MasukLUCEN'S POVThe grand ballroom felt suffocating, a gilded cage designed to masquerade as a celebration. I stood at the altar, dressed in ceremonial black, the fabric stiff and heavy against my skin, mirroring the weight of a hundred watching eyes pressing into me like chains. Above, the crystal chandeliers cast a golden, mocking glow over polished marble floors, the place is filled with faces of neighboring pack leaders who smiled with teeth that looked too much like knives.Guests from across the territories filled the hall, their murmurs blending into a low, expectant hum. It was the sound of politics, of alliances being cemented in the blood of tradition. It sounded distant, hollow, and utterly wretched. My gaze swept across the room, not truly seeing any of them. I wasn’t looking for allies; I wasn’t looking for their hollow approval.I was looking for someone who wasn’t there. Eli.My jaw tightened, a tremor of suppressed fury vibrating through my neck. He should have been here
ELI'S POVThe thing that emerged from the brush was not a wolf... at least not one that belonged in the civilized, manicured territories of the Blackthorne pack.It was a mass of matted, grey-black fur, its frame skeletal and twisted, eyes glowing with a feral, milky luminescence that spoke of starvation and madness. It was a Rogue... a wolf who had lost their human anchor, a creature consumed by the very darkness I had just tried to flee.I backed away, my hands clawing at the dirt, but my body felt like it was made of lead. The rejection had stripped me of everything. Noom was curled somewhere deep inside me, trembling, silent... like even he didn’t have the strength to fight anymore. Without Lucen’s bond… I felt exposed. Fragile. Like a dying flame in the middle of a storm.“Go away,” I whispered, my voice cracking against my throat.The beast didn't listen. It let out a sound—a cross between a whimper and a jagged growl—and lunged."RAWWWR”I rolled to the side, the motion teari
ELI'S POVWhen I noticed there was only one guard outside my door... the younger one, an alpha-sympathizer who had always looked at me with pity... something shifted in me. A chance. A risk. I stood slowly, ignoring the black spots dancing in my vision and the agonizing dizziness that threatened to pull me back to the floor. I walked toward the door, my movements fluid and unnatural.I knocked. A soft, pathetic sound.“Can you… help me?” I called softly, letting my voice tremble just enough to tug at his conscience.There was hesitation. I heard him shift his weight. Then the door clicked open. The guard stepped in, eyes darting to my pale face, looking cautious. “What do you need, Mr. Ashcroft? You want food?.”I didn't answer. instead, I released my pheromones. Not the usual soft, inviting scent I’d cultivated for my Alpha, but a concentrated blast of distress... heavy, cloying, overwhelming. Heat.His eyes widened instantly. His jaw went slack, his resistance shattering under the s
ELI'S POVI didn’t notice when my breathing turned uneven or when my fingers started trembling against the glass. One moment I was just staring… the next, I couldn’t look away.From my window, I could see everything.The manicured lawns of the Blackthorne estate stretched wide beneath the afternoon light, pristine and untouched... just like they always were before any grand event. But today, it was different. Staff moved everywhere, carrying arrangements, adjusting decorations, rushing in coordinated chaos. White drapes were being hung along the balcony railings. Gold fixtures were polished until they gleamed. The grand ballroom doors stood open, revealing chandeliers already lit even though the sun hadn’t fully set yet.It was being prepared… for a marking ceremony.For their marking ceremony... Lucen and Caden.“…so it’s really happening,” I whispered, my voice barely audible even to myself.Elder Mara must have pushed for it to be held in the ballroom. It was the easiest place to p
LUCEN'S POVThe air in the hallway was thick, suffocating with the scent of distress rose-scented pheromones and the metallic tang of fresh blood... Eli’s blood. I carried Caden, my fated mate, down the corridor, but my mind was a thousand miles away, locked in the doorway where I had just left Eli. Every step felt like a betrayal, a deliberate path away from the only person who had ever truly seen the man behind the Alpha title.When I pushed open the guest room door, the sterile, unlived-in energy of the space struck me. I placed Caden on the bed with a rough, calculated distance. His weight had barely left my arms, yet I felt an ache in my chest where my heart was currently being torn in two.“This isn’t our room,” Caden snapped, his voice sharp and demanding. He sat up, his eyes tracking me with a predator’s predatory calculation.“It’s a guest room,” I replied, my voice a flat, dead thing. I stepped back, putting the width of the room between us. “You’ll stay here.”Caden’s bro
ELI'S POVI was sitting on the bed of my bedroom. Last night, I chose to stay here because I couldn’t bear to see Lucen… or whatever he was doing with that omega. My eyes were still burning from crying all night. I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Lucen walking away with Caden in his arms like I meant nothing at all. Lucen not looking back. It felt like drowning without water.Noom was quiet inside me now, curled up like a wounded beast. No rage. No protests. Just… silence. That scared me more than anything.My mother, father, and Elena had tried to stay with me last night. I remember my mother holding my hands tightly, her voice trembling. “Come with us, Eli. Please. You don’t have to stay here.”But I shook my head. “I need time alone,” I told them. My voice didn’t even sound like mine. “Please… just go home.”Elena stepped closer, furious. “Eli, tomorrow tonight is Alpha Lucen's marking ceremony with that Caden.”I flinched at the word, but forced myself to breathe







