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“Jo!” someone shouted from outside her room.
“Damn it,” she muttered under her breath. She quickly dog-eared her page and slid the book under her pillow just as the door burst open.
“Our Alpha’s expecting important guests soon,” said Polly, practically bouncing with excitement. “We have to start the preparations!”
Polly, her black hair swishing as she moved, clapped her hands like a child on sugar. She was Jolene’s roommate, and perpetually high on life.
“Oh! And the warriors are returning today!” she added, shaking Jolene’s arm with glee.
Jolene gave her a knowing look. “Jake, right?” she said dryly.
Polly blushed but didn’t deny it. Jake was a young warrior always sent away on assignments, a constant heartbreak for Polly.
“I already helped Gina with her wardrobe. She said I’m done for the day,” Jolene offered, hopeful.
“Alpha said all omegas are needed, kitchen or mansion. Your choice.” Polly smirked.
“Fine,” Jolene sighed. “Kitchen.”
She didn’t even get to tie her apron before chaos erupted.
Slap. Slap.
“You little bitch!” Gina’s voice echoed down the hallway.
Jolene stepped out of the kitchen just in time to see Gina yank a young girl’s hair.
Lucy.
Eight years old, accused of killing her own mother. Nobody believed her cries of innocence back then. They said her fingerprints were on the dagger. But Jolene always suspected she’d been framed. The evidence came too easily.
“You think you’re better than me, huh? Whore!” Gina’s boot collided with Lucy’s ribs.
Lucy didn’t fight back. She never did.
“Miss!” Jolene called out, loud and clear.
Gina paused mid-slap. “What is it, Jo?”
“The Alpha… he was asking for you. Right now,” Jolene lied, managing a straight face.
Gina blinked, fluffed her hair, and hurried off, forgetting Lucy entirely.
Jolene exhaled and crouched beside the trembling girl. “Come on,” she said gently. “Let’s get you out of here.”
“I’ll be fine,” Lucy whispered, trying to stand, but her knees buckled.
“Nice try.” Jolene steadied her and led her down the hall, away from prying eyes.
She hesitated at the door to Lucy’s usual room, a dingy basement crawling with insects and stale air. There was no way she’d leave anyone in that place, not tonight.
Instead, she led Lucy to her own room.
“Just stay low,” Jolene said as she helped her into bed. “Gina will cool off eventually.”
Lucy looked around, overwhelmed. “No one’s ever helped me before,” she said softly.
Jolene offered a small smile. “Well, now someone has.”
She rummaged through her drawers and handed Lucy a clean shirt and joggers. “Change into these. Rest. I’ll cover your shift in the kitchen.”
By the time Jolene finished plating the final dish (seared steak with cream risotto, brioche buns, fresh juice), the mansion buzzed with anticipation. Guests would arrive any minute now.
She was lining glasses on a trolley when a furious growl ripped through the air.
Her heart froze. Alpha Jayden.
People were already crowding near the entrance as she stepped out of the kitchen. Curious murmurs, gasps.
At the center of it all: Lucy.
She stood there, terrified, facing Alpha Jayden’s wrath.
“You can’t be my mate!” he bellowed, eyes burning.
The room went silent.
Lucy stood frozen, lips parted, eyes brimming with fear and disbelief.
Shock rippled through the crowd.
Gina’s face twisted into something vicious. She looked like she could kill.
And Jolene?
Jolene stood still, watching from the edge of the crowd, her heart sinking.
Because Lucy wasn’t the Alpha’s true mate.
She was.
But no one knew.
Not even Alpha Jayden himself.
He did not take her far.Just past the last of the fires, to where the ground sloped down toward the water and the noise of the camp thinned out into wind. There was a flat rock there, half dry. He sat down on it and pulled her down beside him and did not say anything for a while.He took her hand instead, and turned it over, and looked at it. Checking. He had done it twice at the crack and he would keep doing it for months without knowing he was doing it."Say something," he said eventually. "Anything. I do not care what it is."Jo considered it."Your eyebrows," she said, "are doing a thing."Dante made a sound that was half a laugh and half something far worse, and pulled her into his chest, and did not let go.She let him.He was not in good shape and she could feel all of it. The blood dried down one side of his jaw. A rib that moved wrong under her cheek. His hair too long and stiff with salt, gold eyes ringed with silver and rimmed red underneath, five days of poison still work
Her hands started shaking first.Not the way hands shake from cold or fear. A fine, hard tremor, wrist to fingertip, like something enormous was trying to fit itself through them.Lucy felt it and let go.Then Jo's back arched off the wet stone, and she came up off the ground.Not standing. Rising. Six inches, then a foot, then higher, the soaked white dress hanging straight down beneath her and the water peeling up off the rock and following her into the air in long ropes that never fell.The light came out of her chest.It went white, and then past white, and then it was not light any more so much as a shape around her, a burning halo that started at her ribs and stretched out until she was standing at the centre of a sun.And every person on that ground had the same thought at the same time.It was never in the orb.She is the power the orb commands.The orb cracked.It lay where Victor had set it down, and it split along its whole length with a sound like a bone breaking, and the
There was no pain.That was the first thing Jo understood, standing barefoot on wet sand under a sky that had no colour and every colour at once.The second thing she understood was that she could speak."Oh," she said out loud, and burst into tears at the sound of her own voice.She had been silent for six weeks. She had screamed inside her own skull until her head rang and nothing had ever come out, and now she stood on a shore and said "oh" and heard it, and she sat down in the sand and sobbed like a child until she could not breathe.The sea waited."I know this place," she said eventually, wiping her face.You should. You have been coming here for months.She got up very slowly.The water was rising. Not as a wave. As a shape, coming up out of the deep and taking form as it came, coils going out past the edge of what she could see and still going, a head the size of a house crowned in something between coral and light.And the eyes.She would have known those eyes at the bottom o
By the fifth day the allied camp at the Abyssal Gate had stopped being a camp.The line had bent back twice. The eastern picket was gone entirely, and what was left of it had folded into the centre, and the centre was a ring of exhausted wolves and vampires standing shoulder to shoulder around a hole in the limestone, holding a position that had no strategic value whatsoever except that it was the only door and nobody was willing to be the one who let go of it.They were not fighting the sea creatures. Nobody could fight the sea creatures. The beasts were elsewhere, eating coastlines.What came up through the crack were demons, and they came up in shifts, all day and all night, and the wolves killed them and killed them and the crack kept producing more.Ian had not slept in four days. He had stopped pretending he was going to. He fought on the north face with a blade in each hand because his wolf had given out on the second day and he had not told anybody.Sarah fought beside him.Th
The orb had been awake for hours before Victor used it.He spent most of that time simply holding it, sitting on the drowned steps of Ledger Court with the water at his shins and the thing burning steadily in his cupped hands, learning what it would let him do.There were forty-one mythical sea creatures that the orb could summon.Forty-one. Curled in trenches and under ice shelves and in the black water beneath the fairy coast, most of them asleep for so long that the seabed had grown over them and made hills.Victor went through them slowly, the way a man goes through a wine list.Then he stood up, and put his hand flat on the surface of the water, and began.The first thing anyone in the six realms knew about it was the tide going out.Everywhere. At once. Every coast in every realm, and it did not stop where a tide stops. It went out until the harbours were mud and the ships were on their sides and the fishing villages of four kingdoms were standing at the edge of their own seabeds
Ledger Court had not been dry in five years.The water stood at knee height through the lower galleries, still and black and warm as breath, and the great chandeliers of white coral hung burning above it with a light that had no source Dante could find. The throne room doors had been left open and the sea had simply walked in.Nobody stopped him at the entrance.That was worse than being stopped. Demon guards lined the corridor in full ceremonial black and every one of them stepped aside, and one of them bowed, and Dante walked the length of a drowned palace as an honoured guest to a wedding he had come to stop.Caleb stayed at the door, as ordered, jaw locked so tight it looked painful.Boss.Hold the door.If I do not hear from you in an hour I am coming in.Hold the door, Caleb.࣪ ִֶָ☾..☘︎ ݁˖-ˋˏ ༻❁✿❀༺ ˎˊ-He saw her through an archway.It was not intentional. He had been moving toward the sound of the hall and there was a side chamber open to his left with candlelight in it, and he
Lucy stared at her mate as if he’d grown a second head. She had to have misheard him. Surely.Caleb exhaled and rubbed at his temples, pacing a little like he was trying to find the right version of the truth.This wasn’t like him. Caleb was always loose-shouldered, playful, the type to crack a joke
As Jo led Dante toward the hunting ground, the noise of the gathering crowd grew louder and louder.Jo’s stomach twisted in disgust.Every year, the Dark Slayer pack held their "traditional hunt" — a brutal bloodsport where captured slaves were hunted down and killed. They weren’t just demons, eith
"I’m only joking, Miss Jo," Dante said with a smirk tugging at his handsome mouth.Jo didn’t believe him for a second. He knew something. She could see it in the way he watched her — sharp, too sharp.She would need to get back to her room later to reinforce the masking of her scent. She also had
"Caleb, any updates?" Dante mindlinked, already knowing his friend was probably in bed with another she-wolf."Nah, man," Caleb replied casually. "I was busy dealing with a... rather important issue that required my immediate attention."Dante rolled his eyes and sighed heavily. Of course.They wer







