The Lycan King's Mate

LYRA.I stood shaking in the centre of the packed square, surrounded by a sea of pack members, all eyes on me. The mate bond, that sacred, unbreakable connection, stirred weakly in my chest as if it knew what was coming. Across from me, Alpha Derrick Lashley stood tall, his piercing amber eyes cold and unforgiving. The weight of his authority and dominance was a suffocating reminder of the power that he held, not just over the pack but over my very heart."Say it," Anna's voice whispered venomously from behind Derrick as her perfectly manicured hand rested possessively upon his arm. She smirked, her green eyes gleaming with malice.My hands were shaking as Derrick's mouth opened, the words I feared like a death sentence falling from his lips. "I, Derrick Lashley, reject you, Lyra Morgant, as my mate.The bond shattered. The agony I had never known ripped through my chest, and I fell to my knees, clutching at my heart as if someone had driven a blade deep into her and twisted it mercil

The sharp sting of pain pulled Greg back into the waking world, his surroundings a blurred haze. His body screamed in agony as his chest heaved, fighting for breath. Blood seeped from his side, painting the forest floor beneath him. He blinked, trying to clear his vision, and that was when he caught the whiff of something alluring, some enticing, unfamiliar scent among the damp earth and his blood.A shadow moved above him. He blinked again, focusing on the figure leaning over him. It was a woman's pale face streaked with dirt and glistening tears, her long black hair tumbling in messy waves around her face, her lips quivering as if she was caught between fight and flight."Help me," he rasped, his voice broken and hoarse.She jerked, hesitating. Her wide, blue eyes darted around as though expecting someone to leap out of the shadows."Please," he tried again, his words sharper this time despite the strain it took to say them.She sniffled, wiping at her cheeks with trembling fingers.

Derek was seated on his couch, going through a few pages of his documents when Anna walked in with a smile.“Well aren’t you as busy as a bee,” she laughed as Derek sighed.“What do you want?”“I’m just here to see you and how you’re doing.”“I’m not in the mood for your games Anna,” the alpha growled. “Tell me what you want or leave.”Anna stepped closer, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor. “It’s about Lyra, the traitor you’ve locked in the dungeons.”The sound of Lyra’s name caused Derek’s jaw to tighten. “What about her? She’s a threat to us all and she’ll remain where she is.”He didn’t believe that but he didn’t care at this point. She had slept with the enemy and that meant that she was a traitor.“I do too, Alpha. She’s betrayed us all and doesn’t deserve our mercy. I don’t even know what she did but you’re right. She deserves to be locked up to never see the sun again. But don’t you think it’s about time someone took care of her? You’ve got too much on your pla

Derek walked through the cold, dark corridor of the dungeon. His boots made loud clunks against the grey stone walls. The two guards at the entrance looked up from their slouched positions when they saw him enter. They both stood at attention and bowed at their alpha.“Open the cell,” he ordered, his voice calm but authoritative.The guards looked at each other nervously and then unlocked the iron door. Derek entered, his piercing blue eyes assessing the small room. Lyra was on the floor, her battered and bloodied form propped against the icy wall.When Lyra heard the door open, she looked up slowly, her face a mix of weariness and defiance. Derek smirked, arms crossed as he gazed at her. “Well, well,” he mocked. “What have we here? The great Lyra brought low.”Lyra knew this fight was over and she looked away from the man. She didn’t care about him or what he wanted to do anymore. She just wanted to be on her own. “Look at me,” he said but she didn’t flinch. “I said look at me!”Hi

Lyra’s povI was curled up on the floor. It was hard and cold. For that day I had been looking around my room to see if there was anything I could do to help my place get better but this was my first time being in this part of the packhouse.I had served but not from this part of the pack as this was where the lowly servants were kept and I had always pitied them. Now I was here, it hurt me but I couldn’t do anything. I started to think of that strange man I had met in the bushes at that time. I wondered who he was but I shrugged. He was the one who had put me through all of this pain.I waited throughout the day until night came as I looked around for anything I could cover up with.It suddenly got cold but I had my arms around as I curled up even tighter and tried to keep warm.My body started to pain me from all the beatings I had received earlier and I was too tired to do anything about it.Trying to sleep was a luxury that I couldn’t even afford as I was too tired. The cold floor