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Elaina
“Lay your hands on me, and I will make sure it’s your last action,” my voice is harsh as I glare at the warriors. Their eyes flicker with hesitation, and fear is etched on their faces. Guilt tugs at my small chest. I hated to wield my father’s position like a weapon. But tonight, I must. Tonight, I will. Because I can’t give them the chance to mate me off against my own will. Worst of all, I can’t let them mate me to Alpha Darien. The warriors stumbled aside, and I grabbed hold of the heavy handles of the council chamber doors. Metals groaned loudly as I shoved them open, and the room instantly fell quiet. Everyone’s gaze snapped to me. The high platform encircling the entire chamber casts long shadows onto the center, seats were filled with high-ranking wolves and few other faces I didn’t recognize. But at the far end of the room, there was a throne elevated above them all. My father. “Because you are my daughter,” Alpha stone’s voice cuts through the air like a whip, “does not give you the right to barge into my meeting, Elaina.” My throat tightens as my father’s words threaten to strangle me. I forced my legs forward till I was standing right in the center of the chamber, my shoes clicking against the floor way too loudly. My heart pounded violently like a frantic prisoner trying to escape his cell. Every instinct in me screamed for me to apologize, to say I had entered by mistake. But I knew deep down, I didn’t come here by mistake. “I won’t be mated to him,” my voice trembled, but the words were out already. Alpha stone leaned back into his chair, his lips curling into the smile I hated the most. The cold, empty, and cruel expression that sent shivers down my spine. “You will do whatever I tell you to, my sweet girl.” There. Those haunted phrases. My sweet girl. There is a lie hidden in every syllable. The truth was that ever since my mother died years ago, I have been nothing but bitterness to him. In front of others, he says these sweet words, but behind closed doors I am nothing but a rag doll to be dealt with whenever his temper burns. “No,” I whispered. The words he hated most. His features hardened, and the chamber grew thick with tension. “Think carefully, Elaina. Alpha Darien is already within the walls of creekwood. Your mating ceremony is set in stone. Tomorrow, you are going to leave with him whether you like it or not.” Anger surged through me, burning hot and reckless. My knuckles ached by how tightly I held them. “I know why you are doing this.” He scoffs. “For the betterment of the pack, of course. Even you can’t deny it.” I shook my head, fist trembling. “No, you are doing this because I am wolfless. Because you can’t stand the fact that I’m your child.” The words slash the air like a blade. A gasp escaped one of the elders as whispers began to stir like rising smoke. I’ve said it. I’ve actually just said the forbidden words out loud. What was I thinking? I have just spoken aloud the secret my father has tried to bury all these years. That secret is me; my dormant wolf. My father shifts in his throne, his expression unreadable. For a flickering moment, I had thought he was going to leap down and strike me like he has done in the past. But instead— “Borris. Matheus.” His voice rang out in a cold command. And the warriors at the entrance snapped to the attention of their Alpha. “Drag her out. And if you hesitate again, I will have your hands severed for failure.” They rushed to me and I thrashed against their grip. “Don’t you dare—” But they dare. They seized my arms, lifting me like I weighed nothing. The council watched in silence as I was hauled across the floor, my feet kicking, dignity stripped, fury clawing at my chest. They threw me out into the corridor. My body smacked hard against the concrete floor. Pain exploded through my skin, but I forced myself to sit upright, my voice heavy with fury. “I will stop this mating ceremony if it’s the last thing I do!” But the door slammed shut against my words. For a long moment, I sat there. My breath ragged, shame and fury tangling in my chest as I stare at the door. My father humiliated me in front of them, and would still give me away like a property in front of them. But if Alpha Darien is here, then maybe I still have a chance. Maybe if I tell him about my inability to transform, then he will refuse the bond. I rose to my feet, brushing invisible dirt off my dress. Determination hardened my steps as I turned the corner towards the guest wing. The corridor is dim with only a few lanterns flickering. I had expected to meet a line of warriors guarding the guest wing since he was the Alpha to another pack, but to my utter surprise, the hallway was terrifyingly empty. A foreboding sensation hung in the air as I inch closer to where I believe was his room. The more I walked closer, the more my heart threatened to leap out of my rib cage. I whispered a string of prayers to the moon goddess. I hoped this night would be the one when my destiny changed for the better. Maybe if he listens and becomes disinterested in me, then my father would give up trying to find a mate for his wolfless daughter. If Alpha Darien listens, I might still be free. I pushed the door open, but then, I froze at the sight of what I saw. The scent hits afterwards, the air inside the room tangled with heat, lust, and betrayal. Then I saw the movements. Tangled sheets. Bodies pressed dangerously close. Alpha Darien’s voice. Melissa’s laugh. My step mother and the person I’m supposed to be mated with tomorrow, their bodies were entwined like honeysuckle vine during spring time. “Oh, yes ... .darien, just like that,” Melissa moans, her eyes rolling into her head as she rides a wave of pleasure. Bile rises in my throat just by the sight of their naked bodies ramming into each other. I had to seal my lips with my palm to stop myself from giving away my unnoticed presence. My father wouldn’t even believe me if I told him. And tomorrow, I will be bound to a man who already belongs to another.VALDISI couldn’t close my eyes.Every time I tried, I saw Elaina’s face. The way she’d looked at me last night when she agreed to Mother’s deal. Not angry. Not scared. Just… accepting. Like she’d already given up. Like she knew she was going to die and had made peace with it.I hated that look.I sat on the edge of my bed, watching the purple light from my window slowly get brighter as morning came to the Shadowlands. My room was cold—it was always cold in the castle—but I barely felt it. I’d been sitting here for hours, still wearing the same clothes from the feast, my mind going in circles.Mother was going to kill Elaina tonight.She was going to drain every drop of magic from her body, use her as an anchor for the spell, and create a new timeline where Aiden had never existed. Where I’d never been born. Where everything would be different.And I’d agreed to help her.I stood up suddenly, unable to sit still anymore. My legs felt shaky from lack of sleep, but I started pacing anyw
TROYThe great hall smelled like blood and fear.I stood at the head of the long table, my hands pressed flat against the dark wood to keep them from shaking. Around me, twenty warriors filled the room—some sitting, some pacing, all of them angry and scared and looking to me for answers I didn’t have.My wrist still throbbed where Elaina’s message had carved itself into my skin. The bleeding had stopped, but the words were still there, etched in dark red letters that wouldn’t fade: HELP. TRAPPED. RITUAL TONIGHT. MOONRISE.I’d tried washing it off. It wouldn’t budge. None of the marked warriors could get rid of the words. We all carried Elaina’s desperate plea on our skin like a brand.And outside, beyond the castle walls, shadow wolves circled. I could hear them even through the thick stone—the scratch of claws on rock, the low growls that never quite stopped, the occasional howl that made my spine turn to ice.We were trapped in Melissa’s castle while our Luna was somewhere in this c
ELAINAThe garden smelled like flowers I’d never seen before.Purple ones with petals that glowed softly, like they had tiny lights inside them. Black roses that weren’t scary like they should be, but somehow beautiful. White flowers that chimed like little bells when the wind touched them. The air was sweet and thick, almost too sweet, like walking through a candy store.I was sitting on a stone bench with Raven on one side and Ryker on the other. Both of them were chattering away about something—a game they wanted to play, I think—but I wasn’t really listening to their words. I was just listening to their voices. The sound of them. The way Raven’s voice went up high when she got excited. The way Ryker stumbled over bigger words.I wanted to remember it forever.The morning sun—if you could call that purple light “sun”—felt warm on my face, but not in a normal way. It was warm like bathwater that had been sitting too long. Comfortable but wrong. Everything in the Shadowlands was like
TROYPain exploded in my head like someone was hitting it with a hammer.I groaned and tried to open my eyes, but the light—even the dim torchlight in the great hall—felt like knives stabbing into my brain. My mouth tasted like I’d been licking dirt, and my tongue felt too big for my mouth. Everything hurt. My head, my muscles, even my teeth.What happened?I tried to sit up, but my arms felt like wet noodles. It took three tries before I could push myself up off the cold stone floor. The room spun around me, making my stomach flip and twist. I thought I might throw up.“Ugh,” someone groaned nearby. It sounded like Marcus.I blinked hard, forcing my eyes to focus. I was lying on the floor of the great hall, and all around me, other warriors were starting to wake up too. Some were sitting up, holding their heads. Others were still lying down, moaning. A few were already on their feet, stumbling around like drunk people.The tables were a mess. Food was spilled everywhere. Cups and pla
ELAINAThe purple light hurt my eyes.I opened them slowly, one at a time, like I used to do when I was little and didn’t want to wake up for school. The ceiling above me was white and smooth, with pretty patterns carved into it that looked like flowers and vines. For a second, I forgot where I was. Then I remembered everything, and my stomach felt like it dropped down to my toes.This wasn’t my room. This was Melissa’s castle. This was my prison.I turned my head on the soft pillow and looked at the window. The light coming through wasn’t yellow like normal sunlight. It was purple, like someone had painted the sky with grape juice. That’s just how it was in the Shadowlands. Nothing was normal here. Even the sun was wrong.My body felt heavy, like someone had filled my arms and legs with sand. I tried to sit up, but it took three tries before I could do it. My head swam, making the room spin around me. I put my hand on my forehead and waited for everything to stop moving.The black ve
ELAINAI stared at the woman who looked like Melissa but younger.Lyra. The dead daughter. Standing in my doorway like a ghost.She smiled sadly. “May I come in?”I stepped aside. What else could I do? She floated more than walked. Her feet barely touched the ground. The air around her shimmered slightly. Like heat waves on a summer day.“You’re not real,” I said.“No. Not really.” She sat in a chair by the window. Moonlight passed through her body. “I’m a memory. A magical construct. Mother created me from her grief and old magic.”Her voice was soft. Kind. Everything Melissa had described.“I don’t want to exist like this,” Lyra admitted. She looked at her translucent hands. “A half-real thing. A memory trapped in a shape. But Mother can’t let go.”I sat across from her. “If the ritual succeeds, everyone in this timeline dies.”“I know.” Lyra’s expression was pained. “I’ve tried to tell Mother. She won’t listen. Her grief has made her… broken. She can’t see past her own pain.”“Then







