ANMELDENI was back in my room and it felt like a tomb after what had happened throughout the whole day. Mira had also left, leaving only the faint smell of herbs and the memory of her gentle hands against my bruised skin. Now it was just me, the dim fire, and the silence pressing in so thick it made my chest ache.
The stone walls seemed to close in around me, gray and cold as the grave. Even with the fire burning, the chill seeped through my bones—not from the air, but from somethingI let my shoulders sink back into the bed, exhaling a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. The tension that had coiled through my muscles began to loosen, just slightly, just enough to let me breathe properly for the first time in what felt like hours.For the first time since waking up in Kael’s room, since being trapped in this impossible situation, I felt the faintest sliver of control slide back into my hands.And God, I clung to it with everything I had.“Bring me paper,” I whispered, my voice emerging raspy like brittle parchment itself, worn thin by emotion and exhaustion. “And ink. A pen.”Mira tilted her head ever so slightly, studying me as though trying to read the hidden meanings beneath my calm exterior, searching for the plan forming behind my eyes. Then, without a word of question or protest, she stood. Her steps were noiseless across the floor, soft soles brushing against the expensive rug with practiced silence.When she returned, her hands carried a simple tray
Vale. My blood. My curse. My prison and my origin all tangled into one impossible knot.Why would Kael’s precious Elira, the woman he’d loved enough to break every rule for, have been tied so closely to the place that had produced me? To the pack that had tortured her, if the stories were true? To the people who had ultimately killed her?The coincidence was too great to be coincidence. The universe didn’t work that way—not in my experience.I frowned, suspicion etching itself deeper into my thoughts, twisting like a knife I couldn’t shake free. “Friends…” I muttered, tasting the word like ash on my tongue, rolling it around to test its truth. “What kind of friends?”Mira hesitated, and I caught the subtle movement as she chewed faintly at her lip—a rare crack in her perfect composure, a tell that said she was uncertain, uncomfortable, venturing into territory she’d rather avoid.“She never said,” Mira admitted finally, her voice dropping lower. “She was private with her letters, neve
Mira lowered her gaze—not out of guilt, I realized, but out of respect. The kind of deference you show when speaking of the dead, of ghosts that still haunt the living.“It wasn’t Alpha who first trusted me,” she admitted, her voice quiet but steady, each word carefully placed. “It was Lady Elira.”The name cut the air between us like a blade drawn in the dark.My chest tightened, suddenly heavy with the echo of a ghost I’d never met but whose shadow lingered over every hall, every whisper, every stone in this cursed estate. Elira. The name was everywhere and nowhere, spoken in hushed tones or reverential whispers, a saint who’d left behind a religion of mourning.Mira went on, her voice softening with memory, tinged with something that might have been affection or grief—perhaps both. “She often asked me to deliver letters for her—to her relatives, her acquaintances, people she trusted beyond these walls. At first, I always had to seek Alpha’s permission, every single time. He was str
The room had fallen into a strange kind of silence, the sort that felt alive somehow, breathing around us with invisible weight. I sat on the bed—his bed, though I tried not to think about that too much—my knees drawn slightly together, my fingers still pressed against the fabric of the blanket as though anchoring myself there.Mira had been quiet too, but not absent. I could feel her eyes on me, steady and searching, the way only she dared to look at me—without judgment, without the cruel assessment I’d grown accustomed to from others in this place. Without the weight of their whispers about the rejected mate who somehow still lingered in their Alpha’s chambers.And then, when the silence stretched too long, when it began to feel less like peace and more like the calm before a storm, her voice broke through. Low and cautious, each word carefully chosen.“My lady…” she began, and already I heard the weight in her tone, the carefulness that told me she’d been thinking about this for a
Finally—after what felt like an eternity but was probably only seconds—she looked back at me. Her voice when she spoke was calm but grave, weighted with understanding of exactly what I was asking.“Do you understand what you’re asking, my lady?” she said quietly. “If the Alpha discovers what you’ve done, if he finds out you’ve been communicating with anyone from your former pack without his knowledge or permission—”“I know.” My interruption was sharp, desperate, cutting through her warning before she could finish painting the full picture of consequences I was already painfully aware of. “I know the risk, Mira. I know what he could do to me. To both of us. But I can’t keep drowning in their war—in this conflict between packs, between my father and Kael, between duty and desire—without knowing why I was thrown into it in the first place.”I leaned closer to her, my grip on her wrist tightening until I could feel her pulse beneath my fingers—steady and strong, so much steadier than my
My wolf, who usually had an opinion on everything, who taunted and pushed and demanded and raged, had been utterly silent since I’d woken. She hadn’t mocked me for my weakness. Hadn’t warned me about the danger I was in. Hadn’t offered any guidance or insight or even her usual caustic commentary.Just quiet. Watching. Waiting.Lurking in the back of my mind like a predator in tall grass, patient and still, her presence felt but not heard.A chill ran through me, colder than the evening air seeping through the gaps around the window frames. If even Selene—ancient, instinctive, connected to truths I couldn’t consciously access—didn’t know what to say, what was I supposed to do? If my own wolf was uncertain, cautious, holding herself back from offering advice…What did that mean for me?“My lady?”Mira’s voice broke through the silence like a hand reaching into dark water to pull me back from drowning. Gentle, steady, concerned—like an anchor in a storm, something solid to hold onto when
His mouth tore lower, from the hollow of my throat to the slope of my shoulder, leaving a trail of heat and bruises in his wake. Each kiss was a claim, each bite a punishment. I could map his path across my skin, every place his mouth had been burned into my memory like brands. Like I'd carry the
He pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark and burning, his lips red and swollen from the kiss. There was something wild in his gaze, something that looked both triumphant and tortured. Like he hated what he was doing as much as he couldn't stop himself from doing it."You
The dual sensations were overwhelming. His mouth on one breast, his hand on the other, both working in tandem to unravel me completely. To reduce me to nothing but sensation and need."Stop—" I whispered weakly, but the word died when his tongue plunging deep while his hand twist
The door had slammed shut behind him, and the silence he left in his wake pressed against my skin harder than his hands had. I was still sprawled across his bed, hair a tangled mess around my face, my lips bruised from his kiss. My lungs dragged in air like I had been drowning, and maybe







