MasukKAEL'S POV As soon as I reached the dungeon door, Cassian rushed toward me, only to be yanked back violently by the chains around his ankle. Metal clanged harshly against the stone floor as he stumbled, barely managing to stay upright. Despite his battered appearance, bruises dark across his face, dried blood at the corner of his lip, he still carried that same arrogant, nonchalant attitude that had always irritated me. Let’s see how long he can keep that up. The guards unlocked the gate, and it creaked open slowly. I stepped inside. The air shifted the moment I entered. Tension pressed down heavily, thick enough to suffocate anything weaker. I approached Cassian coldly, my wolf alert and ready to strike at any moment. My aura spread through the room, pressing against the walls like an invisible weight. Cassian felt it too. His body recoiled instinctively, his confidence flickering for just a second before he forced it back into place. I stopped a few steps in front of him
Amara’s POVI walked to the dungeon without slowing.The guards at the entrance straightened the moment they saw me. Shock flashed across their faces before they masked it. They hurried to open the main gate and moved steps ahead of me to lead the way.Halfway down the corridor, I stopped.“Do you know why I’m here?” I asked coldly.They exchanged a glance. “Yes, my queen. Alpha Cassian… and his sister.”“Lead the way.”The air grew heavier as we descended. Torches burned low along the stone walls, their smoke clinging to the ceiling. The corridor smelled of rust, damp earth, and something dead. Other prisoners shifted behind their bars as we passed, but their cells were angled away from the inner chamber. None of them could see into the section we approached.The guards unlocked the final door and stepped in first. I followed.Aurelia looked nothing like the composed woman I remembered. Her hair was mishelved, her face and her clothes creased and stained from days in confinement. But
KAEL’S POVI went to the infirmary to check on Adrian.Two guards stood stationed outside his door, under my orders.No one was to approach without my knowledge.When I reached the entrance, I stopped when I heard a familiar voice.I didn’t enter immediately. I knew Amara was inside.I could hear her clearly, even though I couldn’t see her fully.She was sitting beside Adrian’s bed, and she was apologising.Her voice was low… broken.“It’s my fault,” she whispered. “All of this… is my fault.”Then she sniffed, and everything went silent for a while.I stood there frozen, thinking if going in now was the best move to make.Then I heard more movement. She must have sensed me too.The moment she did, she quickly wiped her face dry, trying to erase evidence of tears that were already there.But I didn’t need to see her face to know.I could feel her emotions.I stepped inside, and her back stiffened instantly.She didn’t turn. I knew she was trying to hold herself together.I closed the d
KAEL'S POV Before dawn, I left the room quietly, careful not to wake her. “Double the guards,” I ordered the moment I stepped out. “No one enters this chamber wing without my permission.” The guards straightened immediately. “Yes, my king,” one of them said, bowing. There shouldn’t be anyone near that part of the castle in the first place. It was reserved—for me… and my mate. As I descended the stairs, I reached out through the mind link. Is everything ready? Liam’s response came almost instantly. Yes. A slow smirk tugged at my lips. Good. Today wouldn’t be like the others. We’ll give them something to remember. There was a brief pause before Liam responded, amusement lacing his tone. I thought you’d say that. Breakfast was already ready when I arrived. The long dining hall was filled with platters of roasted meat, buttered bread, fresh fruits, and goblets of deep red wine. Maids stood at the sides waiting, along with a few guards. I acknowledged greetings with brie
AMARA’S POV I woke slowly, my body heavy and aching, as if every muscle had been wrung dry. The faint scent of herbs lingered in the room, mixed with the scent of something warmer— Kael. My eyes fluttered open to see Priestess Thalia sitting at my bedside, holding a cup in her hands. “Drink this,” she said softly, pressing the cup toward me. “It will help.” I obeyed without hesitation, downing the bitter liquid in a single gulp. The taste made me wince, but the warmth spread through my chest, easing some of the lingering weakness. Thalia’s eyes studied me carefully. “It’s as effective as it is taste,” she remarked. I nodded, the memory of Adrian flashing in my mind. “How is Adrian?” I asked. “Getting better,” Thalia replied. Her calm tone should have reassured me, but my thoughts kept circling back to him. I remained quiet, lost in the swirl of my own fears. My body still felt fragile from the poison last time, and the memory of what I endured lingered like a shadow. Thalia
KAEL’S POV The infirmary reeked of blood and herbs. I stood at the far end of the room, my gaze fixed on Adrian’s pale, trembling form. Each shallow breath seemed heavier than the last, I could feel my chest tighten. The healer approached me cautiously. “My king… we do not understand it,” he said. “There is no visible poison, no fatal wound. Yet… he vomited blood. His body is failing.” My jaw clenched. “You’re telling me you don’t know what’s killing him?” “We are still searching,” the healer replied. “Then keep searching,” I cut in sharply. “Run every test. Use every method. I don’t care what it takes.” My eyes flickered back to Adrian. “And make sure he stabilizes too.” The healer nodded, bowed his head. I turned and walked out. Amara sat in the walkway, shoulders trembling. Her red, swollen eyes lifted to mine as I approached. I took her hand gently. She flinched, startled. Tears fell freely, and I wiped them away without thinking. Her lips moved, but
KAEL'S POV Amara woke up slowly. I knew before she opened her eyes. I had been awake for hours. Seated across the room, a scroll rested between my fingers, a report from the Northern Packs. Disputes were rising again — nothing alarming… yet. But I had learned long ago that peace only lasted as l
AMARA'S POV The steam inside the ceremonial chamber curled up slowly towards the vaulted ceiling, carrying the soft fragrance of crushed moon lilies and sacred oils. I stood at the edge of the marble steps, wrapped in a loose white silk, as the priestesses prepared the final elements of the ritua
KAEL’S POV The folded letter remained clenched in my hand as I stepped out of our chamber. The warning echoed inside my mind like a distant storm. My jaw tightened. I glanced back once before shutting the door quietly. She had fallen asleep moments after reading the message, her brow slightly
AMARA’S POVThe celebration did not end quickly.Even long after the ceremonial howl faded into the night sky, music continued to echo through the grand hall. Torches burned bright along the stone walls, their flames flickering against ancient carvings, while laughter could be heard loudly from the







