Shattered By An Alpha, Healed By A Lycan King

upposed to be the night

m of the Silver Moon Pack's anticipation. Hundreds of wolves stood i

trapped bird. Tonight, the Goddess would reveal the fated bond. Tonight, Al

l to his. He stood on the raised dais, his shoulders broad and his presence comma

. Her voice was like honey poured over broken gla

hell after my mother passed, but even her malice couldn't d

ed forward. "The moon is at her pea

laric's eyes lock onto mine. For a heartbeat, I saw the recognition there-the spark of the

is eyes didn't turn to w

rooted to the spot, his lip curling in a sneer th

ce boomed, amplified

d three feet from the da

the pack with brutal authority. "I recognize the bond, but I refuse to be shackled to a

d through the clearing.

, my voice trembling.

er Moon Pack, hereby reject you, Lyra Vance

tion of the fated bond being forcibly ripped apart. I gasped, collapsing to my knees as the sp

wasn'

of mercy. He turned his back on my shivering form and reached out a hand. "I

gainst the stone. She didn't look back. She clim

, her voice carrying t

leaned the kitchens and slept in the attic. Elara was the beautiful, strong daughte

my stepsister over my broken body. The pain of the rejection wa

isgust. "You are an embarrassment to this ceremony. Lea

ast time, searching for a shred of the boy I used to climb trees

whispered, though the wi

ra, by tomorrow, I won't even remember your name. Now r

ed and

attic room. I ran toward the treeline, toward the jagged peaks of the Bla

od that smelled sweet and heavy in the night air. I didn't care. The

l the cheers of the pack were not

es blocking out the moonlight. This was the land of the Lycans-the primal, monstrous cousins of

down a steep embankment, crashing through d

ck. Not

orm clouds, expensive sandalw

up, tre

massive, his chest broad and covered in a dark, silk shirt that strained against his muscles.

a wolf. He

ould barely breathe. This was the Lycan King, Fenris. The

then at the tear-stained mess of my face.

voice a deep, resonant growl that seemed to settle the

c. In a heartbeat, he was looming over me, his large hand reaching out.

es narrowing with a dangerous, protective heat. "Wh

't the golden thread of the fated bond. It was some

houting men echoed through the woods. Alar

tugging at his lips. He looked back at me and

se. "Do you want to go back to the Alpha who discarded