LOGINZoriana sat quietly in the SUV, watching the landscapes blur past the window. They had spent less than twenty-four hours at the palace, yet a lifetime of secrets and schemes had already been unravelled.She was still struggling to process the truth: Gael and Tristan were brothers. She turned to look at Tristan, who was typing away on his phone, his expression cold and distant.How had she failed to notice it before? Gael’s hair was straight while Tristan’s had a slight wave, but they shared the same sandy blonde hue. Gael’s eyes were usually warm and friendly, unlike Tristan’s icy gaze, but the colour was identical. They shared the same strong jawline, the same straight nose, and the same broad, powerful build.“You’re staring so hard I’m thinking of charging for the view,” Tristan mocked. His eyes weren't cold now; they were full of mischief, and a warm smile tugged at his lips. “I know I’m irresistible, but please,
The moment the king moved to envelope Tristan—not Gael—in a tight, emotional hug, Zoriana’s brow knitted in confusion. She could hardly believe what she was witnessing. Was Tristan the King’s son? She glanced at Gael, but he pointedly avoided her gaze, his jaw tight with resentment.“What happened to you?” Tristan mumbles, his voice thick with shock. “I saw you two months ago; you were as healthy as an ox.”“The doctors cannot detect it, but I am growing weaker by the day,” the King said softly. His gaze flickered to Zoriana. “Tristan, did you find a mate? It would be a balm for my soul to know someone finally has your heart.”“What?” Zoriana’s mind raced. “Does he not know Fairuza exists?”“Maybe that’s why Tristan never announced her,” Kalina suggested internally. “For some reason, he is hiding his mate.”“No, Alpha Zoriana is just a friend,” Tristan replied, and Zoriana caught the flicker of disappointment in the King’s eyes. Tristan t
Zoriana looked in the mirror; a sleepless night had left its mark on her face. To make matters worse, the outfits left for her in the closet seemed designed to highlight her exhaustion. The rack was filled with pastel pinks, pale lavenders, mint greens, and neon yellows—everything that made her look washed out. She couldn't attend breakfast in yesterday’s ball gown, so she settled on a light lavender knee-length dress and flat sandals, applying enough makeup to look less like a ghost.Too many thoughts were swirling in her head. She was supposed to be relieved that Gael hadn't betrayed her, yet the news hadn't brought the peace she expected. She hated to admit it, but she felt a twinge of shame: last night, she had almost asked Tristan to stay. She didn't know why; she just needed him close. She needed to hear his voice, even if it were cold and sarcastic as usual.An Omega escorted her to the dining hall—a cavernous room of white marble and far too much gold. The
Tristan spotted Zoriana’s silhouette as she bolted from the indoor gardens as if her life depended on it. Moments later, the Queen exited the greenery, her face twisted into a smug, victorious smile.Something was terribly wrong.“This has nothing to do with us,” Mars, his wolf, howled in his mind. “Go to Zoriana. Comfort her.”But Tristan was already striding into the gardens. He needed to see exactly what had shattered Zoriana and made the Queen so remarkably happy. He pushed through the lush foliage and stopped utterly shocked. Gael was making out with Flavia passionately. Tristan had known Gael since they were pups, and he knew Flavia was the last person the Prince would ever choose—even for a moment of mindless lust.As Tristan moved closer, Flavia jumped from Gael’s lap, frantically covering her breasts and pulling her dress back over her chest.“Tristan, you pervert!” she shrieked.“As far as I know, I’m walking in the pal
The music for the traditional dance began, and Tomas—an Alpha Zoriana barely knew—escorted her to the floor. As the couples formed a circle, she allowed herself to lose track of time; Tomas was a skilled partner. But the dance required frequent partner changes, and fate was rarely on Zoriana’s side.Of the hundreds of Alphas present, the next man to rotate into her arms was Ryder.“Everything I said in the garden is true,” he whispered, his gaze burning into her. “I won’t stop until I win you back.”Zoriana rolled her eyes, trying to rotate away to avoid the conversation. “Ryder, you have a fated mate and a pup on the way. It’s time to move on.”Before he could start another tiresome declaration of eternal love, the partners shifted again. Zoriana thought she couldn't get a worse partner, but she was wrong. Alpha Fabian’s hands wrapped around her waist, his grip bruisingly tight. His eyes narrowed into a hateful glare.“I won’t lie,” he h
“My advisor,” Gael said, and Zoriana’s heart fell disappointed. Her wolf whimpered in her mind, rolling in the fur ball to grieve. “I didn't know you treasured your employees so much,” Tristan smirked, his sarcastic undertone sharp enough to draw blood. “She is also my auditor... and perhaps, my fated mate.” Zoriana gasped, and Gael pressed his lips into a thin line, fighting the urge to lunge at Tristan. “That cannot be,” Gael said, steadying his breath. “Why? Are heartless devils not allowed to have mates?” Tristan teased. “No—it’s just that Alpha Zoriana would have told me. It’s unethical to audit a mate’s pack,” Gael defended, clutching the first lie that came to his mind. “Unethical to ensure her mate's pack has an adequate defence system a







