Nothing to Him
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Lira’s POV
My pulse thundered. I bit my lip, praying for a miracle. Just when I thought I was doomed, the door burst open.
Kael strode in. “What are you doing here?”
Lady Seraphine voice's stiffened. Then she forced out a brittle laugh. “Oh, nothing, my son. We were only cleaning your room. Isn’t that right, Violet?”
“Yes, Alpha,” Violet chimed quickly, stroking the bed frame with exaggerated care. “Just tidying.”
“You don’t need to do that,” Kael said coldly. “There are servants for it. Focus on other matters.”
His tone left no room for argument. I could hear the waver in their voices as they made excuses and scurried away.
When the door closed, Kael pulled the blanket that was hiding my body
He ced a scoff.
“What were you doing hiding here?”
Kael POV
She sat upright, eyes round with innocence that gnawed at my walls. “I… I was scared. They’re terrifying.”
I raised a brow. “More terrifying?” I echoed, correcting her phrasing.
“Yes,” she muttered. “I was afraid of them.” Then, without hesitation, she threw her arms around me.
The embrace stunned me. I froze, but… God, it was warm. I couldn’t remember the last time someone had held me like this.
Impulsively, I nipped lightly at her ear. She yelped. “Hey!”
Her outrage made me laugh. For once, I let it out.
Instead of staying mad, she launched herself at me, fingers tickling my sides. “Stop—stop!” I gasped, actually begging her.
“Not a chance!” she teased, relentless.
We ended up laughing. On instinct, I shifted; my body morphing into a wolf. She followed, her own form just as quick.
I ran, She chased. For once, I did it without barracks training or the war looming over us. It was surprisingly fun as we sprinted through my room until our legs gave out, then we collapsed back into human form, we were both panting.
She lay beside me, our heads nearly touching on the mattress. Her laughter still echoed in my ears.
“You’re weak! I caught you twice already,” she bragged.
“You cheated! Next time we’ll play in the lake! I’ll make sure you lose,” I shot back, remembering she couldn’t swim well.
“Nuh-uh, you—” she started, but I cut her off with a kiss.
The world fell silent. Until the door slammed open.
“Seize her!” Lady Seraphine’s voice rang.
Lira POV. I let out a frustrated sigh.
Once again, I was locked behind cold iron bars with no one willing to set me free. All thanks to Lady Seraphine. When she stood in front of me, her eyes sharp into me, and her lips curled into that smug grin, while her voice rang out through the grand hall of the Alpha’s packhouse.
“She is the descendant of traitors,” she declared, . “As part of the criminals who ruined our northern Bloodrage territory, we cannot forget how her family turned our land into a sea of fire.”
Huh. That same speech again. Well, well. I knew she despised me and everything tied to my bloodline family who were long gone. But at least she could’ve come up with a fresh insult once in a while.
“Isn’t that the girl Alpha Kael rejected on his mate night? Did they make up again?”
My wolf ears twitched at the whispers spreading among the pack officials gathered in the hall.
Lady Seraphine’s smile faltered. She clenched her fists and raised her voice. “We cannot allow a destroyer of packs to ruin us again! Therefore, I put forth my assistant to become this pack’s Luna. She understands our land, our rules and she is the rightful choice.”
To be honest, I don’t care who got crowned Luna. But if someone new took that role, my plans would crumble instantly.
Alpha Kael rose from his seat, His voice was firm. “I… accept.”
Damn it. Once again, he let his family pull the strings.
The sharp sting in my chest burned like the night he rejected me. I pressed my palm against my heart, trying to muffle the ache. After everything between us—every kiss, every embrace, every laugh—did it really mean nothing to him?
“Lira, are you listening?” Maeva’s voice cut through the haze.
Her voice. Out of nowhere.
“If you hear me, you need to stand!” she urged.
I shot up to my feet, even bouncing a little.
“Good. I see you,” she said.
But where was she? My eyes darted across the crowd, searching for her, confusion pressing down on me.
“You don’t need to know where I am, just listen. So I saw Alpha Kael was given a spell by the soon-to-be Luna. It plants false memories, making him believe things that never happened.”
I paced in the narrow space between the bars. So what do I do then? I didn’t even care about Alpha Kael anymore. I just wanted to survive.
“Now hear me out. Lucien and I will help you escape. You don't worry because, n o one will suspect a thing. But you’ll have to make a sacrifice.”
A sacrifice? What the hell kind of sacrifice does she mean?
I folded my arms, pacing harder, worry gnawing at me. Maybe I wouldn't make it out of this place safely.
“Hey! Stop moving so much in there!” Lady Seraphine’s assistant barked.
Crap. Everyone’s eyes turned toward me. I forced an awkward laugh and slid down against the freezing bars, pretending to relax.
Worthless. That’s what I was—once again, a disappointment to my family’s memory. Always trapped, and threatened.
Why hadn’t I drawn my blade the moment he came close? I had so many chances. Gods, I was such a fool.
“Hey, are you listening?” Maeva’s voice pushed again.
I raised my hand weakly. She must’ve seen it.
“They plan to hand you over to the Rogues, it was a starving wolves in the forest.”
My eyes went wide.
“But don’t panic. We've got a plan.”
I didn’t reply. My body felt drained.
Lady Seraphine’s POV
I longed to punish her with my own hands. But she was the offspring of traitors; touching her would soil my hand. But I was Lady Seraphine. I had a thousand ways. That’s why I slipped a spell into Alpha Kael’s drink so I can punish the prison girl as I please.
“Take her to the forest. Leave her for the Rogues.”
She was dragged away, and oh, what the joy.
Meanwhile, my daughter was set to marry my foster son. A perfect ending.
I placed Kael’s hand over Violet’s and smiled with the brightest sincerity I couldn't fake. “We’ll be a family, soon,” I whispered, hugging them both.
Kael’s POV
Family? The word echoed in my head. My memories insisted this was right, yet my heart screamed otherwise. Something was wrong.
I looked at the prisoner being dragged out, her eyes look hollow. Something about her shattered my focus.
“Who is she?” I muttered under my breath.
Violet tightened her grip on my hand. I forced a smile. My memories told me I loved her… but why did my heart refuse to agree?
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