THE ALPHA'S REJECTED HEIR

BLOOD ON THE MARBLE

Lyra’s POV

I didn’t run.

Silver Lunas don’t run.

I carried Aria. Kade had Ash. We moved like one unit, four years of maternal instinct and Alpha training syncing without words.

“Safe room,” I ordered, slamming my palm on the biometric panel. The wall behind my office slid open. Reinforced steel. Silver-lined. My own design. “Code: A-A-9-7. Ash, Aria, 1997.”

The year I should have died. The year I didn’t.

I set Aria down inside. She was awake now, silent, ice gray eyes too big. She understood.

Ash didn’t. “Daddy’s mad,” he said, pointing at Kade.

Kade was shaking. Not fear. The other thing. Black veins crawled up his neck. His teeth were too sharp.

Gold. Solid gold eyes.

The wolf was here.

“Stay with Mommy,” Kade told Ash, voice distorted. “No matter what you hear. You don’t come out. Not for me. Not for anyone but her. Swear it.”

Ash saluted with his T-Rex. “Alpha promise.”

Kade’s face broke. He kissed both their heads. Fast. Desperate.

Then he looked at me.

“Rule #8,” he said.

“Paint the floors,” I finished.

The safe room sealed.

Silence.

Then the alarms screamed.

*[SECURITY BREACH - LOBBY]*

*[SECURITY BREACH - ELEVATOR 2]*

*[SECURITY BREACH - 60TH FLOOR]*

Six Blackwood wolves. Armed with silver. In my home.

I rolled my neck. Power, cold and ancient, uncoiled in my chest.

The Silver Luna was done playing CEO.

“Kade,” I said, pulling my heels off. Barefoot. Better grip. “You wanted to grovel?”

He turned. Gold eyes locked on me.

“Then grovel by bleeding for them.”

He smiled. It wasn’t human. “Yes, Luna.”

“Ms. King,” I corrected automatically.

He stalked to me. Caged me against the wall with his body, not touching. Obeying Rule #2 even now.

“No,” he growled. “Not tonight. Tonight you’re not Ms. King.”

His nose skimmed my jaw. Inhaled. The bond screamed.

“Tonight you’re my Luna. And I’m your weapon.”

The elevator dinged.

Showtime.

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*Kade’s POV*

The doors opened.

Six wolves. Selene in front, red dress, silver blade already dripping. My lobby guard’s blood.

She saw me. Saw Lyra behind me, barefoot, calm.

Selene’s face split into a grin. “There’s my Alpha. Ready to come home?”

I stepped forward. Into the light. Let her see what five years of a broken bond did to a wolf.

“No,” I said. “But I’m ready to send you to yours.”

Her smile slipped. “Kill him,” she snapped at her wolves. “The b***h is mine.”

They charged.

I didn’t.

I moved.

Wolf speed. Wolf rage. Five years of self-hate given claws.

The first Blackwood wolf lost his throat before he cleared the elevator.

The second got my elbow through his sternum.

Snap.

One.

Two.

Selene screamed. “Silver! Use the silver!”

A blade came for my ribs.

It never landed.

Because Lyra was there.

She moved like moonlight. No claws. No fangs. She didn’t need them.

Her hand locked around the wolf’s wrist. Silver blade inches from my side.

She squeezed.

Bone crunched.

The wolf howled.

“Silver,” Lyra said, conversationally. “Is for rabid dogs.”

She twisted. Took the blade. Drove it through his shoulder into the marble. Pinning him.

He shrieked.

“I’m not a dog,” she whispered.

The room went cold.

Power. Real power. Poured off her. Not Alpha. Worse. Older.

Silver Luna.

The remaining wolves froze. Whined. Submitted without her saying a word.

Selene stumbled back. “You... you’re a monster.”

Lyra tilted her head. Stepped over the pinned wolf. Toward Selene. Slow. Bare feet leaving bloody prints.

“No,” Lyra said softly. “I’m a mother.”

She stopped in front of Selene.

“You came into my home. With silver. For my children.”

Selene raised the second blade. Shaking. “Kade was mine first”

Lyra caught her wrist.

This time, she didn’t break it.

She looked at me.

“Alpha,” she said. “Rule #8.”

Permission.

The leash snapped.

I hit Selene like a truck.

We went through the glass coffee table. Into the floor-to-ceiling windows. They spiderwebbed but didn’t break.

My hand was around her throat. Her feet dangled.

“Kade,” she choked. “Please. We were fated”

“You were convenient,” I snarled. “She’s fated. They’re fated. You’re just dead.”

I squeezed.

“Kade.” Lyra’s voice. Not a command. A choice.

I looked over my shoulder.

She stood there. Blood on her white silk. Not hers. In her arms: Aria and Ash. She’d opened the safe room.

They were watching.

Aria’s face was blank. Ash had his T-Rex.

“Don’t,” Lyra said quietly. “Not in front of them. They don’t need a killer for a father. Not yet.”

She was right.

Damn her, she was right.

I threw Selene. She hit the far wall. Slid down. Didn’t get up.

Breathing. Barely.

I turned my back on her. Walked to my family.

The wolf was receding. Shaking. Spent.

Ash held up his T-Rex. “You win, Daddy?”

I dropped to my knees. Pulled them both into my arms. Into Lyra’s arms.

“Yeah, pup,” I rasped into Ash’s hair. “We win.”

Lyra’s hand found the back of my neck. Not a shove. A hold.

Her voice was ice over steel as she looked at the whimpering Blackwood wolves.

“Take her,” she told them. “Take her and run. Tell the other packs what happens when you bring silver into a Silver Luna’s home.”

They scrambled. Dragged Selene out. Left blood on my marble.

The elevator doors closed.

Silence.

Aria touched my cheek. “You got blood, Daddy.”

I closed my eyes. “I know, baby.”

“Good,” she said. “Bad ladies need time-outs.”

Lyra made a sound. Choked. Wet.

I looked up.

She was laughing. Or crying. Or both.

She leaned her forehead against mine. Aria and Ash between us.

“Rule #9,” she whispered. “We survive.”

The bond flared. Hot. Bright. Whole.

For the first time in five years, it didn’t hurt.