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The Door in the Wall
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2026-10-29 06:07:35
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CHAINED TO THE CURSED ALPHA’S BED A Curse That Cannot Be Broken
Celeste’s POVI heard his car come up the drive, and I knew before he reached the door that he was alone.I sat by the fire with my hands folded and waited. When he reached my door, he stood there a long moment before he opened it, and I let him stand. I wanted him to feel it.He came in with his head down. His suit was crumpled. A white rose lay crushed on his lapel, and his right hand was wrapped in a bloody handkerchief. He looked like a man who had walked out of a fire.“Celeste,” he said.I looked past him at the empty doorway.“Where is she?”He swallowed. “She isn’t here.”“I can see that.” My voice was soft. I kept it soft. “I gave you a plan, Silas. I gave you a vial, a door, and a thousand wolves to hide behind. So tell me. Where is the girl?”“The Presentation didn’t happen.”For a moment, I did not move.“What?”“It was postponed. We got to the gate, and there was a notice that says The Luna is unw
CHAINED TO THE CURSED ALPHA’S BED Present
Hannah’s POVI woke to gray light and the soft murmur of voices.My body felt wrong, as if someone had unstitched me in the night and sewn me back together with lead thread. Even my eyelids were heavy. I lay still and let the room come slowly into focus.Then I remembered. The presentation, Aaron at the doorway, holding out his hand. The floor rising to meet me.I turned my head.They were all there. Priya sat on a chair by the window with her bag open on her knees. Mirabel stood near the foot of the bed with her cloak wrapped around her, grim and gray in the morning light. And Aaron sat on the edge of the mattress beside me, his hand wrapped around mine, his face drawn and unshaven. He had not slept.“Hannah.” His voice cracked. “You’re awake.”“What time is it?”“Morning. You slept through the night.”“The Presentation.” I tried to sit up, and my arms shook, and I sank back against the pillows. “Aaron. Did I miss it?”
CHAINED TO THE CURSED ALPHA’S BED The Notice on the Gatepost
Silas’s POVWe arrived at dusk, in four cars, dressed like men going to a wedding.I had chosen my suit with care. Dark gray, perfectly cut, with a pale silk tie and a white rose pinned to the lapel. On my right hand, the signet ring of gold and onyx sat heavy and cold, and I turned it, once, with my thumb, as I stepped out of the car.The sky was streaked with violet. The air smelled of cut grass and woodsmoke and roasting meat. Along the old processional road, lanterns swayed from every post like fallen stars. Far ahead, on the great green swell of the hill, the ring of standing stones stood black against the dusk.“Remember,” I murmured to my three. “Smiles. Bows. We are friends of the house.”We began to walk.The east gate stood at the end of a long, shallow slope.It was an old stone archway, mossed and low, set into a fence line that ran away on either side into the dark. There should have been a stream of
CHAINED TO THE CURSED ALPHA’S BED Held In The Dark
Aaron’s POVWhen I opened the door and saw her, every word left me at once.She stood by the dressing table in the yellow dress. Her hair fell in dark curls to her shoulders. Gold shone on her eyelids, and tiny gold earrings caught the light, and her whole face glowed as if she had swallowed the afternoon.For one moment, I was not in the bedroom at all.I was in an empty restaurant, watching a girl in this same dress walk around a table to kiss me. I could smell lavender and warm skin. I could hear her laugh. It was the happiest night of my life, and it came back to me so clearly that my throat closed.Like the sun, I managed to say, or something like it. She smiled, a little crooked. I held out my hand."Come here."She took a step.I watched her come. One step, then another, and something in the way she moved made my smile falter. She was too careful. Her hand drifted out, as if reaching for a wall that
CHAINED TO THE CURSED ALPHA’S BED Moonrise
Hannah’s POVI woke to the sound of hammers.It was a bright, busy sound, drifting up from the courtyard. Wood on wood. Men calling to each other. A cart rattling over stone. The Presentation was tonight.I tried to sit up.My arms did not want to work. They felt as if they were filled with wet sand. I pushed against the mattress and the room tilted, a slow gray swing, and I stopped with my hand flat on the sheet and waited for it to settle. My hands were cold, though the morning sun lay warm across the blanket.It’s only nerves, I told myself. Only a bad night.I took a slow breath. Then another. By the third, the room had steadied, and I swung my legs over the edge and stood. My knees shook once, and held.I did not want him to see. Not today. He had worked so hard to stop looking at me like I was made of glass, and he had finally begun to smile again. I would not take that away from him. Not on the one night I had bee
CHAINED TO THE CURSED ALPHA’S BED The Door in the Wall
Silas’s POVThe notice invite arrived on cream paper, with a gold crest at the top. I let it lie there for a full minute, savoring it. Then I read it slowly.The Alpha Presents His Luna. Beneath the Full Moon. The Hill of the Old Stones. The Hour of Moonrise. All Are Welcome.Beneath the printed lines, in a thin, spidery hand someone had added a single sentence.Alpha Silas of Unicorn Park is welcome to attend, with a party of four.I smiled, four is too much. I only needed three.I had expected a refusal. Aaron Crest was not a fool. He must have known that a man who sent a threat did not come to a feast out of friendship.I crossed to the window and looked at the lights across the bay.Soon, I thought.I chose my three that evening.Ronan, of course. He had been at my side since we were boys. Then Lorne, my strongest fighter, a quiet, broad shouldered man who never asked questions. And Tamsin, small and sharp
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