The Alpha's accomplice

. The dense forests, the familiar hills... Everything reminded her of the childhood she had left behind, a mixture of sweet and bitter memories. But today,

im a cautious look before placing his suitcase on the ground. Lyra quickly thanked him, leaving a few crumpled bills in his hand. As s

hispered, a hesitant smile tugg

r place. Was this always the case? She just nodded

eached her. His family was waiting for him. Her adoptive mother, Rosalie, was the

e! » cried Rosalie, her eyes shining

e small group. His younger brother, Liam, stood a little behind, a

t define. The smiles seemed less bright, the looks more cautious. Before she co

Blackw

she saw the man standing a few meters away from her. Tall, impo

seemed transformed. His steel gray eyes stared at her with an unsettling inte

k meeting, immediately," he

ion, tried to protest. "Kael, she

alie," he cut in without looking aw

was certainly not what she had imagined

ered, briefly squeezing Rosali

eps, as if he were carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. Lyra tried

re all present, their piercing gazes analyzing Lyra's every move. She felt lik

ear about one thing, Lyra," he stated, his voice echoing in the room. "Your return here is n

s words. "My role? she asked

poke. "Lyra, as the daughter of Magnus Blackwood, you

ike a clap of thunder. Magnus Blackw

will discuss all this in more detail tomorrow. For now,

ce? Was that really how they saw her, as som

suddenly looked away and addressed

t the room, leaving Lyra alo

who gave him a reassuring smile. "Don't let Kael trouble you, m

ger and frustration bubbled. Why did she feel lik

y of her family's home, watching the moon ligh

once since you arrived," a

iam, her younger brother, w

u feel like an intruder," s

m around her shoulders. "You are not an i

he weight of the day's events was s

here, Liam? » sh

el became Alpha, things haven't been the same. He made some necess

s she supposed to play in all this? Why d

crets were hidden behind this return, and above all, behind this A

turn would be the start of a journe