LOGINBorn without a wolf, I was an outcast in my own pack. The only one who chose me was my Alpha husband… until I found out my sister was carrying his heir. When I tried to leave, he refused to break our bond. So I ran… straight into the arms of the one man I should never have touched, his uncle, the Alpha King. With him, my dormant wolf awakened. The mate bond snapped into place. For one reckless night, I was his. After weeks, he rejected me before his entire court. Now I’m carrying a child both Alphas could claim. My husband has locked me away for the heir. The King pretends I don’t exist. My sister wants me destroyed. They thought I was weak. They forgot I survived without a wolf. Now I must decide; Will I remain their prisoner or will I fight for my freedom, my child, and the crown they never meant for me to wear?
View MoreFreya The kitchen was quieter after dinner, because most of the settlement had already drifted back toward their cabins or toward the fire pit outside where the last of the evening conversation still lingered in low murmurs. The heavy smell of stew and fresh bread remained thick in the warm air, mixing with wood smoke and herbs drying from the rafters overhead.Mira stood at the long counter scraping the remains of dough from a wooden bowl when I walked in.She glanced up once, and immediately knew I was there for something important.“Are you okay? You’ve been walking all day,” she said casually, rinsing her hands in a basin near the counter. “Either you’re planning a murder or a life change.”Despite myself, I let out the faintest breath of amusement. “Hopefully the second one.”“That’s usually how the first one starts too.” She dried her hands on a cloth before finally turning toward me fully. “What happened?”The humor faded from my face almost immediately and Mira noticed. She
Freya I didn’t tell anyone what was in the letter. Not Mira, not Caden and not even Eliza beyond the pieces she had already felt through the broken remains of the bond.Some things needed silence before they could become decisions and this one was a part of them. I tried and failed to distract myself, and because with each passing second, my mind kept on circling back to the letter, I walked.I spent the entire next day moving through Thornfield like I was learning the shape of it all over again. The paths had become familiar enough now that my feet knew where to go without thought. I went past the outer cabins, along the fence line, and through the narrow trail behind the storage sheds where the ground dipped slightly before rising again toward the western ridge.I even walked the same perimeter Caden had shown me in the dark nights ago. Only this time, I wasn’t memorizing escape routes, I was thinking.The air smelled like thawing earth and wet bark, the cold season slowly loos
Freya The morning Davan arrived, the sky hung low and silver over Thornfield. The air smelled like wet soil and frost beginning to retreat, and the fields beyond the settlement fence had turned soft from thawing ground. I had spent most of the morning helping Petra reinforce one of the smaller garden plots before the next rain came through.Mostly, though, I’d wanted something to do with my hands, because thinking had become dangerous lately.I was standing near the outer fence line brushing dirt from my palms when I saw the rider emerge through the trees.At first glance, he didn’t look remarkable. He was on a dark horse, in a dark cloak, and his posture controlled. But there was something about the way he moved that immediately pulled every instinct in me taut.Eliza lifted her head instantly, not in fear, but recognition. The rider slowed as he approached the gate, and even before I fully saw his face, I knew who it was.Davan.He dismounted smoothly, boots hitting the ground wi
Ragnar The council chamber had become unbearable, but not because of the noise. There was always noise,voices layered over voices, men arguing policy while pretending it wasn’t ambition, chairs scraping against stone floors, and papers shifting from one hand to another like control could be measured in parchment.I had spent years functioning inside that noise without difficulty.Now every conversation sounded dishonest.By the time the final meeting ended that evening, I already knew what I was going to do. I just hated that I had to do it this way.I waited until the corridors outside my study emptied before sending for Davan.When he arrived, he closed the door quietly behind himself and crossed the room without speaking. He took one look at my face and understood immediately that this was not official business.“What happened?” he asked.I stood near the fire with a sealed envelope in my hand, turning it once between my fingers before answering.“I cannot leave the capital.”Da












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