Chapter: Chapter 13Sienna's POVThe morning sun came through the small glass window of the cabin, casting soft yellow squares across the wooden table. A light breeze stirred the pine branches outside, bringing the crisp, clean scent of dry leaves into the room.I sat quietly on the low wooden stool while Gideon leaned over me, his dark wooden stethoscope pressed gently against the lower curve of my belly.For the past two weeks, the morning sickness had finally started to ease up. My skin was gaining back its healthy color, and my appetite had returned with a vengeance. I was eating full bowls of warm oat porridge, boiled eggs, and salted deer meat every single day. The thin, starved look I had when I crawled out of the muddy ditch was completely gone.Gideon closed his eyes, his weathered face still as a stone statue as he listened to the faint sounds deep inside my womb.After a long minute, his bushy grey eyebrows pulled together in a tight, sudden line. He shifted the wooden cup two inches to the le
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Chapter: Chapter 12Jaxson's POVThe oak door of the council room slammed shut, the sound ringing through the stone hallway like a gunshot."Alpha!" Beta Caleb called out, his boots thudding hard against the floor as he hurried to keep up with my long strides. "You can't just walk out on the northern envoys. Alpha Vane’s brother came three hundred miles to discuss the trade routes!""I don't care if he walked five thousand miles," I snapped, my jaw clenched so hard a sharp pain shot up into my ear. "If he asks me one more time about moving our border posts ten yards south, I'm going to rip his throat out.""He's asking because it's part of the treaty!" Caleb shouted, grabbing my arm to stop me near the main staircase.The second his hand touched my leather sleeve, my wolf snapped. A violent wave of heat burst through my blood, and I whirled around, shoving Caleb back against the stone wall with enough force to knock the air straight out of his lungs. My eyes flared bright, blinding yellow, and a low, kil
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Chapter: Chapter 11Sienna's POVThe sharp, sour taste hit the back of my mouth before my eyes even opened.I scrambled out from beneath the heavy furs, my knees hitting the cool wooden floorboards with a dull thud. I grabbed the wide clay bowl Gideon kept by the foot of the frame, doubled over, and heaved until my throat burned. Nothing came up except stomach acid and bile, but my body kept shaking, my stomach knotting into tight, painful cramps that left me gasping for air.Outside the small glass pane, the early morning light was pale and grey. The heavy rain from weeks ago had long cleared, leaving only cold, quiet fog hanging low over the pine trees.I leaned my forehead against the rim of the bowl, taking slow, shuddering breaths through my nose. My whole chest felt raw."Take it easy, child," a quiet voice said from across the room.Gideon walked over, his soft leather boots making almost no sound on the floor. He set a wooden cup of warm water next to me, then picked up a dry rag from the washsta
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Chapter: Chapter 10Gideon's POVThe storm was reaching its violent peak, turning the mountain ridge into a chaotic landscape of mud, roaring water, and thrashing pine branches. I moved quietly through the thick underbrush, keeping my heavy canvas cloak drawn tight around my neck. At sixty years old, my wolf was slower than he used to be, but my eyes and ears were still as sharp as a newly honed skinning knife.I was heading back toward my shelter after checking on my fox-tail traps when the sharp scent of copper and fresh rogue sweat caught the cold wind.I froze behind the trunk of an ancient hemlock tree, my hand instinctively dropping to the ivory handle of the hunting blade at my belt. Through the heavy curtain of rain down in the ravine, two men were crouched by the bank of the rushing stream.I recognized them instantly. Kael and his younger brother, Bratt—two ruthless, banished enforcers who inhabited the lower valley, preying on whatever weak or injured travelers stumbled off the main pack road
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Chapter: Chapter 9Sienna's POVThe icy downpour never let up. It pounded against my head and shoulders like tiny lead pellets, soaking through every thread of my heavy wool cloak until the fabric felt as heavy as iron armor.My boots sloshed through thick, black mud that sucked at my feet with every single step. My knees were stiff, trembling so violently from the bitter mountain cold that I could barely keep my legs moving forward. But I didn't stop. I couldn't stop. The sheer fear of being dragged back to the Bloodmoon Packhouse—or worse, being cornered by feral wolves in the pitch black—kept my lungs dragging thin, icy air into my chest.I had crossed the eastern border river two miles back. The water had been raging, swollen high from the storm, pulling at my waist as I dragged myself across the slippery river stones. When my feet finally touched the opposite bank, I knew I had crossed a fatal line.I was no longer on pack land. I was in the Northern Frontier—a lawless, unmapped wilderness where ro
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Chapter: Chapter 8Jaxson's POV Rain lashed against the tall arched windows of my private office, sending cold silver streaks down the glass. Outside, thunder rolled across the valley in low, continuous rumbles, but inside the room, the silence was suffocating. I sat behind my carved mahogany desk, my hands flat against the dark wood, staring at the small stone basin in the corner of the room. On the edge of the washstand sat the ceramic mug I had retrieved from the lower corridor an hour ago. It was completely empty. Not a single drop of the dark, bitter Moon-tea remained inside. I stared at the faint reddish stain at the bottom of the clay, my jaw locked so tight my back teeth ached. It was done. The brew had been consumed. Every potential tie, every microscopic thread that could have bound my bloodline to an unranked Omega had been severed and scrubbed clean. This was what was necessary. This was what leadership demanded. I picked up my pen, dipping the steel nib into dark ink, and forced my ey
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Chapter: Chapter 74Gryfyn’s POV"Are you scared of the iron shoulder buckle, substitute," I growled low into Vira’s soft dark hair, my left hand sweeping across her middle to pull her broad frame flush against my heavy war armor.We stood inside the central courtyard of Lord Malakor’s former coastal border fort. The morning sun had barely cleared the jagged granite cliffs, casting long grey shadows over the cobblestones. All around us, the air smelled of wet wood smoke, leather oil, and the crisp sea salt blowing in from the southern ocean. Down in the yard, fifty of my most lethal, battle-tested heavy riders—my personal elite guard—were checking iron horseshoes, tightening leather saddle girths, and securing extra grain sacks to their mounts.Vira didn't flinch or pull away from my hold. She leaned her soft, thick back firmly against my chest, her small hands resting flat over my thick forearms where I held her locked tight against my middle. Her dark grey wool riding dress felt warm under my callouse
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Chapter: Chapter 73Vira’s POVThe sharp, metallic scent of damp iron and sea salt filled the subterranean cell beneath the coastal watch station.Torchlight flickered across the dark granite walls, casting long, dancing shadows over the four heavy iron posts where Commander Vane—the foreign officer we had captured in the pebble cove—sat bound with thick hemp ropes. His silver-trimmed armor lay in a pile on the cold floorboards, leaving him in a torn wool tunic, his broad shoulders tensed as he stared up at us.Gryfyn stood towering at my side, his massive frame blocking out half the torchlight in the room. His dark leather war armor clanked softly as he shifted his weight, his broad, calloused hands resting heavy on his hips. The wild, dark wolf ink across his neck pulsed hot in the dim light, and his dark golden eyes flared with a feral, terrifying heat that made the foreign commander flinch every time Gryfyn drew a breath."You have five seconds before I let my Alpha King show you how we treat foreign
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Chapter: Chapter 72Vira’s POVThe sharp, rhythmic tapping of a wooden signal runner outside our chamber door brought me back to full awareness before dawn even broke over the southern horizon.I sat up slowly on the bed cot, my thick grey wool dress already fastened securely around my waist. Beside me, Gryfyn shifted with a low, primal growl, his broad arm instantly sweeping back across my middle to pull my broad body back against his heavy, warm frame."The sun hasn't cleared the granite cliffs yet, substitute," Gryfyn purred rough against my ear, his dark golden eyes flashing with a possessive, territorial heat in the dim morning light. His calloused hand rested firmly against my waist, anchoring me to his side. "The watchtowers are still burning.""Kaelen wouldn't send a runner to our door at this hour for a routine watch shift, My King," I whispered back softly, turning in his hold to press a quick, sweet kiss against his broad jawline. "The foreign ships are moving."A deep rumble started in Gryfyn
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Chapter: Chapter 71Gryfyn’s POV"What are you thinking about?," I growled low into Vira’s ear, locking the heavy iron bolt on the oak door of our coastal watch station bedchamber.The small stone room sat high on the granite ridge, safe from the cold sea spray howling outside the heavy glass window. A thick peat fire crackled in the corner hearth, throwing long golden light across the rough stone walls and sheepskin rugs. Three hours ago, Kaelen’s bowmen had wiped out the foreign rowers inside the sea cave, and Joran’s watchtowers were fully lit, burning bright against the black night sky.Vira stood near the wooden washbasin, unfastening the brass buckle of her dark riding belt. Her broad back was turned to me, her long dark hair slipping over her thick shoulders, exposed to the warm glow of the fire."I am thinking about how quiet this ridge was three months ago, Gryfyn," she murmured softly, her smooth voice sending a hot, possessive rush straight down into my gut. She set her belt down onto the woo
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Chapter: Chapter 70Vira’s POVThe salty sea breeze hit my face the moment our horses cleared the narrow pine pass, carrying the sharp, cold spray of the southern ocean.Far below the high, jagged granite cliffs, dark grey waves crashed violently against the sharp black rocks, sending white foam thirty feet into the air. Four miles out on the open water, three massive black hulls sat anchored in the choppy sea. Their dark canvas sails were furled tight, but even from this distance, I could see the iron cannon ports lined along their sides and the silver-chained anchor symbols painted on their high wooden sterns.Gryfyn pulled his heavy black warhorse to a halt right beside mine, his massive frame shifting in the leather saddle. His black war armor was coated with a thin layer of sea salt, and his long wool cloak whipped in the harsh coastal wind."They aren't trying to land on the main beach near Castle Lynx," Gryfyn growled low, his gravelly voice cutting through the roar of the crashing waves. He poin
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Chapter: Chapter 69Vira’s POVThe heavy oak door of the high map room banged open, hitting the stone wall with a loud crash that made Kaelen reach for his sword hilt.Lyra rushed into the room, her grey wool skirt pulled up in her hands so she wouldn't trip over the stone floorboards. Her dark hair was messy, slipping out of her silver pins, and a small black messenger bird was resting on her shoulder, its wings twitching from a long, cold flight."Vira! Gryfyn!" Lyra panted out, her face pale as she leaned her hip against the heavy central table. "A red-striped bird just landed on the high tower from Castle Lynx! The coast guards sent an urgent dispatch!"I stepped around the long oak table, leaving the troop deployment maps spread out over the wood. "Castle Lynx? That is three hundred miles past Malakor’s border on the southern sea."Gryfyn walked up right behind me, his massive black war armor clanking softly with every heavy stride. He didn't say a word, but his broad, calloused hand came up to rest
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