Blythe’s POV
“I’m so sorry. Forgive me, My Lady.” His voice was breathless. Even his apologies sounded seductive to me. Xavier rose swiftly, his motions fast, restless—as if he wanted to get away from me immediately. I didn’t want him to feel sorry. I didn’t want him to leave. I wanted him to stay. I wanted more. The way I had moaned into his lips as we kissed—I wanted him to moan the same way. I opened my mouth. “It’s—” “I’m deeply sorry, My Lady.” He cut me off with another apology, his voice harder. “I sincerely regret my actions.” That was a lie. I knew it was. I scowled inwardly at his foolishness. I wanted to taste every inch of him. Those sweet, wicked lips had stirred something wild within me. I longed to bring him back in. But his sorry-ass apologies was destroying the occasion. “There is nothing to be sorry about,” I said, edging closer. He instantly took two steps back. Then he bowed his head, eyes downcast. “No. I apologize, My Lady. I went too far with the Alpha’s woman.” Alpha’s girlfriend. The headline made me sigh in annoyance. That bastard. Why was Xavier even uttering his name right now? “None of this is your fault,” I argued. “I started the kiss.” But before I could say anything else— He turned and ran. I gasped. “Hey! Come back here!” I called after him. But he was gone. I stood there, astonished. My chest rose and sank fast, my heart pounding. I had just shared a kiss with a guy half my age, a man who wasn’t mine to desire. I should have been embarrassed. I should have felt guilty. But I wasn’t. Instead, I felt my lips—the exact lips that had been on his. A shudder raced down my spine. I believe I’m in love. The knowledge made my wolf, Aria, purr within me. A fire had been sparked within me, and I wasn’t sure I wanted it extinguished. I felt alive. Excited. Like a young girl pining on someone for the first time. A gentle grin grew over my face. “I will have you, Xavier.” The words left my lips in a whisper. For the first time in years, I felt something close to happiness. I didn’t even remember the last time I had smiled this much. Not even with Vito. By the time I reached the castle, the birthday celebrations were concluded. I scarcely noticed the farewells from leaving visitors. I merely nodded, engrossed in my thoughts. My eyes scoured the hall for Xavier. But he was nowhere. A part of me had wanted to see him again before the night ended. But he had disappeared. The instant I walked inside my rooms, I placed my hand to my face, attempting to conceal the silly laughter bursting within me. I felt like a lovesick idiot. Collapsing into my bed, I closed my eyes, allowing myself to indulge in the forbidden visions. His lips. His hands. His body. Goddess help me. I didn’t even notice when sleep seized me. BANG! BANG! BANG! “My Lady! My Lady!” I sprang awake, my heart thumping. My eyes jumped to the window—the sun had already set. I had drifted off for hours, still wearing the same gown, still bearing the lingering heat of Xavier’s kiss. BANG! “My Lady!” I groaned, dragging myself to the door. I flung it open, annoyance staining my voice. “What is it?” A young omega maid curtsied before me. “The Alpha requests your presence at the dining table, My Lady.” I narrowed my eyes. She was an omega. Was she the one Vito had been screwing? I scanned her features, looking for recognition. But all the slaves looked the same in their basic uniforms. It doesn’t matter. They are all suspects. I crossed my arms. “Tell him I’ll be there in thirty minutes.” “Yes, My Lady.” I slammed the door in her face. Then, my anger bubbled up again. “That fool,” I muttered, seething. The memories flooded back. The night before. The east wing. Vito’s treachery. I clinched my fists. You forgot where I picked you up from, didn’t you, Vito? I cleaned you up. I placed a crown on your head. And now you’ve gotten some guts to cheat on me? With a filthy omega? I clenched my teeth in irritation. I stormed into the bathroom, ripping off my gown in frustration. “You shameless bastard.” The words left my lips as I stepped into the shower, the warm water doing little to wash away my anger. He was disrespecting me—under my own roof. And now, I had to sit at the same table as him? Goddess, give me patience. When I eventually arrived in the dining hall, Ceres was already seated, waiting. The instant I went inside, she raised a brow. “Mum, what took you so long?” I faked a grin. “I took a long nap.” Ceres rolled her eyes. “Good evening, then.” Vito hardly acknowledged me. He merely grabbed up his fork and began shoving food into his lips. Like he hadn’t been gone for much of the celebration. Like he hadn’t spent the night buried within an omega’s thighs. I sat across from him, my mouth stiff. Ceres eyed us both. “Neither of you were really at my gathering today. Where were you?” I beat Vito to an answer. “Oh, well. Since your father opted to sleep in early, I did the same.” I smiled politely at her. Vito didn’t even flinch. Not a single response. He didn’t even glance at me. His poise was amazing. Like he hadn’t done anything wrong. I sneered inwardly. Vito was a skilled manipulator. A pretender to the core. Like father, like daughter. Ceres had kept her rejection of Xavier a secret. Vito had kept his infidelity quiet. Both of them sat there, eating in quiet, like nothing was amiss. I grasped my fork. Xavier. I scoured the room, my eyes racing toward the doors. Where was he? Before today, I hadn’t even noticed he worked in this mansion. But suddenly, he was all I could think about. I’d locate him. First thing in the morning.Blythe’s POV The next morning, as soon as I finished breakfast, I began my search. For him. Xavier. I was restless, eager to find him. I walked through the castle like a ghost, careful to ensure that no one knew I was looking for a slave boy. The mere thought of someone asking me—a Queen looking for an omega—was shocking. So, I kept my search a secret. I didn’t ask the other omegas. I didn’t draw attention to myself. I simply looked. First, I passed the kitchen, where cooks and workers bustled about. But he wasn’t there. Then, I checked the plants. The omega rooms. The building. The government hall. Nothing. Even the warehouse, where the horses’ feed was kept—not a single sign of him. Did he leave? Did he run away last night—never to return? The thought made my stomach drop. Then— The sound of horses. I froze. The stables. How could I forget? I turned quickly, my heart racing, and ma
Xavier’s POV My fingers pressed into her delicate flesh, my hold strengthening as I gained freedom. I cursed under my breath, my thoughts whirling in pleasure and bewilderment as I dived farther into her heat. Her body coiled over me, her groans panting. Desperate. My hips halted, and then— "You need to pull out," she cried. Her voice alone nearly sent me over the edge. "Shit—yeah," I mumbled. With a dreadful shudder, I obeyed, staggering back as reality blasted into me. I had just fucked my Luna. My Lady. Alpha's wife. I barely noticed how my hands gripped my still-hard length and my pants pooled at my legs. I was still perplexed as she turned to face me, her body glowing from our combined heat. "Xavier, that was—" She paused when she saw the expression on my face. I must have appeared crazy. Bewildered. Because I could not believe it. I had just experienced the best fuck of my life. With the most attract
Blythe's POV I took my time getting back to the castle because I loved how my legs felt. I could still feel him. It felt like he was still inside me. Xavier broke me. My grin got bigger, and my body started to shake with joy. I wanted to lock myself in my rooms and live through everything again. However—“Blythe.” I went cold. I turned my head to look where the voice was coming from. Vito. He stood near the packhouse, watching me with a worried brow. I quickly wiped at my gown, making sure there was nothing odd on it. Goddess forbid he know. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” he added, moving toward me. Looking for me? That was new. We barely sought one other out unless it affected our daughter, Ceres. I crossed my arms. “Why?” Vito sighed. “Ceres is upset about not finding a mate at her birthday gathering.” My grin evaporated. Not finding a mate? I almost scoffed. She had rejected her partner. And now, sh
Blythe’s POV Beta Vegas is a first-class busybody, and I despise seeing him anywhere near me. And I have a legitimate cause. He’s Vito’s closest friend—which means he knows. He knows what my spouse has been doing behind my back. How Vito has been banging omega slaves for years while coming home professing to be too exhausted to touch me. How he never once questioned our lack of closeness, since he was obtaining fulfillment elsewhere. Vegas knows. And I wouldn’t be astonished if he did the same. Maybe that’s why I’ve never liked him. Maybe that’s why his false care and intrusive inquiries make me nauseous. Not like I care if people talk about me. I mean, I once overheard Vito telling Vegas that I was not good in bed. That was years ago, back when I still cared about our marriage. Now? Now, I know Xavier thinks differently. Warmth suffused my chest at the idea of him. He doesn’t just make me feel alive—he makes me grin. My body desires his contact i
Blythe’s POV“What can I do?”My voice was urgent, desperate, as I stared at Elder Moses.He gazed at me intently, his expression heavy with meaning—a meaning I wasn’t ready for.The silence stretched between us.Then, he spoke."Find a man to marry.""What?!"I staggered back, my breath catching in my throat.Marriage?At seventeen?The thought terrified me.I was still mourning.Still trying to process my parents' deaths.And now he was telling me to—Get married?“You need to listen, dearest,” Elder Moses said, his tone firm but kind.“Your heart is clouded with grief. That is why you cannot see the danger right in front of you.”I stiffened.“The aristocrats and court officials are desperate for the throne,” he continued.“And they will do whatever it takes to remove you from the picture.”A cold chill spread through my chest.“If you wait until you turn eighteen, it will be too late.”His words hammered into my brain.“No one will wait for you to grow into your position, Princess
Blythe's POVThe morning after the wedding dawned cold and gray, as if the heavens themselves mourned the passing of my old life.I stood before the grand mirror in my new chambers, the silk of my hastily made bridal gown whispering around my legs. I barely recognized the girl staring back at me—crowned, wedded, and yet... hollow.I pressed my palms against the cold glass, searching my reflection for answers.Had I done the right thing?Behind me, the chamber doors creaked open. I didn't have to turn to know it was Vito. His scent—clean pine and rain—filled the room before his quiet footsteps reached me."You're awake early," he said, his voice gentle, hesitant."I couldn't sleep," I murmured. "I didn't even try."A silence stretched between us, thick with everything we didn't know how to say.Then he spoke, softer this time. "Blythe... we did what we had to do. You saved the throne."I closed my eyes. Saved the throne. But at what cost?A lifetime tied to a friend, not a mate.A futu
BLYTHE'S POVThe mornings in Fresh Meadows were always crisp and scented with pine and wildflowers.Today, it all smelled like loneliness.I stood at the edge of the stone balcony of the Western Tower, arms folded tight around my body. Below, the park stretched in golden stripes of sunlight and long shadows, where life carried on without me. My gaze wandered across the training grounds below. Warriors sparred with one another, their movements a blur of muscle and precision. Omegas ran errands, heads bowed low. Life buzzed, unbothered by the storm brewing inside me.But he wasn't there.Not where he usually was.She didn't see him. Not yet.But she felt him — a gnawing ache tucked under her ribs, like a wound that refused to heal.Xavier had been avoiding me.Deliberately.Painfully.At first, I thought about how he took a longer route around the courtyard.I thought I was imagining it.The way he volunteered for assignments at the farthest corners of the park.The way he kept his hea
The Pull of StrengthBlythe's POVThe day passed in a haze.Even as I sat through endless council meetings, listening to petitions about border disputes and trade agreements, my mind drifted back to that note.'He is not what he seems.'"Beware the wolf in sheep's clothing.The words gnawed at me, chewing through the fragile defenses I had built around my heart.Who had sent it?Why now?And most importantly... what did they mean?Xavier.The boy who saved me.The boy who kissed me like a drowning man desperate for air.What secret did he carry beneath those solemn eyes and calloused hands?The late afternoon sun bled across the horizon, smearing the sky in gold and bruised purples.I escaped the court because of "needing air" and headed toward the Pack's training fields—a secluded stretch of land bordering the forest. It was one of the few places untouched by court politics.As I neared the open grounds, the sharp ring of steel meeting steel reached my ears.Curious, I slowed my step
Unspoken WordsThe corridors felt colder that night, even though the summer breeze whispered through the open windows of the estate. Blythe pulled her shawl tighter around her shoulders, but it did little to quiet the chill deep inside her.Xavier hadn't returned to the estate since the incident in the woods. He had melted into the trees like a ghost, and with every hour passed, Blythe's worry gnawed deeper into her bones.Was he hiding because of her?Because of what almost happened between them?Her heart twisted painfully.She paused by a tall, arched window overlooking the courtyard. Lanterns bobbed below like tiny golden stars, guards' laughter drifting up on the night air. Everything seemed normal. Untouched. Unaware.But inside her, nothing was normal anymore.Nothing would ever be normal again.Soft footsteps echoed behind her.Blythe didn't have to turn. She knew who it was before he even spoke."My Lady," Xavier said, his voice low, cautious.Relief crashed through her, so s
The Quiet RescueThe gardens were wilder in the north fields—untamed and sprawling, much like the parts of herself Blythe kept carefully buried. Today, the council had insisted she show her face during the inspection of the lower parks—a rare and tedious task she despised.The sun hung low, staining the sky a molten gold. Servants and guards scurried about, but Blythe wandered ahead, needing space to breathe, think, and feel something other than the endless weight pressing on her crown.Her slippers brushed across the damp grass, and she welcomed the solitude. Until—A sharp snap echoed behind her.She turned.A branch cracked underfoot. Then another.A low, guttural growl sliced the silence from the thickets beyond the path.Blythe's blood froze.She stepped back, her heart hammering.A massive, half-wild wolf—a rogue, unmistakable in its unkempt fur and bloodstained fangs—emerged from the trees, eyes locked onto her with feral hunger.No guards. No witnesses.And she was defenseless
The Glimpse of Guilt.The late afternoon sun dipped low across the Fresh Meadows Pack, bleeding gold over the rooftops, but the air was sharp and cold inside Luna's private chambers.Blythe sat stiffly at her writing desk, the velvet pen trembling slightly between her fingers. She hadn't intended to call for Xavier, yet here she was, scanning the long list of omega duties, wondering if she could "accidentally" assign him nearby.Foolish, she scolded herself.She shouldn't even be thinking about him.But the memory of his steady hands, the strength hidden behind those soft eyes, gnawed at her. Xavier hadn't just awakened her body; he'd unsettled her soul.A soft knock at the door jerked her upright."Enter," she called, breathless. She hastily smoothed the creases of her gown, trying to mask the disquiet swirling within her.It wasn't Xavier.It was Helena—one of the senior omegas—her expression carefully blank, yet her steps betrayed a hint of urgency. She carried a silver corresponde
The Pull of StrengthBlythe's POVThe day passed in a haze.Even as I sat through endless council meetings, listening to petitions about border disputes and trade agreements, my mind drifted back to that note.'He is not what he seems.'"Beware the wolf in sheep's clothing.The words gnawed at me, chewing through the fragile defenses I had built around my heart.Who had sent it?Why now?And most importantly... what did they mean?Xavier.The boy who saved me.The boy who kissed me like a drowning man desperate for air.What secret did he carry beneath those solemn eyes and calloused hands?The late afternoon sun bled across the horizon, smearing the sky in gold and bruised purples.I escaped the court because of "needing air" and headed toward the Pack's training fields—a secluded stretch of land bordering the forest. It was one of the few places untouched by court politics.As I neared the open grounds, the sharp ring of steel meeting steel reached my ears.Curious, I slowed my step
BLYTHE'S POVThe mornings in Fresh Meadows were always crisp and scented with pine and wildflowers.Today, it all smelled like loneliness.I stood at the edge of the stone balcony of the Western Tower, arms folded tight around my body. Below, the park stretched in golden stripes of sunlight and long shadows, where life carried on without me. My gaze wandered across the training grounds below. Warriors sparred with one another, their movements a blur of muscle and precision. Omegas ran errands, heads bowed low. Life buzzed, unbothered by the storm brewing inside me.But he wasn't there.Not where he usually was.She didn't see him. Not yet.But she felt him — a gnawing ache tucked under her ribs, like a wound that refused to heal.Xavier had been avoiding me.Deliberately.Painfully.At first, I thought about how he took a longer route around the courtyard.I thought I was imagining it.The way he volunteered for assignments at the farthest corners of the park.The way he kept his hea
Blythe's POVThe morning after the wedding dawned cold and gray, as if the heavens themselves mourned the passing of my old life.I stood before the grand mirror in my new chambers, the silk of my hastily made bridal gown whispering around my legs. I barely recognized the girl staring back at me—crowned, wedded, and yet... hollow.I pressed my palms against the cold glass, searching my reflection for answers.Had I done the right thing?Behind me, the chamber doors creaked open. I didn't have to turn to know it was Vito. His scent—clean pine and rain—filled the room before his quiet footsteps reached me."You're awake early," he said, his voice gentle, hesitant."I couldn't sleep," I murmured. "I didn't even try."A silence stretched between us, thick with everything we didn't know how to say.Then he spoke, softer this time. "Blythe... we did what we had to do. You saved the throne."I closed my eyes. Saved the throne. But at what cost?A lifetime tied to a friend, not a mate.A futu
Blythe’s POV“What can I do?”My voice was urgent, desperate, as I stared at Elder Moses.He gazed at me intently, his expression heavy with meaning—a meaning I wasn’t ready for.The silence stretched between us.Then, he spoke."Find a man to marry.""What?!"I staggered back, my breath catching in my throat.Marriage?At seventeen?The thought terrified me.I was still mourning.Still trying to process my parents' deaths.And now he was telling me to—Get married?“You need to listen, dearest,” Elder Moses said, his tone firm but kind.“Your heart is clouded with grief. That is why you cannot see the danger right in front of you.”I stiffened.“The aristocrats and court officials are desperate for the throne,” he continued.“And they will do whatever it takes to remove you from the picture.”A cold chill spread through my chest.“If you wait until you turn eighteen, it will be too late.”His words hammered into my brain.“No one will wait for you to grow into your position, Princess
Blythe’s POV Beta Vegas is a first-class busybody, and I despise seeing him anywhere near me. And I have a legitimate cause. He’s Vito’s closest friend—which means he knows. He knows what my spouse has been doing behind my back. How Vito has been banging omega slaves for years while coming home professing to be too exhausted to touch me. How he never once questioned our lack of closeness, since he was obtaining fulfillment elsewhere. Vegas knows. And I wouldn’t be astonished if he did the same. Maybe that’s why I’ve never liked him. Maybe that’s why his false care and intrusive inquiries make me nauseous. Not like I care if people talk about me. I mean, I once overheard Vito telling Vegas that I was not good in bed. That was years ago, back when I still cared about our marriage. Now? Now, I know Xavier thinks differently. Warmth suffused my chest at the idea of him. He doesn’t just make me feel alive—he makes me grin. My body desires his contact i
Blythe's POV I took my time getting back to the castle because I loved how my legs felt. I could still feel him. It felt like he was still inside me. Xavier broke me. My grin got bigger, and my body started to shake with joy. I wanted to lock myself in my rooms and live through everything again. However—“Blythe.” I went cold. I turned my head to look where the voice was coming from. Vito. He stood near the packhouse, watching me with a worried brow. I quickly wiped at my gown, making sure there was nothing odd on it. Goddess forbid he know. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” he added, moving toward me. Looking for me? That was new. We barely sought one other out unless it affected our daughter, Ceres. I crossed my arms. “Why?” Vito sighed. “Ceres is upset about not finding a mate at her birthday gathering.” My grin evaporated. Not finding a mate? I almost scoffed. She had rejected her partner. And now, sh