INICIAR SESIÓNThe door closed behind Orin, but nobody moved. Tomas had been serving food in my fortress while feeding information to the man holding my sister captive. The thought made something dark move beneath my skin. Cressida stood beside the table, staring at the metal token Orin had brought in. “The kitchens,” she said quietly. “I was there yesterday.” I looked at her. She shook her head. “I spoke to him. He told me he was distracted because of some family issues.” Jace let out a bitter breath. “Apparently, he was distracted.” Thorne stepped toward the door. “I’ll take men through Tomas’s quarters.” “I’ll come,” I said. “No.” My eyes moved to him. Thorne didn’t flinch. “You haven’t slept properly since Elara was taken. You’re angry, and Calder knows exactly how to use that against you.” “I don’t need you to explain my emotions to me.” “No Alpha. You need someone to make sure they don’t explain you to Calder.” The room fell quiet. I hated that he was right. Cressida placed a
“Calder knew Elara was pregnant.”The words sat in the middle of the room like a blade.Nobody moved.Cressida was the first person I looked at. Her face had gone completely pale. Then my eyes found Rowan.He had been sitting quietly at the end of the table, but he rose so suddenly that his chair scraped against the floor.“He knows?” Rowan asked.His voice was barely controlled.I looked back at the letter in my hand. “He knows.”Rowan took a step toward me. “How?”“I don’t know.”That answer did nothing to calm him.“Was Elara hurt?” he asked. “Did he hurt her?”I folded the letter in my hand. “He didn’t say.”Rowan’s eyes flashed.“He knows she’s carrying my child and he didn’t tell us whether she’s hurt?”“That’s exactly what he wants,” Thorne said. “He wants us imagining the worst.”Rowan turned toward him. “And we’re supposed to sit here calmly?”“No,” I said. “We’re supposed to think.”My voice came out harder than I intended.Rowan looked at me.I understood his anger. I was a
~Lucian’s POV~ “It belongs to Calder’s men.” The words hung in the narrow passage beneath Blackthorne. Cressida stared at the black cloth in my hand. Thorne’s expression hardened beside me, while Jace moved farther down the tunnel and studied the darkness ahead. “So they were here,” Cressida said quietly. I looked at the fresh footprints in the dirt. “Yes.” Her face lost what little color it had left. I didn’t blame her. Someone had walked beneath our home while we slept. Someone had found a way into Blackthorne, stolen from Cressida, and fed information to Calder. And I had known nothing. Jace returned from the darkness.“The passage continues for a while, but there are two separate routes ahead.” “Where do they lead?” “I haven’t gone far enough to find out.” Thorne looked toward me.“Alpha, if Calder’s men have been using this passage, they may have traps inside.” “I know.” “We should bring more men.” “No.” Thorne frowned. I looked back at the foo
~Cressida’s POV~ “Where is my Elara?” The words left my mouth broken and small, nothing like the firm voice I had used to command half the fortress only hours earlier. Lucian stood before me in silence. That silence frightened me more than any answer could have. I searched his face, waiting for him to tell me I was being foolish. Waiting for Elara to come riding through the gates behind him, angry at being fussed over and very much alive. But there was no Elara. Thorne looked away. Jace’s shoulders dropped. Rowan stood behind them with his face so pale I barely recognized him. My heart began to pound. “Lucian,” I said again. “Where is she?” He took a slow breath. “She is alive.” I closed my eyes. For one moment, that was enough. Alive. The word settled inside me like a hand reaching through deep water and pulling me toward the surface. Then my eyes opened.“Where is she?” His expression hardened. “We don’t know.” The relief disappeared.“You d
~Calder’s POV~ I watched Lucian disappear between the trees long after his footsteps had faded. The others followed him, but Lucian was the one I kept my eyes on. He carried his anger like a weapon, and I knew he would spend the entire ride home wondering whether Cressida was still safe. That was exactly what I wanted. Zara walked beside me in silence for several minutes before she finally stopped. “You could have just killed him.” I kept walking. She followed, her footsteps quickening behind me. “You had him sitting at your table, Calder. His guards were surrounded. Your men had arrows pointed at him. You could have ended this.” I said nothing. She moved in front of me, forcing me to stop. “Why didn’t you?” I looked at her. That was apparently the wrong answer. She pushed both hands against my chest. “Hey. I’m talking to you.” One of my men immediately stepped forward. “Stay where you are,” I ordered. The man stopped. Zara stared at me, breathing hard. “You said we
~Cressida’s POV~ The fortress had never felt this quiet. Not truly quiet. There were still guards changing shifts, servants carrying trays through the halls, and council members arguing over matters that suddenly seemed small. But Lucian was gone, and somehow every sound felt wrong without him. I stood near the window of the council chamber, watching two guards cross the courtyard below. “How long has it been my lady?” Alma asked. I looked over my shoulder. “Since they left?” She nodded. “Almost a day.” She sighed and came to stand beside me. “And no word?” “Nothing.” Her face tightened. “Do you think they found Calder yet?” “I think if they had, we would have heard something.” That was the answer I gave her. It was not the answer I believed. I turned back toward the courtyard and folded my arms across my chest. Lucian had gone after Elara with Rowan, Thorne, and Jace. Four people against a man who had already proven he could stay three steps ahead of
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!
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.







