Se connecterI pulled free and walked out following the boy back toward the Alpha's quarters. With every step, the bond pulled stronger, a golden chain I couldn't break.
My wolf surged with excitement, eager to return to our mate.
Her mate. Not mine.
My heart remained hardened and my hands, I noticed distantly, had finally stopped shaking. The shock was wearing off, replaced by the cold clarity I'd cultivated over four years of surviving.
Let the bond pull. Let my wolf whine and beg. I knew who Adrian was. What he'd done. And no twist of fate, no cruel joke by the Moon Goddess, would change what needed to happen.
I reached his door and knocked twice, the sound echoing in the empty hallway.
"Enter."
I pushed open the door and stepped into the wolf's den.
Adrian stood by the window, his back to me, silhouetted against the fading light. He'd changed from his training clothes into dark pants and a simple shirt, his black hair still damp from washing.
"You asked for me, Alpha?"
He didn't turn. "Close the door."
My hand trembled slightly as I obeyed, the click of the latch impossibly loud.
"Come here."
Every instinct screamed at me to run. But I'd come too far, waited too long. So I crossed the room, stopping a respectful distance away.
"Closer."
I took another step. The bond hummed between us, a living current that made my skin prickle.
Adrian finally turned, and the full force of his attention nearly staggered me. Those sea-blue eyes studied my face with an intensity that felt like being stripped bare.
"Tell me the truth, Isora." His voice was quiet, almost gentle. "Who sent you?"
My heart stopped. "I don't understand—"
"Yes, you do." He moved toward me, predator-slow. "You're no rogue. Your scent… I can't perceive any, like your wolf is broken or suppressed. You carry yourself like someone who's been trained to fight. And when you look at me—"
He stopped just in front of me. "When you look at me, I see murder in your eyes."
I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think past the roaring in my ears.
"So I'll ask again." He tilted my chin up with one finger, forcing me to meet his gaze.
"Who. Sent. You?"
The mate bond screamed at the closeness begging me to lean into his touch. My wolf howled with need.
But buried beneath four years of grief and rage and iron-willed survival, something else stirred. Something that had been waiting for exactly this moment.
I smiled. Cold and sharp as an arrow.
"No one sent me, Alpha." My voice dropped to a whisper. "I came here all on my own."
His eyes narrowed. "Why?"
I held his gaze, letting him see past the mask for just one heartbeat. Let him see the truth of what I was.
To watch you die.
"I'm only here to work, Alpha. Surviving," I said instead, the lie bitter on my tongue.
His left brow arched. His jaw twitched—a muscle jumping beneath that sharp line like he was physically restraining himself from calling out my bullshit.
Silence stretched between us, heavy and suffocating. Then—
"Tell the Head Maid that I've assigned you here. Permanently."
The words were casual. Dismissive. Like he'd just commented on the weather.
My brain short-circuited.
"What!" The word exploded from me before I could stop it, loud and graceless and completely, utterly stupid.
Adrian's eyes cut to mine, and the look in them could've stopped my heart. Cold. Lethal. It could only be interpreted as “Do you want to die?”
Shit.
"Alpha, I—" I scrambled for words, for composure, for anything that would fix this. "It's only... one week... Yes. Right away. I'll tell her."
I bowed so fast I nearly gave myself whiplash and spun toward the door.
He wants to die early, I thought viciously as I reached for the handle. There's nothing anyone can tell me. Assigned to his quarters permanently? That's his death sentence signed and delivered.
"I'm not done, Isora."
His voice was low. Quiet. The kind of quiet that made predators pause mid-hunt. He doesn't use energy to talk, as if talking alone is boring.
I froze, my hand hovering over the door. Of course he wasn't done.
"I'm sorry, Alpha."
He didn't even look at me. Now he's just sitting there at his desk like a king on a throne, shuffling through papers like I wasn't worth the effort of his attention.
"You'll be staying here. Permanently." Each word dropped like a stone into still water. "Bring your things. You're not staying in the maids' quarters anymore."
The world tilted sideways.
Yes! We get to stay close to our mate!
Kira's voice rang through my head, high and delighted and so fucking loud I wanted to scream.
I'd prefer if kira just stay mute at this point because —
What the fuck.
"Did you hear me?"
Adrian's voice sliced through my internal crisis. I blinked, and realized I was still standing there like an idiot, staring at the door.
"Yes, Alpha. I heard you."
"Then go."
I didn't need to be told twice.
🪷ISORA🪷 The fire was still burning. I was sitting on the cold ground, my knees pulled to my chest, my eyes fixed on the flames that were consuming him. The rain had stopped hours ago, but the sky was still dark, and the air was thick with the smell of smoke and ash and grief. I had been sitting here for hours, watching the fire burn, watching the flames lick at his body, watching the last traces of him disappear into the sky. My hands were numb from the cold, my face was raw from the tears, and my throat was raw from the screaming, but I could not move. I could not look away. I could not do anything except sit here and watch him burn. His face was still there, through the flames, through the smoke. I could see his eyes, his lips, the scar on his jaw. I could see the way he had looked at me when he said I love you. I could see the way his hand had fallen from my face. I could see the way the light had faded from his eyes. I reached for him, my hand stretching toward the fire, tow
🪷ISORA🪷 The healer's hands were still on Adrian's chest, his fingers pressed against the place where his heart should have been beating. I watched his face, watched the way his eyes darkened, watched the way his jaw tightened. "The wizard." The healer said, his voice low and urgent. "The tether was bound through him. Azrian used his magic. If the wizard dies, the bond might break." I did not wait to hear the rest. I was already on my feet, running toward the dungeon, my legs carrying me faster than I had ever moved. The rain was still falling, soaking through my clothes, mingling with the tears that were streaming down my face. I did not feel any of it. I could not feel anything except the hollow emptiness where the bond used to be. The absence of him was a physical weight, pressing down on my chest, making it hard to breathe. My lungs burned and my legs screamed and my heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat, but I did not stop. I will not let him die. I b
🪷ISORA🪷 I watched Adrian fall to his knees, and something inside me snapped. Kira had been pacing beneath my skin since the moment Azrian appeared at the gates, her fury building with every taunt, every laugh, every time my mate's blood spilled onto the stone. But when I saw Adrian stumble, when I saw him struggle to rise, when I saw his hand pressed against his side and the blood seeping through his fingers, I could not hold her back any longer. "You promised me his death." Kira's voice was a snarl in my head, raw and ancient and filled with years of grief. "You swore on our parents' ashes. Now take it." I did not think. I did not hesitate. I shifted with the speed of light, my bones cracking and reforming, my body surging forward before my mind could catch up. My white wolf was faster than anything I had ever known, a streak of silver and fury that crossed the distance between us in the span of a heartbeat. The ground blurred beneath my paws, and the wind roared in my ears, an
🐺ADRIAN🐺 "Hello, brother." He said, his voice echoing in the silence. "Did I disturb your sleep?" The words hit me like a physical blow, and I felt my hands clench into fists at my sides. My body was screaming with every movement, the moon weakening me with every passing second. I could feel the cold sweat on my skin, could feel the way my hands were shaking, could feel the way my vision was blurring at the edges. Every breath was a struggle, and I could feel my heart pounding against my ribs like a trapped animal. The ground beneath my feet felt unsteady, and I could feel the fatigue settling into my bones like a heavy weight. I walked forward, my footsteps slow and deliberate, my eyes locked on Azrian's face. He was standing in the middle of the path, his arms spread wide, his body swaying slightly as if the effort of standing was almost too much for him. "You look weak, brother." Azrian said, his voice dripping with mockery. "The blood moon suits you. It makes you look almost
🪷ISORA🪷The moment Adrian said Azrian's name, I was fully awake. There was no grogginess, no slow transition from sleep to consciousness. My eyes snapped open and I was sitting up in the bed before I even realized I had moved, my heart pounding against my ribs, my body already responding to the danger I could feel in the air. The sheets were tangled around my legs, and I could feel the cold sweat on my skin from the nightmare that had woken him, the nightmare that had made him scream, the nightmare that had left him shaking and pale beside me.Adrian was standing at the window, his back to me, his shoulders rigid, his hand still holding the curtain aside. The blood red light from the moon spilled into the room, casting everything in shades of crimson and shadow. I could see the tension in his spine, the way his muscles were coiled like he was ready to spring into action, and I could feel the fear radiating off him like heat from a fire. He was terrified, and that terrified me. His h
🐺ADRIAN🐺I was ten years old again.The blood was warm on my hands, dripping from my fingers and pooling on the stone floor beneath me. It was thick and sticky, and I could feel it drying on my skin, cracking as I curled my fingers into fists. The smell of it filled my nostrils, metallic and sweet, and I could taste it on my tongue, copper and salt. Dead wolves surrounded me, their bodies twisted and broken, their eyes open and staring at nothing. The silence was the worst part. After the screams, after the chaos, there was nothing but the sound of my own ragged breathing and the slow drip of blood falling from my hands onto the stone.I recognized some of them. There was Marcus, who had taught me to hold a sword when I was five, his kind eyes now empty, his mouth frozen open in a silent scream. There was Lena, who had braided my mother's hair and always saved me an extra piece of bread at dinner, her body crumpled against the wall, her apron soaked red. There was old Thomas, who ha
🪷ISORA🪷The walk from the hallway to the meeting room felt like walking to my own execution. My bare feet were cold against the stone floor and my thin nightwear did nothing to protect me from the chill that had settled deep in my bones. Nora had disappeared after delivering her message, and I wa
🪷ISORA🪷He did not answer right away. He just looked at me, his eyes moving over my face, my hair, my nightwear, the door to Adrian's room behind me. His jaw was tight and his hands were clenched into fists at his sides and I could see the anger radiating off him in waves."The Beta assigned me h
🪷ISORA🪷The door closed behind Adrian and I was alone in his bed with my heart pounding and my hand still raised in the air where I had been reaching for him. I lay there staring at the dark wood of the door, listening to his footsteps fade down the hallway, and I could not decide if I wanted to s
🐺ADRIAN🐺I wandered for three days after that night. I did not go back to the pack. I could not face what I had done, could not look at the widows and the orphans and the wolves who had lost their loved ones because of me. I walked through forests and across fields and along rivers, not knowing w







