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Chapter Twenty Nine: The Princess and The Beta

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last update publish date: 2026-02-12 23:52:57

Three days.

It had been three days since Levi told me we were done. Three days since I’d stood him up to have lunch with Nate instead of reviewing the evidence he’d gathered. Three days since he’d looked at me with those cold eyes and said, “Maybe you should focus on your husband instead of wasting my time.”

Three days of silence.

And now I had to stand beside him and smile while we received Princess Celeste of Moonridge.

Perfect.

I’d met her once before, at a regional summit two months ago. Sh
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    I arrived at the library first. Same table, same chair, same window behind me with the training fields visible and the afternoon doing its late October thing outside. I put my notebook on the table and my bag on the chair and I sat down and I did not think about Eli saying something shifted or about a text saved on my phone from an unknown number that was not unknown anymore. I opened the notebook to the section I had been building on the mate bond recognition system and I read through my notes from the primary documentation Levi had given me access to, dense and specific and full of the language of institutional change, the way laws were written when the people writing them understood that what they were putting on paper was going to outlast the moment that produced it. My mother’s name was in the documents four times. My fathers’ names more than that. I had known this intellectually. It was pack history now, it was in the curriculum, it was something I had grown up knowing the

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    I got to school early. Not because I had somewhere to be but because the estate at seven in the morning had a specific quality that I was not in the mood for, which was the quality of people who loved me noticing that something was different and being careful about asking. My father Levi had looked at me over breakfast with the inventory expression, the one Eli had inherited, and I had looked back at him with the face and he had looked at his coffee and not said anything, which was the right call and which I appreciated and which I still needed to leave the house to get away from. I sat in the library for forty minutes before the first bell. I read the same page four times. Then Petra sat across from me and said: “Did you really tell Isla Voss she was the least interesting person in the garden?” “No,” I said. “That is not what I heard,” she said. “I said I was the most interesting person in the garden,” I said. “Including her. Those are different statements.” Petra looked at

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    The first thing he said was: “How long.” Not how long have you been coming here. Not how long have you known. Just how long, which was the question that contained all the other questions and which I was not going to answer standing in a clearing in the dark with my heart doing something I was not going to acknowledge. “That is not your question to ask,” I said. He looked at me. He had not moved from the tree line. I had not moved from the centre of the clearing. We were twelve feet apart and the moonlight was doing what moonlight did and I was very aware of the specific quality of being seen by someone you had not invited to see you doing the thing you were most careful to do alone. “I am not going to tell anyone,” he said. “I know,” I said. “Then why—” “Because it is not your question,” I said. “You are here by accident or you followed me, and either way you saw something you were not supposed to see, and the appropriate response is to go home and not ask questions about it.

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    My mother was in the kitchen when I got home. Not cooking. Just in the kitchen the way she was sometimes in the kitchen, sitting at the table with a cup of tea and whatever she was reading, using the room the way she had always used it, as the place in the estate where ordinary things happened and the weight of everything else was proportionally lighter. She looked up when I came through the door. I put my bag on the chair and opened the fridge and looked at its contents without any real intention and closed it again. “How was school,” she said. “Fine,” I said. She looked at me over her cup. I sat at the table across from her and pulled her book toward me and looked at the cover and pushed it back. “Adler assigned the pack history project,” I said. “I know,” she said. “Eli mentioned it.” “He paired me with Caius Ashford,” I said. My mother looked at her cup. She did not say anything for a moment, which was its own kind of response, the specific considered quiet of someone

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    Mum knocked on my door at seven. She did not say anything when I opened it. She looked at my face with the specific attention she brought to things she needed to fully understand and then she came in and sat on the edge of my bed and I sat beside her and neither of us spoke for a moment. That was the thing about my mother. She did not perform comfort. She just arrived and sat in the space with you and let the space be what it needed to be. “Isla said it in front of people,” I said eventually. “I know,” she said. “Eli told you.” “Eli did not have to tell me,” she said. “I know Isla Voss.” I looked at my hands. “She is not wrong,” I said. “About the wolf.” My mother looked at me. “She is wrong about everything that matters.” I wanted to believe that. I had been trying to believe the version of it for three years, the version where having no wolf was a fact and not a verdict, where it meant nothing about what I was worth or what I was capable of or who I was going to become. So

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    “What I think,” Ella said slowly, carefully, “is that you’re a bitter woman who pits her sons against each other because it makes you feel powerful. You favor Nate, you abuse Levi, and you wonder why they hate each other. But the truth is—they learned it from you.”The hallway went silent.Vivienne

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    I made it to the suite, into my bedroom, before the tears came.I hated this. Hated him. Hated myself for caring what he thought, for wanting something from him he clearly couldn’t give.The door to my room slammed open.Nate stood there, his control completely gone. His tie was loose, his hair dis

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