The Luna's Awakening

The Luna's Awakening

Anastasia Riley

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Born a beta's daughter but stripped of her rank and reduced to an omega, Lyra's life has been a cycle of pain, humiliation, and survival. Mocked for her inability to shift, starved by her pack, and rejected by her fated mate, she has nothing left to lose-until the ruthless and powerful Alpha King, Darius, storms into her world. Darius has spent years searching for his mate, only to find her broken and hidden away in a pack unworthy of her. Claiming her ignites a prophecy that binds them together, but Lyra is far from ready to accept her place as his Luna-or his heart. As war looms and secrets from Lyra's past are unearthed, she discovers she isn't weak but a force of nature destined to stand beside the Alpha King as the most powerful wolf in existence. But power comes at a cost, and when enemies close in, Lyra and Darius must learn to trust each other, or risk losing everything-love, their kingdom, and the fate of their race. With betrayal lurking in the shadows and her dormant wolf awakening, Lyra must embrace the strength within her, or be consumed by the darkness threatening to destroy them all. Revenge burns hot. Love burns brighter. And a Luna's awakening will shake the world.

Chapter 1 Shadows of the Past

Lyra's knees hit the stone floor of the dungeon, the force of the guard's shove leaving her palms scraped and trembling. She didn't bother catching herself. It wasn't the first time her face had met the cold, damp floor of the pack's underground prison.

The heavy steel door slammed shut behind her, the sound echoing off the narrow walls. The darkness enveloped her like an old, bitter friend, familiar and unkind. She tried to shift her weight, but the lashes on her back from the earlier whipping stung with every movement. Her torn, bloodied shirt stuck to her skin like a second punishment, rubbing against the raw wounds.

"You'll stay here until dawn," the guard barked through the bars. "Let this remind you to keep your head down when you're in the presence of the Alpha family."

Lyra didn't respond. She couldn't. Her throat was dry, her voice locked away somewhere far beyond reach. This was punishment for something so trivial she could barely remember-was it because she hadn't bowed low enough when Marissa, Kael's girlfriend, passed by? Or because she dared to breathe in their direction? It didn't matter. It never did.

Her head slumped against the wall as her breathing slowed, exhaustion replacing fear. The dungeon reeked of mildew and despair, but it had become a second home over the years. The shadows were thick, heavy, and quiet-the perfect backdrop for her memories to creep in.

She closed her eyes, and the past unfolded like a tattered book.

It was her tenth birthday, and the entire pack had come together for her celebration. She could still see her father's broad grin, the way his strong arms had lifted her into the air. Her mother's laughter echoed faintly in her ears, a soft melody that made her chest ache. They had been proud of her that day.

Her wolf was supposed to awaken that evening, a rite of passage that marked the beginning of every werewolf's journey into strength. But as the hours stretched on, and the moon hung high in the sky, nothing happened.

"Sometimes it takes longer for some pups," her mother had reassured her. But the concern in her eyes had betrayed her words.

By the time a week had passed, whispers filled the pack. Weak. Broken. Useless. Those words became her new identity.

Then the attack came. Rogues descended on the pack like a storm, and her parents died defending the borders. That night, the Alpha had looked at her with disgust as he announced their deaths. His words still echoed in her mind: "They died for a daughter who can't even shift. What a waste."

From that moment on, her life had become a living hell.

The sound of footsteps above pulled Lyra out of her memories. The packhouse was alive with celebration, the vibrations from the music reaching even the dungeon. She could imagine the party in vivid detail: the Alpha's family, dressed in their finest, surrounded by admirers. Kael, the Alpha's son, undoubtedly basking in the adoration of the pack while his girlfriend Marissa clung to his side like a shadow.

Kael. Her chest tightened at the thought of him. He had been her tormentor since childhood, his cruelty growing sharper with each passing year. There was a time, long ago, when she'd thought he might protect her. But that hope had been crushed beneath his boots the first time he laughed as someone shoved her into the mud.

A soft sigh escaped her lips as she pulled her knees to her chest, wincing at the pain that radiated through her back. If her parents were alive, she wouldn't be here. They wouldn't have let this happen to her. They would have fought for her.

She glanced down at her hands, the calluses from years of scrubbing floors and hauling heavy loads a stark reminder of how far she had fallen. Once, she'd been the Beta's daughter. Now, she was nothing more than an omega, the lowest of the low.

Her stomach growled, the sharp pang of hunger gnawing at her insides. It had been days since she'd had a proper meal. Whatever scraps she was given were barely enough to keep her standing.

"Get up," she whispered to herself, her voice hoarse. She couldn't afford to wallow in self-pity. Not here. Not now.

Slowly, painfully, she rose to her feet and leaned against the wall for support. The cold stone pressed against her skin, a cruel comfort. Her gaze drifted to the small, barred window near the ceiling. The faint glow of moonlight streamed in, casting shadows on the floor.

Someday, she thought, I'll be free of this place.

The sound of keys jingling snapped her out of her thoughts. The guard returned, his expression twisted with annoyance. "Get moving, omega. The Alpha wants you scrubbing the main hall before the celebration ends."

Lyra didn't protest. She knew better. Silently, she followed him out of the dungeon, her body screaming in protest with every step. The packhouse was buzzing with life as she stepped inside, the air thick with the scent of roasted meat and sweet wine.

"Faster," the guard snapped, shoving her forward.

Lyra grabbed a bucket and rag, kneeling on the marble floor as the crowd around her laughed and danced. No one spared her a second glance. To them, she was invisible.

"Don't miss a spot," Marissa's sickly sweet voice cut through the noise. Lyra glanced up to see the blonde leaning against Kael, her manicured fingers tracing circles on his chest.

"Leave her," Kael said, his voice dripping with amusement. "She's already pathetic enough."

The words stung, but Lyra kept her head down. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her pain.

"Hey, omega," Marissa called, tossing a half-empty glass of wine onto the floor. "Clean that up."

Lyra clenched her jaw, forcing herself to move. The laughter around her grew louder as she wiped up the mess, her hands trembling.

As the celebration continued, Lyra's gaze drifted to the large windows overlooking the forest. The moon hung high in the sky, a silent witness to her suffering.

The Alpha's voice boomed through the hall, silencing the crowd. "All omegas, report to the east wing immediately. There's work to be done."

Lyra's heart sank. She knew whatever awaited her there would be worse than the dungeon.

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