Masuk
Calla's POV
“When was the last time you experienced this?”
“About a month ago,” she mumbled, her head lowered as she remained kneeling.
“Are you sure this is not an attempt to run away from your duty?” I challenged. “You know how important today is. How could you fall down the stairs and sustain these bruises on your face?”
“I'm sorry, Luna,” she said. “I didn't mean to escape work.”
“Get up. Inform your fellow maids to take up your role for today. Visit a clinic and let them know I'll settle the bills as soon as the event is over.” I patted her gently on the shoulder.
“Thank you, Luna.” She rose to her feet, lowered her head, and walked out of my room.
I didn't wait behind in the room. I stood up, cracked my knuckles, and quickly followed after her, although I took a detour toward the kitchen.
There were about five cooks inside the kitchen preparing the delicious meals for today's event. As soon as they saw me step inside, their noise faded into total silence. I looked at their faces one after the other before I said anything.
“Today is the first anniversary of the Alpha's coronation,” I reminded them. “If any of our high-profile visitors complain about your food, every one of you is screwed. Understood?”
“Yes, Luna,” they chorused.
I left the kitchen and stepped out of my chamber, gazing at the beautiful sights in the distance. Several wolves were exchanging gifts. Joy filled the atmosphere. Everyone loved Alpha Draven, and most especially, his responsible Luna, me.
Glancing at my wristwatch, I realized we had about an hour to go. I felt a wave of pressure flow down my spine, but I managed to contain it with a forced smile. I walked back to my chamber and room, and each time I passed a group of wolves, they either remained silent, kept their heads lowered, or both.
Before I reached my doorstep, I saw a figure waiting by my doorway. I slowly rubbed my fingers over my face to confirm whether this was someone I knew.
Who was this tall guy? What was he doing in front of my doorstep? Couldn't he be a little scared of being arrested?
“Who are you?” I dared to question the man as he turned toward me with a confused look. “Who the hell are you? Do I know you?”
Guards showed up immediately, but they quickly retreated when they realized what was going on. I stood a short distance from the man as my gaze held his face firmly.
At once, he chortled loudly and moved closer to me, pulling me into a comfortable hug as he ran his fingers through my hair.
“This is the way I've always wanted my woman to be. Nasty and weird.”
“Poor Draven,” I said, pulling away from the hug and kissing his cheek. “Do I know you?”
He scoffed slightly. “Don't let this progress to amnesia. I'm the guy who controls this entire pack. I'm the same guy who... fucks you every night.”
“Shh.” I quickly pulled him into my room, rolling my eyes dramatically at him. “Why would you say that in front of the guards?”
“You wanted me to remind you who the hell I am, didn't you?” He placed his palm gently on my shoulder as our eyes met.
I scoffed, rolled my eyes away, then back to his face.
“What were you discussing with Elder Corvin on the balcony?”
“Many guards were trying to get your attention about something important, but you seemed engrossed in a chat with him. No excuses, no secrets. That's the promise, huh?” I asked, but his gaze never left my face.
He didn't even blink.
His palm remained on my shoulder, and he didn't say a word. I had to cup his jaw to make sure his mind was here with me, but he seemed far more disoriented than I thought.
“Sorry,” he said, coming back to his senses as his gaze darkened. “Yeah, I love berries. How about you?”
“Berries?”
He laughed quietly.
“You don't believe I do?”
He walked toward the fridge, took a tray from the kitchenette, and placed several fruits on it.
“Want some berries?”
I lowered my head quietly, trying to let his absent-minded nature slide. Why would he give me such a long stare and darken his gaze without saying a word?
How did Elder Corvin's case relate to berries?
“Yes, I want some.” I forced a smile. “I love berries, not because they're sweet, but because you love them.”
A sudden wave of dizziness washed over me, making me feel like I was about to collapse. I staggered backward and grabbed the couch beside me. He stood there, looking at me as though he hadn't noticed anything.
He gave a quiet nod, placed the tray on the table, and walked away.
I watched him open the door and shut it behind him. I tried to go after him, and as soon as I opened the door, he was nowhere in sight. Instead, I saw the face of the man I least expected.
Elder Corvin, with his hands tucked into his pockets, walked across the hallway, slowly raising his head until our eyes met. The moment they did, memories flashed through my mind.
The way he chuckled softly. The way Draven smiled sheepishly when I confessed that I felt the bond between us. The way he heaved a deep sigh of relief instead of showing overwhelming joy at finding a mate.
Glancing at my tingling wrist, I saw it glowing gently. According to the pack rules, that was where mate marks were supposed to appear. I took one last glance at Elder Corvin's face, and he gave me a strange look before walking away.
I slammed my door shut and hurried after him, but he was nowhere in sight.
“Woohoo,” I heard a boy say to his friend as they walked past me. “Guess what?”
“I'm not good at guessing, prick.”
“Fuck you. Well, someone just arrived. She goes by the name Nyx and...”
His voice faded into the distance.
Before I could react, I saw Draven coming down the hallway. He saw me waiting there and slowed his steps.
He must have heard about the person who had just arrived. He must know about Nyx's sudden arrival at the pack.
“Did you invite Nyx to this ceremony?” I asked quietly.
He gave me a dangerous glare before squinting in disbelief.
“Wait... Nyx?”
“You don't know she's in the pack now?”
He grinned, glancing around erratically.
“How come?”
Guards quickly showed up behind him.
“Alpha, you have a new visitor.”
His gaze lingered on my face for a moment before he gave me a slight nod and followed the guards to his office.
As he left, I rushed toward a different route leading there.
Why would Nyx be at this ceremony without even being invited? Or had he invited her and chosen to keep it from me?
Before I could reach his office, some wolves called for my attention in the Beta's office. I had to choose responsibility over eavesdropping. I followed them down the hallway for about five minutes before finally reaching the office.
I walked into the Beta's office, and my heart dropped to my feet.
Draven and Nyx were inside, talking. Draven was giving her the kind of smile I had never received from him.
He must have changed the meeting place, believing I would follow him to his office.
Nyx slowly turned her head toward me when she heard someone walk in.
“Calla?” Nyx said, swiveling her chair to face me. “Hm. She looks so cool, doesn't she?”
Her stare darkened slowly as it settled on my face.
“She looks so comfortable in an office she doesn't even belong in. Draven, shall we leave her in here or find somewhere else to have our little sweet chat?”
Calix's POVThe room split in half before the rest of us could get another breath.Daven moved first, three rapid strides toward Knox as if his body had already made up its mind about something his brain was still chewing on. Anger and grief twisted into his face as one.I wasn’t even sure which one had pushed him to act first. I stayed exactly where I was, rooted to the same spot on the carpet, because some ugly, immediate part of me had already sorted Knox's confession into a box labeled worse than mine, and I hated myself for doing math like that in a moment that deserved better from all of us.“You let pack corner her. In our house. And left her.” Daven's voice had roughed, cracked in a way I'd heard him sound twice before."I did." Knox didn't flinch from it, didn't soften it, didn't offer a single word of cushioning to make it easier for Daven to hear."How do we even begin to..." Daven stopped himself, dragging a hand down his face, and for a second he just stood there, breathi
Daven's POV"Everyone. Now. My study." That was the full message I sent to three people at once without explanation, and within eleven minutes, all three of them stood in front of me, and that told me how deep into this we already were in a way nothing I could have put into words could.Calix arrived first, jaw tightened, his tie a full inch loosened from its knot as though he’d half-pulled it off himself in the car.Soren was just a moment behind him, still, watchful, already loitering near the door. Knox arrived third, sawdust coating his forearms. He just leaned on the wall and waited for someone else to start."Mara," I said, no preamble, watching all three of their faces for the reaction. "Say it out loud so I know none of us are imagining this.""Mara," Calix repeated, flat, and something in his voice cracked right down the middle of the word. "I've had my own account frozen since last night. Locked out of the discretionary fund an hour after I started tracing it back to her.""
Calla’s POVThe email was already sitting in my inbox before I had even set my coffee down; the subject line clinical enough that it wouldn’t have looked out of place to anyone who hadn’t spent the last three years teaching themselves how to read a threat that hid behind the guile of paperwork.'Notice of Internal Review - Onboarding Documentation.' I read it twice, standing, my coat still half on, and felt that icy lurch in my stomach I had begun to recognise as a warning system in itself. Sharper than any fear, quieter than any panic, the distinctly surreal sensation of watching a trap spring from a very safe distance before it actually popped shut.The email cited irregularities in my onboarding paperwork. Discrepancies in employment history verification. A flag on my previous address that couldn’t be located in any HR database. Which made a baffling amount of sense to me and to precisely nobody in that building, as my previous address in the system was a pack compound which most
Calix’s POVThree transfers, two shell accounts, one very illegal favor called in from a man who owed me more than he'd ever admit to owing me out loud, and not a single one of it on paper by the time I finished at 03:40. I sat in the darkness of my own office while the confirmation screens blinked out one by one and told myself it was strategy. Told myself a man protecting his own trail before an enemy got to it first was merely playing the game, and I knew as I was saying it that I was lying to myself just like I'd been lying to myself for the last three years on a hundred smaller issues. I'd started this. That was the thing I kept circling back to at 3 AM with a glass of something expensive warming in my hand on my desk, turning it over like a stone I couldn't put back down. Mara had built the gun. Nyx had pulled the trigger. The target had been mine to select, and I had selected him years ago, drunk on my own resentment, calling it justice. Providing Nyx with exactly the oppor
Soren's POV"Soren." Just my name, and already I knew something had gone badly wrong, because Corvin's voice used to fill a room without trying, and now it barely filled the phone against my ear. Thin, papery, cracking somewhere in the middle of two syllables like his throat had aged a decade since I'd last heard it."Corvin."I leaned my back against Calla's corridor tile. Kept my voice low. "It's late. What do you want?""Not on the phone." A breath that rattled like an anchor line fraying. "I need to see you. Tonight, if you can. Somewhere quiet. Somewhere where the walls don't whisper.""Corvin, if this is about the bond records again, I don't have the patience tonight for—""It isn't." His voice cut through me, sudden and raw in a way I haven't heard since I was a boy listening to this man lecture to a desk that seemed immune to his particular brand of desperation. "This is bigger than the records. Please, Soren. I wouldn't ask if I had any other option left."I looked back down
Soren's POV I said I'd walk Jade out myself, and there was something in my own voice saying it that surprised me, because six months ago I’d have found a chart and burrowed in it and let someone else deal with the having-to-be-alone-with-her part. "I've got a shift ending in twenty minutes anyway," I said, which was true and also not nearly the real reason. Jade's eyes flitted back and forth between the two of us with the specialized knowledge of a woman who’d taken it upon herself to be the only one functioning in this entire building tonight. "Fine," she said. "Text me the second you’re both in the car." Both. As if there were some alternate reality where I would allow Calla to walk to a parking structure on her own after a stranger had just stood in my waiting room mouthing a word at her through glass. There was not. The thought of such a reality, the thought of there being some version of this that I could shrug off to a security guard and go back to my charts and let a







