Deep down, Lyra harbored a forbidden longing for Magnus, the formidable pack leader who raised her—yet she could only suffer in silence as he entertained other lovers. Desperate to mend her fractured soul, she tried to slip away. Instead, a sudden loss of control plunged Magnus into a feral madness, driving him to forcefully mark her as his own. Despite being the victim, she was branded a disgraceful temptress who lured him into darkness. Lashed with silver and bleeding at his feet, she begged for mercy, only for the protector she once revered to callously order more agony. Four years later, Lyra thought she had forged a quiet existence far from his wrath—until Magnus hunted her down. Confronted with the unmistakable sight of her carrying another wolf's child, his dark, unyielding obsession flared anew: 'You will never slip through my fingers again.'
