Shattered By An Alpha, Healed By A Lycan King

oticed when I woke

e I'd spend hours holding my breath so Elara wouldn't remember I existed. This silence w

d to, I was cocooned in silk the color of midnight. The bed beneath me was massive, carved fr

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lood of silver and blood. The rejection. The hunt.

dian heart of the Black Ridge. The walls were smooth, dark glass, reflecting the flicker of a massive stone fir

rags of an omega. There were leathers softened to the touch of ve

m ache of the broken mate-bond-that hollow, rotting sensation that usually kills rejected wolves wi

re aw

ing the silk she

mapped with silver scars that told stories of centuries of warfare. He

g whispered that he was a heartless butcher. They said he decorated his halls with the s

on the low table, his movem

ric's bark. "Your body is trying to knit itself back together. Rejection is a

oing this? I'm an omega from a rival pack. To your

his golden eyes. "Kaelen thinks with his stomach. I think with my bl

fated bond' your kind worships is a fragile thing, Lyra. It's a gift from a Goddess who

you claimed me

s growled, his voice vibrating in the floorboards. "And the moment I saw you, I decided that no ot

inner wolf-the one that had been cowering in the dark-lift its head. "

've spent three hundred years hiding behind treaties while they treated their 'lesser' wolves like cattle. If they want a H

up the leathers. "Dress yourself

"I can barely walk

the Silver Moon, you were taught to be small. To be silent. To be a victim. Here, i

"And Lyra? Don't call yourself an omega in this house. In the

one pit. The air was freezing, biting at my skin, but the

jeer. They simply watched with those glowing, hungry eyes. Kaelen was among them

d put on a simple black tunic,

me," h

to fight," I stammered

closing in on prey. "Think of Elara laughing as she took your place. Think of Alaric looking at you

erated fury. I thought of the years of cold nights, the hunger, the way Alaric

ung

move his feet; he simply caught my wrists and s

e hissed i

hed me-but he didn't make it easy. Every time I hit the stone, I felt a piece o

low the peaks, I was covered in swe

The Lycans above began to dis

leaning on my knee

a basin to wipe a smudge of dirt from my foreh

xpression suddenly shifting to one of icy focus. A ho

ind me,"

ley, a single rider stood under a white flag of

crest of the High

Alliance! Deliver the girl, Lyra Vance, to the neutral grounds of the Sunken Grove by dawn. If she is not th

mical weapon-a mist of aerosolized silver and wolfsbane that could turn a

knuckles cracking. "They would poiso

error. "They want your head! Alaric Thorne has told the Council that you have used dark

mask of cold fury, but deep in his

a graveyard, "I can end this. I can give you back t

ho had given me a bed of silk and a reaso

make sure you bring enough body bags for the entire Alliance. Because

pulled out a heavy, iron key on a

the First Queen. If you are serious about this, Lyra... go to the vault. But know this: the armor h

fening explosion rocked the base of the moun

mist began to roll up the slop