Chapter Six: Reflections

Chapter Six: Reflections

Lyraeus POV

I sat in my study, surrounded by paperworks that I needed to get to quickly. My mind however, was distant, lost in thought. As I drummed my fingers on the armrest, my mind wandered back to the events that had led me to this point.

“Aria Blackwood,” I whispered, stroking my chin

with my fingers.

I thought of the day she fled into the woods in her wolf form. She looked majestic with her piercing yellow eyes. Her wolf form dripped of power and grace, an evidence she's of an alpha's bloodline.

That very day, I was in the woods, enjoying the serenity of nature, when I heard a rustling. My sensitive ears picked up the sound, and I prepared myself for a potential threat. But then, a scent wafted through the air, intoxicating my wolf, Zephyr. The scent was unlike anything I had ever smelled before—a heady mix of wildflowers and moonlight.

Zephyr, usually a calm and collected wolf, had growled a single word: “Mate!”

My eyes narrowed as I reca