Bonded to My Mate's Uncle

I wrenched my arm free."What I do is no longer your concern."Vivian slithered forward. Her eyes gleamed."She is not just leaving, darling. I think she is stealing."She pointed to a side table."My moonstone pendant. It was right there this morning. Now it is gone.""I did not take anything.""Search her," Caspian ordered. A cruel smile twisted his lips.A warrior stepped forward. He yanked my leather satchel.He dumped its contents onto the marble floor. My things scattered.There, gleaming against the dark stone, was a teardrop moonstone.Vivian's slap cracked across my face. My head snapped to the side."You thieving rogue!" she shrieked. I tasted blood.I looked at Caspian. His face showed no doubt. Only vindicated triumph.He believed her. Or wanted to."Pathetic," he spat. "Hold her. Theft of a sacred artifact goes to the Pack Council."Rough hands clamped on my arms.Then, a sound cut through the tension.The deep, resonant purr of a powerful engine.The crunch of gravel righ

The gasps that echoed were deafening.Caspian's face went bone-white. Vivian looked as if she had been physically struck.Silas's Alpha power rolled out. It wasn't a burst, but an unveiling. The full, serene, and terrifying depth of his power unfolded. Not to attack, but simply to exist without restraint. It was the difference between a lightning bolt and the gravity of a planet.A palpable force.Caspian grunted. A sound of pure, animal distress. His own Alpha power, which he had always worn like armor, crumpled inward. Not defeated in battle, but rendered irrelevant.His knees buckled.He was forced down onto the cold marble floor. Not by violence, but by the sheer, humiliating physics of hierarchy. His body betrayed him, obeying the deeper law written in his blood.The silence was absolute. Then, chaos erupted.Caspian made a raw, animal noise from the floor."You and him?" Rage and humiliation warred in his eyes. "My uncle?"He tried to surge up against the invisible weight."Auror

The new rumor was more insidious. It did not attack me directly. It attacked through Julian.Whispers said the younger Blackwood brother had been embezzling pack funds for years.That he had conspired with outside forces.And that his key informant within Caspian's inner circle had been me.The story was clever. It explained my sudden shift to Silas.It painted Julian as a traitorous usurper. And it made me his accomplice.The effect was immediate. The alliance between Silvercrest and the newly led Shadowmoon grew tense.Elders looked at Julian with suspicion. They looked at me with wary eyes.Silas called Julian to a private council. I was present.Julian's face was grim. "The funds were siphoned by Caspian," he said, his voice tight."I was tracking them. I have records. But they are hidden. He moved them through shell accounts.""Where are the records?" Silas asked. His tone was calm."In a secured vault. In a neutral territory bank," Julian said."Only Caspian or someone with his b

We did not have a lavish celebration.We had a quiet ceremony in the moonlit grove. Just Silas and me. And the pack elders as witnesses.We completed the bond.The silvery mark on my wrist flared with heat. It deepened. It became part of me.A perfect, shimmering match to the one that appeared on his.His storm-grey eyes held mine."Mine," he whispered. A claim. A promise."Yours," I whispered back. A surrender. A choice.Later, we stood on the citadel walls. Reports had come.Caspian had been cast into the Shattered Expanse. The portal had closed behind him.The last image was of him standing on a cracked plain, head thrown back in a silent scream.Vivian was in the Silent Tomb. The heavy stone door was sealed.Her voice, they said, could be heard for the first day. A muffled, endless shriek.Then, silence.Julian ruled Shadowmoon with a steady hand. The alliance was stronger than ever.He visited once. He looked at peace."The pack is healing," he said. He nodded to me. "Thank you."