Mag-log in“What the hell does that mean?” I stepped toward him, ignoring his warning. “Mate bond? What is that?”
Thorne’s jaw clenched. “It’s not important right now. We have more pressing matters—”
“Not important?” The words came out sharper than I intended. “You just kissed me like—like that, and then jerked away saying some bond was activated between us, and now you’re telling me it’s not important?”
Thorne opened his mind, and closed again as if looking for the best explanation to give me.
But at that moment something clicked in my mind that made my heart stop.
Werewolves…years ago I have been so obsessed with reading paranormal romance and now…
Of course I thought it was all fiction, but with everything that has happened to me within the last 24 hours…
I shook my head as my mind went back to the stories. I have read about the Mate bond in almost all the novels.
“Wait.” My stomach dropped. “In the books I read, mate bonds meant—it means we’re bound together. For life. That you’re supposed to be my…” I couldn’t finish the sentence. “Oh god. Is that real? Are we—”
“Elara, breathe.”
“I can’t breathe!” My voice climbed higher. “I just found out werewolves are real, that I’m apparently one of them, and now you’re saying we’re magically bound together forever? I don’t even know you! I don’t know your last name or where you’re from or—”
“Elara.” He grabbed my shoulders, forcing me to meet his eyes. “Breathe. You’re panicking, and I need you, calm.”
I sucked in air, focusing on the steady pressure of his hands.
“Better?” he asked.
I nodded, not trusting my voice.
He released me, stepping back. “Good. Now listen. I know this is overwhelming, but we need to move. You’re not safe here.”
“Not safe from what?” I pulled his jacket tighter. “What the hell is going on? How did you even find me?”
Thorne ran a hand through his hair, that gesture I was starting to recognize as frustration. “You bonded with your wolf tonight. Fully. That kind of awakening sends out a signal—magical, unmistakable. Your family has been searching for you for nineteen years, Elara. They have a globe, enchanted by the Moon Goddess herself, that alerts them when any royal wolf bonds for the first time.”
“Royal?” The word felt foreign. “I’m not—”
“You are.” His voice was gentle now, patient. “You’re Princess Elara Silvermoon. Daughter of Queen Isolde, sister to the Alpha heir. You were taken as a baby, hidden in the human world with your wolf suppressed.”
My legs went weak and I sat hard in the grass. “That’s insane.”
“It’s the truth.” He crouched beside me. “Tonight, when you shifted, when your wolf fully emerged, the globe activated. That’s how I found you. I’m the pack’s Beta—second in command. Your brothers sent me to bring you home.”
Brothers. Family.
It all sounded like he was talking about someone else.
“My parents,” I whispered. “Tom and Sarah—”
“Are safe.” Thorne’s expression softened. “And they’ll stay safe as long as you’re not near them. Right now, you have zero control over your wolf. What if you’d shifted at home? What if you’d hurt them?”
The image was enough to shut me up.My claws ripping through Tom’s throat the way they’d torn through Theo’s. Sarah’s blood on my hands.
I shuddered.
“No.” I pressed my palms against my eyes. “I would never—”
“Not intentionally. But your wolf is new, unpredictable. The heat you’ve been feeling? That was her trying to break free. If you’d stayed in that cell much longer, if the moon had gotten any higher…” He didn’t finish. Didn’t need to.
I lowered my hands. “So what happens now?”
“Now?” Thorne stood, offering his hand. “I will take you home. To your real home. Where you can learn what you are, who you are. Where your family has been waiting nineteen years for you to return.”
I stared at his outstretched hand. Everything in me screamed this was crazy, impossible, too much too fast. But what choice did I have? I’d killed someone tonight. Transformed into a wolf. Discovered I was apparently royalty in a world I didn’t know existed.
Going back to Tom and Sarah’s tiny apartment, pretending to be normal, wasn’t an option anymore.
I took his hand.
He pulled me up, then raised his other hand. The air shimmered, tearing open like fabric. Through the rip, I glimpsed towering trees and moonlit paths.
“A portal?” My voice came out strangled.
“Magic is real too.” A hint of amusement touched his expression. “Try to keep up, princess.”
He stepped through, pulling me with him.
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The world reformed around us—massive gates wrought from silver and iron, intricate wolf designs carved into every surface.
Beyond them sprawled an entire community that shouldn’t exist. Houses ranging from modest cottages to sprawling mansions. People walking cobblestone streets in modern clothes. And wolves—actual wolves—running alongside children who laughed and played like this was completely normal.
“This is impossible,” I breathed.
“This is Silverwood.” Thorne shifted back to human form so smoothly I almost missed it, suddenly dressed in dark pants and a shirt that definitely hadn’t been there before. He took my hand. “Your home.”
We walked through the gates together.
The moment we crossed the threshold, everything stopped. Conversations died mid-sentence. People froze, staring at us. A woman dropped her basket, vegetables rolling across the stones.
“The princess,” someone whispered.
“She’s back,” another voice carried. “Thank the Moon Goddess.”
“After all these years…”
People bowed, some with tears streaming down their faces. I wanted to tell them they had the wrong person, that I was nobody, but Thorne’s grip on my hand kept me moving forward.
We approached a property that made the others look like guest houses—a mansion of pale stone and soaring windows, surrounded by manicured gardens. Guards stood at attention, armor gleaming.
“Beta Blackwood,” one said, bowing. Then his gaze found me. “Princess Elara. Welcome home.”
Princess Elara. The sound of it was so strange and bizarre but before I could think of a suitable response, the mansion’s doors burst open.
A woman emerged, maybe sixty, with silver threading through auburn hair that matched mine. She wore an elegant dress, carried herself like someone used to being obeyed, but the moment her eyes found me, she crumbled.
“My baby.” She ran, actually ran, closing the distance between us. “My baby girl. You’re alive. You’re finally home.”
She pulled me into an embrace, holding me tight with her entire frame shaking as shge sobbed into my shoulder.
Two young men followed her—tall, handsome in that devastating way that would’ve made me stammer in high school.
Though my mind noted, with strange satisfaction, that neither was as attractive as Thorne.
“Let her breathe, Mother.” The older one spoke gently, pulling the woman back. He had blond hair and warm brown eyes that studied me so closely as if scared that I might disappear.“She’s been through enough tonight.”
He turned to Thorne, gripping his shoulder. “Thank you for bringing her home.”
“Alpha Aiden,” Thorne acknowledged with a slight bow. “Luna Isolde.”
So the woman was my mother. The queen. And this man was my brother. The Alpha.
My head spun.
“Are you hurt?” The woman—Luna Isolde, my mother—cupped my face, searching for injuries. “Hungry? When did you last eat?”
“Prepare a bath!” the younger brother shouted toward the mansion. “And food! The princess needs—”
“I don’t understand.” The words tumbled out, before I could stop them, “I don’t understand what’s happening.”
Everything was just too much…happening too soon and it was all so overwhelming I felt like I would collapse from the weight of it all.
Thorne’s hand found my shoulder, and when I turned to him, he gave mea small smile, “These people are your family. You’re safe.”
“We’ll explain everything,” Aiden promised. “But first, let’s get you inside. Get you warm and fed.”
The younger brother—Liam, I remembered Thorne mentioning—grinned despite the tears on his face. “We have nineteen years of stories to catch up on, little sister.”
They ushered me toward the mansion, each of them speaking over the other, and inlet them guide me, too nub to resist.
“Elara.”
Thorne’s voice stopped me at the threshold. The others continued inside, perhaps not noticing that I even stopped.
He pulled me aside with a tight expression, “We need to keep the mate bond secret. No one can know, not your mother and most especially not your brothers.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Because your family just got you back after nineteen years. Because you’re a princess and I’m just a Beta. I am your brothers’ best friend and…this isn’t right. Because everything is complicated enough without adding—” He gestured between us. “This.”
Just a Beta.
“Fine,” I said, pulling away from his touch. “Whatever.”
“At the next full moon.” He caught my wrist gently. “We will reject the mate bond completely. Because this is like a taboo that cannot happen.”
THORNE'S POVMy brother laughed—a sound that made my skin crawl because it sounded exactly like mine."Kidnapping the queen might not have been part of the original plan," he said, still grinning. "But it's so much more fun this way, don't you think? The Mistress decided a little improvisation was in order.""You're insane." I kept my voice low, aware that anyone could walk past my door. "Do you have any idea what you've done? They're mobilizing the entire pack—""To search for their precious queen. I know." He examined his nails casually. "It was almost too easy, really. Following the main guards, staying close to her. And do you know the best part?" He looked up, his eyes—my eyes—gleaming with malicious amusement. "They all thought I was you. That's the perk of being identical twin brothers, isn't it?"My blood ran cold. "They saw you. With the queen.""They saw Thorne Blackwood, loyal Beta, doing his job." He shrugged. "No one questions the Beta when he's escorting the queen to her
[Thorne’s POV] ***I couldn’t stop pacing.Back and forth across my room like a caged animal. My wolf was clawing at my insides, demanding I do something, fix this, protect my pack.I’d failed.I had fucking failed to protect my queen. Failed to do the one job I’d been entrusted with since becoming Beta.And now Aiden and Liam were facing the unthinkable—their mother, taken. Possibly hurt, or possibly worse.My hands clenched into fists so tight my nails drew blood.But what broke my heart the most was the image of Elara’s face that was stuck in my head.The terror in her eyes when I’d told her. The way her entire body had started shaking, like she was coming apart at the seams. The broken sound she’d made before her brothers had rushed her out of the hall.My chest squeezed painfully.My mate was in agony, and I couldn’t comfort her. Couldn’t pull her into my arms and tell her we’d fix this, that everything would be okay. Couldn’t do anything except stand there like a useless fuckin
Hours later, the tension from this morning had settled into something manageable.My mother was still quiet. Still holding that ring Tom had given her like it might disappear if she let go. But she’d helped me get ready, had fixed my hair when my hands wouldn’t stop shaking, had told me I looked beautiful.We weren’t okay. Not yet. But we would be.Now I stood at the entrance to the main hall with Aiden on my right, Liam on my left, and Thorne a few steps behind, maintaining his annoying professional distance.Looking at his tight face, his blank and cold expression as he marched down the hall with us, it was hard to believe it was those same eyes that had looked at me with such heated intensity, that had made my entire body burn this morning.“Ready?” Aiden asked.I smoothed down the royal blue gown one more time. “As I’ll ever be.”The doors opened, and the hundreds of voices rising in a cheer caught me off guard… only for a second.Before I took in the sight, and I could not stop t
I couldn’t breathe.Trying to fill my lungs with air was proving to be an impossible task, because my chest and throat were too tight as I locked the door behind me.My whole life, every single piece of it had been nothing but intentional lies stacked on top of each other until I didn’t even know what was real anymore.Tom and Sarah. The two people I’d trusted most in this world were nothing but liars.Fucking liars.And because of their lies—because they’d hidden the truth, suppressed my wolf, kept me in the dark about what I was—I’d killed someone.Theo was dead because I hadn’t known. Because the shift had hit me without warning, without control, without any fucking clue what was happening to my body.If they’d just told me. If they’d just been honest instead of playing house and pretending I was their normal human daughter—A sob tore out of my throat.My hands were shaking. No—my whole body was shaking. The rage was building again, that same burning heat that had consumed me in t
“My queen?” I glanced at my brothers but the confusion I was feeling also reflected on their faces. “What’s going on? How do you know each other?”My mother hadn’t moved. She stood frozen in the doorway, staring at Tom and Sarah like she’d seen ghosts.“They were servants here,” she said finally, and her voice was hollow. “In the palace. Until they disappeared nineteen years ago without a word.”My stomach dropped.“Wait…” I looked between them. “You worked here? You knew about—about all of this? About what I am?”Sarah’s face crumpled. “Sweetie—”“How?” My mother’s voice cut through the room like a blade. She moved forward, and suddenly she wasn’t the gentle woman who’d been touching my hair and calling me darling. Rage burned in her eyes as she glared at the couple. “How is it fucking possible that you’ve had my daughter for nineteen years and never once thought to tell us she was alive?”“We couldn’t…” Tom started.“Couldn’t?” Her voice rose. “My daughter was stolen from her crib.
It was already sunrise but I was finding it hard dragging myself out of bed until a sharp and loud knock came at my door and I jerked up immediately, instantly on alert.For a second I thought it was a dream—another one of those where Thorne showed up at my window and I had to watch him leave again.But the knock came again, clearly letting me know that it was real.Real. Persistent.I stumbled out of bed with a groan, walked to the door, and yanked it open.Thorne stood there, his hand raised to knock again. His eyes met mine, then dropped.And widened.His gaze traveled from my face down to my chest, and I watched his jaw clench. Watched his pupils dilate as something dark and hungry flashed across his expression.That’s when I remembered what I was wearing.The silk robe I’d thrown on last night—pale pink, barely covering anything—had come loose while I slept. The front gaped open, exposing the curve of my breast, the lace edge of my underwear visible where the fabric had shifted.







