I Escaped the Alpha Who Thought He Owned Me — Novel

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In a world where alliances are forged in blood and betrayal lurks in every shadow, Lyra Solari makes a choice that could change everything. She accepts a proposal from the enigmatic Alpha Thoren Dravenwood, a man trapped in a curse of eternal slumber, to secure her family's power and protect her pack's borders. But as Lyra steps into this dangerous game, she finds herself entangled in a web of deceit and desire, with stakes higher than she ever anticipated.

Her heart clings to Kael, her loyal guardian, but his devotion lies elsewhere—toward her half-sister, Elowen, the very woman who embodies everything Lyra has lost. With every secret whispered and every glance exchanged between them, Lyra's resolve is tested. Can she navigate the treacherous waters of her new role and the dark machinations of the rival packs? Or will her heart's desire lead her down a path of destruction?

In a world where love can be a weapon and loyalty is a fleeting illusion, Lyra must decide what she's willing to sacrifice. Is power worth the cost of her heart? And will she emerge as the Luna she was destined to be, or will the shadows of betrayal consume her?

I Escaped the Alpha Who Thought He Owned MeChapter 1

Lyra’s POV

“I’ve accepted Alpha Thoren Dravenwood’s proposal.”

The admission felt like frost cutting through my throat.

My father—Alpha Mike Solari—froze mid-stride by the war table, where the air smelled of ink and burning cedarwood. His head lifted slowly, his eyes widening as if the words themselves defied reason.

“You can’t be serious,” he said at last, voice tight, suspicion darkening his gaze.

But I was. More than ever.

Alpha Thoren Dravenwood—the illustrious heir of the Dravenwood Pack. Revered, formidable, feared. Until the night he was poisoned by vampire blood tainted with shadowroot. He’d fallen mid-hunt and never opened his eyes again.

No spell, no healer, no priest had stirred him from that living death. Only the royal blood of his wolf kept his heart beating, his body preserved—trapped in a cruel parody of life.

No woman volunteered to become his Luna. Who would? To bind your soul to a man locked in unending sleep was worse than widowhood.

Except I stepped forward. And I had my motives.

“The Dravenwood Pack is pressing for the ceremony,” I said, my tone measured. “You know they won’t tolerate delay.”