LOGINLyraIn all honesty, I had prepared my mind for boredom.Attending fashion shows with Aaron meant that I had to endure hours of watching serious-faced models wearing outfits that looked like they belonged in museums rather than on people.I had even gone as far as writing a small list of polite compliments to pass around.How... artistic. That’s certainly unique. I admire the confidence it must take to wear that.The ballroom was breathtaking. Instead of endless rows of chairs facing the runway, elegant round tables surrounded the stage, each draped in ivory linen and decorated with fresh flowers. Crystal chandeliers hung overhead and soft music drifted through the room.It was a strictly ladies-only affair, packed to the walls with the wives, daughters, and high-ranking matriarchs of the twelve regional packs.Conversation flowed easily and laughter echoed across the room.The atmosphere felt... relaxed.The music changed and the screen before us indicated that it was time for the mo
LyraMiguel recovered from the shock quickly and he crossed the distance between us in two quick strides. He gently took hold of my wrist, and guided me farther inside before carefully pushing the door shut.“Don’t say anything.” Miguel’s voice dropped to little more than a whisper. “The guards patrol this side of the grounds every fifteen minutes,” he murmured. “If they hear voices, they’ll come in to investigate.”I blinked at him. “You sound very experienced.”He smiled sheepishly. “I’ve had quite a bit of practice.”He slowly let go off my hand, letting out a long, ragged breath.I took my time to look around the building.The dozens of candles filled the small stone chamber with a soft golden glow that danced across old portraits and polished marble. There were two carved memorial stones standing side by side. Fresh white flowers rested before them and the air carried the faint scent of incense.“What are you doing here?” I whispered, my voice shaking.“I know what my brother sai
Lyra Servants drifted through the corridors carrying fresh flowers and groceries, maids spoke quietly as they walked past, and somewhere in the distance, I could hear the clanging of swords from the training grounds where Raguel insisted I would soon begin embarrassing myself. His words, not mine. “You’ll embarrass yourself for a week,” he’d said with that infuriating confidence of his. “Then you’ll improve.” “What if I don’t?” “Then you’ll embarrass yourself for two weeks.” I had threatened not to attend but he’d simply smiled and told me he’d see me later. I smiled to myself at the memory as I looked over the book I’d been pretending to read for the last twenty minutes. The key word being pretending because my thoughts kept wandering back to Aaron and all that happened yesterday. A knock interrupted my thoughts. “My queen?” “Come in.” A maid, Nora, stepped inside with an amused smile. “Luna Habeela is here to see you.” The book snapped shut. “Really?” “Yes. She insist
RaguelFor some reason, I let Aaron choose the meeting place.There was no point inviting him into my territory when I wanted him so relaxed he’d spill the beans on his own.The café sat on the outskirts of the city, overlooking a quiet lake that reflected the gray afternoon sky. It wasn’t crowded, but it wasn’t empty either. Enough people lingered over coffee and newspapers that neither of us would be tempted to make a scene.Emily had protested when she came back with Aaron’s response.“It could be a trap.”“I wouldn’t know until I get there,” I’d replied her.Aaron was already seated when I arrived. He looked different from the man who had stormed my gates. This time, he was freshly shaved, his clothes were expensive enough to suggest someone had recently taken an interest in financing his appearance.His eyes, however, remained the same—restless, sleep-deprived and wild.He watched me cross the room without standing.I took the seat opposite him.For several seconds, neither of us
RaguelFor all the stories people told about Alphas and Lycan rulers, nobody ever mentioned that half the job involved a ton of paperwork.I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temple before reaching for the next report.Tax disputes, border patrol rotations, a request to expand a village clinic, a complaint from two neighboring packs arguing over grazing rights.Despite all of the work, it was strangely comforting and predictable.Unlike everything else my life had become.A knock sounded against the study door.“Come in.”My beta and close friend, Emily, stepped inside carrying a black folder beneath one arm. Her head was bandaged where her scalp had split during the rogue attack.Her expression immediately told me this wasn’t another budget proposal.“We have a problem, Raguel.”I closed the file in front of me. “When don’t we?”She managed a faint smile. “This one’s new.”She crossed the room and placed the folder on my desk. “We have a situation with Aaron.”The name alone was en
LyraThe gates shut behind us as we drove into the compound.The car had barely stopped when I saw him.Raguel was halfway into the back seat of a waiting car, one hand gripping the open door while three guards surrounded him. His posture was rigid, and his face was filled with fury.The moment his amber eyes swung toward our car, he literally deflated. He got out, slammed the door shut and strode toward me.Before I could even open the door, he yanked it open and wrapped his hands around my waist, lifting me down effortlessly. His eyes swept over my face first, then my shoulders, and then the rest of my body for any injuries. His nostrils flared as he scent-checked me right there on the driveway.“I’m fine,” I said quietly but he didn’t answer.Instead, he gently took my chin between his fingers, turning my face from one side to the other like he was searching for bruises I hadn’t noticed.“Raguel, I’m fine,” I repeated.Only then did he release a slow breath.“You’re late,” he raspe
The words were out of my mouth before my brain could process them.The silence that followed was deafening. Aaron’s face turned red with rage. My stomach dropped through the floorboards. I had spent years meticulously crafting the persona of the perfect, silent wife. Why had I chosen now, of all tim
LYRAI woke up feeling like I had been dragged through something I couldn’t remember. My body felt heavy and weak, with an aching, unfamiliar soreness. I lay still, trying to piece together fragments of the night before. Flashes—red eyes, a voice, a hand around my neck, the words, “Your husband sold
LYRAThe color completely drained from Aaron's face. His palms tightened into fists, and his Adam's apple bubbled up and down. His lips thinned into furious lines, and I expected him to wake up and put an end to this. I expected him to call the deal off, drag me protectively to his side, and annou
LYRATwo hours ago, I was full of hope and excitement about how the night would play out, but now, my body was as heavy as lead, and my thoughts were in disarray. For the rest of the drive, Aaron had coached me about what to do and what not to do. He told me to do whatever Raguel requested of me







