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CAEL
They say you can’t eat your cake and have it right, but in my case, I don’t even want to eat it, I just want to stare at it from afar. Only, I can’t. He was everything I ever dreamt of but could never have. Everything an Alpha should be strong, well built, a living temptation. A walking sin. The kind of man who made omegas, deltas, even betas fall at his feet. He was royalty, towering over six feet, with hands that looked like they could break me in half without effort. I had heard all the stories about his countless escapades. I knew I could never have him to myself. But still, the crush burned. Foolish. Hopeless. Secret. He didn’t even know I existed. “Cael! Come down it’s time for the ceremony!” My mother’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. “Okay, Mum,” I muttered, dragging myself out of my head. Downstairs, she was in her usual playful banter with Dad. Their bond was the kind I always wanted for myself. Maybe today’s coming-of-age ceremony would give me that. Or maybe it would strip away even the last fragile hope of being mated. “Hey, Mum, I’m ready.” “Aren’t you going to eat at least?” “I’m too anxious. Might throw it all up after.” She smiled knowingly. “I understand, lad. Now run along.” I hugged them both before dashing outside. The wind rushed against me, cooling my nerves. Yet the panic inside me refused to settle. On the path, I nearly collided with Lyra. She gave me a nod. “Hey, you good?” I asked. She frowned. “Anxious. My wolf’s unsettled. Either she senses him… or something’s about to go wrong.” “I feel the same,” I admitted. “But we’ll make it through.” Even as I said it, my wolf scratched at the surface, desperate to shift—though she couldn’t. Something was definitely wrong. The uncertainty gnawed at me. To everyone else, I was powerless. No wolf. No magic. Just the last male child of a nearly extinct bloodline. My family had been wiped out in one night. Only Mum, her second-chance mate, and I survived. But that wasn’t the truth. I did have a wolf. She was just… different. She had no scent. No pheromones. And unlike others, mine was female. I’d kept her a secret since the day she appeared. “Cael, are you even listening?” “Hm? What?” I blinked back to reality. Lyra rolled her eyes. “Zoned out again. I was saying, it’d be nice if your wolf comes out today. At least then those idiots will stop bullying you. Honestly, I don’t get why you let them. It’s not like you can’t fight back.” I smirked. “Fighting them would mean fighting women. Gender inequality, my love. Being an omega doesn’t change that.” “That sucks.” “I know, right?” I chuckled. But inside, guilt twisted in my gut. Sorry, Lyra. I’m lying to you. I just don’t know how to tell you the truth yet ********************* THORNE The prophecy. That’s all you ever say!” My voice echoed in the chamber, sharp with frustration. “I’m tired of searching. This meeting is over.” “My Lord,” Beta Damien interjected carefully, “we’re expected at Rose Circle Pack in the next two hours....” “Damien,” I cut him off, rubbing my temples, “I said I’m tired. As my Beta, you should know I need rest, not another search party.” He bowed his head slightly. “I understand, my Lord. But you gave the Alpha of Rose Circle your word.” I sighed, weary. “Then cancel. Or… give me a moment to rest.” “I’ll arrange for Delta Fabian to accompany you,” Damien offered. “Fine. Now leave.” The silence after his retreat was heavier than any war drum. Every Alpha my age had already awakened their wolf. They had bonded, mated, produced heirs. And me? Still waiting. Still unclaimed. Has the Moon Goddess forsaken me? I thought bitterly. Is the prophecy true? Or is my mate not even born yet? Worse—are they already mated to another? I had conquered territories. I had won battles. I had a throne that towered above kingdoms. Yet it all meant nothing without a mate without an heir. Well, technically, my wolf Ralph murmured in my mind, amused, you do have a pup. Lyra. Today is her coming-of-age ceremony. I snorted. For an unmated wolf, you seem awfully excited, Ralph. And for the record I’m only going to Rose Circle because of her. Ralph chuckled low in my chest, unbothered. “My Lord,” Damien’s voice called from beyond the door. “It’s time to leave.” “Ready the cars—no, never mind.” I stood, straightening my shoulders. “We’ll shift. We’ll get there before the ceremony ends. Call Beta Fabian to meet us.” “Yes, my Lord.” In my chamber, I changed into ceremonial clothes. Ralph grumbled. We should go casual, he teased, no point ruining those robes. “As you wish,” I muttered, pulling on simpler garments. Outside, Damien was waiting. “This will be the last search party, Damien,” I said, my tone like steel. “I don’t care what the prophecy says. If fate won’t deliver my mate, we’ll find another way to preserve our legacy. Worst case scenario I marry a human.” He winced. “My Lord, it will not come to that.” We strode through the corridors and out into the forest. Without hesitation, we shifted, fur replacing flesh as Ralph surged forward, thrilled to run. Damien kept pace as best he could, though he was slower. What should have taken two hours on a ride became less than one under paw. The closer we drew to Rose Circle, the more restless Ralph became. His energy crackled through me, urging me to run faster, faster. But I forced him to slow, allowing Damien to catch up. Not everything must be rushed, I reminded him. We will arrive. Eventually. Still, when we crossed the border of Rose Circle Pack, the air changed. It was peaceful, welcoming. Yet… different. I ignored the strange feeling settling in my chest. I just wanted the day to end. And to return to my kingdom.Thorne I woke to birdsong that didn’t sound right. Too sharp. Too clean. Like the forest was trying too hard to sound alive. I blinked into the soft grey of dawn. Cael lay a few paces away, wrapped in my cloak, his chest rising slow and steady. For a moment, I just watched the gentle tremor in his fingers, the way moonlight still clung to his hair like silver dust. Alive. Thank the goddess, alive. Then the scent hit me faint, metallic, not my mate’s. I turned my palm over. The black-silver stain from last night had not faded. If anything, it had deepened, curling along the lines of his skin like ink tracing his veins. When he flexed his hand, it pulsed slow, deliberate like it had its own heartbeat. Then curled my fist, forcing it still. “Thorne?” Cael’s voice was rough from sleep, softer than I deserved. Thorne turned toward him and managed a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You should rest babe. We will move again soon.” Cael sat up, pulling the cloak tighter. “W
Cael I had though that leaving the first cavern was freedom how wrong I was especially with the whispers I heard over the last few days. This was a setup an obvious one too. One that has left the throne of lunavara empty. A king that is always on the run because of his uncrowned Luna. The scent of silver and blood burned in my throat as we ran. Thorne’s hand was locked around mine, warm and unyielding, pulling me through the labyrinth of tunnels. The air was thick with smoke from torches, from blood, from the Hollowborne that burned where they fell. Every time his claws struck stone, sparks hissed in the dark. Behind us, the dungeon screamed — steel crashing, beasts snarling. The sound followed like a curse. “Left!” I gasped, ducking beneath a crumbling archway. The ceiling dripped red. Someone’s blood, not ours. Yet. Thorne didn’t question me. His instincts were too sharp, his wolf too alive. He moved like a storm — all muscle, rage, and the kind of grace that belonged to
The night air hit me like a blade. Cold. Sharp. Honest. Inside the council hall, the air had been thick with lies and cheap incense. Out here, beneath the moon’s bruised glow, everything was clearer the trees whispered what men dared not say. Ralph paced inside me, restless. His claws scraped at the edges of my control, his growl a heartbeat beneath mine. He’s close, he murmured. But so are they. I didn’t ask who they were. I already knew. I shifted, half form, bones creaking and reshaping until my senses exploded the world split into scents, heartbeats, the tremor of small lives moving through grass. I caught Cael’s trail instantly. It was faint, fading wild honey and river mist but still there, curling through the forest like a prayer. “Hold on, love,” I whispered, voice half human, half wolf. “I’m coming.” Branches snapped behind me. I stilled. The air changed the faint metallic stench of bloodlust, the sour tang of rogues. And beneath it, something worse: the fam
Cael.................. The walls breathed in the dark. Not with air, but with the weight of the Hollowborne curse each stone humming faintly, as though the pack’s lost souls were trapped within it. My wrists ached where the silver cuffs bit through skin, but I’d long learned to quiet pain. Pain was a teacher; it reminded you that you were still alive. The torchlight outside my cell flickered, spilling an orange glow across the floor. They thought I was asleep. Good. It had been three days since the ambush three days since Thorne’s face vanished behind smoke and fire. The Hollowborne didn’t kill right away; they liked to break their captives first. I’d seen it in their eyes, the gleam of triumph at capturing “the weak Luna.” That was their mistake. I was no Luna yet, and I sure as hell wasn’t weak. My fingers had been working the cuff’s hinge since morning. One wrong move, one impatient tug, and it would slice deeper. I waited for the guard to make his third round he always paus
The council hall smelled of old wood and rain-soaked stone. Torches lined the walls, their flames shivering in the draft that sneaked through the cracks of the great doors. I sat at the head of the table, the symbol of my rank gleaming faintly in the firelight a crown that suddenly felt far heavier than it looked. It had been three days since Cael was taken. The scent of him wild honey and silver dew still lingered in my chambers, haunting me like a promise I had failed to keep. I could almost hear his laughter in the echo of the hallways, his soft voice calling my name in dreams I woke up fighting to hold onto. Ralph prowled restlessly in the back of my mind. His growl was a low, constant hum, like a storm behind closed doors. “They’re lying,” he whispered, his voice rough with instinct. “At least half of them. I can smell it.” I didn’t need his warning to feel the unease in the room. The elders sat around me in silence that wasn’t quite respectful more like waiting for bloo
The morning came slow. Golden light crawled over the stone walls and touched the edge of my bed like a shy visitor. Cael lay half asleep beside me, his breathing steady, his lashes brushing against his cheek. For once, there was no panic in the halls, no messenger pounding at my door, no scent of fear rolling off my warriors. Just quiet. Just him. He always slept curled toward me, one hand tucked beneath his chin, as if afraid I’d vanish if he didn’t hold the space between us. His scent rain, lavender, and a hint of something just him filled the room. It settled under my skin, calming the part of me that always reached for battle. My fingers found their way to his hair, tracing idle circles against his scalp. His wolf stirred faintly through the bond sleepy, content the sound of soft paws over fallen leaves. For the first time in weeks, I allowed myself to breathe without armor on. “Stop staring,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep. “I wasn’t,” I said, though I’d been doing







