LOGIN“I can't believe you are here, Ayana." I squealed, hugging the girl in my arms.
“Come on Lyra, you will squish me into a ball if you keep this up. You have been hugging me the whole day." Ayana complained with a pout and I smiled.
Ayana was my best friend before Selene came along. A year before my eighteenth birthday which is two years now, she left the pack without much of an explanation.
In my past life, Selene mocked me for taking away my best friend's mate. It turned out that Damon was Ayana's true mate.
I had already started falling in love with Damon back then and I guessed she left because she couldn't stand her best friend having feelings for her mate. I wondered if he still was in this life too.
“I am happy that you are back." I replied sincerely. In my past life, she never came back till my death.
“I thought you forgot all about me after getting a new best friend." Ayana joked but something told me she meant it.
“No one can replace you in my heart and don't ever think like that again," I replied.
In my past life, she left abruptly. I was mad at her for leaving without as much as an explanation and never went looking for her. With Selene filling the void she left,I forgot all about the one person I grew up together with.
“What a sweet mouth," Ayana jabbed and I giggled.
“Tell me something though, why are you attending the Luna choosing ceremony?" Alana asked and I sighed.
I wasn't going to explain to her about my rebirth. She would end up calling me crazy or delusional so I chose to tell her half the truth.
"The Luna choosing ceremony was announced after I broke things off with Killian but now, I want him back.” I declared.
Killian had announced the choosing ceremony after I made it clear that I wanted nothing to do with him.
"A ruthless and heartless man like you will never be my mate. I will never agree to it.” Those were the words I had shouted at him in anger when he forbade me from being with Damon.
"Besides, I deserve someone better than a low ranking warrior.” I added and an uncomfortable look flashed through Ayana's face.
Guilt gnawed at me when I realized what I just called her fated mate. But I wanted her to know that I had nothing to do with him anymore.
“Ayana…” I called, taking her hand in mine.
"I am happy for you. You deserve to be happy and the Alpha loves you enough to make you happy." Ayana cut me off and said.
Love me? Killian loved me? I didn't believe it but I didn't say it out either. He was possessive of me, a typical Alpha trait but it didn't matter to me. I was going to make him love me.
“You know what, I also came back for a reason." Ayana said, her face flushed as she started combing my silver hair. I could see her coloured cheeks in the reflection of the TV that was silent.
“Is this reason a man?" I asked and wiggled my eyebrows at her.
“You will see tonight." She answered vaguely and I scoffed.
“Didn't know we kept secrets from each other." I accused her but Ayana just smiled and remained tight-lipped.
After getting ready for the party, Ayana and I left for the pack house. My mother lived away from the pack house. She preferred the quiet there.
She was shocked when I had informed her that I was going for the ceremony.
“I only want him mother. I will fulfill the arrangement you made for me.” My mother had smiled happily when I told her my decision.
She always told me that there's a reason Killian and I were engaged from a young age. I never listened to her before, even though she didn't care about my happiness, only concerned about pleasing the Alpha. How wrong I was.
“Are you ready?" Ayana asked me as we stood at the entrance of the ballroom.
I smiled back, “I was born ready for this." I replied and she chuckled.
“Let's do this."
Taking a much needed long breath, I sauntered into the room.
The murmurs died down as we entered the hall, all eyes trained on us.
“Damn you woman, you sure know how to make an entrance." Ayana murmured from beside me and I just smiled. I wasn't going to tell her that I was sweating buckets. I had planned to make an epic entrance for Killian’s sake and I dressed for the occasion.
My long flowing royal blue dress created a contrast to my silver hair and it added a charm to my already sky blue eyes.
My eyes scanned the room and met with his dark ones. He had a glass in his hands and an intent look on his face as he looked back. I sent him a wink and a smile but he looked away immediately. I smiled at his antics. He was obviously ogling me earlier and then ignored me?
I walked to the makeshift bar at the end of the hall and ordered myself a glass of wine.
“I didn't know Alpha Killian's ex-fiance is such a stunning beauty." A voice sounded beside me.
"Now that you know, can you leave me alone?” I spat, not bothering to look at him.
I was in no mood to engage in any conversation with anyone, not tonight when I had a mission.
"You are feisty, I like it.” He commented.
It irked me and forced me to turn his way.
The face that came to my view was a rather familiar one. Alpha Leo. The same man who colluded with Damon to invade our pack, the veil.
“What do you want?" I asked, alarmed.
I never met this man in person in my last life, only sneaked on them with Damon plotting against the pack.
“I want you." He stated much to my chagrin.
“Excuse me?" I held myself off from flaring.
“Don't get me wrong Miss Lyra. I want to make you my Luna. Since Alpha Killian doesn't want you, you can come to my pack and be treated like what you are, a queen," he proposed and I fought the urge to roll my eyes.
If my guess was right, he only wanted to use my powers against Killian.
I flashed him a fake smile, “Alpha Leo, the rumors about you are, after all, right. You are quite the opportunist.”
“A man must do what he has to to get what he wants." Alpha Leo answered with an annoying grin.
“So that's what this is about? You want to get a trophy Luna?" I queried. "I am not interested in your offer.” I refused outrightly.
Alpha Leo smiled, seemingly expecting my answer.
"I like the challenge, Miss Lyra. I would have been disappointed if you had agreed right away." He mused.
A low growl sounded and I turned around abruptly to catch Killian glaring at me, annoyance written all over his face. I turned to look at Alpha Leo who smiled provocatively at Killian. My heart picked its pace as I contemplated walking to him but he walked away, exiting the room.
Without another thought, I followed behind him, fastening my pace to catch up with him. I wasn't going to allow him to misunderstand anything else, especially not about me and Alpha Leo.
“Killian wait," I shouted immediately I spotted him.
Killian halted in hís steps before he turned to face me, a scowl on his face.
He started stalking towards me and I sensed danger. I started backing away as he advanced until I was trapped between his broad chest and a wall.
“What the hell do you want Lyra? To show me you can have as many men as you want?” Killian scowled at me and I momentarily flinched.
“I want you. I want to be your Luna. I want to marry you. Isn't that what you have always wanted?"
LyraThe forest swallowed my cries. Each breath burned, each stride ripped through the undergrowth like a blade through silk. My lungs screamed for mercy, but the bond, our fragile, dying bond, dragged me forward.Killian.It wasn’t just his name echoing inside me. It was his heartbeat, fading. His wolf’s howls pressed against my ribs until my bones ached. The pull was faint at first, a trembling thread of silver, but then it tightened around my soul and I knew… I was close.The night trembled with strange energy. Shadows rippled, the moon bled red through the clouds, and every gust of wind whispered the same thing: Hurry.The scent of burnt herbs and blood hit me first. Then the chanting, low, rhythmic, dark. My skin crawled as the language twisted through the trees like snakes. My magic stirred in answer, wild and hungry.When I broke through the last line of trees, I froze.The clearing was carved into the earth like a wound. Candles formed a circle around a stone altar, runes pulsi
KillianThe scent of iron and burning sage clung to the air, thick enough to choke on. My wrists were already raw where the silver chains dug through skin, heat pulsing against my bones like molten fire. I could hear my heartbeat, erratic, loud, and too close, as Damon and Morwein circled me like vultures.The cabin felt colder than it should have been. The floor beneath my knees was etched with strange markings, spirals of salt and blood and ash that pulsed with a dark, rhythmic glow. I knew what it was before Morwein even began to chant. I had seen it before, in fragments of my other life, that same cursed sigil that once tore my wolf out of me and left me hollow.But this time… this time I wasn’t the same broken man.“Hold still,” Damon murmured from behind me, his voice smooth, almost tender, but wrong, too controlled, too calm. The humanity that used to color his tone was gone. What spoke now was the shadow of the man I once knew, coated in something feral.“Damon,” I croaked, tas
DamonThe floor trembled beneath my feet. The flickering candles scattered around the ritual circle burst one after another, spilling hot wax across the wood and shattering glass vials into glittering shards. Morwein’s voice, once sharp and commanding, faltered into a strangled gasp as the sigils that she had carved into the floor began to split and burn away, their crimson glow devoured by something greater, older, wild and furious.“No!” She shrieked, clutching her book of runes to her chest. “It’s breaking! The channel is collapsing…”I didn’t need her to tell me that. I could feel it. The air that moments ago thrummed with power now screamed with resistance. The circle was bleeding energy, snapping like a wounded beast. My heart raced as I turned to Killian, my Killian, still chained in the center, his skin seared where silver touched flesh, his body twitching as waves of pain rolled through him.His wolf howled inside him, and I could hear it. It wasn’t supposed to be possible, n
LyraThe forest no longer felt like a forest.It felt alive. It was restless, angry and aware.Each step I took sent whispers skittering through the leaves, as though the very ground remembered my footsteps from another life. Every gust of wind hissed my name. The deeper I went, the colder it became, until even my breath came out as pale ribbons of mist.Killian’s presence pulsed faintly at first, a tremor, a flicker at the edge of consciousness, but it was enough to set my veins alight. Every heartbeat thudded to his rhythm, out of sync but trying to align. I followed it because there was nothing else left to follow.Moonveil moved inside me like a prowling shadow, impatient.You feel him, she whispered, her voice half-snarl, half-song. Do not falter now.“I’m not,” I panted, though my legs burned. “Just… show me the path.”You already know it.And she was right. My feet found it instinctively, a narrow, overgrown trail winding toward the part of the woods no one dared to enter. The
Even pain remembers the one who caused it.Killian The silence of the cabin presses in on me, thick and strange. It smells like smoke and pine and the faint tang of iron. I can still taste it on my tongue, the echo of silver. My wrists ache from invisible bruises, though Damon hasn’t chained me yet. Not this time. Not yet.But it feels so real as if it has just happened. I just can't come to terms with the fact that they, Damon and Selene, won in another life.I close my eyes and reach inward.“Are you there?” I whisper in my mind.For a moment, there’s only static, then a low growl, rough and ancient.“Barely,” my wolf answers. His voice sounds like it’s coming through broken glass. “You are weak, Killian. Too weak. The silver laced in the air… it’s seeping into you.”I breathe through the dizziness. “But you’re still here.”A pause. Then, softly, “for now. But I can feel the magic around us, it’s draining me. The witch’s doing. You need to fight it before it seals us apart again.
KillianWhen Damon left the room, I didn’t move for a long time. I listened to the echo of his footsteps fading down the hall, then let out a shaky breath.Oh, gods. I couldn't believe that I had lived through this once and died in Damon's hands. What had I been thinking? After he took Lyra from me in this life, I should have known. I should have known that he wasn't the brother I grew up with. He was twisted and he thought love was taking all that I valued from my life.“Muscle and mind,” I whispered to myself. “No. Not this time. I wouldn't allow it.”I pressed a hand against my chest, over the faint thrum of the bond that refused to die. It was weak, almost ghostly, but still there. I focused on it, closing my eyes.Lyra…The name alone carried weight.I pushed past the dizziness, the throbbing behind my eyes, and reached deeper. The space between us felt like wading through fog and ice. I could feel her heartbeat faintly, her fear, her confusion.Lyra, I called again, silently. Ca
LyraKillian sat rigid on the rock, his broad shoulders squared as though he were preparing for a battle instead of a truth. His eyes never left me, sharp and watchful, as though trying to pierce through me to see if I was lying.Fine. If he wanted proof, I would give him more than proof.I inhaled
LyraKillian stared at me, his dark brows furrowed in that way that made his face look both impossibly regal and impossibly stubborn. His arms were crossed against his broad chest, his body half-tense as though bracing himself against something he couldn’t quite name. I knew that look well enough.
LyraKillian’s eyes locked onto mine as if he could pry the truth out of me without words. The silence stretched between us, heavy and expectant, until the pressure in my chest grew unbearable.“You want to know what Moonveil means,” I said softly.His jaw clenched. “Yes. Everything.”I drew in a l
LyraI walked slowly down the corridor toward the guest wing, the hem of my long dress brushing against the polished wooden floors. My thoughts were on what Killian and I had just done. We seemed to solve our fights with explosive sex and I loved it.The hallways smelled faintly of herbs, lavender







