Todos los capítulos de LYRA: REBORN FOR REVENGE : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Lyra waited until Mason left for morning patrol before retrieving her phone from its hiding place in the back of her closet. Her hands still shook slightly as she unlocked it and pulled up the videos and photos from last night.There they were. Crystal clear evidence of Mason and Jessy together. Embracing, kissing, touching each other with the intimacy of long-time lovers. Her thumb hovered over the delete button for just a moment, some part of her wanting to erase what she'd seen, to pretend it didn't exist.But she couldn't afford that luxury. She needed this evidence. Lyra connected her phone to her laptop and began the careful process of transferring everything to secure cloud storage. She created a new account using a pseudonym, encrypted the files with a password only she would know, and uploaded every single photo and video. The process took nearly an hour, but when it was done, she had backups that couldn't be destroyed even if something happened to her phone.She sat back in

The pack had descended into controlled chaos. In the two weeks since Jessy's announcement, Crest Pack territory had been transformed. Every building had been scrubbed and polished until it gleamed. Gardens that had been merely well-maintained were now immaculate, every flower in perfect bloom, every hedge trimmed to precision. The pack house itself had undergone a complete renovation, with workers rushing to repair every minor imperfection, to ensure that when the Lycan King arrived, he would find nothing lacking.And through it all, Mason was a whirlwind of nervous energy. Lyra watched from the window of the study as her husband barked orders at a group of warriors setting up the formal greeting area. His voice carried across the grounds, sharp and commanding, leaving no room for error or hesitation."The banners need to be higher! And someone fix that crooked post before I have your head!"This was a side of Mason she'd seen before, but never quite this intense. The pressure of hos

The moment of connection broke as Mason cleared his throat, reminding them both of where they were and who was watching. Lyra pulled her hand from the King's grasp, her skin still tingling from his touch. "Your Majesty," Mason said, his voice carrying the perfect balance of respect and authority. "Welcome to Crest Pack. We are honored beyond words to host you. Please, allow me to show you to your quarters so you may rest from your journey. We've prepared a formal dinner in your honor this evening." King Bastian's gaze finally shifted from Lyra to Mason, and she watched as the intensity in his eyes cooled to something more formal, more distant. "That is most gracious, Alpha Mason," the King said, his deep voice resonating across the assembled pack. "I look forward to learning more about your territory and your people." As the King was escorted toward the guest quarters by Mason and a contingent of guards, Lyra remained rooted to the spot. Her heart was still racing, her mind spinni

The three days following the King's arrival were some of the most tense Lyra had ever experienced. And considering she'd died and come back to life, that was saying something. Mason had become increasingly possessive, barely letting her out of his sight. Every time the King so much as glanced in her direction, Mason would materialize at her side, his hand finding her waist or arm, marking his territory in the most obvious way possible. It was suffocating. And ironic, given that he spent every night sneaking away to meet Jessy. Lyra had documented two more meetings since the King's arrival. Mason was being more careful now, waiting until later, taking more circuitous routes through the woods. But she'd followed him both times, her phone capturing more evidence of the affair. The photos and videos were damning. Mason and Jessy together, kissing, touching, talking about their future. About how soon they'd be together openly. About the Luna who stood in their way. Each piece of evide

Lyra had barely closed the bedroom door behind them when Mason whirled on her, his eyes flashing with barely controlled anger. "What the hell was that?" he demanded, his voice low and dangerous. Lyra forced herself to remain calm, even as her heart raced. "What was what?" "Don't play stupid with me," Mason snapped. "The garden. The King. What were you two really talking about?" "I told you," Lyra said, keeping her voice steady. "We were discussing the gardens, and then politics came up. Pack alliances, territorial matters. Nothing inappropriate." "Nothing inappropriate?" Mason's laugh was harsh and bitter. "He was holding your hand, Lyra. I saw it before you noticed us coming." Lyra's mind raced. She'd hoped they hadn't seen that part, but of course they had. Jessy's sharp eyes missed nothing. "He was being kind," Lyra said carefully. "I was upset about some pack matters, and he was offering comfort. It was completely innocent." "Innocent," Mason repeated, his voice dripping wi