Chapter: ACCUSATIONAlaric stared at the back of Kael's head, the delicate curve of his neck visible just above the crisp white collar of his servant uniform. He knew he shouldn't be, not after the betrothal announcement, not after the damage he'd inflicted… Not after he promised it won't happen again. Yet, his wolf howled a constant, agonizing lament, a symphony of loss and regret that echoed in his very bones.He found himself inexplicably drawn to Kael's discarded tunic after the day's work, the faint, lingering scent of lavender and something intrinsically Kael clinging to the fabric. It was a cruel torture, a ghost of what could have been. He knew smelling the tunic was wrong, disrespectful, bordering on obsessive. But the craving, the desperate need to inhale that scent, was a force he couldn't entirely control.Late evening, after he'd dismissed Kael for the day, driven to the edge of sanity, Alaric summoned Kael to his private study under the guise of needing assistance with some documents. Kael
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Chapter: TIES THAT BINDSThe scent clung to him, a phantom limb of longing. Even after days of Kael’s meticulous avoidance, a faint trace of his unique omega musk lingered on the fabric of the Prince's chambers, permeating the air where Kael had once moved freely. Alaric found himself drawn to it, sniffing at a discarded tunic, the corner of a cushion, his wolf clawing at the cage of his self-imposed denial. He knew it was pathetic, undignified for a future king, but the yearning was a physical ache, a constant reminder of the bond he tried so desperately to deny.The betrothal to Princess Amora felt like a gilded cage, each polite smile and carefully chosen word a fresh layer of suffocating guilt. He saw the flicker of hurt in Kael's eyes during the announcement, the way he subtly straightened his shoulders, a fragile shield against the pain. That small, almost imperceptible action was enough to shatter Alaric's resolve, leaving him adrift in a sea of regret.His actions became increasingly erratic, driven b
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Chapter: A NEW PERSPECTIVE The scent of lilies, Princess Amora’s signature perfume, faded from the palace, yet its ghost seemed to cling to the very air Kael breathed. He scrubbed the Prince’s chambers with a vigor that bordered on violence, the coarse cloth a poor substitute for the longing that clawed at his insides. He was glad she was gone, but Amora's absence was a double-edged sword. It brought him no solace, only a sharper awareness of his own confinement.He missed Aaron. The memory of Aaron's genuine admiration, his easy laughter, his unwavering acceptance, was a flickering candle in the dark labyrinth of palace life. He found himself replaying their conversations, clinging to the warmth of Aaron's gaze.Kael knew Alaric was watching him. He could feel the Prince's eyes on him during meals, in the corridors, even when he was simply polishing silverware. The Prince's presence was a suffocating weight, a constant reminder of the bond they shared, a bond Alaric continued to deny.One afternoon, Kael was m
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Chapter: PAINFUL TRUTHKael moved through the palace corridors like a ghost, his steps light, almost silent. He was a master of invisibility, a skill honed over years of trying to disappear, to become nothing more than background noise in the opulent chaos of the royal court. Today, however, his ghostly presence felt heavier, more burdened than usual. He had returned to his duties, to serve Alaric, but the ease, the almost comfortable rhythm they had found before his heat, was gone. Replaced by a thick wall of formality, a polite distance that chilled him to the bone.He arranged the prince's desk, straightening documents that were already perfectly aligned, polishing the silver inkwell until it gleamed under the morning light. Every movement was precise, controlled, a deliberate effort to keep his hands from shaking, his mind from wandering back to the agony of his heat, to the memory of Alaric's rejection, to the echo of another consort's pleasure.The arrival of Princess Amora had only amplified his torm
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Chapter: IF ONLY HE WOULD EVERI'm convinced the sun paints the sky in shades of pain before it gives way to a new day. Because that's how I feel; an old sun, a faded light, trying to shine when all I want to do is set. I'm tired. Tired of hiding, tired of longing, tired of being the unwanted.If stars really do grant wishes I wouldn't be in this much pain… oh how much I've wished upon stars, how much I've prayed to the moon goddess but all I get is silent mockery and the next day turns out worse than the previous.I blinked, trying to focus on the unfamiliar silk of the sheets beneath me. My head throbbed, a dull ache that mirrored the hollowness in my chest. I was in a room that wasn’t mine, a room far grander than anything I deserved. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air, a mocking display of freedom I couldn't grasp.Aaron.He was beside me, sleeping peacefully, his golden hair tousled against the pillow… golden hair— his hair was darker than last time I saw him
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Chapter: THE ALPHA'S CARE"Hush, my little star, you're safe now." Aaron murmured, his voice a low rumble as he wiped a stray strand of sweaty hair from Kael’s forehead.Later that day, Kael awoke to the now-familiar ache throbbing in his lower belly. He blinked, the opulent surroundings of Aaron's guest chamber still foreign, a stark contrast to Alaric's austere room. He wanted to move, to curl up and hide, but his limbs felt leaden, unresponsive. The heat, a burning tide, was already beginning to rise again.He managed a weak groan, the sound barely audible.The door to the chamber opened softly, and Aaron entered, carrying a large tray laden with food. Kael watched him, his heart doing a painful little dance of gratitude. Aaron’s brow furrowed in concern as he took in Kael’s pale face and glazed eyes."Hey, sleepyhead. How are you feeling?" Aaron asked, his voice laced with worry.Kael attempted a smile, but it faltered before it could truly form. "Tired," he rasped, his throat dry. "And… sore."Aaron didn'
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