MasukI woke to silence.
The silence is almost deliberate, like the pause before judgement.
I twist my wrist and to my greatest surprise they’re free.
That’s the first thing I notice.
The freedom from the bondage.
The second thing I notice is him and my body jerks in response.
Malachi was standing a few feet away from where I laid. He had his arm crossed and posture rigid.
His features didn’t appear soft the way they did before.
His eyes are clear from whatever trance they were in last night, whatever crowded them to the point of darkening was gone.
He eyed me down to up, like I was something foul that had wandered too close to his throne.
“Good, you’re awake.” He said flatly.
I tried my best to push myself upright, but my heart kept pounding.
My body felt normal now, no scorching heat, no pull, just exhumation and a dull ache in my lower back and legs.
As if reading my mind Malachi spoke first.
“The rut passed.”
His voice was void of every form of emotion.
He sounded like a king about to pass out judgment and that scared me more than how he was yesterday.
“So what does that mean…”
“Leave.” He cut me off immediately.
Something in my stomach twisted.
“What? You can’t do that….we bounded last night.”
He frowned deeply. “A mistake. It was nothing more than an activity bred out of lust. I do not want anything to do with a woman like you.”
“What does that mean?” For some reason I felt bold, whether it was the mate bond or the fact that my wolf was alive and restless, I don’t know.
But what I do know is the fact that I will not be discarded like that.
Like how Julian and Lydia had ridiculed me.
He stood straight as he held eye contact with me, and as he spoke he didn’t blink, not even once.
“I, Malachi Frost, Alpha king of Eternal Winter, reject—“
“No!” I yelled. “You can’t do that, you can’t reject me just like that. I demand a reason, I demand to know why!”
I refuse to believe I was used merely to satisfy him in rut.
Even though that was the intent, it felt like everything changed the moment he went into me. I could feel it, the way our breath synced, the way he held onto me for dear life.
We didn’t just mate, it felt like an eternal bond.
“Enough!” Malachi snapped. “I did nothing I cannot justify under instinct. But now the instinct is gone.”
He stepped closer trying to make me shake, but I didn't move.
“I wasn’t thinking straight, like I had earlier mentioned, but as the morning came to be, so did my senses, and now I know you for who you are, the wolfless wolf. My nephew’s mate.”
Nephew?
“Julian is…”
“And you knew about this yet you deceived me, you laid with me knowing fully well I was your mate’s uncle.” He frowned.
“That is not true, you didn’t give me a chance to speak or defend myself. And Julian never mentioned an uncle…” I tried to explain but he didn’t listen.
She shakes his head. “I don’t care for your explanation now.” He walked to the corner of the tent and grabbed a bag.
He threw the bag at me and a few of its contents splayed out.
Gold, jewelries, precious stones and rubies.
“Take it, it’s more than enough to keep you till you find a place that’ll accept you because I will never accept you. You will never be accepted here.” He spoke with so much hate and distaste that it made my wolf cry out in agony.
“You will leave this territory before sunset,” he continued. “And you will not speak of what occurred here to anyone.”
Something in me snapped hearing him talk to me like I was a common piece of rag, like last night was really, like this bond pulling between us wasn’t alive.
My gaze lowered to the pouch of wealth before me and then it settled on him.
“I don’t need your gold or rubies, I will survive on my own.”
Everywhere was silent before he spoke again.
“You will take it.” He ordered.
I finally gathered enough strength to stand on my feet.
I tried my best to push down whatever pain claws at my throat, I tried to suppress whatever need I might have to be by his side.
“I am grateful for your mercy, king Malachi, but I will not accept it.”
His eyes narrowed slightly.
“Why?”
My voice trembled but I forced the words out of my mouth either way.
“Because I had already lost everything before, I don’t plan on losing my dignity as well.”
He held my gaze with that same biting intensity he had yesterday and at that moment I thought he was going to change his mind or force me to take the pouch.
Instead, he exhaled through his nose.
“Very well then.”
I bowed deeply, even though all I wanted to do was scream and beg him to accept me, to take me.
“Thank you.”
I thanked him not because I felt like I needed to, but because he had indeed done something for me.
He had unknowingly awakened the wolf in me everyone plus myself thought was never there.
“I, Vespera Solari, accept your rejection.”
I stepped back, head still bowed trying my best to avoid eye contact.
I turned and walked away from their camp.
I don’t even dare look back once.
And as I cross the border to the wildlands—lands unknown—a thought settled in my head:
One day they would realize what they had casted out and I will make sure it’s already too late for them.
VESPERA'S POV I woke to the sound of screaming.I was on my feet before I was could fully be conscious, my heart hammering wildly against my chest, the shelter's canvas walls doing nothing to muffle the sounds pouring in from outside. Steel on steel. Wolves snarling. The particular crack of wood giving way under something heavy."Stay inside, Vespera. You can't cone out here," Kael's voice growled from outside the door, tight and controlled. My eyes widened as I hirriedly move towards the door. "Wh— What's happening—""Soldiers! They're Julian's men," he started to say then paused where I heard him shift position. I heard the sound of his blade clearing its sheath. "You need to stay hidden, Vespera, and that's not a suggestion."And before I could protest, he was gone, leaving me confused.I pressed my eye to the gap in the canvas, hoing to see some clue on what was going on.I saw them. They came like a flood. Dozens of soldiers pouring into the camp from three directions at once
You're going to scare them."Kael's voice came from behind me, low and dry. I was crouched behind my shelter in the gray pre-dawn, hands braced against cracked earth, vomiting for the third morning in a row."Go away," I managed between heaves."You've said that every morning. I'm still here."When there was nothing left in my stomach, I sat back on my heels and pressed the back of my hand against my mouth. The Deadlands looked exactly as terrible at dawn as they did at any other hour. No sunrise worth watching. Just gray becoming slightly lighter gray."How long have you known?" I asked."Since the second morning." He crouched beside me, holding out a piece of dried cloth to wipe my mouth. "You're very obvious.""I thought I was being quiet.""You were. Didn't help." He watched me with those careful eyes that never seemed to miss anything. "How long have you known?""Weeks." I wiped my mouth, handed the cloth back. "Since before Eternal Winter."He was quiet for a moment. Around us,
VESPERAS POV I was exhausted. Bleeding from a dozen cuts that hadn't healed right. My shoulder still burned where the arrow had grazed it. The baby inside me was growing too fast, taking energy I didn't have, making my body do impossible things just to keep us both alive.But I shifted.The transformation came easier now than it had in the wildlands. My body knew the shape of my wolf, knew how to fall into that other form without fighting every step. Bones rearranged. Fur sprouted. The world shifted into sharper focus, scents blooming around me in vivid detail.I stood there in my wolf form, smaller than most of them but glowing faintly—a golden shimmer around my edges like dawn breaking.The watching wolves murmured. Uncertain. Something in that glow making them uneasy.The scarred woman shifted too.Her wolf was massive. Battle-scarred. Missing that eye in wolf form too, the socket just as ruined. She circled me once, twice, her single eye tracking every movement.Then she attacked
VESPERAS POV Everything in my stomach came up in violent heaves that felt like my body was trying to turn itself inside out. When there was nothing left I kept retching, dry heaves that made my ribs scream and my throat burn.I killed someone.Not in defense. Not in an accident. I'd wrapped a chain around a man's neck and pulled until I felt his windpipe collapse under the pressure. Felt the exact moment life left his body and became just meat and bone and stopped resistance.*He would have killed you,* Nyx said, gentler now. *He would have killed the pup. You did what you had to do.*That was true.It was also true that some part of me—the part that had pulled that chain tight, that had held on when he was thrashing, that had felt satisfaction when his body went still—had wanted it. Had needed to prove I could do it.The ease of it terrified me more than the act itself.I was still on my knees in the weeds outside when Kael found me.He crouched down beside me without speaking. Pull
VESPERAS POV The arrow hit my shoulder—not deep, just a graze, but the pain was immediate and blinding. Fire spreading from the point of impact, my arm going numb below the wound.I gasped but didn't stop."Almost there," Kael said through gritted teeth. "The wall—"It loomed ahead. Massive stone, forty feet high, topped with parapets and guards and the kind of security that said nothing was meant to get in or out.Kael shoved me against the base of it, locking his hands around my foot. "Climb. Now!"I reached up, finding handholds in the rough stone. My injured shoulder screamed protest but I pulled anyway, using wolf strength I barely understood, hauling myself up inch by inch while Kael boosted from below.More arrows. One embedded itself in the stone next to my hand. Another grazed Kael's arm—I heard his sharp intake of breath, and then I felt him falter."Keep going," he snarled.I wheezed painfully and reached the top.Below, the palace courtyard swarmed with guards. Above, the
VESPERAS POV *We're running out of time,* Nyx said, in the middle of theat night when I couldn't even try to force myself to sleep even for one minute."I know."I lay in the dark, staring at the ceiling, running through scenarios that all ended badly. Julian would announce the pregnancy to the Council. He would parade me before the assembled Alphas as proof of Iron Claw's strength, his Luna carrying his heir. Would use the baby as leverage, as currency, as another chain to bind me to him.And when the child was born—when it became obvious that the baby carried none of his features, none of his scent, none of his bloodline—I shut the thought down before it could complete itself.The baby kicked. I pressed my hand against the movement, feeling the strength of it.*If we stay here any longer, you might not to be able to get Malachi out— Alive*I breathed out heavily, the repercussions pressing hard on my chest.Outside, snow fell in heavy sheets. The palace was quiet in the way of pre







