LOGIN"Keep your voice low when you speak to me, and do not repeat anything I ask you to anyone else. Do you understand?"
The maid nodded quickly, her eyes darting toward the door as if she expected someone to burst through it at any moment. Her name was Elara and she was young, maybe sixteen or less, the maid that was assigned to me throughout my time as Prince Kai's wife.
"Good. Now tell me about Liriel. Who is she to the prince, and why does she act like everything here belongs to her?" I was really curious to know especially after Kai's cold response yesterday.
Elara hesitated for a second before deciding that she would tell me. "Lady Liriel is the daughter of the Alpha King, miss. She and Prince Kairo have known each other since they were children. They grew up together in this palace."
"The Alpha King's daughter," I repeated slowly, and the pieces clicked into place. "What else do you know about her?"
"She's in love with the prince, miss. Everyone in the palace knows it except for him. She's been waiting for him to choose her as his mate for years, ever since his first mate died. When the betrothal contract with your family was announced, she was furious. She broke three vases in her chambers and dismissed her personal maid."
"And the prince? How does he feel about her?"
Elara shrugged slightly. "He treats her like a friend. A trusted friend, closer than anyone else in the court. But if he has romantic feelings for her, he's never shown them publicly. Some of the older servants think he keeps her close out of guilt because of what happened to his first mate."
I shifted in my bed, curious now. It wasn't that I was being nosy. I just wanted to know more about the man I just accepted to marry. "What happened to his first mate?"
"No one knows exactly, miss. The official report says she was killed by a rogue werewolf from the Glendale Pack, but the details were never made public. Prince Kairo doesn't speak about it, and anyone who asks too many questions tends to find themselves relieved of their duties immediately."
I took note of that information for later, it could be useful in the long run. "So Liriel is in love with him, he's oblivious, and she's been waiting for years to become his mate. That explains why she looked at me like she wanted to set me on fire."
"She's not used to competition, miss. Most of the noblewomen who try to get close to the prince find themselves intimidated into leaving. Lady Liriel is very persuasive when she wants to be."
"I'm sure she is." I stood up and walked to the window, staring out at the gardens below. "And the kiss I saw? When she wrapped her arms around him in his study?"
Elara's eyes widened. "You saw that?"
"The night of the mating ceremony. I was walking to my chambers and the door was open. She kissed him on the lips like she had every right to be there."
"She's always been physically affectionate with him, miss. It's her way of marking her territory, I think. The prince doesn't seem to notice it as anything unusual because she's been doing it since they were children. But everyone else sees it for what it is."
I thought about the way Kairo had responded when I confronted him. So? Why does that bother you? The words had hit me like a punch to the gut, and I had stood there frozen in the doorway while he waited for an answer I couldn't give. Because the truth was that it did bother me, and I didn't want to ask myself why. I didn't want to think about the way my chest tightened when I saw her lips on his, or the way my hands had curled into fists at my sides out of jealousy.
"Stupid," I muttered to myself. "You are being so unbelievably stupid right now."
"Miss?"
My head snapped up and I saw the confusion in her eyes. I smiled sheepishly that she had caught me talking to myself.
"Nothing, Elara. I'm talking to myself." I turned away from the window and forced my thoughts back into order. I wasn't here to develop feelings for the Lycan Prince. I wasn't here to care about who he kissed or why or whether he was oblivious to his childhood friend's obsession with him. I was here to save Aurora, and everything else was a distraction I couldn't afford. Once I had my daughter back, I would disappear from this palace and never look back.
*
I left my chambers and began pacing the hallways, my mind racing with thoughts I couldn't organize. The palace was quiet at this hour, the servants were finished with their duties and the nobles had retreated to their quarters. My footsteps echoed against the stone walls as I walked without any particular destination, letting my body move while my thoughts churned.
What did Liriel want with my child? Why had she posed as Aurora's mother? And what was she doing here in the Lycan palace, wrapped around Kairo like she belonged to him, when just weeks ago she had been standing beside Darius in Glendale with my daughter in her arms? None of it fit together in a way I could understand.
I was so lost in thought that I didn't notice where my feet were carrying me until I heard voices drifting through a partially open door. I stopped dead in the corridor.
Kairo's study.
I had wandered all the way to Kairo's study without realizing it, and I pressed myself against the wall and held my breath.
"The child was born some days ago," Liriel was saying, and her voice made my skin prickle. "Darius has her locked in a warded tower on the eastern edge of Glendale. She's healthy and strong, and she has the silver eyes. There's no doubt about her lineage."
"And the ritual?" Kairo's voice was cold. "How soon is he planning to move?"
"The next Blood Moon but he already has everything he needs. The altar is being constructed, the incantations have been sourced, and the child is under constant guard. If he completes the ritual, he'll have power equal to a Lycan King. He'll be unstoppable, Kai. He could challenge your throne directly."
There was a long pause between both of them until Kairos finally spoke. "Then we stop him. What do you propose?"
"The simplest solution is to eliminate the child before the ritual can take place. No child means no ritual, and no ritual means no threat. We can send our secret A team into Glendale before the Blood Moon. They are quiet and efficient, and would leave no traces. Darius will never know what happened until it's too late."
My hand flew to my mouth. I pressed my palm so hard against my lips that I felt my teeth dig into the skin. Eliminate the child? And with Darius looped into the conversation it could only mean they were talking about murdering Aurora. My daughter...
"You're certain there's no other way?" Kairo asked, and his voice was quieter now, almost reluctant.
"Don't tell me you suddenly care about the innocence of a child when the fate of your throne is at stake... when he killed your mate, Kai! That child is the key to Darius's power. Remove the key, and the lock cannot be opened. It's the only way to protect yourself and your kingdom."
Another long pause followed, and I could hear my heart thundering so loudly I was certain th
ey would hear it too.
"Make the preparations," Kairo finally said.
SierraMidday came faster than I was ready for.I stood in the courtyard watching warriors assemble in rows I couldn't fully count, more of them than I'd expected, their armor catching the pale winter light as they checked weapons and supplies with the brisk efficiency of people who'd done this a hundred times before. Fenris found me near the edge of the gathering, his expression carrying none of its usual warmth."You're actually doing this," he said."I told you I would.""You told me a version of this. Not an entire army." He studied me, arms crossed, the same careful assessment he gave every new fighter before deciding how much to trust them. "I wish you'd told me the whole truth weeks ago. I might have prepared you better.""Would it have changed anything?""No," he admitted. "But I'd have slept easier, knowing exactly what I was training you for instead of guessing at the shape of it." He handed me a blade, lighter than the one I'd kept from training, better balanced. "This one'
Sierra"Three nights." I said it again, like repeating it might somehow make it less true. "That's not enough time to plan anything properly.""It's not," Kairo agreed. "It's enough time to move, though. Which is more than either of us had an hour ago."Varek shifted uncomfortably near the door, clearly unsure whether he was meant to stay or leave. "My Prince, the warriors already mobilized toward the border can be repositioned within the day. If you intend to move on the tower directly, the timeline is tight but not impossible.""How tight," Kairo asked."If we move by midday tomorrow, we reach striking distance the night after — the night before the ritual itself. Any later and we risk arriving too close to the Blood Moon to plan the approach properly." Varek's eyes flicked toward me, careful, uncertain how to phrase what he clearly needed to ask next. "And the Luna? Given tonight's events—""I'm going," I said, before Kairo could answer for me."Sierra—""I'm going, Kairo. I've tra
SierraThey didn't bind my hands, which felt like a small mercy until I understood it wasn't mercy at all, it was simply that no one seemed to know what the correct protocol was for restraining the Prince's own wife, caught fleeing his territory in the dark like a criminal."Mount up," the lead warrior said, his voice still carrying the aftershock of shock from moments earlier. "We're taking her back immediately.""I can walk," I said."You'll ride. Faster, and I'd rather not explain to the prince why his wife arrived home limping and covered in mud on top of everything else that's about to be explained."I didn't argue further. There wasn't any fight left in me for it, the run, the fall, the sheer collapse of every careful plan I'd built over months, had left me hollowed out in a way that made even standing feel like an effort.They rode in tight formation around me the whole way back, no one speaking, the silence heavier than any interrogation could have been. I watched the dark sh
SierraThe first mile passed easier than I expected, the pre-dawn dark still thick enough to hide me, the ground familiar from training drills Fenris had run near this same stretch of border. I kept low, moving the way he had taught me patient, deliberate, reading the terrain instead of rushing through it.I let myself believe, for that first mile, that this might actually work.The second mile was harder. The terrain shifted from the cultivated land near the palace into rougher wilderness, unfamiliar in the dark despite the hours I'd spent studying maps of the region. Roots caught at my boots. Branches I couldn't see in time scraped at my arms. I kept moving anyway, my breath coming faster, the pack on my back heavier with every step than it had felt when I'd shouldered it in my chambers.I was three miles out, the palace long since lost behind me in the dark, when I heard the horses.I froze instantly, every instinct Fenris had drilled into me taking over before conscious thought ca
SierraThe note came through Dennet two days after my collapse, shorter than any I'd received before, the handwriting hurried enough that I had to read it twice to make sense of it.Security doubled overnight. No warning, no explanation given to the household staff. Guards posted at the tower base I've never seen there before. Something's changed. I don't know what. Be careful.I sat with it in my chambers, my hands going cold around the parchment, reading the words over and over as if repetition might change what they said.Doubled security, no warning.I found Dennet in the stables that same evening, keeping my voice low despite the empty aisle around us."Do you know why?" I asked. "Anything at all about what changed?""No." He didn't look up from the harness he was mending, his usual steadiness carrying an edge of genuine unease now. "My contact didn't know either. Said it happened fast — one day the tower had its usual rotation, the next there were twice as many guards and orders
LirielI heard about the troop movements before Kairo told anyone officially, the way I heard about most things in this palace, through a servant who owed me a favor, whispered over breakfast like idle gossip instead of the alarm it actually was."Forty warriors," the girl said, refilling my cup without meeting my eyes. "Moved toward the Glendale border last night. No one seems to know why. Even Varek looked troubled by it, from what I heard."I kept my expression perfectly composed, the way I'd trained myself to do since childhood, and thanked her for the tea before she left me alone with the information settling cold and heavy in my chest.Forty warriors. Toward Glendale. With no formal justification, according to the servant's account, which meant Kairo hadn't even bothered to construct a cover story worth repeating.I sat with my tea going cold in front of me, turning it over, and arrived at the only explanation that made any sense given everything I already suspected.He was goin







