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Lucian's POVThe night of the engagement ceremony had gone exactly as planned.Almost.The grand hall had been filled with the most powerful figures from across the seven realms. The full moon bathed everything in silver light. Elara stood beside me like a vision — white hair glowing brighter than the moon itself, her eyes locked on mine as we exchanged vows and I placed my mark on her neck. The bond between us flared so strongly that even the elders felt it.But then came the unexpected.The moment the mate mark settled on her skin, something inside Elara awakened. A beautiful white wolf spirit rose within her. Her body shimmered with power, and for a brief, breathtaking moment, I saw the outline of her wolf — strong, graceful, and undeniably hers. The entire hall gasped. Even I was stunned into silence for a few heartbeats.Gaius had mentioned weeks ago that he suspected she carried wolf blood too, but he hadn't been certain. T
Elara’s POVIt was really good to be back.The moment I stepped through the palace gates after four long weeks away, a weight I hadn’t realized I was carrying lifted from my shoulders. My time in Alpha Vesper’s and Alpha Lancelot’s packs had drained me completely — not just my body, but my soul. Healing hundreds of sick people day after day, watching children fade and families grieve, using power I was still learning to control… it had taken everything I had.All I needed now was the arms of the man I loved wrapped around me and a long, uninterrupted sleep.Lucian didn’t disappoint. The first night back, he carried me to his chambers despite my weak protests, laid me gently on the bed, and held me through the night like he was afraid I might vanish again. I slept deeply for the first time in weeks, my head on his chest, his heartbeat steady under my ear.It took me a full day and a half to finally recover from all the power I had exhausted. Gaius came twice a day with strengthening to
Lucian's POVOne by one, the alphas left my palace in shame.I stood on the grand steps, watching their carriages roll away under the gray morning sky. Their warriors marched behind them with heads bowed, the earlier bravado completely gone. Alpha Vesper's carriage was the last to depart, empty. He had been stripped of his title and thrown into the dungeons for now. I had no intention of executing him, death would be too easy. Instead, I had already sent one of my most trusted elders to his pack as temporary replacement. The message was clear: betrayal against the throne would not be tolerated.Darius was the one who amused me the most.He had played his part perfectly during the confrontation. Quiet. Composed. He had even thrown in a few sarcastic defenses of me to appear neutral, nodding along at the right moments, keeping his face carefully blank. But I saw him. I saw the livid rage burning behind his eyes when the Canus was found on Vesper's beta. His hands had curled into fists a
Lucian’s POVI led them to the royal infirmary myself.The seven alphas and their warriors followed close behind, their boots echoing heavily down the stone corridors like the march of an invading army. The air was thick with suspicion and barely contained hostility. My elders walked on either side of me, faces grim. Kylan and Baelor flanked the group, eyes sharp and ready for any sudden movement.We had already allowed them to search the rest of the palace — the armory, the kitchens, the guest quarters, even my private study. They had done it hastily, almost perfunctorily, as if they knew they wouldn’t find anything there. It was all for show — fulfilling some twisted sense of righteousness while avoiding any real suspicion falling on themselves. I watched every move they made, noting how their eyes darted away from certain areas, how their searches were rushed in places that mattered least.Now we had reached the heart of it.The royal infirmary.“Search it,” I said calmly, gesturin
Lucian’s POVThe sweep of the palace had been thorough.Every corner of the royal infirmary was turned over — shelves emptied, cabinets opened, floors checked for loose stones. I stood in the center of the room with my arms crossed, watching my most trusted guards work in silence. The air was thick with tension and the faint scent of medicinal herbs.Then one of the guards called out, voice tight.“My king… you need to see this.”He pulled out a heavy wooden crate from behind a row of storage shelves. Inside, neatly stacked and wrapped in dark cloth, was a large quantity of dried Canus. The forbidden herb. Enough to poison half the seven realms.The room went deathly quiet.Gaius, who had been assisting the search, dropped to his knees, face ashen. “My king, I swear on my life — I knew nothing about this. Nothing!”I believed him. The old physician had served my family for decades. His hands shook as he stared at the crate like it was a venomous serpent.I nodded once. “I know, Gaius.
Darius’s POVThe fire crackled in the hearth of my private study, casting long shadows across the walls lined with maps of the seven realms.I leaned back in my chair, a glass of aged wine in hand, savoring the burn as it slid down my throat. Reports had been arriving all day. The plague was spreading beautifully — faster than even I had anticipated. Vesper’s pack was in chaos. Lancelot’s territory was on the verge of collapse. Whispers were turning into open accusations.And every trail led back to Lucian Blackthorn.This brought a smile on my face.Perfect.I had plotted this with Alpha Vesper weeks ago, during one of our secret meetings far from prying eyes. He wanted power. I wanted Elara and the satisfaction of watching the cursed king fall. Our goals aligned nicely. I supplied the Canus — a rare, forbidden herb known to destroy immune systems in werewolves and other creatures alike. Vesper’s healers mixed it into the medicinal herbs being distributed to the affected packs. Simpl
Lucian’s POVI burst into Elara’s chambers without knocking, the door banging against the wall hard enough to rattle the hinges.The royal physician was already there, bent over the bed, pressing a cool cloth to her forehead. Elara lay under the covers, cheeks flushed, skin glistening with sweat. S
Elara’s POVThe cage bars dug into my back as I pressed myself against them. The metal was cold and rough, smelling of rust and something sour that made my stomach turn. I wrapped my arms around my knees and tried to breathe slow. My heart hammered so loud I could hear it in my ears.This was worse
Elara’s POVI felt hurt and bad that he could get angry like that even after our morning encounter. The teasing, the laughter, the way he had stayed with me through the nightmare — I thought things had changed between us. But the moment I stepped into that room, his anger returned full force, sharp
Lucian’s POVI burst through the palace gates with the unconscious girl cradled against my chest. The full moon still hung high, bathing everything in cold silver light. My bare feet slapped against the stone courtyard. Blood from the rogues still coated my skin and matted my hair.The two guards a







