Lyra POV
Time had a strange way of reshaping pain.
What once felt unbearable slowly dulled—not because it hurt less, but because Lyra learned how to carry it differently.
She stopped waiting.
Stopped expecting.
Stopped looking.
And in doing so…
She began to live.
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The training grounds had become her sanctuary.
Where her mind quieted.
Where her body remembered strength instead of weakness.
Where she was no longer the Alpha’s rejected mate…
But simply Lyra.
And under Ronan’s guidance—
She thrived.
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“Again,” Ronan called out, tossing her a training blade.
Lyra caught it effortlessly, rolling her shoulders as she stepped into position.
Sweat clung to her skin, strands of her hair sticking lightly to her face, but her eyes were sharp—focused.
Ronan smirked.
“That look aga
