Lily's POVWith the events of the evening, sleep was out of the question. I was in my small bed lying with face up looking at the ceiling and I kept repeating everything that had happened, Malikās words and Dariusās clear anger.Malik had treated me as one of them. Not a servant to be discarded, not a victim to be pitied, but someone worth talking to and learning from. That was almost overwhelming in its novelty after years of being invisible, or else the object of negative attention.But I wasnāt so green as to overlook the political ramifications of his curiosity. Malik was a strong Alpha, known for his cunning and strategy. So his interest in meāa lowly servant not only from another pack but from their biggest rivalāhad to be for something far greater than just attraction.The question was whether that purpose contradicted what I wanted for myself.Part of me ā the petty, damaged part that was still bleeding from Dariusās rejection ā reveled in seeing him suffer with jealousy. Two
Malik's POVāAn inconveniently timed visit,ā noted my beta, Stefan, as we neared the primary palace. āWith the shaken political situation theyāre going through.āāThatās why Iām here,ā I said, looking at the palace where the servants seemed to be moving with an unusual animation. āInstability is opportunity, and Iām interested in what opportunities there may be.ā"Alpha Malik," Marcus greeted formally. "Welcome to Moonshade territory. Alpha Darius himself will be with you shortly. He's busy on some urgent pack business.""No rush," I replied easily. āIām glad to see your evening habits while I have been waiting. Seeing how other packs do things is always informative.āMarcus had been reluctant to have a visiting Alpha wandering around in the middle of such a chaotic time, but protocol required him to honor most of what one's guests ask for without question.āVery well. Perhaps youād like to attend the evening feast? It begins in an hour in the great hall.ā Perfect. Public gatherings w
Lily's POVInstead, there was chaos in the servant's hall when I came down to supper. A cacophony of dozens all were jostling for my attention, speaking at the same time to tell me about an emergency pack meeting I hadn't attended."Did you hear what the Alpha said?āHe publicly stated that you werenāt guilty!āāHeās calling off his engagement to Selene!āāHe wants to court you like a gentleman!āThe words washed over me in a rush, too many details provided too quickly to absorb. On purpose, Iād kept to my room during the meeting ā not wanting to be looked over by the pack or hear what Darius had to say. But the pack, it seemed, had elected to bring the meeting to me instead.āLetās take it one at a time,ā Amaya said, coming up beside me with the same protective spirit that had turned her into my best friend. "Give her space to breathe.""It's true then?" I asked quietly. "He made a public declaration?"āAnd then some,ā Amaya chimed in, pulling me down to the bench at one of the long
Darius's POVMy study door opened, no knock of course, and Beta Marcus slunk in like one serving a wounded predator."Alpha," he whispered, "You've been inside here for eighteen hours. The pack is wanting you for the night brief."āGet rid of it,ā I said, my eyes still on the papers. āIām hardly in the mental state to give you all my thoughts.āI turned my eyes up to him at last, this man who had been loyal to my family for over thirty years. "Did you know, Marcus? Did you have a sense of what was happening to her?āFor a long moment he was silent, his weathered face engaged in the tussle.āI had a feeling something wasnāt quite there,ā he finally confessed. āThe case against Miss Lily was too neat, neatly played towards what would help the Luna-to-be most. But I didn't have any evidence and calling the future Luna out on that would be...""Would have been what? Honorable? Brave? The right thing to do?"āThat would have been career suicide,ā he added bluntly. āAnd Iāve got a family to
Lily's POVI was tidying up what little I had amassed during my convalescence when Darius tapped on the door of my guest room. The room in the servants' wing was small and narrow after the medical facility, but it was safe and there were guards stationed discreetly outside already, guarding against any further attempts on my life.Darius came in slowly, as one might advance upon a beast he knew to be hurt, and, instead of his customary cocksure-ness, something that was almost terror was written, on his face. He was different than when Selene was arrestedāguilt and revelation had cut new lines into his face and dimmed the more natural authority that usually cased him like armor."How are you feeling?" he said, staying just inside the entrance as if scared to step over and enter unbidden.āStronger,ā I answered, a trace of truth slipping out as I finally faced his silver eyes. āMy body is healing well and to know that Selene canāt hurt me any more has lifted an enormous load that I didn
Darius's POVThe dungeon cells had been modernized with contemporary security features, but there was no escaping the centuries of confinement and despair that they held in their depths. Selene was in her cell, on her bunk, which this time she did not refuse to accept, her long platinum blonde hair was all a mess and she had thrown away her elegant dress to accept the rough brown-issued to the people who had still to go trial- prison cloth.Her head rose as I drew near, and her bright blue eyes contained none of the sly charm that had left me deceived for so long. Now there was only surrender, the empty face of a man who had drawn his last hand and staked it all."Come to gloat?" she inquired, rather brusque for her. āOr have you come back for further confessions from your vanquished foe?āāIām here for the truth,ā I shot back, sitting down on a chair that had been arranged outside her cell. "All of it. No more gamesāāIāve admitted to attempted murder countless times over,ā she said