LOGINSelena’s POV
It has been three days since the kitchen assistant ate the food I prepared for Alpha Liam, and those three days have felt like three cursed years. Every morning since then, I wake to something new outside my door, flowers, sweet cakes, ribbons, even a ridiculous hand-carved wooden heart with my name scratched into it. At first, I thought it was some childish prank. But the notes… the notes are what make my skin crawl. I dreamt of yo
Liam's POV“Damn it!”The word tore out of me before I could contain it.I moved across my chamber like a caged animal, boots striking against polished stone as I paced from the tall French doors to the massive bed draped in dark velvet. Beyond the balcony, the night hung heavy over the kingdom, silent and watchful. Inside, my temper burned hot enough to scorch the walls.The report was still crushed in my fist.I couldn’t remember the last time fury had sat this deep in my bones. Everything was slipping sideways. Plans I had spent months building were unraveling thread by thread, and if the council thought for one second they could interfere in my private affairs, they had gravely miscalculated.They were testing me.Because I wore the crown.Because they believed t
Madeline’s POVI knew ma'am wanted more that anything to stop me from saving the guard so I won't get punished, but then she just didn't want to interfere because that will land me in even bigger problems.They seized me before the thunder finished echoing.One moment I was standing in the execution square, my hands still trembling from the surge of power I had released, and the next, iron fingers clamped around my arms.“Take her!”“No, wait!”“She disrupted the ritual!”“Don’t damage her!”The witches were shouting over each other, their voices colliding in panic. Some sounded furious. Others sounded afraid.The guards did not hesitate.They dragged me across the cracked wooden platform,
Aurelia’s POVI heard about the execution before the sun rose.Whispers travel faster than orders in this palace. They slip under doors, curl around corners, settle in your chest before you even understand what you’re hearing.“They’re executing someone at dawn.”“For treason.”“For sabotaging the ritual.”I froze mid-step in the corridor, a bucket of water sloshing against my leg.I knew all of this was just connected to Selena, because ever since Liam took over Selena has been the one calling the shots! Sometimes I wonder why Liam did all of that to get back a throne he wasn't that interested in.Before I could ask more, the head maid’s voice sliced through the hallway. “Aurelia.”I turned s
Aurelia’s POVI thought things would get better after Selena was thrown into the dungeon.I was wrong. If anything, my life became worse.The moment she was locked away, the servants turned vicious. The guards stopped pretending to be neutral. Even the head maid, who once barely acknowledged my existence, suddenly remembered I was beneath her.“Aurelia, scrub the west wing floors.”“Aurelia, the laundry isn’t folded properly.”“Aurelia, why are you standing? Move!”It didn’t matter that I had already been working since dawn. It didn’t matter that my hands were cracked and bleeding from harsh soap and cold water. They piled work on me as if I had personally offended them.Maybe I had. Maybe my existence was offensive.
Selena’s POVThe room felt like it had turned to ice the moment Shannon stepped forward. Every eye in the council hall fixed on her, but it wasn’t just the council members, it was Liam. His gaze was filled with hatred and I felt myself shrinking under it.Shannon’s voice rang out, clear, cold, and venomous. “The child in Selena’s womb,” she said, turning her attention to everyone in the room, “belongs not to Alpha Liam, but to the kitchen assistant.”My stomach dropped like a stone. I froze, unsure whether to breathe or scream. My heart pounded against my ribs, a deafening drum, and my throat went dry.“No!” I shouted, my hands clenching at my sides, my nails digging into my palms. “That’s a lie! That’s not me! Liam, listen to me, please, you have to listen!”But it was
Shannon’s POVThe next week was hell. Absolute, relentless hell. Every morning I woke to whispers and stares, even from those who had no right to judge me. By midday, the palace halls buzzed with news of me. Shannon the murderer. Shannon, the hybrid without a wolf. Shannon, the one who orchestrated the death of the late king.I tried to ignore it. The ministers called for me repeatedly, each summons more insistent than the last. By the fourth day, I knew this would not blow over.“Luna Shannon,” one minister said during a heated conference, “the people are asking questions. We are asking questions. Did you murder the late king?”I exhaled slowly, letting my rage simmer beneath the surface. Calm, composed, I looked at them, meeting every gaze evenly. “No,” I said flatly. “I did not. These are baseless rumors spread by someone
Aurelia’s POVThe dungeon smelled of smoke.Blood. Fear. Old stone soaked with centuries of screams.My body was still trembling from the rogue’s grip when the shadows shifted again. At first, I thought it was my vision blurring from pain, my eyes struggling to adjust in the dim torchlight. Then a
Aurelia’s POVThe forest swallowed me whole.Branches lashed against my skin as I bolted between the trees, barefoot, bleeding, my lungs felt like they couldn't take it anymore, breathing became a chore at that point. Every step sent sharp pain slicing up my legs, stones biting into my soles, thorn
Aurelia’s POVSelena’s arm was locked around me like iron.No matter how much I struggled, how violently I twisted, she didn’t loosen her grip. If anything, she held me tighter, her forearm crushing against my throat until every breath burned.“Stop fighting,” she hissed against my ear. “You’re mak
AURELIA'S POVThe arrow struck with a sharp thwack, slicing clean through the air before embedding itself into Selena’s wrist.She screamed.A sound so shrill and furious it made my ears ring.I spun around instinctively, my heart slamming violently against my ribs, my vision swimming as I tried to







