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“Oh, it’s so lovely to finally meet you! Guards, fetch the maids so our guest can escorted to her chambers and allowed rest!” The dowager Luna’s voice pierced through the air, forcing Eliza to meet her gaze. She blinked in confusion, the old woman’s cheerfulness almost unsettling as it was a stark contrast to rest of the audience. “I’m Dowager Luna Pamela Storm,” she belatedly introduced herself then turned to the woman next to her. “And she is the Luna of the Storm Pack. Rebecca Storm.” Eliza bowed her head in response, the confusion still flooding her veins. It still didn’t make sense. Nothing made sense. “I-“ Pamela didn’t wait for an extra second before turning around to leave, her black shiny hair dancing around her shoulders as she spun. Her expression didn’t falter for a second as she left, slowly increasing her pace to match Alaric’s as he also walked into the palace. “Your highness,” Eliza’s thoughts were interrupted by a maid’s arrival. She watched the young gi

For two weeks, Eliza had convinced herself she could pretend nothing had happened. She woke up each morning and told herself the memory would fade if she ignored it long enough. That the rain, the forest, the stranger with storm-green eyes had been nothing more than a mistake born of fear and confusion. A moment she could lock away and never acknowledge again. She hadn’t told Harold the truth. Instead, she smiled. She laughed when he teased her. She let him hold her hand, let him speak of the future as though it were untouched, unaltered. And every time guilt crept up her spine, sharp and suffocating, she pushed it down and reminded herself that nothing had truly changed. Because nothing had to change. She could move on. She would move on. The lie almost held. Until the doors opened. Until the air in the room shifted so abruptly it stole the breath from her lungs. Until instinct screamed louder than reason and her gaze lifted before she could stop herself. And met his. Green

Alaric Storm stood in the center of his private chamber, the polished stone cold beneath his boots. He ran his hands through his long hair, his green eyes following his Beta as he hurriedly left the room with a pile of documents in his hands. The same documents he had been attending to for weeks. The same documents that had interrupted his meeting with his mate. Finally free from the pressure of urgent pack matters, he let out an exhale, took his seat and folded his arms, his eyebrows immediately furrowing. As the Alpha King of the Storm Pack he had always been burdened by responsibilities. Dozens of them. But none of them had ever felt as heavy as the one he faced the second he locked gazes with his mate. The pack sorcerer was right. He had a mate. Stranded in another pack and deluding herself with dreams of getting married to another man. She was right when she told him to head to the woods and search for her himself. But what he didn’t expect was to find her after barely twent

Eliza had always believed love was a choice. Not fate. Not destiny. Not the Moon Goddess’ cruelty toward omegas who dared to want more. Love, to her, was deliberate—something you chose every day, even when the world insisted you didn’t belong together. She had chosen Harold. For ten years. He was an Alpha prince, heir to the Grey Pack, born into power and expectation. She was an orphaned omega with nothing but borrowed space in a palace that never quite wanted her. And still, he had chosen her back—stood before his parents and refused to let her go. She leaned against Harold’s arm beneath the towering trees, sunlight spilling through the leaves in golden patches. “I know, babe,” she murmured, closing her eyes as the breeze danced across her skin. “You’ve told me every day since we were kids.” Harold smiled, brushing her hair behind her ear. “I can’t wait to marry you. Sometimes I think waiting is pointless. You’re old enough- what’s the difference between now and next year?” El