A wolf and a vampire? Fate must be Drunk.

LYRA THORNE CHEN

“Tonight, before the Moon Goddess, we gather to witness the engagement of Lyra Thorne Chen and Kaelen Aldric,” the Elder announced, his voice booming over the speakers. “Do you, Kaelen Aldric, accept this ring and swear to mark and protect this woman for eternity?”

Kaelen smiled warmly, his eyes locking onto Lyra's.

“I do.”

The Elder turned to her. “Lyra Thorne Chen. Do you accept this ring and swear to mark this man and honour the bond for eternity?”

Lyra looked at the boy she had burned her legacy for, and for the first time in her life, she regretted everything she had done for him.

“No.”

The orchestra abruptly stopped playing. A collective gasp rippled through the hundreds of wolves in the room.

The Elder blinked. “Lady Lyra, perhaps you misunderstood.”

“I understood perfectly.”

Lyra projected her voice until it bounced off the vaulted ceilings. Then she offered the gathered wolves a dangerous smile.

“No.”

Hundreds of eyes locked onto her. No one seemed to understand what they had just witnessed.

Her mother rushed forward, her face pale. “Lyra, what are you doing?”

“I went to war with my father for a mate, Mother,” Lyra said, her voice echoing through the silent hall. “Not a parasite.”

Kaelen's face drained of colour.

“Lyra, what are you talking about? My love, please.”

He reached for her hand.

Lyra stepped into his space and backhanded him across the face with enough force to crack his jaw. Kaelen spun and hit the floor, blood spraying from his lip.

The stunned silence shattered into shouts.

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Three hours earlier, Lyra had been happier than she had been in years.

She had spent the entire afternoon counting the minutes until she could finally exchange rings with Kaelen. She had imagined the moment countless times, each time with the same certainty: tonight, their mate bond would finally be sealed.

She had no idea that by nightfall, her entire world and three years of her life would come crashing down.

The first thing she noticed when she stepped into the grand hall of the Silver Moon Plaza that afternoon was the empty chair at the head table.

It stood beside her mother's, carefully arranged beneath the silver banners of House Thorne Chen, as though Alpha Vane had every intention of sitting there.

He did not.

Her father had refused to attend his own daughter's engagement ceremony. After Lyra rejected his ultimatum to sever her bond with Kaelen, he had forbidden the ceremony from taking place anywhere in Northern territory.

If she insisted on choosing Kaelen over his approval, she would do it far from his throne and far from the packs that answered to him.

So Norway it was.

He had sent a Council Elder in his place, making his position unmistakably clear. He would tolerate their engagement, but he would never bless it.

Lyra forced her gaze away from the empty chair and watched the technicians wrestle massive projector screens into place above the altar. The hall was filling quickly. The screens ensured that the Alphas seated in the upper balconies would not miss a single moment of the ring exchange.

Even her wolf, usually restless deep inside her, had gone still beneath her skin.

Perhaps she sensed how much this night meant to Lyra. Perhaps she, too, was waiting for the moment that would change everything.

The doors at the front of the plaza swung open, letting in a gust of freezing Norwegian air. Lyra's mother hurried inside, shaking the mist from her emerald dress.

“They are almost here,” she said breathlessly, rushing over to Lyra. “The High Council Elders your father sent from London have arrived at the airport and are on their way. They insist on leaving immediately after you exchange rings so they can return for the treaty renewal preparations.”

“Where is Kaelen?” her mother asked, checking her wristwatch.

“The guards I asked earlier said he is upstairs.” Lyra smoothed the silk of her ceremonial gown. “I'll go get him.”

Leaving her mother near the altar, she hurried up the grand staircase.

As she approached the suite they had prepared for the engagement aftermath, a muffled sound drifted through the door.

A low, breathless moan.

Then a woman's soft laugh.

Lyra's shoes skidded to a halt.

Heat radiated from the suite, carrying a devastating, unmistakable scent.

Ava Christopher.

Her best friend.

The girl who had told her earlier that afternoon that she was going to visit her parents before coming to the engagement hall.

“You should not be doing this,” Ava whispered from the other side of the door.

Kaelen chuckled, his voice rich and relaxed.

“Why not? In a few hours, I'll be legally bound to her.”

“What if someone hears?”

“Nobody will. They're all downstairs waiting for my rise to elite status. Besides, she hasn't arrived yet.”

For a moment, Lyra couldn't move.

The unease that had haunted her bond with Kaelen for three years suddenly made sense.

Her wolf had not been warning her about Kaelen's lack of status. She had been warning Lyra that she was sleeping beside a predator.

“What happens after you exchange rings and mark her?” Ava murmured.

“Nothing changes between us,” Kaelen answered smoothly. “She becomes a Luna, I secure a Lord's seat on the Council, soon to become the second most revered wolf in the entire Dominion, and we keep right on going. Fate handed me a ladder, Ava. I'm going to rewrite my family history with it, and I'll do that without letting you go.”

A lethal calm settled over Lyra's chest.

Becoming her mate had never been the point for him.

What the title would make him was the only thing he had ever truly wanted.

She could have opened that door.

She could have dragged them downstairs herself, exposed them before the entire gathering and watched their faces crumble beneath the weight of their own disgrace.

The thought was tempting.

But anger was temporary. Evidence was permanent.

Lyra turned her back on the suite and walked straight downstairs.

She had a better plan.

Her mother caught her arm the second she reached the bottom step.

“Lyra, what is it? You look…”

“I'm fine,” Lyra lied smoothly, brushing past her. “Give me two minutes.”

She stepped into a quiet alcove near the bar, took out her phone and dialled the Plaza manager. He answered on the second ring.

“Lady Lyra, is everything—”

“I need the security feed for the bedroom of VIP Suite Four,” she commanded, keeping her voice level. “Send it to this phone immediately.”

“My lady, I apologise, but the bedroom cameras are strictly disabled upon check-in for guest privacy. We cannot do that.”

Lyra's fingers tightened around the phone.

“Who booked this entire floor?”

“You did, my lady.”

“Good. Override the privacy lock, turn the camera on right now and send me the live capture.”

The manager hesitated, then stammered, “Yes, my lady. I'll override the lock now.”

The file arrived about two minutes later.

Lyra watched enough to confirm what she already knew.

Then she stopped.

She did not need to see more. Her mate and her best friend were inside her marking room, devouring each other on her engagement day.

Lyra walked directly to the audiovisual booth tucked beneath the balcony and handed her phone to the lead technician.

“Take this phone. Play this video when I ask you to.”