Lyra’s POVHe rushed in like he was possessed, I was shaken and didn't know how to react, and then his voice brought me out of my thoughts."How dare you try to poison me?" There was something about his look I couldn't decipher; he looked like someone who had been possessed.In a swift second, he pounced on me, holding my neck and violently shaking me before throwing me away. My body hit the floor, and I coughed, grabbing my neck.Sasha growled, "We can't die like this." I regained my composure and hit him where the sun didn't shine.He released a loud growl in pain. "You are dead, Lyra.”I didn't know I had such strength in me as I hurriedly used furniture to create a barrier between us and grabbed a rod from the room to hit him hard so he could be incapacitated while I escaped.Looking around the room, a quick thought came to mind to use the window, not minding the height. I jumped down.Taking swift action before he could mind-link the guards on patrol, I ran as fast as my legs coul

Lyra’s POVMy hand trembled as memories resurfaced. It's him, the ruthless Lycan king who had killed my father. The revelation hangs heavy in the air, like a dark shadow over the room.The pack doctor and Beta Zach leave the room, sensing the fizz of tension that now fills the space. I can't tear my gaze away from him. Anger stirs within me, and I feel it building.Sasha whimpers, sensing the agony that grips me, as the Lycan king's gaze bores into mine. His presence feels like a threat, and I struggle to contain the emotions that threaten to burst over.Then I finally found my voice. "You?" I utter, my question hanging in the air. His face remains locked into mine, emotionless, as I sense him moving.Instinctively, I push myself back into the bed, creating physical distance, but the emotional turmoil remains, along with the harsh truth.I don't want to believe it's anything other than a dream, but when he moves closer to me, the wave of disbelief shatters. It's all real; he's here, a

Kessler’s POVI quietly follow Lyra when I sense she isn't in the room. I overhear all her conversations with her uncle, plotting against me. That jerk – I regret not dealing with him when I had the opportunity!I have concealed my scent using a spell to remain undetected.I am furious with her for leaving the pack. Why would the moon goddess give me a second chance mate?The council had been pressuring me to choose a mate, and Annie, chosen by the council, seemed like a suitable match. But the unexpected twist with Lyra broke every barrier I had built over the years.Why does it bother me? I convince myself I don't want her, but the war in my heart tells a different story.I had ordered her to stay in her room, forbidding her from seeing the sun. But as I step out of my office, her scent fills the air.My wolf whimpered in pleasure, reveling in the presence of his mate. Despite my stoic facade, I can't ignore the magnetic pull as I storm towards her.She stands on the balcony, looking

I hurriedly distanced myself, not wanting him to witness the pain in my eyes as he appeared comfortable with a she-wolf I didn't recognize.Sasha, my wolf, growls, eager to take control witnessing the lady's closeness to Kessler, but I manage to suppress her.Turning away from that scene, I go ahead. The fragrance of flowers fills my senses, momentarily distracting me, as I walk to the source of the fragrance.As I follow the enchanting scent, the path leads me to a stunning garden. A gentle breeze carries their sweet aroma. Inhaling deeply, I take in the fresh air.Suddenly, a voice interrupts my thoughts."It's beautiful, isn't it, my lady?" The speaker has a charming smile, and I am captivated by the moment.I gaze at him in silence, observing him. He is a young man with a natural charm. His physical traits are captivating, with his well-defined jawline. His eyes are alluring, and his tousled dark hair has a hint of rugged appeal, making it hard to look away.He clears his throat to

Kessler's POVAfter my last encounter with Lyra, I decided to steer clear of her for two weeks, not wanting to find myself in another compromising situation.My wolf, Dolph, yearns for her, and at times, he urges me to go to her room and check on her. As I approach her door, I sense her soft breathing, indicating that she is sound asleep.I hesitate at her door, torn between my wolf's desire and my efforts to maintain distance. The conflicting emotions make every step closer feel like a battle.Gently pushing the door open, I see her peacefully sleeping.Her beauty captivates me—her hourglass figure, dark flowing hair, perfect cheekbones, and pointed nose create an enchanting allure. Every detail of her appearance holds a magnetic pull, and I find myself drawn to the effortless charm that radiates from her.Lyra is a mystery I feel compelled to unravel. I've instructed Zach, my beta, to delve into her past; she carries the air of someone who has faced numerous challenges.There are mom