LOGINAlaricFinally, the ambulance arrived. The blaring siren cut through the silence that had fallen after Theodore’s collapse. Two paramedics rushed in with a stretcher, their white uniforms stark against the dark hues of the chamber. They moved quickly, lifting Theodore’s frail, trembling body onto the stretcher and securing the straps. Miranda trailed behind them, still sobbing uncontrollably, her cries echoing long after the doors shut behind her.Kelly made to follow, but Miranda turned mid-stride, her voice shrill and venomous even through tears. “Don’t you dare come to the hospital! Haven’t you done enough already?!”Kelly froze. The pain in her eyes was enough to make even the hardest heart falter, but she didn’t argue. She just stood there, hands clenched at her sides, trembling. I could feel her turmoil through our incomplete bond—the helpless ache, the guilt she didn’t deserve to bear.And as much as I wanted to let her go, she couldn’t. Not yet. This meeting—my announcement—wa
Alaric “You can scream all you want, Theodore,” I spoke coldly, “but it doesn’t change the facts.”My words cut through the air like a blade. Theodore stood there trembling, his old eyes wide and glistening. His chest rose and fell sharply as though he were fighting to breathe. He looked like a man whose entire world had just been ripped apart—and perhaps it had.“You don’t understand, your highness,” he began, voice hoarse and breaking, “the money in the treasury is the result of the hard work of many generations of people. It had always been the dream of my father—and the Alphas before him—for Red Moon to be a sustainable and self-sufficient Pack. How can it all be gone in such a short time? Especially in the absence of any natural disaster whatsoever?”I tilted my head, amused at his naivety. “Are you actually asking me that?”Theodore flinched as if the question itself was a slap. His mouth opened and closed helplessly. “No, your highness. I just—”“Ask the clown you crowned Alph
AlaricI gestured toward the old man, motioning for him to take his seat. Dietrich lowered himself back down slowly, his wrinkled hands gripping the head of his cane for balance. I could tell he was still watching me, that sharp, calculating gleam in his eyes that reminded me of a vulture waiting for something to die.But what truly caught my attention was Bryan.The bastard looked far too pleased, his lips curved in that self-satisfied smirk that made me want to wipe it off his face permanently. He actually thought this little revelation about the mark had tilted the odds in his favor. I could see it in his expression, in the way his chest puffed slightly, like a peacock flaunting its feathers.He thought he could win Kelly back.How pathetic.Bryan Shamrock was the kind of man who could stare at a pile of ashes and still convince himself there was fire. A classic narcissist. Blind to his own rot. He’d driven his Pack into ruin, lost his wife, and still had the audacity to believe hi
AlaricOr worse… was he telling the truth?I didn’t answer him right away. Instead, I reached out through the bond that connected me to my Beta.“Roderick.”His response came instantly, alert and cautious. “Your Highness, how—”“Is it true,” I cut him off, “that if chosen mates divorce, they can’t mark or be marked by someone else until the mark fades?”There was a pause. Too long. My pulse thudded once, hard. My irritation only grew.Roderick hesitated. I could feel his uncertainty through the link. When he finally spoke, his voice carried a note of discomfort.“Well… it’s not really common knowledge, but yes, that’s true. Though the bond between chosen mates isn’t nearly as strong as that of fated mates, it’s still a union blessed by the Moon Goddess. Even if they divorce, they can’t be marked by anyone else until the mark from their previous partner fades.”A sharp, dangerous stillness spread through me.I wanted to growl, to rip the air apart with the sound. But instead, I forced
AlaricThe air in the Grand Hall was thick enough to choke on. The tension rippled like a living thing, and I could hear the shallow breaths, the faint shuffling of shoes, the creak of chairs as no one dared to move too abruptly. My announcement still hung in the air like thunder that hadn’t yet faded.Then, with the slow grace of age and authority, the oldest man in the room rose to his feet. He used a carved wooden cane to steady himself, its golden handle gleaming from the sunlight. His movements were deliberate, unhurried, as if he knew that even time would wait for him to speak.Elder Dietrich.The name surfaced in my mind almost immediately, along with every scrap of information Roderick had ever relayed to me about him. He’d served as Beta under Kelly’s grandparents, back when they ruled as Alpha and Luna. Now he was the oldest surviving council member and, if Roderick’s intel was correct, the most respected man in the Pack. Some even said he was the one truly pulling the strin
Alaric The moment I stepped into the Grand Hall, the air shifted. The chatter that had filled the vast stone room evaporated in an instant, replaced by the sound of chairs scraping against the marble floor as every person present stood. Heads bowed low, voices echoing in unison.“Your Highness.”The sound rolled through the hall like a wave; reverent, fearful and hollow.I took my time approaching the dais, each step measured and deliberate. The throne, once Bryan’s, loomed ahead, carved from blackened oak and inlaid with gold. The seat of power for this Pack. Now my seat.As I sat, the leather creaked softly under my weight. My gaze swept across the room, and it didn’t take long to find him.Bryan.He stood among the other members of the hierarchy and elders, his posture stiff, his chin tilted in a poor imitation of pride. He wasn’t stupid enough to keep his head raised—no, he bowed like the rest but I caught the defiance in the corner of his eye, that subtle, seething glare he thou







