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The morning air in the Great Hall was thick with the scent of roasted meat and expensive oils, but to Kreygan, it smelled like burning flesh.He stood behind Serefy’s chair, his hands clasped firmly behind his back. Beneath his leather bracers, his own wrists were screaming.Because of the Mate-Bond, the silver-cauterized wounds inflicted on Floreighn the night before were manifesting on him as phantom burns.Every time she moved a dish, every time the fabric of her sleeve grazed her raw skin, a white-hot bolt of lightning traveled through the bond and struck Kreygan’s soul.‘Endure it,’ he snarled at his wolf, which was currently trying to take control of his vocal cords to let out a pained howl. ‘You are an Alpha. A King. You do not flinch for a servant.’The heavy oak doors creaked open. Floreighn entered, looking like a corpse draped in grey wool. She was pale, her eyes sunken, and her movements were stiff, as if her joints were made of glass. She carried a heavy silver tray—an in

The night air was a biting shroud of frost, but Kreygan—standing stiffly in his new leather guard’s armor—felt only the searing heat of the Mate-Bond.He stood outside Serefy’s ornate chamber doors, his hand resting on the hilt of a standard-issue sword. To any passing sentry, he was the picture of a dedicated protector. But inside his mind, he was a predator. Through the bond, he could feel Floreighn. She was three floors below in the servant’s wing, her breathing ragged and her spirit a tattered flag.The Mate-Sickness was peak-fever now, a punishment from the Moon Goddess for his rejection. Kreygan’s own wolf was pacing a frantic circle in his subconscious, snapping its jaws at the Greg mask he wore. ‘She is hurting,’ the beast growled. ‘Go to her. Heal the wound you made.’ ‘Silence,’ Kreygan snapped back, his jaw tightening until it ached. ‘She is the Anchor. Every tear she sheds is a link in the chain I must break to reach the throne.’ Serefy’s door creaked open. She stood t

'And that girl? Why do I feel like the bond was actually real?'The thought was a poison. If the bond was real, then he wasn't just rejecting a servant; he was rejecting his own soul. He could feel Floreighn still standing in that alley, her shock and humiliation radiating through the tether like a silver hemorrhage. He felt her knees give out.He felt the exact moment her heart began to bleed."Is something wrong, Greg?" Serefy asked, her voice like honey, though her eyes held the sharp curiosity of a predator. "You look... flushed."Kreygan forced a laugh, the sound hollow in his own ears. "Only dazzled by the sun, My Lady. It is rare to see such beauty in a place so far from the capital."Serefy giggled, leaning into his space. She was beautiful, yes. But the bond remained silent. There was no snap. No roar of recognition. Only the cold, calculated satisfaction of a man who had found the right tool for his throne.Deep in the back of his mind, his Alpha wolf curled into a ball of s

The midday sun over the Kenneally Pack was a blinding, oppressive gold, but it was nothing compared to the herbal fire stinging Kreygan Lavigne’s skin. The Wolf-Bane salve was doing its job, suppressing his majestic Alpha aura into the dull, muted scent of a wandering laborer. To the guards at the gate, he was just another drifter looking for coin.He adjusted the heavy burlap sack on his shoulder, his eyes scanning the village square. He wasn't here by accident. For generations, the Lavigne Alphas had lived by a singular, whispered oracle etched into the black stone of their ancestral vault:"The Sun of Kenneally shall bring the Lavigne line to its peak; her light shall turn their iron into undying gold. But beware the Shadow, for she is the thief of empires, the anchor that drags the King into the dust."Kreygan had memorized those words before he could even shift. He grew up believing that his soul was a weapon, and every weapon needed a forge. In his mind, there was only one "Sun"

The Great Hall of the Kenneally Pack was a cathedral of gold and irony. Heavy chandeliers dripped with crystal, casting a mocking glow over the hundreds of guests who had gathered to celebrate the mid-winter feast. But for Floreighn Amara Kenneally, the hall felt like a tomb.She stood in the center of the marble floor, her knees trembling beneath a dress stained with red wine and filth. Her face was swollen from the "lessons" Kreygan’s hidden subordinates had delivered in the dark, and her hands shook as she clutched a shattered crystal carafe.High on the dais sat the man she loved—the man the Moon Goddess had woven into the very fabric of her soul. Kreygan Lavigne, disguised in the rough tunics of a commoner, sat with his arm draped possessively around her twin, Serefy. To the world, he was a humble laborer. To Floreighn, he was a monster who used their sacred mate bond as a leash to drag her through hell."Look at her," Serefy’s voice rang out, high and melodic, cutting through th