ANMELDEN“A meeting?” I repeat. “You said that already, but it is evening and you have dressed me up like a Barbie doll getting ready for a cocktail party and now, we’re in a limo. Explain yourself. Start by dropping the cryptic crap.” “Dinner and dancing,” he says with a shrug. My wolf prances through my
(Sienna’s POV)A dry, humorless laugh escapes Elizabeth’s lips. “What she should expect on her wedding night is for Arthur to be thinking about Charlotte. And if he takes his so-called bride to the marital bed at all, he’ll be thinking about Charlotte, even then.” I scowl at Elizabeth for a moment,
I place the three designs on easels for their perusal. Queen Catherine walks between them, studying them carefully, followed by Elizabeth, who does the same.I walk along with them to point out all the distinguishing features. “The material will be radzimir silk,” I explain. “It was a favorite of Q
(Sienna’s POV)I sat hunched over my drafting table for too long. Standing, I first stretch my arms over my head, then make fists and press them into my back. Satisfaction blooms as the crack of vertebrae moving back into place reaches my ears. Demetria enters with a hot, steamy cup of coffee. Rea
Her breath catches, and she bows her head immediately in submission. “You of all people know that Sienna did not abandon her son. She was abused and manipulated for years here under your Alpha’s rule and forced out. That’s a far cry from what you claim happened.” Landon’s posture tightens. His eye
(Arthur’s POV)I stand at my full height inside the threshold, towering over Landon and Brianna with a deadpan stare locked firmly on Landon. Landon briefly flips through the folder and then closes it. “What power do you have to force us into allowing our son to be part of a wedding between strange
Arthur looked at me like my rejection had short-circuited something in his brain. For half a second, his mask slipped. Then the pressure in the room shifted as he let his dominance out on purpose, as if he could force me to reconsider through sheer intimidation.The air thinned, but I held my ground
The words hit like a physical blow. My chest aches as if someone has reached in and twisted my heart. My wolf whimpers, a sound of pure, helpless grief.“I—” I start, but my throat closes.I force a breath in, tasting champagne and perfume and the faint metallic tang of my own rising pain. I want to
I knew something was wrong the second I stepped out of the elevator. The air outside my office felt too still, too quiet. My assistant’s scent—usually coffee and floral shampoo—was laced with nerves. When I opened the door, I understood why.Landon stood in the middle of my office like he owned it,
The next morning, I dive into research like my life depends on it. Because it does. I meet with legal teams across the city. I see human attorneys, pack-law specialists, and the Alpha Council advisors. Every office looks the same by the time I’m through: polished desks, too-bright lights, and lawyer







