LOGINNeralda
"She's completely gone, Alpha."
The border patrol commander knelt on the marble floor of the Council Room, trembling under Sabastain’s suffocating aura. "We tracked Zara's scent to the jagged cliffs at the edge of the Bloodlands. The river rapids are violent there. She left her wheelchair at the edge."
A collective gasp echoed through the massive chamber. I stood trapped between two massive guards, my wrists bound in heavy silver chains that burned my skin.
Zara wasn't just gone. She had thrown herself into the rapids.
"Because of her!" my stepmother, Martha, shrieked, pointing a shaking, accusatory finger at me. "This wolfless abomination drove my daughter to suicide! She crippled Zara, and now she's murdered her!"
"I didn't!" I cried out, struggling against the guards. "Sabastain, please, I haven't seen her! I was locked in the cellar!"
Sabastain didn't look at me. He sat on the Alpha’s throne, staring blankly at the silver wheelchair the patrol had brought back. His eyes were entirely black. The temperature in the room dropped ten degrees. The grief rolling off him was a physical weight that crushed my lungs.
Elder Elec stepped forward, slamming his wooden staff against the floor. "This is high treason against the pack! Alpha Sabastain, the laws are clear. She must be punished. Banishment to the Bloodlands, or immediate execution!"
"Kill her!" Martha screamed, suddenly pulling a hidden silver dagger from her coat. She lunged at me, her face twisted in psychotic rage.
I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for the blade.
Crack.
I snapped my eyes open. Sabastain was standing directly in front of me. He hadn't just blocked Martha; he had caught her wrist and snapped it completely backward.
Martha fell to her knees, screaming in agony. The dagger clattered onto the marble.
"No one touches her," Sabastain growled, his voice so deep it vibrated the glass windows. "No one."
Elder Elec frowned, thoroughly confused. "Alpha? She murdered your Luna. Execution is mercy at this point."
"Exactly." Sabastain turned around, his towering frame casting a massive, terrifying shadow over me. "Execution is too soft. Banishment is a vacation. If I cast her out, she'll just find some rogue to mate with. She'll forget what she did. I am not giving her freedom."
"Then what is your decree, Alpha?" Elec asked hesitantly.
Sabastain slowly reached out, his knuckles brushing against my cheek. A violent spark of electricity shot through the mate bond, sending a treacherous wave of heat straight to my core. My breath hitched. His wolf was right there, right beneath the surface, purring at the contact, but the man was staring at me with pure, unfiltered hatred.
"Prepare the altar," Sabastain ordered smoothly. "We are invoking the Aeterna Cruor."
The entire room erupted into chaos.
"The Blood-Vow Binding?!" Elder Elec shouted over the noise. "Alpha, you cannot! That is an archaic marriage rite! It ties her soul to the pack! It's way too good for her!"
"She doesn't deserve the title of wife!" Martha sobbed from the floor, clutching her broken wrist. "You're rewarding her!"
"I am binding her," Sabastain roared, his Alpha command instantly silencing the room. He grabbed my jaw, his grip bruising. "I am going to mark her so deeply that no other male will ever look at her. She will bear my heirs. She will be trapped in my house, bearing my name, and she will pay for Zara's life with every single breath she takes."
Panic clawed at my throat. "No, Sabastain, no, you can't force me..."
"I am the Alpha," he whispered, his face inches from mine. "I can do whatever the hell I want."
The binding ceremony was a blur of terror.
They dragged me to the pack altar. Sabastain sliced my palm with a silver blade, then cut his own. When he pressed our bleeding hands together, the mate bond exploded. A strange, blinding flash of golden light erupted from our joined hands, something I had never seen in any wolf ritual.
Sabastain flinched, staring at the golden sparks for a fraction of a second, confusion flashing in his dark eyes. But the elders started chanting, and the moment passed. The blood dried. The vow was sealed.
I was his wife. His captive.
Immediately after, I was shoved into the Alpha’s master suite by Elder Elec’s wife, a cruel woman who looked me up and down with absolute disgust.
"Strip," she ordered, tossing a paper-thin, white silk nightgown onto the bed. "Your official duties start tonight. And pray he doesn't tear your throat out when he takes you."
She walked out, locking the heavy iron door behind her.
I was completely alone.
I stripped off my filthy uniform and pulled the thin slip over my head. The second it fell over my curves, I started shivering violently.
The room was freezing.
I looked up at the massive vents on the ceiling. They were blasting freezing air, like walking into a meat locker. Frost was literally forming on the edges of the giant glass windows. He had ordered the room to be made cold on purpose.
I wrapped my arms around my body, my teeth chattering uncontrollably as I curled into a ball at the edge of the massive, king-sized bed. My bare feet were completely numb.
An hour passed. Then two. I was crying, the tears freezing on my cheeks.
Then, the door clicked open.
Sabastain stepped inside. He had taken off his suit jacket and tie, the top three buttons of his black shirt undone, revealing the hard, muscular planes of his chest. His hair was messy, and the intoxicating scent of dark chocolate and pine flooded the room, overpowering the freezing air.
He locked the door behind him.
The mate bond flared so hard my knees buckled. I slipped off the edge of the bed, landing on the freezing floor. My wolf, if I even had one deep down, was screaming for him. Screaming for his warmth.
Sabastain stopped in the center of the room. He looked at me, shivering on the floor in the sheer slip. For a split second, his ice-blue eyes darkened with raw, undeniable lust. His chest heaved. He took a slow, predatory step toward me.
The air between us thickened, sparking with undeniable, explosive chemistry. He knelt down right in front of me. I could feel the heat radiating off his massive body.
"Sabastain..." I whimpered, a sob catching in my throat. I looked up into his eyes, begging him to see me. Just me. "What did I ever do to you? Why are you doing this?"
The moment I spoke, the spell broke.
The lust vanished from his eyes, replaced instantly by that terrifying, cold emptiness. He stood back up, looking down at me like I was a piece of trash he had stepped in.
"You think I'd want a fat mate like you?" Sabastain sneered, his voice dripping with absolute venom.
I flinched like he had physically slapped me.
He unbuckled his leather belt, the metallic clink echoing in the silent, freezing room.
"Not only are you evil," Sabastain continued, his voice dropping to a deadly whisper. "You're pathetic, and it disgusts me to even look at you."
He threw the belt onto the floor and took another step toward me, unbuttoning his shirt. His eyes were entirely black now. The wolf was in control, and the wolf was furious.
"You're going to wish you never did that to Zara," he growled, the sound vibrating in my chest. He pointed a massive finger at the mattress. "Now get on the bed.”
SebastianThe seer's instructions had been written on three sheets of pale birch bark, and the first line, which I had read so many times that the ink had begun to blur beneath my thumb, ordered me to reach the northern border stones at the exact hour when the moon stood half hidden behind the mountain.I had left Northridge before dawn with Rowan and four of the quietest warriors I owned, telling the pack that I was inspecting the frontier forts and telling Zara that I would be gone for three days on council business. She had kissed my cheek with such sweet relief that I almost pitied how badly she concealed it, and I drove out through the gates with three stolen ledgers still sewn into the lining of my coat.The road ended at the foot of a mountain where the pines gave way to a forest of white birches, so pale and so tightly packed that the whole slope looked like a ghost standing upright.Mist hung between the trunks in slow grey ribbons, and every sound we made seemed to fall into
NeraldaCaroline gave me the guest suite on the third floor without asking a single question, and she stayed only long enough to leave a pot of tea on the nightstand and a blanket folded across the foot of the bed.I sat in the darkness with Caelan sleeping warm against my side and Lucy curled in the armchair, and I listened to the old house settling around us like a ship in a heavy sea.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw my own face reflected in the glass of the nursery window, hollow and furious, and the empty basin of the fountain beyond it.The tea smelled of chamomile and honey, and I could not bring myself to drink a drop.It was the smell that did it, because chamomile and honey had been the scent of every evening in Martha's house, a steaming cup placed at my elbow each night with the same thin smile. She had called it a tonic for nerves, and she had watched me drink every drop with the patience of a woman watching a pot she knew was about to boil.I sat very still with the cu
NeraldaCaroline gave me the guest suite on the third floor without asking a single question, and she stayed only long enough to leave a pot of tea on the nightstand and a blanket folded across the foot of the bed.I sat in the darkness with Caelan sleeping warm against my side and Lucy curled in the armchair, and I listened to the old house settling around us like a ship in a heavy sea.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw my own face reflected in the glass of the nursery window, hollow and furious, and the empty basin of the fountain beyond it.The tea smelled of chamomile and honey, and I could not bring myself to drink a drop.It was the smell that did it, because chamomile and honey had been the scent of every evening in Martha's house, a steaming cup placed at my elbow each night with the same thin smile. She had called it a tonic for nerves, and she had watched me drink every drop with the patience of a woman watching a pot she knew was about to boil.I sat very still with the cu
ElecAndrew found the observer's nest at dawn, a hollow among the rafters of the abandoned barn where someone had lain for hours with a pair of binoculars and a thermos of tea.The tea was still faintly warm when he held his palm against the metal, and the binoculars had been left carefully on a folded handkerchief, as though the owner wanted us to know that leaving had been a choice. There were no fingerprints, no footprints in the mud, and no scent beyond a faint ghost of jasmine that dissolved the moment I breathed it in."Whoever watched Caelan from this roof was not afraid of being caught, and I think they wanted us to find these," Andrew said grimly, holding up the binoculars."Then they want us frightened, and we will not give them that gift," I answered, though my hand shook as I took the lenses from him.I walked back to the main house through the grey morning with the memory of Caelan's small silhouette burned across my eyes. The fountain water had fallen back into its basin
ZaraMy fork had fallen against the china with a sound like a gunshot, and for three full heartbeats nobody at that table moved.David wiped the corner of his mouth with a linen napkin, folded it neatly beside his plate, and smiled at my mother as though he had commented on the weather. I watched her face drain of colour, and I understood that whatever he had just said, she had not expected to hear it from him."Henrietta is where?" I asked, and I was horrified to hear my voice come out thin and childish."Forgive me, Luna, I assumed that your mother had already told you," David said, turning toward me with perfect courtesy. "The organisation copies me on every message that concerns your safety, and I thought you knew that I was the liaison between the handler and this household.""I have never been told any such thing, and I do not recall inviting you to read my mother's private correspondence," Martha said, and her voice was calm in the way that a frozen lake is calm."Nobody invite
CarolineI had spent most of that morning sitting beside my sister's bed, pressing a cold cloth against Cecil's forehead while she slept off the sedatives Mark had given her.Cecil had screamed herself hoarse the night before, and when she finally collapsed in my arms, I held her like I used to when we were children and thunder shook the nursery windows. We had both lost Diane, but Cecil had always loved her with a ferocity that left no room for anything else.When the alarms began to wail, I felt them in my bones before I heard them with my ears.I sprang from the chair, pressed a kiss against Cecil's damp hair, and checked that the bedroom door was locked before sprinting down the corridor toward the sound.Warriors poured through the halls with weapons drawn, shouting orders that overlapped into a confused roar, and I caught Andrew by the sleeve as he rushed past."What is happening, and why are the border alarms ringing







