Chapter 4 The Devils She knew Not

Lyra used everything within her power until the elders finally succumbed to her wish. They had agreed that the mating ceremony would be done in their pack, and she would move to his pack after the ritual.

She was so excited, she was finally going to be with her mate. Even Imogen had noticed her excitement and commented about it.

"You look so happy". She said.

"Yes, I am really happy to finally be getting mated to Damian. The elders finally gave in and said I could be with Damian. Last night".

Imogen broke into a smile, "Really? I am so happy for you, sis."

Linking her arms with her sister's, Lyra led her out of the house. "Thank you. I had already sent him a message. He said he would be there tonight for the mating ceremony. Remember that alone time I have been promising you?"

"Yeah, I remember?"

"We finally have some free time to ourselves".

"So where should we go to? The lighthouse?"

Lyra stopped in her tracks, "How do you know about the lighthouse?"

"You thought nobody knew you went there to meet your romantic partner". She switched to a high-pitched voice to mimic Lyra, "perfect handsome romantic partner?" Imogen said, wriggling her eyebrows. "Your last rendezvous was so much more interesting than others."

Lyra felt heat rising in her cheeks as she blushed furiously, "Imogen!" She whispered, dragging her sister back.

"Relax, I told no one. You looked so happy with him and I wanted you to give him the chance. You always looked so tired and sad".

Lyra hugged her sister who wasn't related to her by blood, but yet still loved her so much. "You are the only one that understands me so well. Which is why I am giving you my position as Luna".

Imogen released herself. "Wait, what?"

"Yes, you are going to be the perfect leader for them".

"I can't be the Luna. They don't like me". She said, a slight frown on her face at Lyra's suggestion.

"They will have no other choice once they know I made you Luna. The pack trusts my decisions."

"If you say so". Imogen shrugged.

"Now, let's get wild" Lyra smirked mischievously as she dragged Imogen away.

They had a fun time together that ended up with tears and emotional words.

That night, Lyra stepped out of her room in a long silver gown with glitters all over and a wreath of flowers on her brown locks. Karen had given her the dress alongside with a set of matching diamond jewelry shaped like the moon. Lyra was sorry that her last days with the elders were strained with tension.

She walked to the moon goddess temple, her hands on the elder Alan's elbow. Elder Alfred had refused to attend the ceremony, and it hurt her, but she quickly forgot about it as she moved towards her ever dashing Damian with a sense of anticipation.

He looked so regal in his dark suit, and she felt happy that he was now hers.

She climbed the stairs leading to the altar, and Damian took Lyra's hands in his. They faced each other saying their vows.

"From this moment onward, I pledge my heart to yours, to be your protector, your confidant, and your partner in life, bound by the primal strength that unites us as werewolves."

They cut their palms and pressed them together, allowing their blood to mix. This was just the beginning of the mating ceremony. The true mating ceremony is when she becomes officially marked by him when they mate in their matrimonial bedroom. She blushed at the thought of it.

They were supposed to wait behind and finish the ceremony, but Damian had to go back to his pack, so she was leaving with him that night.

After the ceremony concluded, Lyra and Damian made the journey that night in his car. The place was quite far because she slept before they got to his house. When she woke up, she was on a large bed, still in her dress. She took the room in. It was big and filled with a lot of things that looked so expensive. Something felt off but she shook it away.

What could possibly be wrong?

She was tired and wondered where Damian was. She heard him talking with someone on the phone, so she stood up and went into the bathroom. After taking a shower, she came out in her silky nightdress and found Damian on the bed.

"Who were you talking to?" She asked.

"It's none of your business!"

She was taken aback by his cold tone, "Damian? Are you okay? Did I do something to annoy you?"

"Yes, you are. Just stop talking". He shouted, flinging a cup at the wall behind her.

She couldn't understand what was happening. She moved backwards as he stalked close to her, a mad gleam in his eyes. She was sure she had seen that expression somewhere before. His eyes turned yellow and she stifled a scream.

He couldn't be who she thought he was. The devil she didn't know.

"That's right little Luna, I am the Lycan king. Welcome to my humble abode. Hell". He said, with a sick grin on his face.

She ran towards the door and tried to escape, but she found the door locked. She stood stilled when she felt his presence behind her, caging her.

"Now, you can't miss all the fun, we are just about to get started. Remember you are my mate". He said, pulling her away from the door, and he locked the door and removed the keys.

"Stay away from me". She said in utter fear and dismay.

"You lied to me," Lyra spat, trying to keep her anger in check.

"Oh that, but I told you what you wanted to hear," Damian said, his smile dripping with malice. "You were so eager to believe me, to trust me. And now, you're mine."

Lyra tried to escape, but Damian was too strong. "Please, stop," Lyra begged, tears streaming down her face.

"Stop?" Damian laughed. "We're just getting started, my dear."

Lyra screamed out in pain as the wicked werewolf king pierced a knife through her skin, and Damian lapped up her blood.

The next morning, Lyra was cleaned up and bandaged by the maid. Lyra's eyes fluttered open, and she was met with the sight of Imogen's concerned face. She hadn't expected her adopted sister to arrive, but she was relieved to see her. Imogen's presence was a comforting balm to her battered soul.

"Imogen," Lyra whispered, her voice barely audible.

Imogen's eyes filled with tears as she took in Lyra's injuries. "Oh, Lyra," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I'm so sorry I wasn't here sooner."

Lyra tried to smile, but it felt like her lips were splitting open. Imogen helped the maid clean her up, and Lyra winced as they tended to her wounds. As she slipped into unconsciousness, she thought she saw Imogen smile, but she waved it off as a hallucination.

When Lyra came to consciousness again, Imogen was still by her side, holding her hand and stroking her hair. Lyra felt a surge of gratitude towards her sister. She knew that Imogen was the only one who could help her escape Damian's clutches.

"Imogen," Lyra whispered, her voice still weak. "I have to get out of here."

Imogen's eyes locked onto hers, filled with love. "I know, Lyra. We'll figure something out. But for now, just rest."

Lyra nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. The anesthesia was taking effect, so she slept off again.

Lyra's eyes fluttered open, and she was met with the sight of Imogen's concerned face. But as she listened more closely, she realized that Imogen was speaking with Damian. Lyra's heart began to break as she heard their conversation.

"Yes, she's awake," Imogen said, her voice having a laughing hilt to it. "But she's still weak. She won't be able to escape for a while."

Damian chuckled. "Good. I want to make sure she suffers. She thought she could escape from me, but that's impossible".