INICIAR SESIÓN
CHAPTER 1
“Do you, Alpha Damos take Sailyn to be your lawful mate, to stand by her through all that life may bring?”, the officiant's voice echoed The chapel was a blur of white flowers, glittering lights, and murmurs of excitement, but all I could see was him. My Alpha. My mate. The one I was meant to be bound to. And yet… he couldn’t feel me. He couldn’t see the bond pulsing between us like a heartbeat. And my twin, Sailyn, was radiant. Perfect. The way she smiled, the way her dress clung to her in all the right places, the way her hand rested on his arm like it was always meant to be there. It made me want to scream. The officiant’s words were salt in a wound I was forced to keep open. I sat in the front row, like a prisoner at my own execution. Sailyn’s personal guard stood at each side. To others, it was like they were protecting me, but I knew better. She had instructed them coldly with a cruel, elegant smile on her face. “Make her watch.” A stabbing pain clenched beneath my ribs. My wolf was writhing uncontrollably, wanting to come out and take control. My wolf couldn’t bear the sight of our mate being married to another. “No, not here. Not now.” I dug my nails into my palms, focusing on the sting. “Stay down, be silent.” I could endure this. I had to. “...to have and to hold, from this day forward…” A guttural sound vibrated in my chest. The bond, our bond, was screaming. I squeezed my eyes shut, muscles trembling with the effort to contain the creature raging under my skin. “Don’t. You’ll make it worse.” I pleaded. On the altar, Sailyn slid a possessive hand up Damos’s arm. My wolf saw its mate being touched by another and it shattered the last control I had. A raw snarl ripped from my throat. My body launched forward, not by my will, but by a force that I couldn’t control. My legs moved before my brain caught up, heels clicking against the marble like a warning shot. I yelled, “STOP!” The chapel went silent. Everyone turned. Gasps fluttered through the crowd.The officiant blinked, clearly startled, and said, “Excuse me…?” I shoved past the stares, straight toward him. I ignored the officiant as I turned towards the only person that mattered in the room. “You can’t marry her!”, I screamed, my fists clenched at my sides "Don’t you feel it? Don’t you feel us?” His calm, unreadable gaze swept over me. “Solyn… there is nothing between us. You need to step back.” “No! You’re lying! I know you feel it!” I pressed my hands to his chest, his heart thumping around my hands. I tried to make him feel it…tried to pull him to me, but he didn’t flinch. Didn’t even acknowledge the bond. Nothing. He pushed my hand away from his chest The officiant cleared his throat, uneasy. “You may… you may now place the ring on her finger—” I lunged. “Stop!” Strong hands grabbed me from behind, Sailyn’s guards. Their hands pressed tightly into my stomach. I struggled to breath. “She can't steal him from me. I couldn't allow her.” My wolf growled internally, my body struggled, every muscle screaming, but I still couldn’t reach him. My heart shattered as Sailyn’s hand reached for the ring. I held on to a chair near me before they could haul me out of the hall. I forced my voice over the murmurs of the crowd. “Don’t you see? I’m his mate!”, I screamed "You’re mine! You feel me", my voice lowers “ or you should!” He looked at me, indifferent. Then he turned to the man behind me “It shouldn't be hard to handle a woman, Corvus. Get her out of the hall now!” I froze. I let the men drag me out. My chest ached. Every breath burned. The night was closing in and the ceremony ended. This couldn't be happening. My mate is my twin sister's husband and there was nothing I could do about it. I found Sailyn alone in a quiet corner of the hall, she was checking something or so… I didn't care. I lunged towards her. “You really think this makes you better than me?” I demanded, voice low, trembling with rage. “Stealing him from me?” Her smirk widened, that infuriating curl of superiority. “Stealing? Solyn… he was never yours. You never had him.” “Why do you always have to ruin everything?” I hissed. “Why him? Why now?” Her laugh was sharp, a cruel, bitter sound. “Because I can. Because I want him. And because you’re… pathetic.” I ground my teeth “You think I don't see through you?" Her eyes sparkled with amusement. “Honey, he doesn’t mean anything to you. Not like he means something to me.” she scoffed “We both want the same thing. Power. I just deserve it more than you do” "You are lying”, I shook my head " I don't want power. I just want to have my mate back. He is mine. Not…” Before I could react, the silhouette of my mother appeared. She was dressed in a sleek, pearl-white gown, perfectly tailored, with a strand of pearls draped around her neck and an icy smile that made her look untouchable. Sailyn shifted close to mother, grinning like she had rehearsed this moment a thousand times. “You’ve always been jealous, Solyn,” Mom said, syrupy sweet. “Always wanting what Sailyn has. Always bitter. Always… less.” “That’s a lie!” I snapped. “I…” “Your insecurities are showing,” Sailyn interrupted, tilting her head. “Sad, really.” I opened my mouth to shout, to rip into them, to scream, but Sailyn wasn’t done. From her clutch, she drew a small knife and dragged it across her palm. Blood blossomed like fire. My mouth open in shock. I had no idea she was taking it that far. Her lips curled up in mischief. “AHHHHH!” Her scream tore through the hall, jagged and raw. My legs went weak. My stomach lurched. The Alpha came running , crouching to take a look at her hands. His eyes paled when he saw the blood dropping from her wrists. The panic in his eyes could not be put into words, but still… never once looking at me. The bond I had known, the connection I had felt pulsing through my veins, was invisible to him. “She did this", my own mother said "She got so jealous… that she cut her sister", my mother covered her mouth as she looked at me, tears dropping from her eyes “She's your sister, Solyn. Why would you do this?" “They’re lying!” I shouted, but my words were drowned by Sailyn’s wails. “Out!” The Alpha’s command reverberated through the chapel. “You’re banished from this pack, Solyn!” Banished. Cast out. My mate had turned his back on me. My mother stepped forward. She wiped her fake tears with the back of her hands. She brings out a folder from her bag and handed it to me “Since you can’t stay, we’ve arranged a place for you. A college. Far away. You’ll go. You’ll start over.” I stared at it. My hands shook. Every instinct screamed to tear it up, to run, to fight. But he couldn’t feel me. He couldn’t see the bond that had always been ours. Finally, I whispered, “Fine… I’ll go.”CHAPTER 43 — AlmostI could not sleep, I tossed and turned in bed, staring at the ceiling until the patterns on the stone started to blur. My throat felt dry and my jug was empty, the sheets cold on the side where no one slept. I groaned and threw the blanket off, grabbed the empty glass from my nightstand, and padded barefoot to the kitchen.The house was silent at two in the morning. I walked without thinking, my feet knowing the way, and my mind too tired to form complete thoughts.The kitchen was dark when I pushed the door open. I did not bother with the lights. I found the jug of water by memory, filled my glass, and drank until my throat stopped burning.Then I sat down at the small table near the window and stared out at the dark courtyard.I did not know how long I sat there. I was just sitting, my hands wrapped around the empty glass, my head too full of thoughts I could not sort through.The door creaked and I turned.Damos stood in the doorway, his hand still on the handle
CHAPTER 42 — The NotebookI laid on my bed with the notebook open on my lap, the pen moving across the page faster than my thoughts could keep up. The words came out in a rush, messy and uneven, the way they always did when I stopped pretending and just let myself write.I am tired of being her. I am tired of smiling wearing her clothes like a costume that is starting to fit too well. I do not know where she ends and I begin anymore.I paused, reading back what I had written. My handwriting was sharp, almost angry, the letters pressing hard into the page.I was never the problem. I was never the jealous one. I was never the liar. They made me into something I was not and I let them because fighting back never worked. But I was never the problem.I wrote it again as if writing it once was not enough to make it true.I was never the problem.A third time.I was never the problem.I set the pen down and stared at the page. The words stared back at me, dark and certain, the kind of certai
CHAPTER 41 — Tywin SpeaksI stood at the gate before the sun was fully up, waiting for Tywin to return.I had been standing there for nearly an hour but I did not care. Three days felt like three weeks and every time I walked past his empty post, every time I looked for him in the dining hall and did not see him, every time I remembered that he was out there alone because of me, my chest tightened a little more.The gate creaked open and a group of guards trudged through, their shoulders heavy, their boots caked with mud. And at the back of the group, limping slightly, his face pale and streaked with dirt, was Tywin.I walked toward him before I could stop myself.He looked up when he saw me, and for a moment he almost smiled. But the smile did not reach his eyes. He was too tired for that."Solyn," he said. His voice was hoarse and rough."Tywin." I stopped in front of him and looked at his face, at the bruise forming on his jaw, at the cut on his hand that had not been bandaged. "Yo
CHAPTER 40 — Jealousy Again"I am tired, Tywin. I really am."The words came out before I could stop them, cracking in the middle, and then the tears followed. Tywin did not say anything. He just pulled me into his side and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. His hand was warm and steady against my arm."You have been holding too much," he said quietly. "For too long."I pressed my face into my hands. "I miss my old life. I miss waking up and knowing who I was. I miss not having to pretend every single moment of every single day."He did not tell me it would be okay. He did not tell me to stop crying. He just held me and let me cry."I am here," he said. "I will always be here."I leaned into him. His shoulder was solid against mine. His presence was the only thing in this pack that still felt real."I do not know how much longer I can do this," I whispered."Then do not do it alone."I cried into my hands, he kept his arm around me. The fountain trickled beside us, the courtyard wa
CHAPTER 39 — WhyI sat in the empty archive, holding a book that I had barely read a single line from. I could not stop thinking about Damos and how he reacted when I had defended him in the council chamber. The door opened, putting my thoughts on hold.Speak of the devil.Damos walked in, his steps slow and measured as usual, his boots barely making a sound against the stone floor. He was still in his day clothes, his shirt untucked, his sleeves rolled up, and he looked like he had been walking for a while without any particular place to go.He stopped at the end of my table and looked down at me."You are still awake," he said."So are you."He pulled out the chair across from me and sat down. His elbows rested on the table and his hands clasped together, his eyes stayed on my face."Why did you do it?" he asked."Do what?""Defend me in front of the council. You stood up and you shut them down and you did not have to. They expected you to stay quiet and some of them expected you to
CHAPTER 38- She Defends Him I walked into the council chamber and saw the setup immediately. The elders sat in a half circle facing a single chair in the center. Damos's chair. They meant for him to sit there alone while they asked their questions and made their judgments. The room was arranged to make him look like a defendant.I sat in the chair beside where he would sit, not in the center, beside it.Elder Maris opened the meeting. He spoke about the good of the pack, about stability, and about the need to ensure the Alpha was fit to lead. Elder Tolland nodded along while Elder Corvus watched me from the far end of the table.They left a pause after the opening statement. Some of them expected me to stay neutral or quietly nod. I could see it in the way they looked at me, the way they waited, the way they had already decided what I would do.I stood up."The Alpha has led this pack through a kidnapping, an internal security breach, and a sustained campaign of border harassment fro
CHAPTER 17 — Wolf TroubleI am walking back from the kitchens when I hear the voices around the corner.Two guards stand near the stairwell, their backs to me. Their voices are low but not low enough. One of them shakes his head, his hand pressed to his chest like he is still trying to calm his own
CHAPTER 16 — The TimelineI spread the timeline across the floor and Tywin crouches beside me and goes through it carefully.I have been building it in pieces for days, cross-referencing everything I pulled from the archive with what I already knew.Tywin picks up the first page, he scans it, sets
CHAPTER 10 — The StrategistDamos calls me into the war room after the midday meal. I find him standing over a table spread with maps, his sleeves rolled up, his hair falling across his forehead. He does not look up when I enter. He just gestures toward the chair beside him and keeps talking."Silv
CHAPTER 8 The pack archive is locked at midnight, I know this because I checked earlier, walking past the heavy oak doors twice and counting the guards. The third time I come back with a hairpin and the knowledge that no one bothers to guard old secrets as well as they guard new ones.The lock cli







