My name is Alara Nightfang. My cousin Lyra Shadowmane pretended to have a bloodline frenzy at the Moon Goddess Festival, secretly took aphrodisiac wolfsbane, and tearfully begged me to lend her my alpha fiancé Chandler Lakin for one night to calm her mixed-bloodline outburst.
I found Corbin Ironhowl, who had always been devoted to her, for her.
Lyra woke up to find that the one who marked her was not Kael and took her own life in shame and anger.
Kael did not blame me for this and still treated me as before.
I always felt guilty toward Lyra and took care of her family attentively after her death.
However, on the day of the bonding ceremony, Kael ordered someone to poison me with wolfsbane and threw me to rogue werewolves to be violated.
"Lyra endured such pain back then, so use your wretched body to atone for her."
I was violated to death under the brightest moonlight, losing both my life and my unborn child.
When I opened my eyes again, I returned to the night Lyra cried and begged me to give Kael to her.
