Chapter 3
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Nyra did not sleep.
She lay frozen at the very edge of the massive bed, every nerve in her body screaming awareness.
Alpha Kael’s presence beside her was overwhelming his heat, his scent, his power, all pressing against her senses until it felt impossible to breathe.
His hand had released her wrist,
But the imprint of his touch still burned against her skin.
She could feel him now in a way she never had before not just as a feared Alpha, but as something deeper, Something terrifyingly intimate, her mate.
The word echoed in her mind like a curse.
Minutes stretched into hours, She dared not move.
Beside her, Kael remained rigid, awake. She could feel the tension rolling off him in thick waves. His breathing was steady, but his wolf was restless, pacing beneath his skin
Neither of them slept.
When dawn finally bled through the high windows, pale silver light spilling across the stone floor, Kael moved, and Nyra flinched.
He rose from the bed in one smooth motion, already pulling on his shirt.
“Get up,” he said.
Her muscles ached as she obeyed, sliding off the bed and standing barefoot on the cold stone.
She wrapped her arms around herself, suddenly feeling exposed.
He turned, his gaze sharp.
“You will eat, you will rest, you will train.”
She blinked, “Train?”
“You are my mate. Weakness is unacceptable,” Her chest tightened.
“I’m not strong enough.”
His eyes hardened, “You will be.”
Fear twisted in her stomach.
The training grounds buzzed with activity.
Warriors clashed in violent sparring, wolves shifting in blurs of motion, power thick in the air.
Conversation stilled as Kael entered, Nyra trailing behind him.
Every head turned. Whispers rippled.
“That’s her, “The omega?”
“The Alpha’s mate?”
Nyra’s skin crawled under their stares, She lowered her head instinctively, “Look up,” Kael ordered quietly. She hesitated, then lifted her chin.
Gasps sounded, Shock, Disbelief, and something darker, Jealousy.
Kael led her to the center of the grounds.
“Bring Torin,” he commanded.
A massive warrior stepped forward, muscles rippling beneath scarred skin. Torin was one of the pack’s strongest fighters, Brutal, Merciless.
Nyra’s pulse spiked.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
Kael did not answer.
Torin stopped before her, eyes cold and assessing “You want me to spar with her?”
“Yes.”
Nyra sucked in a sharp breath, “Alpha, please”
“Silence.”The word cut like a blade.
Torin snorted, “She’ll break.”
“Touch her,” Kael said, voice low, “and I’ll break you.”
A flicker of uncertainty crossed Torin’s face.
Kael turned to Nyra. “Defend yourself.”
Her chest tightened painfully, “I don’t know how.”
“Learn,” Torin lunged, Instinct screamed.
Nyra barely had time to raise her arms before his shoulder slammed into her, sending her flying across the ground.
Pain exploded through her ribs as she hit hard, air ripping from her lungs.
Laughter erupted from the watching wolves.
“Again,” Kael said.
Nyra coughed, struggling to her feet.
Torin struck again, and again, Each blow knocked her down.
Each fall stole more breath, Her vision blurred.
Her body screamed.
But worse than the pain was the humiliation of being broken before the entire pack,
She tasted blood.
“Stop,” she whispered hoarsely, Kael’s eyes flickered.
But he did not intervene.
“Again.”Something inside her snapped.
She staggered upright, trembling violently.
When Torin lunged this time, she didn’t think.
She reacted, Power surged.
Heat erupted beneath her skin, blazing up her spine, flooding her veins, The world slowed.
Nyra raised her hand, and Torin flew backward, not shoved, not thrown, repelled.
He slammed into the stone wall with bone-cracking force, collapsing in a heap.
Silence detonated across the training grounds.
Nyra stared at her own trembling hand
Her breath came in ragged gasps.
“What did I do?”
Every eye turned to Kael. His gaze burned with shock.
And something dangerously close to awe.
The healers swarmed Torin.
Whispers exploded, “Magic. “Impossible,”
“She’s an omega.”
Kael moved toward Nyra slowly,
“What did you feel?”
She shook her head, “I don’t know, it just happened.”
He studied her as if seeing her for the first time.
“Again,” he said quietly.
Fear spike, “I can’t control it.”
She swallowed, He raised his hand, palm open.
“Push me.”
Her heart thundered, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
A muscle jumped in his jaw. “You won’t.”
She hesitated.
Then reached for that strange fire again.
Nothing. Panic crept in.“I can’t
Kael stepped closer.
“Feel the fear. The humiliation, the rage.”
Her throat tightened, The laughter.
The beatings, the hunger, it flooded back.
The power answered.
Silver light flickered around her fingers.
She gasped.
Kael’s eyes widened, Now.”
She thrust her palm forward, The force slammed into him.
Dust exploded, Stone cracked.
Kael skidded backward several feet before digging his boots into the ground.
Shock rippled across the entire yard.
Silence roared.
Nyra stared at him in horror. “I’m sorry didn’t mean.
But he was smiling, not gently, not kindly.
But with fierce, dangerous pride.
“My mate,” he murmured, “What are you?”
That night, Nyra sat alone in Kael’s chambers, her body trembling, What was happening to her?
She had always been weak.
Always broken, yet now
Power pulsed beneath her skin like a living thing.
The door opened. Kael entered, face grim.
“Pack council meeting,” he said, “They want answers.”
Fear twisted her stomach, “What will you tell them?”
“The truth,” he replied, “That you are changing.”
Her heart hammered “They’ll fear me.”
“They already do, ” Silence stretched.“Come.”
The council chamber was crowded, tension thick enough to choke.
Elders, Betas, Warriors, all waiting.
Nyra stood at Kael’s side, trying not to shake.
Elder Ronan rose. “This omega nearly killed a warrior.”
“She defended herself,” Kael snapped.
“Impossible,” another elder growled, “She is no more than.
The words died as Kael released his Alpha aura.
Power crushed the room, and Wolves bowed instinctively.
“She is my mate,” he said coldly, “And she will be trained.”
Ronan’s gaze sharpened. “Or destroyed.”
Nyra’s breath caught.
Kael stilled. What?”
“The Moon Goddess does not grant power without price,” Ronan said quietly, “If she is awakening, then prophecy is stirring.”
Fear rippled through the room.
Nyra whispered, “What prophecy?”
Ronan’s gaze locked onto her.
“The Moon Heir,” Her blood ran cold.
“Long ago,” he said, “a child was born with the power to dominate every pack, A queen who would reshape the world. The prophecy said she would rise from the lowest rank and drown the territories in silver fire.”
Nyra staggered.
Kael turned sharply toward her.
Ronan’s voice dropped. “That child was supposed to have died centuries ago.”
Silence crushed the chamber, Nyra’s heart slammed violently.
“What if,” Ronan whispered, “she didn’t?”
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