Lyra lay sprawled on the cold floor, barely moving. Her muscles ached, and she was unable to heal properly due to her lack of wolf.
It's colder tonight; the air from the window, high up in the room, gives her a view of the midnight moon.
It's a full moon tonight.
She stares bleakly at it. There was no use praying to the moon goddess.
All hope is lost.
Death was imminent.
She figured the torture she had been made to endure so far was a kink for the Alpha. He was still going to kill her regardless.
She raises her hands weakly to the moon while her mind takes her down memory lane, to the time she was happy; the time she spent with her parents.
The thought that they were no more shook her core.
She was an orphan now.
If only I could get away ---- she thought.
Life was good one moment, and the next, her entire world had been shattered and upended beyond recognition.
She had a life filled with love and dreams.
She could have been a wife, perhaps – she smiled weakly. The bitter-sweet smile made her drop her outstretched arm as she thought about Kade and his betrayal of her best friend.
Her hardships had made the pain of their betrayal sting less, but they were better off.
The moon goddess seemed to enjoy making a shit show out of her life. First, she makes a joke out of her by making her a daughter of an Alpha, an Alpha blood who could not shift and had no powers – perhaps only slightly better than a human but lesser than an omega. Then there was her love life, which was a complete lie.
Not to talk of her parents' sudden death, and her being a slave suddenly to the same beast who killed her parents –
To be used for sports and some crude pleasure.
She suddenly starts to weep.
She kept replaying what could have happened if her flight had been set for that morning. Would she have been able to escape these events? – Regardless, her parents would have died.
There was no outcome with a happy ending.
She weeps loudly.
She weeps for her parents.
She weeps for her crushed soul.
She weeps for her lost innocence.
The scars of her torment run endlessly deep, and the cruelty of the moon goddess.
Not long, she sits up. He could hear the howls of the pack members. She sniffs and pulls herself up, climbing up the crate so she can look through the window at least.
The view isn't all that great, as eye level would directly take her line of vision to the feet of anyone nearby.
She looked around quickly, trying to search for any sharp object that could help her escape the confinement, but the only source of light was from the moon's light casting its shadows in her dingy, lit cell.
She turns abruptly in the direction of her cell door as she hears a sound. The noise is quite faint, and she couldn't quite figure out what it was.
She holds her breath and stares into the dark of the hall through the iron-barred rods.
Silence
She quietly crouches beneath the open window and stares at the halls, then closes her eyes so sleep takes her.
RYER'S POV
Three hours to the pack run. I decide to take a warm bath and catch some rest, so I inform my beta to avoid disturbance.
I step into my state-of-the-art chamber, the door gliding open without a sound. The air inside the room carried a subtle scent of aged oakwood and smoked leather — just the way he liked it.
The sheer opulence of the space mirrored the dominance of its owner. Black velvet curtains cascaded from the ceiling to the floor, drawn slightly apart to reveal a panoramic view of the moonlit valley below.
The floors were polished obsidian, reflecting the soft silver glow from an intricately designed chandelier that hung like a crown in the center of the room.
Every single detail screamed power and refinement — from the black granite fireplace to the custom-made wolf-skin rug right in front of the fireplace, perfectly placed between the exotic black couch.
The bed, an oversized canopy draped in white silk sheets, stood like a throne of rest.
Without a word, I unbuckled his dark leather belt and shrugged off my navy-blue jacket, revealing taut muscles and a chiseled six-pack frame.
The silver glow from the moonlight cast a ripple of shadows on my muscled frame as I made my way into the adjoining bathroom. My bath space was just as luxurious — marble counters, crystal fixtures, and a bathtub carved from silver gemstones.
I turn the knob and let the warm water run, releasing a gentle stream of sweet musk and sandalwood-scented steam. Sliding into the bath, I close my eyes briefly, allowing the warmth to ease the tension in my shoulders.
Moments later, I step out of the bath, steam trailing behind me like a veil.
I am in the process of rubbing my hair dry, wrapped in a white towel around my waist, when I am greeted with Vera's scent from my room.
She is lazily sprawled on my bed in the wicked red lingerie I like. My motions are halted as my muscles tense.
"What are you doing here?" I ask, rubbing my hair dry
"Baby,' she drawls sexily 'I've missed you." She says, standing up.
I smile and walk towards her. She kisses me, and I allow myself to get drowned in her allure. I grab her head to deepen the kiss, and she groans, working her hand all over my body.
I break off the kiss and stare into her eyes.
"We don't have time for this now," I say, walking around her. I plop myself perfectly on the bed and rest my head on the headrest.
She pouts and sways her body seductively, moving her hands to the strap of her bra behind while maintaining eye contact with me.
I like what she does, and she knows.
She places her hands on my chest and straddles my hips, causing a sigh to escape me. My body rises, and I grab her waist while I play with my breasts with my mouth.
I find myself getting in the mood until she moans, "Please."
My ears must be playing tricks on me because I could swear by the moon goddess that I heard Lyra's voice. I look up to give her a one over, but she is lost in her feelings. She holds my head and wiggles her butt on me. She starts to lick my lips, then my neck, down to my chest.
I throw my head back to the headrest while I let the magic of her mouth get all over me.
Just then, I close my eyes and – Lyra
What the hell?