* Cerberus *I watched from the shadows of the northern corridor—an old habit I hadn't quite broken, even after stepping down as Alpha. Maybe I never would. Maybe part of me would always be the warhound, the sentinel, the shield in the dark.She hadn't asked me to be there. And gods, that made me want her more.Alpha Zeina was flame incarnate, sharp and steady, burning through doubt like a forge cleans impurities from steel. Watching her face Soren alone, seeing her spine hold beneath the weight of his disdain, reminded me of the first time I saw her walk into fire and come out without screaming. She didn't command with fear. She didn't posture. She didn't roar to prove her dominance.She was dominance. Steady. Certain. Sovereign. But it cost her.Even if she didn't show it, I could feel the heaviness settle into her bones with every step she took away from the table, every cold exchange, every bowed head full of resentment rather than allegiance. They didn't see her yet, not truly. T
* Zeina *By midday, the quiet was gone. The sun had risen with deceptive grace, gilding the jagged edge of the mountains and casting golden fire over the black stone of the keep. It painted everything in beauty, but beneath that gilded mask, unrest festered. Not loud or violent, not yet, but in the low tones of whispered conversations that halted when I entered a room, in glances exchanged too quickly to be casual, and in the subtle way power seemed to pulse just out of reach, like a live wire waiting for a spark.The fires of war had burned away the obvious enemies. The battlefield was silent now, but the true test had only begun. Peace, I was realizing, was more dangerous than war. At least with war, the enemies were clear. With peace came the slow erosion, doubt disguised as questions, dissent wrapped in smiles, fractures too small to call treason but sharp enough to draw blood if stepped on carelessly.Cerberus had been their Alpha. Their war god. Their shield. Their fire.To som
* Cerberus *That night, the fires in the courtyard burned low, fed not by the desperation of war, but by the quiet thrum of something steadier, loyalty, rebirth, peace. And yet, beneath all of it, under the pulse of ceremony and the echoed howls, there was another fire still burning. One far older. One that belonged to her and me.Zeina had returned to the war room for a final set of briefings with Beta Kael and Beta Aldin. Donna gave me a glance before she followed, half amusement, half warning. Don't be reckless with her, that look said. But we both knew it was too late for caution. I had claimed Zeina in more than ritual. And tonight, I would show her that nothing in this keep, not title, not legacy, not throne, meant more than the bond between us.The high tower chamber was dark when I entered it. Not empty, not cold. Just waiting. Like the mountain waited for the moon to rise. I shed the cloak around my shoulders, unbuckled the leathers at my waist, moving silently through the r
* Zeina *Dawn came slow.Not in streaks of gold or fanfare of birdsong, but as a hush, soft and sacred, over the keep. The kind of morning born not from peace, but survival. The kind that only comes after something is taken back with blood and fire. I stood at the window of the high tower, where the old Alpha once ruled, the cold stone beneath my feet warmed by the weight of my choice.This was mine now. Not gifted but claimed.Outside, the banners of the Western Pack stirred gently in the wind, deep navy and silver, stitched with the new sigil Donna had sewn herself, a crescent wolf howling over jagged mountain peaks. No longer Robert's sun and serpent. No longer Alpha King Zed's twin blades of unity.Ours.I could feel them, my wolves. Some still slept in their quarters below, others trained at the southern fields, keeping watch along the borders. But there was something else now threading through them, something I hadn't tasted since I was a girl running barefoot through the fores
* Cerberus *We didn't descend the mountain that night.We stood atop it like gods risen from the ash, like ghosts returned to reclaim the names stolen from us. The wind howled through the stones, threading through the ancient ruins like it was singing a song it had waited centuries to finish. Around us, warriors still knelt, some with heads bowed, others watching with tear-bright eyes and bared throats.And in her silence, Zeina held the mountain.She didn't flinch. Didn't falter. Her spine was steel. Her eyes, wildfire. And though my body trembled with the aftershocks of the Trial, I found myself standing straighter because she stood beside me.I wasn't just hers now. I was worthy of her.The moment lingered like breath on the edge of winter, fragile, sacred. Then Alpha King Zed approached us again, no crown, no guards, only the weight of legacy pressing into his shoulders."I'm returning to the capital," he said softly, eyes flicking between us. "The Council will follow."Zeina did
* Zeina *The moment the doors sealed behind him, something inside me splintered.Not in fear. Not in helplessness. But in fury. A quiet, steady kind. The kind that burns slow and permanent beneath the ribs. My hands trembled at my sides, not from doubt, but from restraint. From the battle it took not to scream, not to tear the mountain apart stone by stone until he came back to me.Cerberus. My mate.He'd always been flame and steel and thunder, but now... he was sacrifice. He was loyalty. He was everything I had ever fought to protect, and everything I never believed I deserved.Donna moved beside me, silent as always. Her hand ghosted over mine but didn't press. She knew. She had always known. We stood as still as sentinels, watching the ancient doors like they were a wound carved into the mountain itself. The Circle murmured around us, voices like vultures, some in awe, others in disbelief, some still blinded by tradition. But none of them mattered.Because he was in there. Burnin