The King's Second Heart
She was his weakness. They never knew she was his secret.
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For four years, Elowen Vayne carried the weight of a marriage that was killing her. They called her sickly. They called her a poor excuse for a Luna. They never asked why a healthy young noblewoman wasted away in her own house — and she never told them, because she didn't know.
Her husband Alpha Doran Blackwood knew. He had paid a hedge-witch to bind his wolf debt to his wife's body, dumping years of unpunished sin into the woman the pack pitied. Every cruelty he committed, Elowen carried. Every life he took, she paid for in fevers and nightmares she could not explain.
When Doran finds his fated mate — beautiful, ambitious Selene — and rejects Elowen in front of the entire pack, the binding shatters. Everything Doran forced her to hold comes roaring home to him, and everything that was hers comes home to her.
She collapses in the courtyard. The pack laughs.
Then the Lycan King arrives.
King Vaelor of Velmoria has spent twenty years on a throne that was never supposed to be his, ruling in the long shadow of his older brother — Crown Prince Castien, murdered the night of his coronation. He is the most feared man in the kingdom. He has never loved a woman. He came to Ironbough Pack to find the source of a dark binding his witches had been tracking for two years. He found a half-dead noblewoman in the dirt with two heartbeats and his dead brother's eyes flickering behind her own.
He carries her home without a word.
Will she survive long enough to become herself? And when she does, will the Lycan King kneel for her — or fight her for the crown?
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Chapter: The King in the Courtyard(2)His witches had begun to feel the dark thing in the kingdom's western packs two years ago. The two women in the blue robes riding behind the king right now had been quietly walking the pattern of the dark thing for those two years, the way you walk the pattern of a snake-track in long grass, and six months ago they had told their king that the pattern came back, every time, to the Alpha of Ironbough, and the king had asked them very calmly whether they were sure, and they had said sure enough that the king might want to ride out himself, and the king had said fine then, and he had begun to make the small careful preparations for a personal ride into the western packs that nobody but the king and his Beta and his witches had been told about.The king had ridden out of the capital five days ago with his small careful escort and no banner. He had ridden the western road. He had timed his arrival for the morning of the autumn festival because the morning of the autumn festival was the one
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Chapter: The King in the Courtyard"Move aside. Move aside."Nobody in the courtyard had said it.The voice was inside Elowen's own head — the same calm woman's voice that had told her be brave, we are nearly there — and it was no longer calm. It was urgent. It was the voice of a woman who had been waiting twenty years for this exact moment and who could see, with the long inward sight of a witch dead two decades, that the moment was here.Elowen lay in the dirt of the courtyard with her cheek pressed against a cold flat cobblestone and she could not move.The pack-folk were laughing.Not all of them. But enough. Enough that the small thin sound of it carried across the high table where her former husband was on his knees and across the platform where Selene of Silverbrook stood frozen with her hand on Doran's elbow, and across the cobbles to the place where the rejected Luna lay collapsed in her own wedding gown. It was the small embarrassed snigger of pack-folk who had been told for years that the Luna of Ironbough w
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Chapter: The Rejection(2)Elowen did not know what was happening to her. She would not know for many days yet. She felt only that something inside her — something that had been with her for four years, riding her shoulders, pressing on her ribs, drinking her warmth, eating her sleep — let go all at once and left. It went out of her like a long held breath. It went out of her so fast and so completely that for one terrible second she thought she was going to fall through the floor of the world.She did not know that she had been carrying four years of his sin for him.She did not know that the small dark cord of the marriage bond had been a leash, and that the leash had been used by his own sickness to bleed off into her body every cruel and faithless thing he had done in the four years he had been her husband, so that he could keep his strength and his Alpha-shine and his easy laugh while she got the bruises and the fevers and the nightmares.She did not know that the binding word he had just spoken had cut th
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Chapter: The Rejection"By the laws of Ironbough Pack and by the right of the Alpha—"Doran's voice carried.He had been trained to make his voice carry across a courtyard since he was a boy. He spoke now in the slow careful formal cadence of a man reciting words he had practiced. He did not look at his wife. He did not need to. He stood at the front of the high table with his hands at his sides and his chin lifted, and he spoke into the silence of the courtyard like a man dropping stones into a still pond."—I, Doran Blackwood, Alpha of Ironbough, do hereby declare—"Elowen sat in her green wedding gown and listened.The grey ribbon on her left wrist was pulsing hot now, in time with the second heartbeat under her ribs. Boom. Boom. Boom. The calm woman's voice she had heard in her head a moment ago — Hadwen, be brave, we are nearly there — was gone. The two birds were still wheeling over the western tower. The pale blue sky was still pale blue. Doran's voice kept dropping its careful stones."—that the bon
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Chapter: The Festival Begins(2)It was not going to change anything. It was not going to stop what was coming. But it was going to make Doran say the words while looking at his wife in her wedding dress in the chair the wedding dress had been made for.It was the only thing Elowen could give him.Doran came up the steps of the high table from the side door of the manor a moment later. He was in his Alpha's furs. He was smiling the easy public smile he wore at festivals. He stopped when he saw Elowen in the green gown.The smile did not move. Doran had been an Alpha for nine years and the son of an Alpha for twenty-five and he did not lose his smile in front of his pack, but the small line at the corner of his jaw twitched once, and Elowen saw it.He sat down in the Alpha's chair without looking at her.The festival began.It went the way festivals at Ironbough always went. Toasts were made. The senior steward read the small list of births and deaths and harvests. A young couple knelt in front of the high table to be
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Chapter: The Festival Begins"My lady is wearing the green gown?"The serving girl had her hand frozen halfway to the wardrobe.Elowen was already at the polished mirror, pinning her dark hair up in the simple plaited crown her own mother had taught her how to plait when she was nine years old. She did not turn around."Yes.""My lady — that is your wedding gown.""I know what it is.""The Alpha said—""The Alpha may say whatever he likes. Bring it to me."The girl brought it to her with a face that was carefully not asking any of the questions her face was full of, and Elowen lifted the deep green gown out of the girl's hands and laid it across the bed.Four years of dust came off the folds of the skirt in a small soft cloud. The gown had been packed away in the cedar chest at the foot of her bed since the morning after her wedding night. She had not looked at it since. She had not been the kind of woman, until this morning, who wanted to look at it.This morning she was a different kind of woman.This morning s
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