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Cassian's POVI had encountered many formidable challenges in my life: hostile future Alphas, bitter territorial disputes, and my own father. Unfortunately, none of them quite compared to Artemis.Unlike everyone else I met, Artemis seemed genuinely, deeply committed to disliking me. She did it for absolutely no reason at all. I was charming, reasonably intelligent, and exceptionally handsome. Yet, every single time I spoke to her, she looked at me as though she were actively reconsidering the kingdom's laws regarding murder. It was fascinating. And, admittedly, it was becoming a bit of a problem, mostly because I couldn't stop thinking about her.The problem persisted the very next morning. I spotted her sitting alone in the sun-drenched palace gardens, lost in a book. It was a perfect opportunity. Naturally, I walked directly toward her.Artemis noticed my approach immediately. Her expression shifted from entirely peaceful to thoroughly annoyed in less than a second. "Good mornin
Artemis's POVI knew I was going to dislike him before I even met him.It wasn't because I was gifted with some mystical intuition, nor because my Crescent powers whispered warnings into my ear. It was simply because everyone kept talking about him. Whenever people spent that much time praising someone, disappointment was usually inevitable."The southern delegation arrives today." Mama glanced up from the documents spread across her desk.I was seated across from her, pretending to organize reports while actually doing everything in my power to avoid them. "That doesn't sound exciting enough," I sighed dramatically."It isn't the delegation." A knowing smile touched her lips. "Cassian."I groaned. The name alone had become deeply annoying. For three weeks, I had heard endless stories. Cassian this, Cassian that. The future Alpha of the Southern Territories. The brilliant warrior. The charming diplomat. The prince who could apparently talk his way out of any situation. It was exhaust
Selena's POVBy the end of my first full day in the Lycan Kingdom, I had come to one very important conclusion: everyone here was completely ridiculous. Especially when it came to Lucian.I was halfway through exploring the eastern wing of the palace when an older she-lycan stopped me near the grand staircase."Lady Selena," she said, her voice laced with hesitation.I smiled politely. "Yes?"She glanced nervously over her shoulder, lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper, and said, "I hope you're settling in comfortably.""I am, thank you."An awkward pause stretched between us before she finally blurted, "You should be careful around Prince Lucian."There it was again. The warning. That was the fifth one today, if not the sixth. I was genuinely starting to lose count. Folding my arms, I looked her dead in the eye. "And why exactly should I be careful?"She blinked, clearly taken aback by my bluntness. "As everyone knows... his powers can be unpredictable.""Has he ever harmed
Lucian's POVSix years had passed…People feared me. I noticed it long before anyone thought I did. The younger lycans lowered their eyes when I passed, and warriors twice my age measured their words carefully around me. Servants grew nervous whenever shadows trailed me through the palace corridors. It wasn't entirely their fault. I understood why.The stories had grown over the years, ballooning into myth. They whispered about the boy who had stepped through shadows as a child, the boy who had helped end a war before he was old enough to comprehend it, and the boy whose raw powers had once terrified even the strongest Alphas. Most of those tales were exaggerated. Some weren't. Either way, they all led to the same result: distance. People respected me, they obeyed me, and they feared me. Very few actually knew me. And honestly? I preferred it that way. At least, that's what I told myself.The training grounds echoed with the rhythmic sound of clashing weapons as I stepped into the a
Sera's POVOn the polished mahogany of my desk, the formal parchment from the Human High Council sat entirely untouched. I hadn't broken the heavy wax seal.As the hours bled toward morning, the strange thing was that the decision itself wasn't what kept my mind locked in a frantic loop. That part of the equation had actually become clear days ago. It was a long buried truth, a ghost I had carried in my shadow for nearly a decade.I knew that if I was truly going to choose this life, if I was going to choose a future beside Rylan, then I could no longer look him in the eye while hiding behind a shield of omissions. I stared out the window as the first fingers of dawn slowly painted the jagged horizon in strokes of brushed gold and violet. Then, with a quiet exhale, I stood up.I found Rylan exactly where I expected him to be: the western cliffs that flanked the outer ramparts, overlooking the vast valley below. For a long moment, I simply stood at the edge of the tree line and looked
Rylan's POVThree days. Three agonizing days of cowardice.That was how long I managed to dodge Sera. I didn't do it out of malice; I did it because every time her name crossed my mind, the echoed threats of that council chamber conversation paralyzed me. Leave or stay. Human or Lycan. Future or past. Every outcome was a weapon capable of fracturing whatever we've built.So, I defaulted to the only defense mechanism I knew. I buried myself in combat drills, scrutinized border patrol reports, and conducted midnight perimeter sweeps — anything to keep my body moving fast enough to outrun my thoughts.But Sera was infinitely sharper than me. She noticed the sudden avoidance immediately. On the first day, she tracked me to the triage center, and I slipped out the rear exit. On the second day, she intercepted me at the training ring, and I invented an urgent tactical meeting. By the third morning, she cornered me in the dining hall, and I practically fled the room.It was a pathetic disp
Xavier’s POVThe scent hit me first — wrong, oily, metallic, and slithering through the corridors like a smear of rot. It didn’t belong anywhere in my wing, not in the guarded heart of the palace, not within twenty steps of where Alara slept.My Lycan surged to the surface before my mind could fully
Xavier’s POVI hadn’t slept properly in days — not since the argument in my office, not since the moment Alara’s eyes had gone cold and she turned her back on me. My lycan hadn’t stopped snarling at me since then, pacing relentlessly under my skin, demanding that I fix what I had broken.But she had
Alara’s POVThe moment Xavier tore his mouth from mine, grabbing my wrist — the one with the pulsing crescent mark — I knew the charade was over. My breath hitched as he pulled me hard against his side, turning instantly toward the main doors.“Rylan,” Xavier’s voice was a low, guttural growl that r
Alara’s POVThe morning should have been soft — warm sheets, tangled limbs, the quiet aftermath of a night neither of us would dare put into words just yet. But the moment I opened my eyes, the air felt wrong. Dense. Heavy. Like the world itself was holding its breath.Xavier felt it too.He was alr







