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The Alpha's prey

The Alpha's prey Lyra Blackwood has been running her entire life. As the last surviving member of her disgraced family, she’s been hunted, hated, and feared. But nothing could prepare her for being captured by Kael Wolfe—the brutal, merciless Alpha of a rival pack. Cold and calculated, Kael sees Lyra as nothing more than a means to an end, a pawn in his quest for revenge against the bloodline that betrayed him years ago. Thrown into his world, Lyra is held captive under Kael’s control, forced to submit to the will of a man who thrives on power and domination. He wants to break her, bend her to his will, and make her suffer for the sins of her family. But Lyra is no helpless prey. Despite the chains that bind her, she refuses to bow to him, challenging Kael at every turn. Their mutual hatred fuels a dark and dangerous attraction. The more Kael tries to dominate her, the more he becomes consumed by an obsession he never expected. And as the full moon approaches, so does a curse that ties their fates together in ways neither of them can escape. Their passion is raw, violent, and unforgiving—a battle for control as much as it is a descent into desire. But what begins as punishment turns into something darker and more twisted, as Kael realizes that breaking Lyra might mean breaking himself. As they teeter on the edge of madness, Lyra must decide whether to trust the man who once vowed to destroy her, or let the forces hunting her finally claim her life. Bound by hatred, bound by desire, they’re forced to face a love that could destroy them both—or consume them entirely. In this dark, primal world where loyalty is a weapon and betrayal is everywhere, Lyra and Kael’s fate is sealed beneath the moon—locked in a brutal dance of love and power they can no longer control.

Giselle_lynette · Fantaisie
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A moment of peace and hidden fears

Lyra lay on the small cot, listening to the quiet sounds of the village around her. The soft crackle of the fire, the distant laughter of children, and the murmur of voices from outside all reminded her that, for now, they were somewhere safe. Her son slept soundly beside her, his tiny breaths steady and comforting. She reached out, gently brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead, her heart swelling with love and relief.

Mina was settled nearby, her body finally at ease after the long night. They hadn't had time to talk much since Dawson led them here, but Lyra knew she felt the same mixture of exhaustion and hope. They'd both left so much behind, and although they were physically safe, their minds and hearts were still haunted by the memory of Alaric and the life they'd escaped.

"Lyra," Mina whispered, breaking the silence. "Do you think… we'll really be safe here? What if Alaric finds us?"