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Chapter Thirty-Four
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2025-08-11 17:00:50The rain pattered steadily against the tall windows of Silas Dravenhart’s office, the muted gray light pooling across the mahogany desk. Shelves lined the walls, heavy with leather-bound volumes that smelled faintly of age and ink. Silas sat behind the desk, a map of the outer territories spread before him, though his eyes were distant.
Victoria leaned against the arm of one of the velvet chairs, arms crossed. Her voice was low, but edged with something sharp. “I’m telling you, she’s circling you.”
Silas’s gaze flicked up from the map. “Blair.” It wasn’t a question.
“Yes, Blair,” Victoria said, irritation sharpening her words. “She’s trying to make herself look like she belongs in your orbit. The way she lingered after the meeting, the way she kept looking at you like you were her next conquest. I know that look.”
Silas’s expression didn’t change, but a faint m
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Victoria didn’t respond right away. She let Celeste’s words settle between them, the morning air cool against their skin, the hum of the city far below serving as the only sound for a few moments.Then she spoke, her voice quieter than before. “You think you’re cursed,” she said, her tone steady but threaded with something heavier. “But our family… we’re the ones who are cursed.”Celeste’s brows lifted slightly, but she didn’t speak.Victoria’s gaze stayed on the horizon. “No one’s ever told me how it began. Every time I asked as a child, I got the same look, pity, and silence. But it’s been the same for as long as anyone can remember. No Alpha of our bloodline has ever been blessed with a mate. We’re leaders, but not chosen by the Moon Goddess. Not in the way you were. Our bonds are forged through politics, alliances… never fate.”Celeste’s
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Celeste took a deep breath, the air seeming heavier in her lungs than it should have been.“I understand this power more than I want to,” she said finally, her voice low, steady, but threaded with something darker. “It’s dangerous. Too dangerous for someone... like me to have...”Her gaze drifted, unfocused, as though she was looking somewhere far beyond the walls of the Alpha King’s residence.“I remember the first time I lost control.”Victoria’s posture shifted, but she didn’t speak. She could feel the change in Celeste’s voice—the way it dipped, heavy with something she hadn’t planned to share.“It was years ago. I was young—too young to know what I could do, or how to stop it if it went wrong. I’d gotten into an argument with my parents. I don’t even remember what it was about anymore… something small. Stupid. But I was so angry. I could feel the heat building under my skin, like the world was closing in around me, and I just… snapped.”
Beneath the Winter Moon Chapter Thirty-Six
The fire in his chambers had burned low, its embers pulsing in the quiet. Celeste hadn’t looked at him again since she’d told him she wouldn’t, couldn’t, feel the bond.Silas stayed where he was, seated on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping slightly beneath his weight. Every steady rise and fall of her chest reassured his wolf that she was breathing, here, safe. But her words gnawed at him.It wasn’t rejection, not truly. Her voice hadn’t carried the sharp finality of it. But it was a boundary, and one she’d built with stone and steel.His wolf paced in his head, restless. She knows. She feels it. She’s ours.“She’s broken,” Silas murmured under his breath, careful not to wake her. “And we won’t be the ones to push her over the edge.”His wolf’s growl was soft, agitated. Then fix her. Show her…“Not like this,&rdquo
Beneath the Winter Moon Chapter Thirty-Five
The fire in Silas’s chambers burned low, casting an amber glow over the stone walls. Victoria paced the rug in tight, clipped steps, her voice low but sharp.“Who is she? What is she? Why didn’t you tell me? Silas, her skin was glowing. That’s not normal.”“Victoria,” he cut in, steady but firm, “sit down.”She froze for a second before lowering herself into the chair across from him, though her eyes kept darting to the bed where Celeste lay unmoving.“You remember the old histories,” Silas began, leaning forward, forearms braced on his knees. “The stories about the first royal lines, the ones chosen by the Moon Goddess herself?”Victoria gave a cautious nod. “Of course. Every wolf pup grows up on those tales. The Winters were the first.”“They weren’t just rulers by bloodline. Their power came directly from her. The Moon Goddess doesn&rsquo
Beneath the Winter Moon Chapter Thirty-Four
The rain pattered steadily against the tall windows of Silas Dravenhart’s office, the muted gray light pooling across the mahogany desk. Shelves lined the walls, heavy with leather-bound volumes that smelled faintly of age and ink. Silas sat behind the desk, a map of the outer territories spread before him, though his eyes were distant.Victoria leaned against the arm of one of the velvet chairs, arms crossed. Her voice was low, but edged with something sharp. “I’m telling you, she’s circling you.”Silas’s gaze flicked up from the map. “Blair.” It wasn’t a question.“Yes, Blair,” Victoria said, irritation sharpening her words. “She’s trying to make herself look like she belongs in your orbit. The way she lingered after the meeting, the way she kept looking at you like you were her next conquest. I know that look.”Silas’s expression didn’t change, but a faint m
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The suite was quiet except for the muffled hum of city traffic far below. The curtains were drawn against the fading evening light, the room lit instead by the warm glow of a single lamp. Blair sat in the middle of the couch, a half-finished glass of wine in her hand, the stem spinning lazily between her fingers.Their stay in the city was coming to an end. Tomorrow, she and Grayson would return to Redstone. She should have been thinking about packing, about appearances when they arrived back at the packhouse, about whatever duties awaited her as Luna.But her mind was elsewhere.She reached for the hotel’s handset, the polished black cord coiling against her wrist as she lifted it. It only rang once before a voice answered.“It’s me,” she said, leaning back against the cushions. “Yes, the trip’s almost over. We’re heading back to Redstone tomorrow.”She swirled her wine slowly, watching the deep red catch the lamplight. “Grayson? He’s… fine, I sup
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