The Alpha’s Cruel Choice
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The forest had never felt this dark.
Lyra Vale walked beside Mara without speaking.
Her feet moved automatically, carrying her farther away from the Blackthorn Pack with every step.
She should have been thinking about the stranger.
About the black wolves.
About the voice inside her head.
About the mark that had appeared beneath her collarbone.
But all she could think about was Kael.
His face.
His voice.
The way he had looked at her beneath the moon.
I reject Lyra Vale as my mate.
The words repeated inside her mind.
Again.
And again.
Lyra tightened her fingers around the silver pendant.
She wanted to hate him.
Maybe hatred would have been easier.
But beneath the anger was something worse.
Confusion.
Because the mysterious voice had told her that Kael had not truly rejected her.
Someone had stolen her fate.
If that was true, then why had Kael looked at her with such disgust?
Why had he chosen to humiliate her?
Why had he stood beside Evelyn?
And why had his expression changed for that brief moment when she asked him why he couldn't stop looking at her?
Lyra closed her eyes.
She remembered it clearly.
That hesitation.
That flicker of something in his eyes.
It hadn't looked like hatred.
It had looked like fear.
"Lyra."
Mara's voice pulled her back.
Lyra opened her eyes.
"What?"
"You've been walking in the same direction for ten minutes without saying anything."
"I don't know what to say."
Mara sighed.
"Then don't say anything."
Lyra looked at her.
Mara gave her a small smile.
"I'm not going anywhere."
Something inside Lyra tightened.
She had lost everything tonight.
Her mate.
Her place in the pack.
Her certainty about the future.
But somehow, Mara was still beside her.
"Thank you," Lyra whispered.
Mara squeezed her hand.
"Come on. We can stay at my family's house tonight."
Lyra nodded.
They continued through the forest.
Neither of them noticed the shadow watching from between the trees.
A pair of pale eyes followed them.
Then disappeared.
Back at the ceremonial clearing, nobody was celebrating anymore.
The ceremony had ended.
The wolves had returned to their homes.
But the whispers had not stopped.
Kael stood alone near the ceremonial platform.
His fists were clenched.
He could still feel the bond.
That was the part he couldn't understand.
He had rejected Lyra.
He had said the words in front of everyone.
Yet the connection between them had not disappeared completely.
It had weakened.
But it was still there.
A faint pressure rested against his chest.
Like a thread that refused to break.
Kael looked toward the forest.
Lyra was gone.
He should have felt relieved.
Instead, something inside him felt wrong.
"Alpha."
Kael turned.
One of his warriors stood several feet away.
"What?"
"The elders are waiting for you."
"I'll come."
The warrior hesitated.
"There is another matter."
Kael's expression hardened.
"What matter?"
"The black wolves."
Kael went still.
"What about them?"
"Several scouts found tracks near the eastern boundary."
Kael's eyes narrowed.
"How many?"
"At least six."
His jaw tightened.
Black wolves were not normal.
They were not part of any known pack in the northern territories.
And they had appeared tonight.
On the same night as Lyra's rejection.
"Did they attack anyone?"
"No."
"Then why are you telling me?"
The warrior swallowed.
"Because the tracks lead toward the place where Lyra left the ceremony."
Kael's heart stopped for a fraction of a second.
"Where is she now?"
"We don't know."
Kael immediately turned toward the forest.
The warrior caught his arm.
"Alpha."
Kael looked down at the hand.
The warrior quickly released him.
"The elders are waiting."
Kael stared into the darkness.
For one dangerous moment, he considered ignoring them.
Then he remembered the ceremony.
The rejection.
The eyes of the entire pack watching him.
He had made his choice.
He couldn't take it back.
Not tonight.
"Tell the scouts to find her."
The warrior looked surprised.
"Alive?"
Kael's expression turned cold.
"Obviously."
The warrior nodded and left.
Kael remained where he was.
His eyes stayed fixed on the forest.
Why did the thought of Lyra being alone suddenly bother him?
He had called her weak.
He had rejected her.
He had chosen his pack over her.
That was the decision he had made.
So why did every instinct inside him scream that something was wrong?
Inside the Alpha's residence, Evelyn waited beside the window.
She had changed out of her ceremonial dress, but she had not gone to sleep.
When Kael entered, she turned.
"You took too long."
Kael didn't answer.
Evelyn studied his face.
"Are you all right?"
"I'm fine."
"No, you're not."
Kael looked at her.
She stepped closer.
"Everyone is talking."
"They always talk."
"They're saying you shouldn't have rejected her."
Kael's expression hardened.
"They don't make my decisions."
"I know."
Evelyn paused.
"But you looked different when the bond appeared."
Kael's eyes narrowed.
"What are you talking about?"
"You looked shocked."
"I was."
"And then..."
She hesitated.
"You looked afraid."
Kael said nothing.
Evelyn moved closer.
"Kael, what did you feel?"
He looked away.
"I felt nothing."
It was a lie.
They both knew it.
Evelyn's expression changed.
"You don't have to lie to me."
Kael turned sharply.
"I said I felt nothing."
Silence filled the room.
Then Evelyn lowered her voice.
"Did the bond feel wrong?"
Kael froze.
The question struck deeper than he expected.
"Why would you ask that?"
"Because I saw your face."
Kael stared at her.
For the first time, uncertainty entered his eyes.
Before he could respond, a sudden pain struck his chest.
He grabbed the edge of the table.
"Kael?"
His breathing became uneven.
The pain lasted only a few seconds.
Then it disappeared.
Kael straightened.
Evelyn looked frightened.
"What was that?"
"Nothing."
"That wasn't nothing."
Kael looked toward the window.
The moon had disappeared behind thick clouds.
For some reason, a strange chill moved through him.
He could almost hear a voice.
Not with his ears.
Inside his mind.
A whisper.
Too faint to understand.
Then it vanished.
Kael shook his head.
"What is happening to me?"
Evelyn stared at him.
"I don't know."
Neither of them noticed the dark figure standing far beyond the window.
Watching.
Waiting.
The next morning, the Blackthorn Pack woke to chaos.
Rumors had spread through every part of the territory.
Some said Lyra had run away.
Others said the rejection had killed her.
Some claimed she had attacked Kael.
Others whispered that the Moon Goddess had made a mistake.
But one rumor spread faster than all the others.
Lyra Vale had been seen with black wolves.
By sunrise, the elders had gathered in the council chamber.
Kael entered last.
Every elder turned toward him.
Elder Rowan stood at the center of the room.
"Alpha."
Kael took his place.
"What happened?"
Rowan's expression was grave.
"The scouts found blood near the eastern forest."
Kael's stomach tightened.
"Whose?"
"We don't know."
"Then find out."
"There is more."
Kael stared at him.
Rowan placed a piece of torn fabric on the table.
Kael recognized it immediately.
Lyra's dress.
His hand tightened.
"Where did you find this?"
"Near the wolf tracks."
Silence filled the room.
One of the elders spoke.
"She may be dead."
Kael's head snapped toward him.
"Don't say that."
The elder raised an eyebrow.
"Why not?"
Kael realized too late how quickly he had reacted.
The room became silent.
Rowan watched him carefully.
"You rejected her last night."
"I know."
"In front of the entire pack."
"I know."
"Then why are you suddenly concerned about whether she survived?"
Kael didn't answer.
Because he didn't know.
Because the moment he had seen that piece of fabric, something inside him had broken.
Because despite everything he had said, the thought of Lyra lying somewhere alone and bleeding made his wolf restless.
"I am responsible for every member of this pack," Kael finally said.
Rowan studied him.
"Lyra is no longer your mate."
Kael's jaw tightened.
"I know."
"Then this should not concern you personally."
Kael stared at the fabric.
It shouldn't.
But it did.
More than it should have.
Far away from the pack, Lyra woke beneath a large tree.
For several seconds, she didn't remember where she was.
Then everything returned.
The ceremony.
Kael.
The rejection.
The wolves.
The stranger.
She sat up quickly.
Mara was sleeping nearby.
Lyra touched her shoulder.
"Mara."
Mara opened her eyes.
"What happened?"
"We're still here."
Mara looked around.
"We should keep moving."
Lyra nodded.
She tried to stand.
Pain shot through her shoulder.
She looked down.
The scratches from the black wolf were still there.
But something was strange.
The wounds were healing.
Too quickly.
Mara noticed them.
"Lyra."
"What?"
"Your shoulder."
Lyra looked.
The deep scratches were already closing.
Her eyes widened.
"That isn't normal."
"No."
Mara stared at her.
"Nothing about last night was normal."
Lyra touched the place beneath her collarbone.
The mark was gone.
But she could still feel it.
Like something sleeping beneath her skin.
Then the voice returned.
You must leave.
Lyra froze.
Mara noticed.
"What?"
"She's back."
"Who?"
"The voice."
Mara's face tightened.
"What is she saying?"
Lyra listened.
Her expression changed.
"She says we have to leave."
"Where?"
Lyra looked toward the northern mountains.
She didn't know why.
But something inside her was pulling her in that direction.
"I don't know."
The voice whispered again.
Not there.
Lyra frowned.
"Then where?"
The answer came softly.
Anywhere beyond the Blackthorn territory.
Lyra looked back toward the forest.
For years, she had believed the Blackthorn Pack was her home.
Now she understood something.
Home was never supposed to be the place that broke you.
"Let's go," she said.
Mara stood.
They began walking.
But before Lyra took another step, she heard something.
A howl.
Far away.
Then another.
Then several more.
Her wolf stirred.
Not with fear.
With recognition.
Lyra turned toward the sound.
"They're looking for us."
Mara's face went pale.
"Who?"
Lyra didn't answer.
Because she already knew.
The black wolves had found them again.
That evening, Alpha Kael stood at the edge of the eastern forest.
His warriors waited behind him.
"We found no body," one of them reported.
Kael looked toward the trees.
"Then keep searching."
"Alpha, we've searched for hours."
"Search again."
The warrior hesitated.
"Why?"
Kael turned.
His eyes were cold.
"Because I said so."
The warrior bowed and left.
Kael remained alone.
The forest was silent.
Too silent.
Then something moved between the trees.
Kael's wolf immediately rose inside him.
He spun around.
Nothing.
But he could smell something.
A scent.
Faint.
Familiar.
Lyra.
His heart slammed against his ribs.
He followed it deeper into the forest.
The scent disappeared near a large tree.
Kael stopped.
There were marks in the dirt.
Claw marks.
Black wolf tracks.
His expression darkened.
Then he noticed something else.
A single silver thread caught on a branch.
He reached for it.
His fingers closed around the thread.
Lyra.
She had been here.
And she had survived.
For the first time since the ceremony, relief moved through him.
Then another emotion followed.
Fear.
Because if Lyra had survived the wolves, then someone else had failed to find her.
Someone who knew exactly where she was.
Someone who wanted her alive.
Or dead.
Kael looked toward the mountains.
His wolf growled.
A strange pressure returned to his chest.
The same feeling from the night before.
The broken bond.
It was pulling.
Not toward the pack.
Not toward Evelyn.
Toward Lyra.
Kael closed his eyes.
He remembered her final words.
I will never beg you to choose me.
His hand tightened around the silver thread.
"You don't have to," he whispered.
Then his expression hardened.
"I'll find you."
But somewhere beyond the trees, hidden from his sight, a pair of silver eyes watched him.
And a voice whispered into the darkness.
He is already too late.
The shadow disappeared.
Kael opened his eyes.
For the first time, he understood something he didn't want to admit.
His rejection had not ended the bond.
It had only begun something far more dangerous.
And whatever had been waiting for Lyra had finally awakened.
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