Lyra's POV"Hey, Mum," George greeted as he entered the room."Finally, you came," she replied, her smile fleeting but warm."You must be the girl he's been talking about," she turned her gaze towards me."Good evening, Mrs. Elizabeth," I said, offering a polite smile."Evening...?" She gestured for me to introduce myself."Oh, I'm Lyra," I responded, feeling a hint of nervousness."That's not a common name around here," she commented, her curiosity evident."Hey, bro," a cheerful voice echoed from the stairs. Vera descended, her bright conduct lighting up the room as she wrapped George in a warm hug."How are you, Vera?" George inquired, his affection for his younger sister apparent. Vera was the embodiment of kindness in the household."This is my girlfriend," George announced, introducing me to his sister."Hi," Vera exclaimed, pulling me into an enthusiastic hug. "I'm Vera, his younger sister. Oh my goodness, you're so beautiful! I love your hair, your dressing, your nose..." She
Lyra's POVThe following day, as we embarked on our journey to the office, I delved into my sketches.Despite the turbulence in my mind, I managed to sketch out a piece of art. Upon his return, he couldn't resist the urge to peek into my drawing book.“Wow, this is incredible. How did you conjure such looks?” His eyes widened in amazement, and I couldn't help but chuckle.“I suppose I just surrendered to the flow of my emotions,” I replied.“It's like a tapestry of a mystical forest, brimming with life and grace, yet veiled in a mystery. The darker hues lend it a touch of melancholy,” he observed, and I nodded, a smile playing on my lips.“What stirred such inspiration within you?” His curiosity persisted.“As I mentioned, I simply allow my emotions to guide my hand,” I explained with a smile.He drew closer, setting the book down gently as he took my hands in his. “Lyra, are you sad?” His question caught me off guard.“Well, if happiness is elusive, then honesty is the next best thin
Lyra's POV Returning home never felt so satisfying. After a refreshing bath, we laughed and chatted into the night, reliving the events of the evening.The next day slipped into our routine, with George heading off to work while I settled into my artistic recreations and TV watching.My day took an unexpected turn when the phone rang, echoing through the empty house. With no housekeepers in sight, I reached for the rubber-coated receiver without hesitation.“Hello,” the voice resounded.“Oh, Hello Mrs. Elizabeth. Your son is at work right now,” I informed her.“As it should be. I was hoping to speak with you,” she responded in a stoic tone.“Okay? Is there a problem?” I inquired politely, sensing an underlying tension in her voice.“Sonia told me you had an encounter. Do you have any idea who she is?” Mrs. Elizabeth's tone turned sharper.“Ugh, the lady you want your son to get married to?” I replied, a hint of sarcasm creeping into my voice.“Exactly! And I still want that. So I'll
George’s POV "Why didn't you tell me?" I strained my voice, frustration evident in every word."I'm sorry, I thought we'd be done on time and head back home," Lyra whispered, her tone apologetic."We have to find a way to leave," I insisted."It's not that bad, I'm just a bit more sensitive than usual," Lyra assured me, though her words didn't fully assuage my concerns.Determined to depart as soon as possible, I decided we would wait until after my mother's speech, whatever it was she wanted to announce."Hey," a woman approached us, her familiarity indicating she used to work with my father. After exchanging greetings, I introduced Lyra to her."I like your outfit. Is there a chance of meeting your stylist?" she inquired, her interest piqued by Lyra's attire.“I'm the stylist," Lyra responded proudly, her smile radiant."That's impressive. Where's your office? I'd like to have a few outfits styled. My daughter's wedding is coming up, and we could use the help," the woman explained
Lyra’s POV "Father, I implore you, I cannot imagine marrying him," I pleaded earnestly, facing my father who remained resolute in the garden. "Lyra, you will marry him," he replied calmly, yet an underlying severity marked his tone. "He is not my destined mate. I'll recognize my mate when our eyes meet," I retorted with conviction. "Do you believe someone else would be more suitable? Maximus is among the most wealthy and powerful Alphas, not to mention he is handsome”. “I am bestowing upon you a considerable favour," he added, his anger palpable. "A favour? Father, as the Alpha's daughter, I possess beauty, courage, and distinction," I disputed, my voice almost trembling with emotion. "You are to heed my every command unquestioningly!" he declared emphatically. Feeling tears welling up, I turned away, walking back to the house. At twenty years old, my father sought to trade me to this imperious Alpha, and the weight of his decision pressed heavily upon me. "What's troubling y
Lyra’s POV I was aware of the impending pressure to marry Maximus, but the speed of this development caught me off guard. “Mother, what's the meaning behind Maximus's announcement for the next full moon?” I confronted her, interrupting a conversation with a servant. She signalled the servant to leave, and without directly addressing my question, she took a seat at the dining table. “We needed to expedite matters, dear,” she replied, evading eye contact. “And you couldn't have informed me?” I retorted sharply. “Well…” She began to explain, but I cut her off. “Whose decision is this?” I demanded, searching her face for the truth. The silence spoke volumes, and I knew the answer. “It's Maximus, isn't it?” I pressed, not waiting for confirmation before storming away. Arriving at my father's office, anger fueled my every step. I couldn't bring myself to knock I barged in. "Why was I kept in the dark about next week's schedule, Father?" He sat, absorbed in paperwork. "I've convey
Lyra’s POV As I transitioned into my wolf form and darted into the woods, contemplation seized my thoughts. Every onlooker cast a glance filled with shock and disdain, except for my brother, whose expression reflected satisfaction, yearning for nothing but my happiness. My wolf, too, echoed my fear, tearing through the woods with swift urgency, disturbing dry leaves and snapping sticks in the obscurity of the night. She halted before the mountain standing resolute, a forbidden boundary I dared to cross. Resuming control, I shifted back, fixing my gaze on the formidable peak. Moments lingered in contemplation. The heat at home was oppressive, and escaping seemed a tempting choice. What's the worst that could happen? I preferred confronting the unknown beyond the mountain to facing Maximus and my father. Returning to my human form, my wolf skillfully ascended the mountain, and after what felt like an eternity, we emerged on the other side, greeted by dense woods. "Are you sure a
George’s POV I watched her devour the food swiftly. For someone of her stature, her appetite surprised me. Thousands of questions danced in my mind, eager to escape my lips. The tales of werewolves, once dismissed as mere myths, unfolded before my disbelieving eyes. In her, I beheld a beauty so rare, a beauty that transcended mere humanity. Her charm, a potent blend of beauty and a captivating physique, left me momentarily breathless. She caught my gaze, and embarrassment washed over me, prompting me to clear my throat quickly. "I must be quite the chef," I remarked, a swell of pride in my voice. She responded with a cool dismissal. "No, I'm just hungry." A sting of sarcasm laced her words, a trait I found oddly adorable. "Thank you," she murmured. Smiling, I blurted. "I'd gladly cook for you for the rest of my life." However, my attempt at charm was met with a scornful glance. "Hmmph," she exclaimed. She prepared to leave, but I impulsively halted her. "Wait!" "Have you