I am a girl.
But no one can know that.
In Silvermoor, only men fight in the war, but House Ironfang has no more males to give.
To prevent my father from sure death in the war, I wore his clothes and disguised myself as a man to take his place in the army. 
We won, but the enemy has taken me captive. The Demonic Alpha King who marked me as his without knowing what I truly am to punish me for losing him a war.
But now, it is more than a punishment as he is now obsessed and hell-bent on seducing me. He tells me it doesn't matter what skin I wear, man or woman, he'll always want me.
I hope to the Moon Goddess that it isn't true.
Because I will never submit to him.

       Just how many secrets am I keeping from Lucien? No. Wrong question. How many secrets have I been hoarding to myself? 


       Well, for one, I am Lyra, Margot's two hundred year old daughter. Two, I'm the mate of the man all of Ebonheart currently hates. Three, well, I am Ilya. Sort of. Four, I have met Lucien before. Five, I'm pretty sure Lilith is fucking Cyrus, but I cannot prove it.


       What do you know? I've been lying to Lucien for longer than I can even remember. Rather, for longer than I want to remember. 


        Even now, it is instinctual to keep the words to myself. Because telling him feels like I am giving him a part of me that is sacred. It'd mean I have to trust him. And I've come to realize that the reason why I am not much of a speaker or a sharer is because I do not know how to trust people.


Chapter 67 - Sixty Seven