LOGINI froze, my long-numb heart skipping two beats.
That voice—Alpha Cole.
The war-scarred king of wolves.
My former fiancé.
Instinctively, I dropped to one knee. “Cleaner Nina greets Alpha Cole.”
Now my status was filth, light-years from Cole’s world.
He asked, “You’re going to the Grand Hall?”
Eyes lowered, I nodded. “Yes.”
Silence fell. Only the moan of the winter wind remained.
Cole was waiting for me to speak.
Once, I had been a torrent of chatter in front of him.
He liked quiet but never scolded me—not with Alpha Marcus’s face watching.
When I got too noisy, he would press a slice of cake into my mouth to shut me up.
And every time, I’d beam like a child, eat it, then keep on chattering.
Three years had passed. I said only a single word.
Cole’s voice was cool. “I’m going to the Hall. You can take my carriage.”
I opened my mouth to refuse.
He cut me off: “You’re injured. Don’t pretend otherwise. Think of Elder Mya, who pleaded with the Council for you.”
Silence.
Mya—the Elder who loved me most.
If she saw me limping like this, she would surely ache for me.
I did not refuse again. I lowered my head. “Cleaner Nina thanks Alpha Cole.”
I climbed into the carriage. The scent of him—familiar, powerful—hit me and my muscles went rigid.
In three years, Cole had grown broader, harder, steeped in battle field blood.
The wolf who once obsessed over me—
Ice to everyone.
I had thought enough warmth could melt him.
I had been wrong.
I only truly understood until the day I saw him hold Lily with tenderness.
There are things I can’t win with countless effort.
Things Lily could steal without trying.
So, when Cole stood at Lily’s side and coldly told me to “know my place,”
I swallowed every defense.
My parents. My brother. My fiancé.
All stood by Lily.
All wanted me to take her punishment.
As Liam said: a mixed-blood descendant should pay for Lily’s sins.
But was I not wronged?
I had done nothing—yet overnight, the ones who “loved” me showed their claws.
How could I not be?
The carriage was warm. On the side table sat a bouquet of tulips.
I recognized them immediately. Lily’s favorite.
They couldn’t survive Silver Ridge’s winters without careful care.
I remembered the day Lily first returned.
Luna Evelyn came to me, asking me to give up my bond.
It was pure-blood Lily who should be mated to Cole.
I had refused. But Luna Evelyn had forced it anyway.
Three years had passed. Surely, Cole and Lily were mates by now.
A faint ache spread through my chest. Jealousy and bitterness—weightless now.
It didn’t matter anymore.
When we stepped down from the carriage, a voice—gentle, eager—called my name.
“Nina!”
My eyes flicked up.
Luna Evelyn. My “mother.”
Her arms opened, ready to draw me in.
I sidestepped and knelt instead. “Cleaner Nina greets Luna Evelyn.”
Distance. Like strangers.
Evelyn froze. Tears welled.
She had once treated me like a treasure.
Three years later, I was thin, and her hands reached for a stranger.
Once, any small grievance would send me crying into her arms.
But I had changed.
Evelyn lifted me, her touch trembling as it brushed my hollow cheeks.
“Don’t be sad, Mother. Nina is home now.”
The voice was soft, delicate.
Lily.
She looked at me with “guilt” in her eyes.
I looked straight past her.
Liam had stormed back ahead of us, furious.
Luna Evelyn must know what had happened.
In the freezing snow, Liam had kicked me down.
Evelyn caught my hand and pleaded, “Liam went too far. I’ve scolded him. He won’t mistreat you again.”
Her eyes brimmed with tears.
I knew she truly ached for me.
But the bruise on my ankle was real.
I drew my hand back.
Liam’s roar cut through the hall:“Don’t fucking push it!”
“If you don’t want to be here, crawl back to the Blood Wash Grounds! If you want to give me a hard time, it's up to you. But don't lose your temper in front of Mom!"
Temper?
I almost laughed.
Three years of rot and ice had burned my temper out of me.
I said nothing.
Evelyn’s disappointment in my silence showed on her face.
She said softly, “Elder Mya misses you. Go see her. You’re still the Princess of Silver Ridge. Nothing has changed.”
Nothing had changed.
But I would never sleep in Silver Moon Hall again.
The palace reserved for the heir of the Luna—
I wasn’t even fit to cross its threshold as a slave.
The heavy doors swung open. Warriors filed in. Servants followed, carrying chest after chest of treasure glinting in the torchlight.“The Pope grants a bonded marriage—”I lifted my head and heard the words that I would be mated to Vetle.The chests were opened one by one in the hall—rubies, gold. Ruby stepped forward with a flawless blood-red gem and held it out to me. Her smile was gentle, but there was something hidden beneath.“Wow...”A small sigh rose beside me Lily stared at the glittering wealth with shining eyes, envy practically spilling out. “Nina, you’re so lucky. Everyone loves you so much.”My breath caught. Lucky?Cast out of my Pack, whipped until my flesh split, abandoned by those closest to me—was this luck?I turned. There was nothing mocking in her eyes—only pure envy. That made me feel even more hollow.“You like it? Then why don’t we change?”Her face went rigid.Of course, she knew that marrying Vetle meant diving into a pit of fire. Her dream was to be Luna to
My breathing faltered.Cole’s eyes burned red as he fixed on me. I couldn’t tell if it was anger, pain, or something more complicated. Once, one word from him would have had me running away with him without a second thought, even if it meant wandering the world.But now I was only a dethroned false princess with nothing left; my grandmother was gravely ill. I had no right to be willful.“No.”I steadied my voice and let the word fall.His whole presence went cold.“You really mean to marry Vetle?” he ground out.“Yes.”I met his eyes head-on.He drew a deep breath, as if forcing down the break inside him. “Do you even know that he—”“I know.”I cut him off, cold.In Ruby’s palace, that Omega attendant had already told me the hidden things. The filthy, ugly truth—I knew it better than anyone.His hand went rigid; his grip eased. He stared at me, a rare panic in his eyes. “Then you... I can go to Evelyn. She can cancel it. You’re being forced, aren’t you?”I looked at him quietly.The m
Marcus’s hands shook. At last, he dropped to his knees, voice quivering so low it was almost a whisper.“Your Holiness, please show mercy... Liam attacked someone in public; Envoy Vetle punished him for his own wrongdoing.”His forehead touched the floor as cold sweat beaded. However strong Silver Ridge might be, it was only one Pack. Offend the Pope, and the entire Pack could be cast out and slaughtered.David snorted, contempt flashing in his eyes. Vetle had already been punished; there was no need to press the matter.“Bring Vetle in.”The heavy footsteps were getting closer, and my heart sank with each one. I turned—and froze.He was carried in on a stretcher. Blood had soaked through the black robe across his back. My chest clenched as if seized in a fist; I couldn’t breathe.“Vetle...” I choked, vision blurring.There wasn’t a trace of resentment in his eyes. Instead, he forced a tender smile. “It’s nothing. I’m not hurt, Nina.”My throat tightened; my lips trembled.From a corn
My eyelids were heavy. Darkness swallowed me, and when I woke, a warm, unfamiliar fragrance enveloped me.Ruby’s palace.Only then did I remember fainting in Vetle’s arms, losing consciousness.This place shouldn’t belong to me. I struggled to sit up.“Don’t move. Your wounds are serious.”Ruby rushed to steady me, worry clouding her amber eyes.I was used to cold stares and mockery; faced suddenly with gentleness, I didn’t know what to do.She brought a bowl of medicine the Doctor had mixed, carefully lifting it to my lips.I reached out on reflex. “I can do it myself—”“You’re hurt. Let me take care of you. Don’t be stubborn, all right?”In that moment, my eyes burned.Ever since my “half-blood” identity was exposed, my whole family had left me.Do I... still have a family?The bitter liquid poured into my mouth, and the taste dragged me back to childhood. My mother, Evelyn, used to blow on the spoon so I wouldn’t burn or taste too much bitterness.But now, everything had changed.S
The crowd’s teasing collapsed in an instant.Knees thudded to the ground, foreheads knocking against the cold stone.Blood surged up my throat—a metallic sweetness that made me gag.I tried to salute, but my knees gave way and I pitched forward—“Nina!”Vetle moved faster than anyone, twisting around to catch me into his arms.I was freezing. Blood loss had my hands and feet trembling; I wanted to vanish into his chest, to steal a fragment of warmth.Hadn’t he already left? For some reason, he’d come back. Thank the goddess he had. This time, Liam had truly meant to kill; one minute late and I might not have survived.A sting climbed behind my eyes. I turned my face away, bit my lip, forced down the shaking, and let a voice as fragile as a thread in the wind slip past my teeth。“... Thank you.”Even without looking up, I could feel the boiling mix of rage and pity surging in his chest.He held his breath for a beat, then suddenly wheeled around.“Prince Liam.” Vetle’s voice was thin a
Liam stood frozen, his face shifting from regret to rage, burning scarlet.“This is all your fault!” he roared, veins bulging. “Three years ago you said I was dead—said I wasn’t fit to discipline you—”“Well, I’ll discipline you now!”He lunged at me; a shadow of his wolf flickered behind him.He was so fast he blurred. I had no time to retreat before his hand clamped down hard on my shoulder.Claws tore into flesh—blood welled instantly.“Ah—!”The agony ripped a scream from me.My wrists were bound like iron; I couldn’t move at all.He was the one who had cursed Mya, yet now he struck me.Laural dashed forward, her voice trembling but firm.“Prince Liam! This is the sacred temple—you can’t—let her go!”“Get out!”He kicked her viciously.“Ah!”She slammed onto the stone floor, rolling several meters before stopping, coughing up blood.“Laural!”My eyes went red; I roared, “You bastard!”“I’m the bastard?” Liam shouted back, eyes blood-red. “Since we were children I protected you—fou







