Gibbous Peak's Unseen Mate
After years of being tortured and imprisoned by hunters, Lyra was finally freed. But out of the pan and into the fire. She had a terrifying history in her new pack, but luckily no one seemed to recognize her… yet. In order to stay alive she needs to look ordinary, act meek and be disregarded. She must remain unseen. Especially from the one who wanted her dead. The man who was now the Alpha of Gibbous Peak pack.
Yet, can this kind of freedom really be called living? How long can she hope to stay alive, right under her antagonist’s nose? Will she lose her composure, yielding to her instincts? Or worse, she might willingly expose herself to her forbidden, fated mate.
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Alpha Cedric was leaning languidly in his chair, eating slowly. He was absentmindedly scanning the room then returning to his plate without bothering with those around him. Fortunately, there was no aura of displeasure to put off the mood. It was unclear if he was bored or relaxed. Perhaps he was simply tired from the work and journey he returned from.
A voluptuous woman approached him, deliberately leaning in to expose the deep cleavage of her violet camisole. The Alpha’s lack of expression didn’t discourage her as she smiled and tucked a few silky black curls behind her ear. Her fingers grazed his shoulder and bicep. Thick red lips were smoothly forming drowned out words. Her face flushed a pink when the Alpha looked her way and she continued to bat her eyes in a blatantly flirtatious manner. Her spine was slithering like a dancing snake, optimally displaying her curves. Her act was increasing in boldness with her fingers tracing over his collar and to the edge of his hair. Alpha Cedric remained unmoving, which was the same as granting permission. She was not the first, the last, nor the boldest to approach the desirable man. Few were foolish enough to aim for his mate, but who wouldn’t want a passionate romp with the powerful, young Alpha? Pleased, she flashed a smile before sensually biting her lower lip.
Lyra swallowed her dry tongue. A dull ache in her chest was squeezing her lungs. She had the sudden urge to throw that temptress out through the window then scold the Alpha for his complacency. A well-timed, friendly ruckus from a nearby table reeled her from her rude staring and ridiculous daydream. She quickly suppressed the vibration that was humming in her chest before it erupted as a growl.
You’ll get caught! Her wolf echoed in her mind. Keep your eyes down.
Lyra rolled her eyes. Loba was enraptured with the view, just as much as she was. But there was no need to call her out on it. They were, after all, the same person. In any case, she was making a vital point. More than proximity, her blatantly doltish behavior was how she would lose her neck.
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SheriOak · Fantasy
