Chapter: SHE STAYS OR WE LEAVECassian's POV The doors swung open, and I rose from my chair. Alpha Harrington entered the sitting room like a man who owned every space he walked into—which, to be fair, he did. He was older than me by at least two decades, his dark hair streaked with silver, his face weathered by years of leadership and the burdens that came with it. But his eyes were sharp, calculating, the eyes of a man who had spent his entire life navigating the treacherous waters of pack politics. "Cassian," he said, his voice deep and commanding. "It's been too long." "Alpha Harrington." I inclined my head, the gesture respectful but not submissive. "Thank you for hosting us on such short notice." Harrington waved a hand dismissively. "Nonsense. You're always welcome here. Though I must admit, I was surprised when you requested this meeting. You're not usually one for social calls." "This isn't a social call." I gestured toward Liora, who had risen to stand beside me. "Allow me to introduce my Luna. Lior
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Chapter: SPOILT CHILDLiora’s POVI watched Vivienne's face crumble.It was a beautiful thing to witness. The way her smile froze, then cracked, then shattered completely. The way her blue eyes widened with shock, then narrowed with something that looked dangerously close to rage. The way her perfectly manicured hands curled into fists at her sides.For a moment, she just stared at us, her mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air."Your... Luna?" she finally managed, her voice thin and reedy.Cassian didn't even flinch. "Yes. My Luna.""But—but you can't—" Vivienne sputtered, her composure crumbling. "You're supposed to be with me! We're supposed to be together! You promised me, Cassian! You promised!"I felt my eyebrows rise. Promised her? That was news to me.Cassian's expression didn't change. "I promised you nothing, Vivienne. I gave you everything I had. I tried to make it work. But you—" He paused, his jaw tightening. "You threw it all away.""Threw it away?" She laughed, a high, brittle
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Chapter: PUT ME DOWN!Cassian’s POVThe rain hammered against the roof of the jeep as we rolled to a stop at the Harrington border.I sat in the back seat, my eyes fixed on the window, watching the two guards approach through the downpour. They were armed, their expressions suspicious, their hands resting on the weapons at their belts. The driver rolled down his window, letting in a gust of cold, wet air."State your business," one of the guards demanded.The driver held up the Moonstone seal—a silver disc engraved with the pack's crest. "Alpha Cassian of Moonstone, here for a scheduled meeting with Alpha Harrington."The guard studied the seal for a long moment, then nodded to his companion. The gates swung open, and the driver rolled up the window.I let out a slow breath.The tension in my shoulders didn't ease. It never did when I was away from my territory. There was too much at stake—too many enemies who would love nothing more than to see me fall.And now I had another vulnerability.I glanced at Li
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Chapter: ARRIVALLiora’s POVI raised an eyebrow. "Adequate?""Perhaps more than adequate." He stepped closer, his eyes never leaving mine. "The dress is... acceptable."I felt a smile tug at my lips. "You're terrible at compliments.""I'm not complimenting you. I'm simply stating facts." But his eyes were still roving over me, lingering on the curve of my neck, the swell of my lips, the way the silk clung to my hips."Of course." I tilted my head, meeting his gaze with a challenge. "And what facts are you stating?""That the dress is... effective. It will serve its purpose.""What purpose is that?"He stepped closer, his presence filling the space between us. "To make Vivienne realize…" His lips curved into that infuriating smirk. "and understand, in no uncertain terms, that she never stood a chance."My breath caught in my throat.He's doing it again. Turning everything into a game."So you're using me to make your ex jealous," I said flatly. "How charming.""I'm using you to make my ex miserable,"
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Chapter: FRIENDS WITH THE STYLISTLiora's POVSeraphina's assistants descended upon me like a flock of determined birds, armed with brushes and combs and pots of color I couldn't name. I sat in the chair, my hands folded in my lap, trying to ignore the way my heart was still racing from Seraphina's words.He looks at you like you're the only person in the room.I shoved the thought down and focused on the present.The next hour was a blur of activity. My hair was washed again—with something that smelled faintly of roses—then dried and styled into an elaborate updo that left several loose tendrils framing my face. The makeup artist worked with practiced precision, applying layers of foundation and powder and blush until my skin glowed like it had been kissed by the sun.And then came the dress.Seraphina helped me into the midnight blue gown, her hands gentle as she adjusted the fabric and smoothed the silk. The dress fit like it had been made for me—which, I supposed, it had. The bodice hugged my curves, the neckline
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Chapter: GET YOU DRESSEDLiora's POVI finished my breakfast in a daze, my mind still spinning with everything that had happened. What am I doing?I pushed back from the table and made my way toward my chambers—the small, private room Cassian had given me after the first few days. It was a far cry from the master suite, but I had been grateful for the space. I needed distance. I needed time to think.He still watches you, though.The thought was unsettling. I knew he had cameras throughout the manor—he had admitted as much. He had given me privacy, yes, but not complete privacy. There were eyes on me at all times, watching my every move.I hope there aren't any in the bathroom.I reached my chambers and closed the door behind me, leaning against it for a moment as I tried to collect my thoughts. The room was simple but comfortable, with a large bed, a small desk, and a window that overlooked the gardens. The bathroom was adjacent, a small but luxurious space with a deep soaking tub and a shower that could ha
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Dead Queens Don't Kneel Twice: Return of the Beheaded Empres
"Take her son away from that traitorous woman. She doesn't deserve to be his mother—and cut off her head!"
Those were the last words Queen Soranya heard as her son was torn from her arms, moments before the blade sliced through her neck.
She had once been the Luna Queen of Kethara and mother to young Prince Lucian. But her husband, Alpha King Valerius, had been cheating with his chief concubine, Yuna. Together, they fabricated charges of conspiracy and treason against Soranya because Valerius couldn't stand the sight of her.
Three years later, Soranya is reborn in the body of Nessa, a weak, wolfless girl beaten to death by her own father. She will not watch her son be raised to believe she was a monster. Everyone who played a part in her death will pay.
But returning will not be easy. The powerful warrior Beta Castiel had been Soranya's first mate, but she rejected their bond to marry the man she loved—the same man who ordered her death. Even inside her new body, Castiel can still feel the mate bond, making it almost impossible for Soranya to hide her true identity.
Something ancient and dark has attached itself to her since she clawed out of that grave. It lives in mirrors, watching, waiting. Sometimes her reflection shows her true face. Sometimes it shows something older, far more dangerous, with a heinous smile that promises destruction.
Can Soranya win back her son before he is lost to her forever? Can she destroy the king who murdered her? Will Castiel discover who she truly is through the bond? And can she stop the entity in the mirrors before it consumes the only second chance she has left?
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Chapter: I WILLNessa’s POVI was going to die.That was the plan as soon as I realized my true appearance had been revealed. The moment the makeup came off and Valerius saw my true face, the moment he understood that I had lied to him, deceived him, played him for a fool in front of his entire court—I was supposed to die.Knowing who Valerius was, he would kill me on the spot.And I had been ready for it. More than ready. I had been waiting for it.Because if I was going to die, I was going to take him with me. That was the promise I had made to myself. If I could not live to kill Valerius myself and take my son from this place , then at least—at least—I would drag him into the abyss with me.I had imagined him ordering my death, and I had imagined taking his life in return.But this—This was not what I had imagined."The ceremony continues," he said.The words did not make sense. They could not make sense. I stared at him, my mind blank, my thoughts scattered like leaves in a storm.What?"You wi
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Chapter: THE CEREMONY CONTINUESValerius’s POVHe swallowed. "She is my bastard daughter, Your Majesty. Born of a serving girl who died in childbirth. I raised her out of charity. And she repaid me with theft and disobedience and finally with violence. She attacked me in my own courtyard and fled. I have been searching for her for weeks.""I attacked you?" The woman—Nessa—laughed again. That same broken, bitter sound. "You held a knife to my throat. You told me you were going to cut me open like a pig and leave me for the wolves. I broke your arm and your knee and your jaw because it was the only way to stop you from killing me.""LIES!" Halrek roared."TRUTH!" she screamed back.I watched them. The baron, red-faced and shaking. The woman, cold and furious and utterly unafraid.And I felt it again. That thing I had felt the first time I saw her in the courtyard. The thing that had drawn me to her, that had made me choose her over twenty noble daughters, that had made me want to break her open and see what was inside
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Chapter: EXPLAIN YOURSELF THIS INSTANTValerius’s POVThe silk slid through my fingers and pooled at her feet.And the face that looked back at me was not the face I had chosen.I stood there, frozen, my hand still raised from where I had pulled the veil away. The hall had gone utterly silent, every breath held, every eye fixed on the woman kneeling before me.But I was not seeing the hall. I was not seeing the court. I was seeing her.Dark hair. Not blonde. Dark as a raven's wing, dark as the space between stars. Pale skin, translucent almost, the skin of someone who had spent too long in shadow. Cold blue eyes that stared up at me with something that was not fear. Something that was not submission. Something that was the exact opposite of everything a woman kneeling before her Alpha King should feel.Her jaw was different. Sharper. Her cheekbones sat higher. There was a small scar above her left brow, a tiny thing, barely noticeable, but I noticed it. I noticed everything.This was not Lady Elan of House Marre.This was
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Chapter: WHO ARE YOUNESSA’S POV"The third rite," the priest said. "The Vow of Submission."A murmur ran through the hall. This was the old rite—the one the northern packs had abandoned two centuries ago and the eastern courts had never quite let go of. The bride knelt. The bride spoke. The bride offered her will to the Alpha and trusted him to hold it.The priest turned to me."Lady Elan of House Marre," he said. "Daughter of the western border. You come before the Goddess and this court to bind yourself to Alpha King Valerius of Kethara. Will you speak the vow?""I will."The words tasted like ash.I rose from the throne. I stepped down onto the stone platform and lowered myself to my knees—slowly, deliberately, spine straight, chin level. I would kneel. I would not grovel.The hall was utterly silent."Repeat after me," the priest said. "I bind my blood to his blood.""I bind my blood to his blood.""I bind my life to his life.""I bind my life to his life."I looked up.And Castiel was looking at me.
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Chapter: THE RITESNESSA’S POVThe priest opened his book.The pages were yellowed with age, the script inside spidery and archaic. He ran a finger down the lines, murmuring something in a language older than Kethara itself—a tongue the wolves had carried with them from the first forests, before kingdoms, before crowns. The sound of it crawled along my skin like cold water."The first rite," he announced, lifting his head. "The Binding of Hands."Two acolytes stepped forward. One carried a length of crimson cord. The other carried a shallow bowl of water mixed with ash. They stopped before the thrones and bowed, then waited.Valerius extended his hand.I did not.The hall held its breath.I could feel every eye on me—hundreds of them, nobles and dignitaries and ambassadors, all of them leaning forward to watch the half-blooded king claim his foreign bride. I could feel the weight of their curiosity like a hand pressed against my throat.Move, I told myself. Play the part. You have no choice.I lifted my
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Chapter: WE ARE GATHERED HERENESSA’S POVTears burned behind my eyes. I blinked them back. I couldn't cry. Not here. Not now. Not with so many eyes watching. The veil hid my face, but it couldn't hide everything. It couldn't hide the way my hands trembled. It couldn't hide the way my chest heaved with the effort of holding myself together.I felt it.The ache. The longing. The loss. The desperate, clawing need to run to him, to hold him, to tell him who I was. To tell him that I was his mother. That I had never stopped loving him. That I had come back for him.But I couldn't.Not yet.Soon.I would find a way.I walked toward the dais. Each step was a battle. Each breath was a war. But I kept walking. I kept my spine straight, my face blank behind the veil and my eyes forward even as my heart screamed at me to turn back.Valerius watched me approach. His smile widened. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction, with amusement, with the particular pleasure of a man who believed he had already won.I climbed the steps, st
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