INICIAR SESIÓNI spun, dropping immediately into the submissive posture every servant learned their first day—head down, shoulders curved, hands clasped. My heart slammed against my ribs.
"Cleaning, Alpha. I was assigned to your quarters."
Heavy footsteps crossed the threshold. I kept my eyes fixed on the floor, watching his boots approach.
"By whom?"
"Head Maid Margot, Alpha."
Calling my enemy Alpha gives me the ick. I'm fuming with anger, I want to kill this bastard and be gone from the place.
"I don't recognize you." His voice was deep, cold. The voice that had haunted my nightmares for four years.
"I'm new, Alpha. I arrived three weeks ago."
The footsteps came closer. Too close. I could feel the heat radiating from him, could smell leather and pine and something darker underneath. My wolf, silent for so long, stirred.
No. Not now. Not ever.
"What's your name?"
"Isora, Alpha."
A pause. Long enough that I wondered if I'd made a mistake, if somehow he knew—
"Look at me, Isora."
The command in his voice left no room for refusal. Every instinct screamed at me to run, but I couldn't. Not without blowing everything.
Slowly, I raised my eyes.
Sea blue met hazel.
And the world shattered.
It hit me like a physical blow….a snap so violent it drove the air from my lungs. Heat flooded my veins, every nerve ending igniting at once. The mate bond crashed into place with the force of a tidal wave, pulling me toward him with a need so primal.
It terrified me.
My wolf roared to life for the first time in four years, clawing desperately toward the surface, screaming MINE MINE MINE—
No. No, this couldn't be—
Kira shut up! I snapped inwardly but the damn wolf was acting on its own.
"Are you ill?"
His voice sounded distant, muffled by the roaring in my ears. I gripped the edge of the desk behind me, my knuckles white, fighting to stay upright. Fighting to keep my expression neutral even as everything inside me tore itself apart.
"I—" My voice came out strangled.
"Forgive me, Alpha. I haven't eaten yet today."
He studied me, those cold blue eyes missing nothing. This close, I could see the sharp planes of his face, the slight scar along his jaw, the way his black hair fell across his forehead. This close, I could imagine how easily those strong hands could snap my neck.
How easily they'd torn my father's throat.
The hatred steadied me. Gave me something to hold onto while the bond tried to drag me under.
"Margot starves her workers now?" There was no sympathy in his tone, just observation.
"No, Alpha. I simply haven't had time."
His gaze traveled over my face, and I fought not to flinch. "You don't look like a typical servant."
"I don't understand, Alpha."
"Your bearing. Your hands." Before I could react, he caught my wrist, turning my palm upward. His touch burned. The bond sang at the contact, begging for more.
Kira behave please!
"No calluses. You haven't done hard labor."
I pulled back carefully, respectfully. "I'm a quick healer, Alpha."
"Are you." It wasn't a question. He circled me slowly, and I felt like prey being stalked.
"What pack are you from?"
The lie came smoothly. I'd practiced it a thousand times. "I had no pack, Alpha. I'm a rogue. I was captured at your borders three weeks ago."
"Rogues don't carry themselves like warriors."
My blood ran cold, okay he's smart I'd give him that. "I'm not a warrior, Alpha."
"No?" He stopped in front of me again, close enough that I had to tilt my head back to meet his eyes. Close enough that the bond pulled so hard I wanted to scream.
"Then why do I feel like you're planning how to kill me right now?"
Time stopped.
Did he know? Had I given myself away already?
The door burst open, shattering the moment.
"Alpha, the council is waiting." A tall man with dark hair and a Beta's presence filled the doorway, his eyes immediately finding me.
"New servant?"
"Apparently." Adrian's gaze hadn't left my face.
The Beta frowned. "Margot's choice?"
"So she says."
"Interesting." The Beta's tone suggested he found it annoying.
"We really do need to go. The Forest River delegation won't wait much longer."
Adrian stepped back finally, and I could breathe again. "You're dismissed. Return this evening to prepare the room for the night."
"Yes, Alpha." I dropped into a bow, desperate to escape, but his voice stopped me at the door.
"Isora."
I turned, keeping my eyes down. "Alpha?"
"If you're planning to steal from me, I should inform you that the last servant who tried lost her hand." His tone was conversational, almost pleasant. "I'm far less forgiving with those who betray my trust."
🐺ADRIAN🐺I was not someone that ate much. I barely ate, maybe once in five days, ever since the servant in my quarters had poisoned me years ago. That was the reason why no one was allowed to cook in my kitchen, why I had my meals brought in from the pack kitchen already prepared and tasted by someone else before they ever reached my table.But everything about Isora was different, and Killian would never allow me to say no to anything she offered. He had been pacing inside my head since she walked through the door with that tray, and he did not shut up until I took the first bite.And her food really tasted good. The meat was tender, the sauce was rich, and the rice was cooked perfectly. It reminded me of meals I had eaten as a child, before everything went wrong."I know she'll taste better," he said in my head, and I put the fork down for a half second and considered what was available to me in terms of making my own wolf stop talking, and came up empty.He was impossible sometim
🪷ISORA🪷Two minutes.That was how long I stood in that room with those three words sitting in the air between us before my brain finished deciding what to do with them. Two minutes of my face doing something I was not fully in control of, of the bond pulling in a direction I was not going to acknowledge."What do you mean sleep with you?" I said, and I heard the frown in my own voice before I felt it on my face.Now he was really acting weird. Was the Alpha suddenly a pervert? My mind had gone straight to the dirtiest possible place, and I could feel heat creeping up my neck just thinking about it."What do you think I meant by that?" His voice was low and even and he held my jaw and tilted my face up toward his. "You tell me, Isora."He was too tall. That was the specific, infuriating reality of standing this close to Adrian, that I had to tilt my head back to hold his eyes and tilting my head back felt like a concession that I had not agreed to make.Kira leaned into his fingers b
🪷ISORA🪷Asher had been watching me all day.Not the obvious kind of watching, not the kind that announces itself, the careful kind, the kind that happens in the gaps between other things, a glance across the guard's section while he was supposedly focused on something else, eyes finding me and moving away before they had stayed long enough to be called staring. I had caught him doing it four times before midday and I had not let him see me catching it, had kept my own eyes moving the way you keep your eyes moving when you are cataloguing something you do not want the other person to know you are cataloguing.I was watching him back.I sat in the guard's section and I watched Asher go about his duties with the easy, practiced manner he brought to everything.His shoulders carried something today that they had not carried yesterday.Why was my best friend lying to me? For how long had he been lying? What was he hiding?The question had been multiplying since the dream, branching into
🐺ADRIAN🐺"Adrian…you can't possibly be thinking about what Damon said."Garrick used my name which told me before he said anything else that whatever was coming next was something he had decided required the full weight of the personal rather than the professional. He used it rarely enough that when he did, I noticed.He hasn't called me by my name in years."Now you fancy my name on your lips," I said, and I heard the amusement in my own voice, low and dry, the specific tone I use when I want to redirect a conversation without appearing to redirect it.Garrick turned and looked at me the way he looks at me when he is approximately one second away from strangling me. His jaw was tight. His hand had gone into his hair—the sandy brown of it already roughed up from the last time he had done it, which had been about four minutes ago. He was pacing, which Garrick rarely did, which told me the meeting with Damon had landed harder on him than he was going to say directly."This is not funn
🗡️ASHER🗡️The moment I saw Garrick standing in the tree line with his eyes on me, I knew Isora had been caught.The plan had failed.I did not move immediately. Moving immediately would have been the wrong call, and wrong calls in moments like this are what get people killed, and I have not survived everything I have survived by letting urgency override calculation. I stood where I was. I kept my breathing even and my weight balanced and I let my eyes stay on Garrick from the cover of the tree, and I thought about what I needed to think about, which was not the failed plan and not Isora and not the various ways tonight had gone sideways.It was the scent.When I kissed her in the storage building I caught it… faint, sitting underneath everything else. Her scent. Coming through. Not fully, not yet, but moving in that direction with the particular momentum of something that had been suppressed past its duration and was no longer willing to stay suppressed. My stomach dropped when I ca
🐺ADRIAN🐺"You look at her like that again," I said, and my voice came out the way my voice came out low and completely leveled, "it will be the last time you step foot in my territory. Not because you'll be banned." I looked at him directly after Isora left. "Because you'll be dead. I'll kill you myself."Damon had the specific quality of a man who knew the difference between a threat and a statement of intent. He had known me long enough to know which one he had just received. His hands came up, palms out, the gesture of someone who has recalculated their position in real time and found it wanting."Chill, Adrian. I get it." He leaned back in his chair, the performance of ease that he wore the way other men wore armor. "She's beautiful. I'm only human." He reached forward and took one of the cookies from the tray, bit into it, and closed his eyes with an expression designed specifically to be irritating. "Hmm." He made the sound again, slower. "If she made these, I bet she's sweete
⚠️ Content Warning:This chapter contains graphic depictions of torture, severe injury, prolonged suffering, and emotional distress. Reader discretion is advised. 🪷ISORA🪷I've lost track of time, and I'm not sure when that happened, when the minutes stopped feeling lik
🐺 ADRIAN 🐺The sun bled across the horizon as I remained locked in the study. I buried myself in work, trying to focus on the mountain of unfinished projects concerning the pack.There were so many.Trade agreements that needed reviewing. Border disputes that needed reso
🪷ISORA🪷The courtyard was already crowded when I was dragged outside.It seemed like the entire pack had gathered to watch. To witness the servant who dared to steal from the Alpha.Everyone wanted a front-row seat to my humiliation. To my punishment. To my pain."I k
🐺ADRIAN🐺What was I even thinking, sniffing her like that?I scoffed, moving back to sit behind my desk.The image of myself leaning in close to Isora's neck, breathing in her non-existent scent like some desperate animal, was not one I wanted to dwell on.But I needed







