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Cressida’s POV
I stood frozen outside the door, the thin crack revealing a scene that shattered my world. Alpha Kael’s deep, guttural moans filled the room as he thrust into her with raw, punishing force. My best friend Zara clawed at his back, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. “Yes! Harder, Daddy… just like that!” she cried out, her voice dripping with ecstasy. A choked sob escaped me before I could stop it. I pressed both hands over my mouth, hot tears spilling down my cheeks as I stumbled backward. Two years of marriage to my fated mate, and this was what it had come to. Kael had never touched me. Never marked me. He only agreed to the union because his mother demanded a Luna for the pack. The mate bond burned in my chest like liquid fire, forcing me to love him even when he looked at me with nothing but indifference or worse, disgust. He openly chased every she-wolf who caught his eye, parading them through our home without shame. And I… I endured it all in silence. I told myself it was temporary. That one day he would tire of his conquests and finally see me as his true mate. So I smiled through the pain, welcomed his lovers into our pack house, and let the servants’ pitying glances wash over me like cold rain. Zara had been my only real comfort after my parents died. My rock. My sister in everything but blood. And now she was the one in the arms of my mate holding him like she belonged there. I fled down the hallway, tears blurring my vision, and burst into the kitchen. Jace, Kael’s younger brother, leaned against the counter, casually biting into a bright red apple. His sharp eyes flicked up, taking in my tear-streaked face, and a slow, knowing smirk curved his lips. “Oh, Cressida,” he drawled, feigning ignorance. “Kael gave strict orders that no one was to go near his room today. I wonder why.” He chuckled darkly, tossing the apple core into the bin before strolling out, leaving me alone with my breaking heart. I sank to the cold stone floor, sobs wracking my body. How could Zara do this? How could she betray me so cruelly after all the nights I’d cried on her shoulder? My wolf whimpered inside me, her pain a thousand times sharper than mine. The mate bond had left us both starved and untouched, weakening with every passing day. At twenty-three, I had never known the warmth of my mate’s hands, never felt the pleasure of being wanted. The cook, dear old Mira, walked in and gasped at the sight of me crumpled on the ground. She rushed over, pulling me into her soft embrace as I buried my face in her neck, weeping like a child. “Hush now, my sweet girl,” she murmured, stroking my hair. “Come on. Let’s get you to your room.” She helped me up and guided me through the halls. But the moment we stepped inside my chambers, the door swung open again with a heavy bang. Kael stood there, shirtless and still flushed from exertion, his hand possessively gripping Zara’s waist. Her eyes sparkled with satisfaction, her lips swollen from his kisses. The scent of sex and sweat clung to both of them like a taunt. Mira immediately bowed and scurried out, leaving me alone with the two people who had just destroyed me. “Why?” I whispered, my voice raw and broken. “Zara… how could you?” She scoffed, tossing her long dark hair over one shoulder. There wasn’t a trace of guilt in her eyes only cold indifference. “Don’t be dramatic, Cressida. You knew exactly what you were getting into when you married Alpha Kael. Stop acting surprised.” Kael stepped closer, his powerful frame towering over me. His gaze was flat, almost bored. “Give it to me,” he ordered. I blinked through fresh tears. “What?” He pointed at my throat. “The necklace.” My hand flew up instinctively to clutch the emerald jade pendant that rested against my chest—the last gift from my mother before she died. It was the only piece of her I had left. Priceless. Irreplaceable. “You… you can’t be serious,” I breathed, disbelief turning to rage. “This was my mother’s! You have no right—” Zara rolled her eyes. “Just give him the damn necklace. Are you deaf?” The slap came so fast I didn’t see it coming. Pain exploded across my cheek as I crashed onto the bed. Before I could recover, Kael’s rough hand wrapped around the chain and yanked hard. The delicate links snapped, and he ripped the pendant away from me. Zara giggled behind him, delighted. “Thank you, my love,” she purred, taking the necklace from his hand and admiring it in the light. “I’ve wanted this since the first time I saw it.” Kael said nothing. He simply turned, letting Zara loop her arm through his as they walked out of my room like I was nothing. Like I had never mattered. I stared at the empty doorway, every breath feeling like broken glass in my lungs. The pain of all his betrayals had never cut this deep. He had taken the one thing that still connected me to my mother and given it to the woman who had pretended to love me. I couldn’t stay here anymore. If I did, I would die. I waited until the sun began to sink below the horizon, painting the sky in bloody reds and oranges. Then I changed into simple traveling clothes, pulled a dark cloak over my shoulders, and slipped out through the servants’ back entrance. No one noticed. No one cared. Once beyond the pack gates, I broke into a run, plunging deep into the darkening woods. My wolf whined and begged me not to leave our mate, but I silenced her with brutal determination. Tonight, I would run until my legs gave out. I pushed myself for miles, chest burning, until exhaustion finally forced me to stop. I leaned against a thick tree trunk, gasping for air, when I heard it. Dozens of heavy footsteps marching towards the pack. It was an army. My heart slammed against my ribs as I spun to flee, but my foot caught on an exposed root sending me tumbling hard to the forest floor. Before I could scramble up, rough hands seized my arms and hauled me to my feet. Soldiers surrounded me, their faces grim and battle-hardened. A tall, menacing man stepped forward, his sword already drawn. The blade glinted coldly as he raised it, ready to drive it right through my chest. “Wait.” The single word sliced through the air like a whip and the soldier froze. I lifted my gaze, and my breath caught. A man emerged from the shadows, his presence commanding the entire clearing. He was tall, taller even than Kael with broad shoulders and an aura of pure, dangerous power. He studied me slowly, a predatory smile curving his lips. “Well… well… well,” he murmured, his voice lethal. “What do we have here?” In that moment, staring into those cold, endless eyes, I knew with chilling certainty that I had just run from one nightmare… straight into another.I pictured her smile. The way she’d laughed on the western wall. The way she’d insisted on becoming worthy of being my Luna. A quiet chuckle escaped me. She still didn’t understand. She had never needed to earn that place. She already owned it. And my wolf seemed to agree. He always grew calmer whenever she was near. It was… comforting. I hadn’t seen her our conversation was interrupted earlier today. The realization surprised me. Normally I knew exactly where she was. Today had stolen every spare moment. Politics had a way of doing that. Enough. I pushed away from the balcony and headed straight to the fortress. Another other thing could wait but Cressida couldn’t. Or perhaps… I simply didn’t want her to. On getting to the fortress, I went straight to our bed chambers but she wasn’t there. I checked the western gardens next. Nothing A pair of servants immediately bowed when they saw me. “My King.” A servant greeted almost hitting her head on the co
This was no longer their visit. It was mine.Captain Aldren stepped forward.“My King.”“Escort our guests,” I ordered.“The royal guest tents outside the palace walls have already been prepared.”“They are to receive every courtesy Blackthorn offers.”I looked toward the guards.“And every watch Blackthorn possesses.”Captain Aldren bowed once.“It will be done.”The delegations slowly began leaving the throne room.I watched every one of them.The western representative looked relieved.The southern Alpha leaned toward one of his advisers, whispering urgently.A young noble from the eastern territories couldn’t stop staring at me.Outside the throne room, the delegations were escorted toward the luxurious guest tents Blackthorn had prepared beyond the palace walls. My soldiers surrounded them at a respectful distance, alert but disciplined. No one would mistake our hospitality for weakness.The oldest Alpha stopped before entering his tent.He looked back toward the fortress.A you
“May I examine your eyes?” The old Alpha’s words lingered in the throne room long after he finished speaking. Silence settled over everyone. No one moved. No one even seemed to breathe. I remained seated on Blackstone’s throne, my gaze fixed on the elderly man standing several steps below me. His back was straight despite his age, and unlike the others who had entered this room with carefully rehearsed smiles, there wasn’t an ounce of hesitation in him. He had asked the question every other representative wanted answered. He had simply been bold enough to say it aloud. A sharp tap echoed through the room. Elder Garrick slammed the end of his staff against the polished stone floor. “Outrageous.” His voice bounced off the high ceiling. “His Majesty is not some rare animal to be inspected.” Several members of my council nodded immediately. Another elder stepped forward, his face red with anger. “You stand before the Alpha King of Blackstone.” The old Alph
The council chamber was already full by the time I arrived. No one spoke as I crossed the room. They watched me instead. Not because I was late to the meeting, but because of my eyes. Even after returning to Blackstone, I still caught people staring before they remembered themselves. The silver had become impossible to ignore. I took my seat at the head of the table. “You asked for me.” Elder Garrick rose slowly. “We have a problem, Your Majesty.” A heavy silence settled over the chamber. “What kind of problem?” He exchanged a glance with the others before sliding several rolled parchments across the table. “They began arriving yesterday.” I frowned. “Letters and Requests?” I unrolled the first one. The seal belonged to a neighboring territory. It was written politely enough, requesting an audience with the King of Blackstone. The second carried another seal. Then another. Then another. By the time I reached the last parchment, my expression had hardened. “There
I slipped out of the hidden Luna Wing and paused at the entrance. My eyes lingered on the door with quiet longing. The space had become a gentle refuge, but it was time to return to the world outside. I took a slow breath and stepped into the corridor. Alma waited for me with a calm smile. She held out a small piece of parchment. I stared at it in confusion. “What’s this?” I asked She gave a small smile. “These are your assignments, my lady” I raised an eyebrow.”Assignments?” “Yes” she nodded slowly. “You want to be fit to be Luna yes? I’m here to help. After going through these trainings and doing well in these assignments, you’d be good to go” I took the parchment and read the list aloud. “Learn the names of every servant working in the royal household. Spend one hour in the infirmary every day. Eat dinner with the Alpha king every night no matter how busy he becomes.” I paused. “ you must go to the packhouse if needed.” I laughed softly. “The third one is not a
Alma led me out of my chambers without another word. We walked through the familiar halls of the fortress, passing servants carrying fresh linens and guards changing shifts. Everyone greeted Alma warmly, and she returned each greeting with the quiet confidence of someone who had spent most of her life within these walls. I followed in silence. At first, I assumed she was taking me toward the council wing or perhaps the fortress library. Instead, she turned in the opposite direction. “This isn’t the way to the library,” I said. “It isn’t. That’s because we aren’t headed to the library.” She didn’t slow her pace. Curiosity stirred inside me. The corridors gradually became quieter. The polished marble floors gave way to older stone beneath our feet. The walls here were lined with faded tapestries that looked far older than the ones decorating the royal halls. I frowned.“I’ve never been here.” “I know.” She smiled without looking back. “Most people haven’t.” We rounded an
Cressida’s POV I lay on my narrow bed staring at the stone ceiling. Two whole nights had passed and Lucian had not sent for me. The silence felt heavy and suffocating. My wolf paced inside my chest, restless and jealous. What was he doing? Was he with another woman? The thought made my stomach
Lucian’ POV The door slammed behind Cressida with a finality that echoed through my chambers longer than it should have. How dare she? The words still burned on my tongue. She had slept in my bed, curled against me like she belonged there, and the very next morning she asked for a favor as if
The days began to blur inside the stone fortress. After the first brutal night, the routine shifted in small, almost imperceptible ways. The guards no longer dragged me through the halls like a prisoner. Instead, they escorted me with detached politeness. My meals improved. I started eating more
Before I could utter a single word, the stranger turned and gave a sharp nod. “Take her.” Rough hands dragged me forward. I twisted and struggled, but it was useless against their iron grips. “No—please! Let me go!” I was completely ignored and dragged through the dark woods back toward my pack.







