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Episode 1
Lyra was reeling.
No, not reeling, she was loosing consciousness. She was dying. She could vaguely feel her mouth open and closing. Was she speaking? Was someone else speaking? What was going on??
She was melting away into nothing.
Dying was a welcome idea at this point. Anything, anything was better than this.
This shame, this hurt, this... This... What was this?
"... Can you hear me Lyra? You need to say it back. It is important that you say you accept Wren as my concubine now before I tell everyone else in the pack. It shows a united front in our family and our pack in general"
That voice, Alpha Dorian's voice. Her mate.
He was standing in front of her, but protecting another woman, hiding her behind him, like she was the problem. Like she was not the one who had been hurt.
"I... I don't understand you..." Lyra managed to say.
Her mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton wool, her head was ringing like she had just been hit.
On her birthday, he was announcing Wren as his new concubine, on her birthday. A party he had planned by himself. He couldn't even wait. He didn't even let her understand or get an opinion.
"A concubine? You picked this Omega, as a concubine?! Do you have any idea what you're saying to me? What you're asking me to do? I'm your mate, Dorian!!" Lyra snapped at the alpha.
It was the first time she had ever raised her voice around him.
There were in a one of the grand halls that belonged to the pack where they held many events. he had picked this one out for her birthday party himself and it was a few minutes till she would be called out for the celebration proper and yet he had slid into her dressing room with the snake hiding behind him in tow and informed her that he would be announcing Wren as his concubine. At her birthday celebration.
No wonder he had gone all out with the celebrations. Alpha Dorian had never done anything if he did not stand to gain from it. She had watched him barking out orders at the event organizers to mix in pink colors on the ornaments, plates and towels as they decorated, even though he knew that wasn't her color and she knew it sure as hell wasn't his either.
"This decision... Do I not get a say in it?" Lyra whispered.
The omega who had kept her face to the ground the entire time, poked her head up and stared up at Lyra through her pitch black hair. If Lyra had blinked, she would have missed the sneer that crossed the omega's face.
It was very quick, but it was there.
Lyra's usually silent wolf, stirred to the surface.
Was this what she had to deal with from now on?
Because she had to be frank, there was really no changing his mind. The very fact that she opposed it, would only make him double down on it and make sure it happened. He was always like that, even with her.
In hind sight, this was her fault too. Lyra had seen the signs, she had noticed the way he came home late or barely came home at all. She had brushed it off as his usual alpha business and responsibilities, even though the sinking feeling had been there, brewing all along.
"Dorian, please, don't be like this. Don't hurt me like this" she whispered, hoping that no one walking past the room they currently were would hear her begging.
It hurt her pride to beg, especially in front of an Omega, but that was what she had been reduced to. All had princessly pride had been reduced to nothing.
"Do you even hear yourself, Lyra? Are you trying to go against me? " Alpha Dorian spat.
"You want me to sit still and watch you take a concubine, no questions asked? You're my mate, Dorian" Lyra said, still having to tone down her voice, as it would be perceived as disrespectful to raise her voice on her alpha in front of someone as low in rank as an omega.
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