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MAYA
The only thing I could hear was my heart pounding like a drum inside my chest. Each beat was louder than the last and my breathing came out in short painful gasps as I stared at the nightmare unfolding before me.
My people were being slaughtered like animals.
Blood painted the ground red and screams filled the air like a horrible song that would never leave my memory. All of this was happening because of me. Because I chose to fall in love with the wrong person.
"Maya!" A voice cut through the chaos and snapped me out of my frozen state. I spun around and my eyes went wide when I saw my mother running toward me through the smoke and fire.
She was alive.
Joy exploded inside my chest and I could not stop the tears from pouring down my face as I ran toward her. I thought Damien had killed them a long time ago. I thought I would never see her face again.
A gunshot cracked through the air.
Then two more followed.
Then one final shot.
I stopped dead in my tracks. My whole body began to shake as I watched my mother drop to her knees. The light faded from her eyes like a candle being blown out and she collapsed face first onto the dirt.
Everything went quiet.
Slowly I raised my head and there he was. Damien stood there with the gun still pointed forward and that smile on his face. That same smile that once made my heart flutter now made my skin crawl with disgust.
A scream tore out of my throat. It was not just a scream. It was four years of love and trust being shattered into a million pieces. It carried all my betrayal and anger and regret. If I had never fallen in love with him none of this would have happened. Every single death was on my hands.
"Grab her. She is coming with me" Damien ordered the guards standing near me.
Before they could reach me I spotted a knife on the ground. I dove for it and pressed the blade against my throat. If I was going to die then it would be on my own terms.
A gunshot rang out and the knife flew from my hand. Pain shot through my fingers and I gasped as I looked up at Damien who was already storming toward me.
"Are you stupid?!" He yelled as the guards grabbed my arms and forced me to my knees. His eyes burned with anger as he stood over me.
As soon as he was close enough I gathered whatever saliva I had and spat directly on his face.
"Just let me die now because as long as I am alive I will make sure you pay for everything you have done" I said through clenched teeth.
He chuckled softly as he wiped his face clean. Then he grabbed my chin so hard I thought my jaw would crack.
"Now why would I kill my dearest mate? That would just cause me unnecessary pain and who wants that?" He whispered and I glared at him with every ounce of hatred I had left.
"You should kill her Damien. She is the daughter of those traitors and deserves to die" Gabriel said as he appeared from behind his brother. His cold eyes locked onto mine without a shred of mercy.
"She stays alive" Damien replied without looking away from me. "You know I cannot have children with anyone else but my mate and I need an heir. So I am keeping her. Take her away and round up the survivors. They will serve as slaves in our pack."
He turned to face the crowd of his warriors and raised his voice. "Let it be known that this is now Crescent Moon territory!"
They all cheered and roared with victory while tears streamed down my face in silence. How could they celebrate after killing so many innocent people? How could the man I loved for four years be this monster?
The darkness crept into the edges of my vision and I welcomed it with open arms. I was done fighting.
When I opened my eyes again I was lying on the cold hard floor. A girl was giggling somewhere nearby and the sound made my stomach turn.
I blinked and looked around. I was in Damien's bedroom. The same room where he and I used to hold each other. Where he whispered promises he never meant to keep.
The giggling came again and I turned my head toward the sound. My blood ran cold when I saw Isabella sitting on his bed kissing him. His hands were wrapped around her waist and he was smiling at her like she was his whole world.
I hated myself for it but seeing them together still hurt. The mate bond was like a chain around my heart that kept squeezing tighter no matter how much I wanted it to break.
They both turned to look at me at the same time. There was nothing in Damien's eyes. No guilt. No recognition. It was like he was looking at a stranger.
"Why did you not just kill her off?" Isabella asked while glaring at me.
My heart cracked wide open when he pulled her closer and kissed her cheek. "Because she is going to be my breeder. I need an heir. Plus she is going to be your new maid. You can do whatever you want with her my love."
I looked away because I could not watch anymore.
Did he not realize I was his mate? Could he not feel the bond? Had everything we shared for four years been nothing but a lie? How could someone pretend to love another person for that long?
"Then why is she in here? Why is she not in the maid quarters?" Isabella whined.
"Because she needs to take lessons. She is not very good in bed so I am going to make love to you in front of her" he said.
I froze completely before whipping my head around to face him. He was already staring at me and his eyes were completely unreadable. It terrified me.
"So I am good in bed?" Isabella giggled.
He hugged her tight while keeping his eyes locked on mine. "You are a beast. No one compares to you."
I turned away again as pain ripped through my chest. Why was this stupid bond still tying me to this monster?
A knock on the door interrupted them.
"Speak!" Damien commanded.
"Your attention is needed Alpha" someone called from the hallway.
He sighed and pulled away from Isabella. "I will be back my love. Do not be mean to her okay?"
"When am I ever mean?" she replied with a sweet voice that made me sick.
I felt his eyes on me as he lingered by the door but I refused to look at him. I would not give him that satisfaction. Finally his footsteps faded and the door clicked shut behind him.
"Well well."
I turned as Isabella climbed off the bed and walked toward me slowly. She was stunning. Perfect skin and a body that could make anyone feel invisible.
Insecurity tried to crawl its way up to the surface but I shoved it down and held her stare without flinching.
"He was right. You are not even that beautiful but I will not take any chances. Ethan!" she yelled.
Damien's beta walked in and my eyes went wide. He and I had always been on good terms but now he would not even look at me.
"The female survivors from the raid. Most of them are being sold off right?" Isabella asked.
My heart nearly stopped. My people were being sold?
"Yes. Why?" Ethan replied.
She pointed her finger directly at me. "I want her sold too."
ISABELLAThe letter arrived at midnight.I held it under the single candle burning in my room. Read the words that had become my only comfort in the weeks since Damien stopped looking at me like I mattered.*Meet me at the usual place. Dawn. Come alone.*No signature. None needed. Lord Kael's handwriting was distinctive. Sharp angular strokes that matched the calculated precision of the man himself.I dressed in the darkness. Simple clothes. Nothing that would draw attention. A cloak to hide my face. The streets were dangerous this late but I did not care.Danger was better than sitting in this empty house waiting for Damien to remember I existed.The meeting place was a abandoned chapel on the eastern edge of Crescent Moon territory. Neutral ground. Private. No one came here anymore since the roof collapsed ten years ago.
DAMIENThe scout arrived at dusk covered in dirt and blood.He stumbled into my tent. Collapsed to his knees. Breathing hard like he had run the entire way back from the western border."Report" I said."The ambush failed Alpha. We lost three fighters. Fifteen captured."I set down the map I had been studying. Turned to face him fully."How?""They were waiting for us. Knew exactly where we would hit. Had forces positioned in perfect cover. It was like they read our entire plan before we executed it."My jaw tightened. "Someone talked.""No Alpha. It was not that. It was her."My blood went cold. "Her?""The Queen. She was there. Leading the Lycan forces. She predicted our attack. Set the trap herself."The words hit me like a physical
MAYAThe war room erupted when I volunteered."Absolutely not" Asher said. His voice carried the weight of a king who expected obedience. "You are not going to an active combat zone.""I know how Damien thinks. I know his patterns. I can predict where he will hit next.""Then tell the soldiers. Give them your assessment. You do not need to be in the field."I planted my hands on the table. Leaned forward. Met his silver eyes across the map."I need to be there. Not sitting in this palace theorizing while other people risk their lives on intelligence I provided.""Maya.""I am going Asher. With your blessing or without it."The room went silent. No one spoke to the Lycan King that way. Especially not in front of his military leadership.Through the bond I felt his response. Ang
ASHERThe alarm bells rang at three in the morning.I was already awake. Standing at the window of my study watching the pre-dawn darkness. Sleep had become something I stole in fragments. Minutes here. An hour there. Never enough. Never restful.The bond with Maya hummed steadily. She was sleeping. Finally. After the training session with Rhea that left her so exhausted she could barely walk.I felt her wake the moment the bells started. Felt her confusion shift to alertness. To fear.Then I felt her move. Getting dressed. Arming herself. Heading toward the palace.She would come. Of course she would. My queen who could not stay away from danger even when every instinct should tell her to run.Ethan burst through my door without knocking."Western border. Multiple contacts. Fast moving assault."
MAYARhea found me on the training grounds before dawn.I was running through drills. The same combinations she had beaten into me over months of brutal sessions. My body moved on instinct now. Muscle memory carved from repetition and pain and the refusal to stay down.She watched from the edge of the field. Silent. Arms crossed. That unreadable expression she wore when she was evaluating something.I finished the sequence. Turned to face her."Your form is sloppy" she said."Good morning to you too.""Morning has nothing to do with it. Your left guard drops when you pivot. That will get you killed."I reset. Went through the combination again. Focused on keeping my guard up.Better. Not perfect. But better.Rhea walked onto the field. Stopped three feet away.
MAYAThe balcony had become our neutral ground.Not the war room where politics and strategy required masks we were both tired of wearing. Not my house in the settlement where the distance felt like an accusation. Not his chambers where the bed stood as a reminder of intimacy we had not yet reclaimed.The balcony. Where the night air was cold and the stars were distant and we could exist side by side without the weight of everything broken between us.We met there most evenings now. After war councils. After training. After long days spent preparing for a battle that crept closer with every sunrise.We talked. Careful. Measured. Like two people learning a language neither had quite mastered.Tonight I arrived first. Leaned against the stone railing and watched the settlement below. Lights flickered in windows. My people settling in for the ni
MAYAThe message was written on a scrap of cloth no bigger than my palm.Nora found it tucked inside a supply crate that came through the eastern trade post. Someone had stitched the words into the fabric with rough uneven thread. The kind of stitching done by hands that were trembling or weak or b
MAYAIt started with a book.I found it outside my door three days after the war room meeting. No note. No name. Just a worn leather bound volume with gold lettering on the spine. A collection of battle strategies used by ancient wolf packs.I knew it was from him. No one else in this palace would
ASHERTwenty years ago.The palace was too big for a boy my size.Every hallway stretched on forever. Every ceiling reached up so high I could not see where it ended. Every room echoed with emptiness no matter how many candles were lit or how many servants walked through.I was eight years old and
ASHERCommander Rhea never requested private meetings.In fifteen years of service she had reported through official channels. Written assessments. Formal debriefs. She was military to her core and protocol was her religion.So when she appeared at my study door at ten in the evening and said "We n







