Chapter 4 The Woman Who Wants Her Gone
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Lyra barely slept.
Every time she closed her eyes, she heard that voice again—soft, ancient, powerful—calling her something she didn’t understand.
Daughter of the Moon.
By morning, exhaustion weighed heavily on her body.
A sharp knock on her door startled her awake.
“Up,” a woman’s voice snapped. “You have work to do.”
Lyra sat up quickly and opened the door.
Standing there was a tall, striking woman dressed in a deep crimson gown, her dark hair perfectly styled. Gold jewelry adorned her wrists and neck. She looked nothing like a servant.
Her eyes—cold and assessing—swept over Lyra from head to toe.
“So this is her,” the woman said with a faint curl of her lips.
Lyra lowered her head instinctively. “Good morning.”
The woman laughed softly.
“How polite,” she said. “Omegas usually tremble more.”
Lyra stayed silent.
The woman stepped closer, her scent sharp and overpowering.
“I am Selene,” she said proudly. “Future Luna of this pack.”
Lyra’s heart skipped.
Future… Luna?
“I was told the Alpha brought home a rejected omega,” Selene continued, circling her slowly. “I expected something uglier.”
Lyra’s hands clenched at her sides.
“I’m just a servant,” she said quietly. “I don’t want trouble.”
Selene stopped in front of her.
“Oh, but you are trouble.”
She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper.
“Do you know how long I’ve waited to stand beside him?”
Lyra swallowed.
“Years,” Selene continued. “Years of loyalty. Strength. Perfection.”
Her eyes darkened.
“And then you arrive.”
Lyra shook her head. “He rejected me.”
Selene smiled—but there was no warmth in it.
“Yes,” she said. “And that is the only reason you’re still breathing.”
Her hand shot out suddenly, gripping Lyra’s chin and forcing her to look up.
“Listen carefully, omega.”
Lyra’s breath trembled.
“You will keep your eyes down. You will stay out of his way. And you will leave this pack the moment he allows it.”
Selene released her roughly.
“If you don’t…” Her smile sharpened. “I’ll make sure you regret ever stepping foot in this house.”
Lyra staggered back, her chest tight.
Before she could respond, heavy footsteps echoed down the corridor.
Selene straightened instantly, her cruel expression vanishing as Alpha Kael appeared.
“Kael,” Selene said sweetly. “I was just checking on your… servant.”
Kael’s gaze flicked briefly to Lyra.
She lowered her head immediately.
“See that she’s assigned to the kitchens,” Kael said coldly. “She doesn’t belong anywhere else.”
Selene’s smile widened.
“Of course.”
As Kael turned and walked away, Selene’s eyes followed him with devotion.
Then she glanced back at Lyra.
And the hatred returned.
The kitchens were hot and crowded.
Lyra scrubbed pots and floors while other servants whispered behind her back.
“That’s the rejected mate.”
“She angered Selene.”
“She won’t last long.”
Lyra kept working.
She had learned long ago that silence was safer.
But as she reached for a heavy pot, Selene suddenly appeared again.
“You missed a spot,” Selene said calmly.
Lyra looked down. “I’ll clean it.”
She knelt and scrubbed harder.
Selene watched her for a moment—then lifted her foot.
And kicked the bucket of dirty water straight into Lyra’s chest.
Cold water soaked her dress. The floor became slippery.
Lyra gasped and fell backward, hitting the ground hard.
Laughter erupted from nearby servants.
Selene smiled sweetly.
“How clumsy.”
Something inside Lyra snapped.
The heat in her chest surged violently.
The pots around her began to shake.
The water on the floor rippled unnaturally.
The laughter died instantly.
Selene’s smile froze.
Lyra stared at her hands in horror.
“I— I didn’t—”
The pots slammed against the walls.
The kitchen lights flickered.
Servants screamed and ran.
Selene stepped back, her eyes wide with fear.
“What are you?”
Lyra’s breath came fast as the energy spiraled out of control.
Then suddenly—
“Enough.”
Kael’s voice cut through the chaos.
The shaking stopped.
The pots fell.
Silence crashed down on the kitchen.
Kael stood at the entrance, his silver eyes locked onto Lyra.
Not with disgust.
Not with anger.
With something far more dangerous.
Suspicion.
Selene rushed to his side.
“She attacked me!” Selene cried. “She’s dangerous!”
Kael didn’t look at her.
He walked toward Lyra slowly.
Very slowly.
“What,” he asked quietly, “did you just do?”
Lyra trembled, tears filling her eyes.
“I don’t know,” she whispered. “I swear.”
Kael stared at her for a long moment.
Then he turned to Selene.
“Leave us.”
Selene froze. “Kael—”
“I said leave.”
She hesitated—then obeyed, shooting Lyra a murderous glance before storming out.
Kael faced Lyra again.
The bond might be broken.
But his wolf was wide awake now.
“You are not a normal omega,” he said.
Lyra shook her head, terrified.
“I don’t know what I am.”
Kael leaned closer, his voice low.
“Then,” he said, “we are going to find out.”
And somewhere deep inside Lyra, the ancient voice whispered again—
He must never know who you truly are.
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