Lyra's Lust

Lyra stood at the edge of the clearing, her fingers resting lightly on the stone column as she looked up at the raised platform where the Stormhold princes sat, eating their lunch. At a glance, they both looked the same - the same hair, the same build, the same power in the way they sat, as if they owned the place. But she could feel the difference. It was said that they could be differentiated by their eye colour. But, it was more than that.

Whenever Prince Zen looked at her, it made her feel naked all over. As if he could see through her, like her skin was see-through and her thoughts were laid bare. He didn't even need to look long. One glance from him and her chest would tighten, and her fingers would curl at her sides. It was hard to breathe normally when he looked at her like that- like he already knew everything she hadn't said out loud.

Whereas Prince Kael… he made her feel something else entirely. With him, there was a shiver. A kind of cold that didn't come from the wind. A tension that made her back straighten and her pulse kick up without warning. She couldn't explain it. She didn't know if it was fear or something just next to it. But whenever he looked in her direction, her stomach twisted. Her skin prickled. And she couldn't tell if she wanted to run or stay exactly where she was.

Lyra wasn't sure which one made her breath catch more. Prince Zen, with that knowing smirk and unreadable eyes. Or Prince Kael, with that stillness that didn't need words to dominate.

She'd heard stories of these men. Who hadn't? And she'd listened. Quietly. Carefully. Filing every detail away. Stories of not just their hunting skills, but their skill in bed. And she had imagined it. More than once. They were part of a triplet set. Alpha Prince Zen was the enforcer of the Stormhold Pack while Alpha Prince Kael, the beta. The Alpha of Stormhold, Prince Lance, never travelled outside his pack. But, even more so, it was said that whenever these three appeared together, something big happened. 

All these stories had made her hungry. For more. She wanted a taste. Just once. Just to know.

She knew Prince Zen liked to play. He was the one who had multiple women. Liked to make them beg. He didn't pretend to care- he was there for the game. She'd even heard that he liked to watch other men touch the woman first. That he liked taking what was already broken in. She'd thought that was a lie, but now… maybe not.

Prince Kael was more… picky. Reserved. Choosy with who he touched. Cold, even. But there were stories about him too. Of the ones who left his bed and never stopped looking over their shoulder. Of the ones who didn't want to leave at all and had to be thrown out.

But the story that had stuck with her the most- the one whispered behind hands in the girls' quarters, when they thought no one was listening-was about both of them. Not Prince Zen or Prince Kael. But Prince Zen and Prince Kael. Together. Sharing a woman. At the same time. Breaking her down and building her back up, piece by piece, until she couldn't speak without permission. Until her body belonged to both of them.

Just thinking about it made heat pool between her legs. She clenched her thighs and exhaled slowly, forcing herself not to shift.

She hadn't expected this. She hadn't expected them to look like that up close. She'd come here to do what her father asked—distract Prince Zen long enough for him to not be interested in the Omega anymore. That was it. Look good. Flirt. Maybe touch his hand and whisper something in his ear to make him laugh.

But now, standing here, seeing them-really seeing them-she forgot about the task entirely. The Omega didn't matter. The mission didn't matter.

She wanted them both. She would have them both. She had already decided.

Just then, Prince Zen picked up a piece of fruit and held it towards the Omega who knelt on the floor near his chair... Her hands clenched as she watched him rub her lower lip with his thumb as she opened her mouth to take a bite.

She felt the surge before she could stop it. Jealousy. Sharp. Fast. Burning hot in her throat as she stared at the omega kneeling near Prince Zen's chair. Omegas didn't even have the right to be in the clearing when others were eating, much less near the raised platform. They weren't allowed to serve, let alone sit and be fed by hand. It was protocol. Tradition. Law. Everyone knew it.

But there she was.

The bitch.

Sitting there like she belonged. Kneeling prettily, her head bowed just enough to look submissive.

Lyra's blood boiled.

The omega had no right to be there. No right to be seen. She was supposed to be the one catching Prince Zen's eye. She was supposed to be the one in his space, whispering in his ear, making him smile.

The Omega needed to be taught a lesson.

Lyra took a slow breath. Then another. And something in her shifted. That tight frustration gave way to something else. Clarity. Opportunity. She didn't need to wait for Zen to notice her anymore. She had found her way in.

Good.

She would teach the little omega bitch a lesson she wouldn't forget. A lesson everyone here would remember. One that would show the princes exactly who Lyra was.

She straightened her back and flicked her hair behind her shoulder. Her chin lifted. Then, without waiting, she stepped out from behind the column and marched across the clearing.