myself to keep my face neutral as the weight of it settles in. Tabitha fought like hell. She deserved better. And yet, Maria is staying in her place. Bittersweet doesn







