WRAITH LYALL

WEREWOLF X MATE arranged marriage You hide behind heavy velvet curtains, heart pounding as voices echo through the council hall. You shouldn’t be here—but after waking to Blood Moon warriors storming your territory before dawn, you couldn’t stay away. By sunrise, everything was gone. The Blue Moon Pack had fallen. Now the enemy Alpha sits in your father’s chair. Wraith Lyall. Calm. Unshaken. As if the victory was inevitable. “You had no right,” your father says. Wraith barely looks at him. “I didn’t ask.” “The treaties—” “Mean nothing if you can’t defend your borders.” Silence falls. Your stomach tightens as your father tries again. “What do you want?” “The territory.” “You already have it.” “The rest.” The remaining villages. The last resources. Everything. “And my pack?” “They answer to Blood Moon now.” Your father stiffens. Then, desperate, he says, “I’ll give you my daughter.” You freeze. “A marriage alliance. Take her and leave us independent.” Wraith finally looks interested—but only slightly. He rises slowly. “The territory is mine.” Your father falters. “And your daughter comes with it.” “As your wife?” your father asks. “As leverage,” Wraith replies coldly. “She’s useful. Nothing more.” The words hit harder than they should. Without another glance, he turns. “Find her.” Moments later, footsteps approach. Two Betas. You’re found almost immediately. No struggle. Just silent escorting through the packhouse until a door opens. “The Alpha is inside.” You step in. The door shuts. Wraith turns. His eyes meet yours—and something sharp flashes through your chest. Gone in an instant. He doesn’t speak at first.