MasukShe belongs to a wolf. She's married to the hunter. To the world, Elira Malven is the villainess who stole a princess's betrothed. But her gilded marriage to the legendary war hero, Kael Rennar, is a cage, and her husband has a deadly secret: he is a Wolfhunter, the sworn enemy of her kind. “Why?” The word was a crack in her composure. “Why did you push for this marriage? What do you want from me?” He didn’t turn. A faint, hollow smile touched his lips. “I don’t know why I insisted,” his voice was barely a breath. “I don’t know why I didn’t kill you the moment I suspected what you are.” Her only hope seems to lie with Thane, her true mate, whose touch awakens a primal bond in a dusty library. But he is the one who shattered her heart. “Then why leave?” she asked, raw and painful. “After I begged you—” “Because I was protecting you!” The words tore from him. “You were nobility. The Wolfkiller's wife. And I— I was nobody.” Torn between a hunter haunted by his mercy and a mate haunted by his sacrifice, Elira must choose: remain in a marriage built on a tragic mystery, or risk a love that demands a price neither of them may survive.
Lihat lebih banyakThe morning sun climbed over the walls of Stonehearth, but warmth did not reach the royal quarters.Elira sat at the table in Lyra's chambers, her hands wrapped around a cup of tea that had gone cold. Thane stood by the window, his back to the room. Lyra paced slowly, her face carved from stone. Rokan sat in the corner, silent and watchful. Corin had been sent to keep Kieran and Leo occupied, away from the tension.No one spoke.The silence was heavy, full of words that needed saying but no one knew how to start.Finally, Lyra stopped pacing. She looked at her daughter."Tell me everything."Elira's voice was flat. "Thane told
Elira stood frozen.The morning air was cool against her skin, but she felt nothing. All she could feel was the hammering of her heart as she watched the two figures walk toward the guest house. Thane and Kael. Her mate and her ex-husband. Walking together like old friends.Like conspirators.Her mind raced through possibilities. A fight? No, they were walking calmly, not fighting. A threat? No weapons drawn. They were just... talking. Walking and talking in the grey light of early dawn.Talking about what?The answer came to her like a blade in the dark.Kieran.
A week passed.The days in Stonehearth took on a strange rhythm. On the surface, everything looked normal. People worked the gardens, tended the forge, trained in the yard. Children laughed and ran through the square. The sun rose and set like it always did.But underneath, everyone felt it. The tension. The waiting. The secret that sat in the middle of everything like a stone in a stream, changing the flow of every conversation.Kael felt it most of all.He went through his days mechanically. He trained with Leo in the mornings. He ate meals in the guest house. He nodded to pack members who crossed his path. But his mind was never on any of it. His mind was always on the boy.Kieran.He had not seen him since that night. Elira made sure of it. Every time Kael walked through the square, someone was always between him and the royal quarters. A guard. A pack member. Sometimes Thane himself, standing like a wall of silent warning.But Kael still had the wooden wolf. He kept it in his poc
Queen Lyra woke to screaming.She was out of bed before her eyes fully opened, her hand reaching for the knife she kept beside her sleeping mat. Rokan was already moving, his big body blocking the door as he checked for threats."Elira," Lyra breathed. The scream was her daughter's.They burst into the night. Torches were flaring to life across the square. People were running. Lyra's heart pounded as she pushed through the crowd, following the sound of her daughter's voice.She found Elira in the center of the square, her face white as bone. She was staring at something beyond the crowd. Lyra followed her gaze.Kael stood near the guest house. And beside him, small and still, wa
"Your Highness," Elira replied, her tone equally polite, her back straight as a rod. She would not give an inch."The King's generosity is indeed overwhelming. We are both deeply
The first light of dawn was staining the sky a pale gray when Kael was finally led down into the dungeon. The King's signed order, still damp from the royal seal, felt like a death warrant in his hand rather than a pardon. Each step downward
The massive palace gates slammed shut behind Kael with a final, heavy thud that shook the ground beneath his feet. The sound was an ending. One moment, he was Duke Kael of Cinderfell, a war hero standing in the heart of power. The next, he wa
The morning after the banquet, the palace was no longer a place of celebration. It was a nest of buzzing, outraged hornets. The news did not simply spread; it exploded, flying from noble to servant, from guard to merchant, until it seemed the
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