Ameliaโs POVI walked Ivy back to her chambers, promising weโd head to dinner together later. Her face lit up with excitement the entire way. Seeing her this happy made my heart lighter than it had been in days.As I stood outside her door, watching it click shut, I couldnโt help but smile. Ivy was in awe of everything here, and I didnโt blame her. Her chambers were grander than anything weโd ever seen growing up, with carved furniture that seemed alive and a chandelier that caught the light like diamonds.โI still canโt believe this is my life,โ sheโd said, spinning in place to take it all in.โGet used to it,โ I had replied with a laugh, though deep down, I wasnโt sure I had.The smile faded as I walked back to my own chambers, my thoughts shifting. The moment I closed my door behind me, the tension crept back in, winding itself around my chest. I leaned against the cool wood for a second before pushing off and heading to the window.Lucas. His name hovered on the edge of my mind, r
Sabrinaโs POVThe door slammed behind me, the echo ringing through the lavish halls of my chambers. I didnโt care who heard or sawโI was seething. My blood boiled as I stormed deeper into the room, tearing at the necklace around my throat and flinging it across the room. It clattered against the vanity, the delicate chain breaking as it fell.โItโs not fair!โ I screamed, yanking at the drapes, sending a vase crashing to the floor. The shards sparkled mockingly up at me, only fueling my rage. I grabbed the nearest cushion, hurling it toward the fireplace.Lucas. Always Lucas, standing by her. Protecting her.It should have been me.I kicked a stool out of the way, breathing heavily as my thoughts spiraled. That wine had been perfectly placed, the servant perfectly directedโyet somehow, it had all gone wrong. And not only did it go wrong, it backfired so spectacularly that I was the one humiliated.My hands curled into fists. Amelia. That simpering, wide-eyed little imposter. She should
Ameliaโs POVI woke to the soft glow of morning light filtering through my curtains, the gentle calm of the palace whispering promises of a peaceful day. But something in me felt off, an uneasiness I couldnโt shake. Snow had been restless all night, her presence a sharp edge in the back of my mind.We need to stay alert, she said, her voice clear and firm.โFor what?โ I whispered as I stretched, sliding out of bed. โEverything seems fine.โSnow didnโt answer, but her silence carried a tension that set my nerves on edge.After a quick wash, I dressed simply in a loose tunic and leggings, something comfortable for moving about. Today, preparations for the upcoming hunting festival would likely be in full swing. Lena and Cassidy informed me about the hunting festival. It's an event that basically shows off your wolf and skills, especially the male wolves. The unmated ones. I didnโt know much about what was expected of me yet, but anything to distract me from the creeping dread would help
Ameliaโs POVThe palace courtyard buzzed with excitement as the hunting festival began in earnest. Wolves of all sizes and colors moved about, some already in their wolf forms, their sleek fur catching the sunlight. The air carried a heady mix of anticipation and primal energy.I lingered near the edge of the gathering, my nerves tugging at me. Snow was unusually quiet, her presence simmering just beneath the surface of my mind.Youโll be fine, Ivyโs voice broke into my thoughts through the mind link, her tone cheerful. She was beside me, her grin as bright as the sun overhead, her auburn hair glinting in the light.You sound awfully confident, I replied, forcing a smile as I glanced at her wolf form.Thatโs because I am, she shot back with a playful tone. Itโs just a hunt, Amelia, not a battlefield.Snowโs voice cut through my thoughts like a knife. Nothing about this is friendly. Stay alert.I frowned but kept my thoughts to myself.Lucas stepped into view, and the noise in the cour
Lucas's POVThe forest was alive with the sound of wolves, their howls echoing through the trees as the hunting festival reached its peak. Yet, amidst the triumphant cries, my chest tightened with a feeling I couldnโt ignore.Somethingโs wrong, Titan growled in my mind, pacing restlessly.I scanned the clearing, watching as wolves darted between the trees, their movements fluid and focused. Ivyโs reddish-brown coat caught my eye as she paused near Cassidyโs sleek brown form. Lena wasnโt far behind them, her agile frame weaving through the underbrush. But one figure wa s missingโSnow.I stopped cold, my breath hitching.Where is she? Titan demanded, his voice sharp. Amelia wouldnโt leave the group.The weight of his words settled heavily on my chest. Snow had been with the others when the hunt began, staying close to Ivy and Cassidy. She wasnโt reckless. She wouldnโt have wandered off alone.I shifted back into my human form and approached the girls, urgency tightening my throat. โWhere
Ameliaโs POVThe infirmary was too quiet, despite the low murmur of voices around me. The antiseptic smell stung my nose, and every tiny noise seemed amplified in the stillness. I sat on the edge of the bed, my side aching as the pack doctor examined the wound that rogue had inflicted. Snow was already working to heal me, but I could still feel the throbbing pain radiating from my ribs.I hated this. Hated being the one sitting injured while everyone else stood around, watching me like I was fragile.Lucas was closest, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. His gaze hadnโt left me since we entered the room, and his expression was unreadable. I didnโt need to guess what was running through his mind; I could feel his tension like a second pulse.The othersโLena, Cassidy, and Ivyโstood near the doorway. Ivyโs lips were pressed into a thin line, while Lena shifted uncomfortably. Cassidy kept glancing my way, her worry evident. They were trying to hide it, but guilt radiated off t
Ameliaโs POVThe silence in Lucasโs office stretched thin as we sat across from each other, the weight of the rogueโs death lingering between us like a shadow neither of us could shake. My thoughts churned, frantic, as I replayed everything from the dungeon in my mind.Poison. Deliberate, calculated, and merciless. Whoever was behind this wanted to send a message. And that message was clear: they wanted me dead.I tapped my fingers restlessly on the armrest of the chair, each rhythmic beat feeding the tension in the air. Lucas stood near his desk, arms crossed, his shoulders tight with restraint. He hadnโt said much since we left the dungeons, but the storm brewing behind his eyes told me everything I needed to know.He was angry. Not just at the rogueโs death, but at me.โAmelia,โ he said finally, breaking the silence. His voice was low, measuredโtoo measured. โYouโre not going to let this go, are you?โI stiffened, meeting his gaze head-on. โSomeone just orchestrated an attack on me
Amelia's POVI slammed the door of my chamber behind me, my breaths coming out fast and uneven as I leaned against the solid wood. My heart was racing, the echoes of my argument with Lucas still fresh in my mind. His sharp tone, his unyielding protectivenessโit was suffocating.I ran a hand through my hair, my fingers trembling. Why did he always have to act like I was incapable of taking care of myself? I wasnโt some fragile porcelain doll he needed to shield. I paced the room, my emotions tangled in frustration, anger, and something I couldnโt quite name.โHe doesnโt trust me,โ I muttered, my voice breaking the silence. โOr maybe he just doesnโt see me as anything more than his responsibility. A duty tied to the stupid contract that binds us together.โSnow stirred in the back of my mind, her presence steady and calm as usual. But this time, she wasnโt silent.โAmelia, maybe he has a point,โ she said, her tone gentle yet firm. โLucas isnโt just trying to control you. Heโs trying to
Lucas POVThe night felt endless.I twirled Sabrina in time with the music, barely paying attention to the dance itself. My movements were precise, effortlessโthe product of years of formal trainingโbut my mind was elsewhere.Sabrina, however, was fully engaged. She smiled up at me, her grip on my shoulder lingering longer than necessary as we moved together.โThis reminds me of the first time we danced together,โ she mused, her voice laced with nostalgia. โDo you remember? It was at the Crescent Moon gala, just after weโโShe let the words hang, waiting for me to acknowledge them.I didnโt.I barely spared her a glance, my focus drifting back to the one person I actually cared about tonight.Amelia. Iโd rather be dancing with her again. The way our body move together. Her soft hand on mine. The bliss that creeped onto her cheeks. She was stunning. Even across the room, she stood out in that midnight blue gown, its fabric catching the light like the night sky. But it wasnโt just how
Ameliaโs POVMy mind felt like it was swimming through thick fog, the heat overwhelming my senses. Mind-link. I needed to reach someoneโLucas, Lena, anyone. But no matter how hard I tried, the haze clouded my thoughts, making it impossible to focus.Snow, help meโฆ I pleaded.IโIโm tryingโฆ she panted weakly. The heat was affecting her just as much as it was affecting me.I stumbled, gripping the edge of the table for support just as the door creaked open.Panic surged through me as I turned, my breath catching when I saw who stood there.Alpha Dorian.I recognized him instantlyโone of the young Alphas Iโd spoken to earlier. I had disliked him on sight. The way his eyes had lingered on me too long, the way he had smirked when I spoke, as if he was undressing me with his gaze. And now, that same gaze was locked onto me, but this time, there was something darker in it.He took a slow step inside, inhaling deeply.My stomach dropped as I watched his pupils dilate, his eyes darkening as his
Ameliaโs POVThe sound of applause still echoed through the grand ballroom as I stood there, my heart racing from the dance with Lucas. My body still tingled from his touch, the warmth of his hands on my waist lingering far longer than I wanted to admit. For a fleeting moment, it had felt like a dreamโlike we were something more than a contract, something real.But the moment shattered when she appeared.Sabrina.Draped in an emerald-green gown that hugged her curves, she approached with all the confidence of someone who believed she belonged by Lucasโs side. A false, sugary-sweet smile painted her lips as she placed a delicate hand on his forearm.โLucas,โ she purred, tilting her head just slightly. โDance with me?โI stiffened. She didnโt even acknowledge my presence, as if I were nothing but a shadow in Lucasโs world.Lucas hesitated, his gaze flickering to mine. My chest tightened, but I forced my face to remain neutral. I refused to let Sabrina see me falter.Not wanting to cause
Ameliaโs The warmth of Lenaโs laughter eased some of the tension in my chest. Being around my friends always grounded me, reminding me that I wasnโt alone in all of this.โEthan really had the nerve to approach you?โ Lena scoffed, shaking her head. โThe audacity of that man.โCassidy smirked. โShouldโve thrown your wine on him.โAmy, ever the calm one, placed a hand on my arm. โYou okay?โI exhaled, swirling the wine in my glass before nodding. โYeah. I handled it.โLena snorted. โGood. If he comes near you again, Iโll handle it.โTheir presence was comforting, but I couldnโt ignore the way eyes followed me around the ballroom. Whispers trailed behind me, some admiring, others filled with skepticism. It was expectedโLucas and I were still under scrutiny. Some didnโt believe our union was real, while others simply didnโt think I belonged at his side.I straightened my shoulders, refusing to let their doubt shake me. I wasnโt just standing here as Lucasโs wifeโI was here as the Luna of
Ameliaโs POVThe shock of seeing Luna Lara standing before me made my breath hitch. Of all the people I expected to be my mysterious ally, she was not one of them.โLuna Lara?โ I whispered, disbelief coloring my tone.She smiled, her expression calm and composed. โYouโve got questions,โ she said softly. โAnd I have answers.โThereโs a long pause and she stare at me a knowing glint in her eyes. โYou look surprised, Amelia.โI was. But as the initial shock faded, I realized maybe I shouldnโt be. Luna Lara had helped me beforeโat the boutique, when she exposed Sabrinaโs schemes. She had stepped in when she had nothing to gain from it. And yet, that was exactly what unsettled me now.She wasnโt from this kingdom. She had no real reason to be invested in my affairs. So why was she helping me?โWhy?โ The question slipped out before I could stop it.Luna Lara tilted her head slightly, as if she had expected me to ask. Then, she sighed, a soft, almost wistful sound. โBecause I see a glimpse o
Ameliaโs POVI stood in front of the mirror, my fingers lightly tracing the delicate embroidery along the bodice of my gown. The emerald-green fabric shimmered like the leaves of the palace gardens after a rainstorm, and it fit me perfectlyโa stark contrast to the chaos swirling inside me. The stylist had insisted this color would bring out my eyes. I stared at my reflection and had to admit, she was right.Not that it mattered. The gown, the jewels, even the flawless braids in my hairโthey were all just a mask. Tonight wasnโt about beauty or elegance. It was about survival.The Alpha Ball. Just the thought of it sent my pulse racing. Everyone who mattered in our world would be here tonightโthe alphas, the lunas, the councils, the powerful families. Every handshake and glance would carry hidden meanings. And then there was me: Amelia, Lucasโs wife in name only. A contract. A secret.I smoothed the gown over my hips, trying to steady my nerves. Tonight, I had to be perfect. Polished.
Ethanโs POVThe conference room was stuffy, the hum of voices blending into a dull roar around Ethan as his pack discussed the logistics of their upcoming strategies. Ethan sat at the head of the table, his gaze locked on Mark, his beta, who was going over final preparations for the Alpha Ball and pack affairs during his absence.But Ethan wasnโt paying attention. His mind had drifted far from the table and the mundane discussions about patrol schedules or supply runs. He couldnโt stop thinking about the Alpha Ball, couldnโt stop imagining the scene that awaited him when he arrived.Amelia.Her name burned in his mind like a brand. No matter how hard he tried, he couldnโt suppress the image of her standing beside Lucas, her head held high, the picture of grace and strength. It made his blood boil, the muscles in his jaw tightening until it ached.โYouโve no one to blame but yourself,โ Magnus growled in his mind, his wolfโs voice a sharp jab against his already frayed composure.โSheโs
Ameliaโs POVThe palace garden stretched before me, a quiet oasis where I could breathe, though my thoughts were anything but tranquil. The sun was soft this morning, filtering through the leaves and casting shifting patterns on the cobblestone path. It shouldโve been peaceful, but my mind felt like a restless storm.I walked without direction, brushing my fingers against the cool leaves and blossoms that lined the garden paths. Despite the beauty surrounding me, my thoughts kept pulling me back to yesterdayโto the boutique and the moment Luna Lara revealed Sabrinaโs schemes.I could still hear her calm, confident voice as she exposed the truth. My chest tightened at the memory. The gratitude Iโd felt in that moment had been overwhelming. Sabrinaโs plan to humiliate me could have succeeded if not for Luna Lara stepping in.Iโd thanked her before leaving the boutique, my words barely scratching the surface of how much her intervention had meant to me. But the aftermath of it all still
Lucas POV The trial had been over for days, but I couldnโt shake the uneasy feeling it left behind. Something was offโboth Kurt and Maxwell were too calm, too assured of their positions. Amelia had noticed it too, pointing out the glances they exchanged during the proceedings. She was right; Iโd seen it myself. They werenโt just accusedโthey were calculated, like men with a hidden plan.I sat at my desk, leaning back in my chair as I tapped my fingers on the armrest. My gut churned with suspicion, my mind replaying every moment from the trial. Every word. Every look. Every lie. Maxwell and Kurt werenโt just covering for each other; they were playing a larger game, and I needed to figure out what that game was before it cost us more than we could afford.Ameliaโs voice echoed in my mind, her concerns still fresh. She had seen it in themโsomething cold, something dangerous. The fact that she noticed it before I did gnawed at me. She wasnโt just observant; she had a sharpness to her tha