เข้าสู่ระบบNIKOLAIThe private room smelled of cold iron, bitter herbs, and Anaiyah’s fading scent. Nothing valuable appeared missing, yet her mother’s chest stood open beneath the window.The silver pendant was gone.Guards crowded the corridor, insisting nobody unauthorized had crossed the inner perimeter. Their certainty made the breach worse. An outside enemy could not reach this room without assistance, a falsified record, or an opened path.“Who logged the eastern corridor?” I demanded.The captain swallowed. “I did, Alpha. The record shows no movement.”“Who verified it?”“No one. I reviewed the patrol reports after the siege.”That gave me the first fracture.Someone had not broken through Silver Crest’s defenses. Someone had made the defenses lie.Draven wanted blood. I wanted proof.I ordered the guards dismissed, then returned to the command hall and summoned three trusted officers separately. None knew the others had been called.The first received a false western patrol route. The s
ANAIYAHNikolai’s meeting had ended ten minutes earlier, but the tension followed him through the corridor. His posture was rigid, his orders clipped, and Orion had avoided every question I asked.Lunara lifted her head inside me.‘Something is wrong.’I found Nikolai in our quarters, bent over maps and reports. He looked up once, then tried to cover the papers with one hand.That movement answered everything.“How many Alphas are moving against you?” I demanded.“Anaiyah—"“Who has Cassian recruited? Why does Orion look like someone stole his favorite joke? Why does everyone know more than I do?”He straightened. “The situation is being handled.”My laugh held no humor. “Handled. That’s what powerful men say before deciding my life without me.”His eyes cooled. “This isn’t Crescent.”“Then stop behaving like the same man who locked doors and called it protection.”I saw his fingers curl against the table.He could have ended the argument with authority. Instead, he reached for one re
ORIONThe invitation arrived beneath a tray of untouched pastries, which meant someone wanted it hidden.I lifted the parchment, sniffed the wax, and found a Silver Crest seal pressed into Cassian’s black mark.That seal shouldn’t have been there.The gathering would occur beyond our eastern boundary, officially neutral, unofficially designed to exclude Nikolai. I decided to attend before telling my brother the full reason.He would send six warriors, three assassins, and probably himself. I preferred arriving with one driver and a terrible shirt.The shirt had gold embroidery, an open collar, and enough confidence to offend several Alphas.Perfect.I entered the estate pretending I had wandered into the wrong political meeting. Two guards searched me, found no weapon, and looked disappointed.“My apologies,” I drawled. “I thought this was a wine tasting.”The host frowned. “You’re Orion Dravenmoor.”“I’ve been called worse by women with excellent taste.”His contempt relaxed. People
ANAIYAHI left the main hall carrying the council’s tension beneath my skin. Voices drifted through a nearby strategy room, and the door stood open enough for every word to reach me.Several visiting Alphas discussed Nikolai in low voices.“Even the legendary Dravenmoor has developed a weakness.”“His weakness has a name.”Anaiyah.I stopped beside the wall.“The Moonblood girl. The Luna. The thing he’ll protect at any cost.”Another voice chuckled. “If we can’t defeat Nikolai directly, we make him choose between his territory and his mate.”I walked away before they noticed me listening.Their words followed through every corridor. For years, people had decided what I was: Omega, traitor’s daughter, burden, disposable servant. Now, powerful Alphas called me dangerous to Nikolai.The distinction mattered.I had started relying on Nikolai’s strength because his protection felt safe. But if every enemy knew I was the easiest way to hurt him, hiding behind him would never keep either of
NIKOLAISilver Crest’s command hall still smelled of smoke, wet stone, and burned timber. Soldiers moved through damaged corridors while reports gathered across my desk.They watched me whenever I passed. They needed certainty from their Alpha, so I gave them a steady voice, clipped orders, and a face that revealed nothing.Inside, I calculated what the siege had cost. Exhausted patrols. Broken walls. Empty supply rooms. Wounded warriors sleeping beside weapons because they expected another attack before dawn.Anaiyah’s presence brushed against the mate bond. She was resting in our chambers, though I knew she hated being ordered there. Her awareness steadied something inside me.I refused to name it.Orion entered carrying a sealed communication. His usual humor was absent, and that mattered more than the black seal stamped across the parchment.“Cassian,” he announced.I took the message and broke the seal.It was not private. Copies had already reached several Alpha territories. Cas
NIKOLAIThe healer released Anaiyah before noon, after checking her pulse three times and warning her to rest.Anaiyah nodded politely, waited until the healer turned away, and reached for her boots.“No,” I told her.She looked up. “That wasn’t directed at you.”“It was obvious.”“I’m going home.”“You’re going to our chambers. There’s a difference."Her eyes narrowed. “You’re already fussing. We haven’t even left the infirmary."The healer handed me a list. “No training today. No long walks. No council meetings. No sparring. No strenuous activity. She needs food, fluids, and sleep.”Anaiyah folded her arms. “I can hear you both plotting my imprisonment.”“I’m following medical instructions,” I replied.“You’re enjoying them.”“I’m enjoying you being alive.”Her mouth opened, then closed. The healer hid a smile.I lifted Anaiyah before she could argue. She grabbed my shoulders with a startled sound.“I can walk.”“You can also rest.”“I have legs.”“You’re not using them.”She glared







