Mag-log inKatherine’s POVClara's face instantly burned a bright, humiliating red. She practically threw herself into a deep bow the moment I told her that, her knees trembling under the sudden, crushing weight of Alexander's furious gaze. She looked so humbled that I knew she wished the earth would swallow her whole."F-forgive me, my Queen," she stammered, her voice shaking badly. "I... I didn't realize who you were. Please forgive my insolence."Alexander didn't even grant her the mercy of a polite nod. He just stared down at her with absolute disgust."Now excuse us," he said coldly. "As you can see, my son has ruined my royal mourning shirt, and I have no time for your disrespect."Clara kept her eyes squeezed shut, desperately avoiding eye contact with either of us as she remained frozen in her bow. "I’m really sorry... I’m really sorry..." she kept repeating like a broken record.Alexander and I walked right past her, leaving her trembling in the corridor. As soon as we were out of ears
Katherine’s POVI gently adjusted the silk of my robe, finally covering my chest after giving breast milk to all three of my babies. They were now sleeping peacefully in their bassinets, the warm sun bathing their tiny faces.I looked up at Alexander, noticing the intense, quiet way he was staring down at me with his hands shoved in his pockets."Is there something you want to say to me?" I asked softly, a teasing smile playing on my lips. "You look like you're fighting a war in your head."He let out a low, breathy chuckle, stepping closer to the bench. "I was just thinking about how incredibly beautiful my Queen is," he murmured, his deep voice vibrating in the quiet garden. "And how lucky I am to be sitting here with you."But the second he spoke, Kander’s eyes popped open. The tiny boy kicked his little legs and let out a loud, happy giggle.I let out a long, exhausted sigh. "Alexander..." I groaned playfully. "It takes me so much time to make this boy go to sleep, and yet just he
Alexander’s POV"Any information about Nikolai?" I asked Arthur.Arthur bowed his head. "Not yet, Alpha.""Keep looking. Keep vigilant," I ordered, my jaw clenching. "He could be hiding anywhere, waiting for us to drop our guard."I stared blankly at my father’s grave. One by one, the elders stepped forward to pay their respects.The mournful silence held until a carriage from the western territories arrived. I recognized the crest immediately. It was my father’s distant cousin. Since my father had no siblings, this man was the closest blood relative left in our family—other than the brother I was currently hunting.Simon Peters. He stepped up to the gravesite, standing tall as befitted his rank, the new Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack.He bowed his head deeply. "Alpha King Alexander. You have our deepest condolences," he said, his voice smooth and diplomatic. "Your father was a mighty ruler."He stepped aside, gesturing to the finely dressed wolves standing behind him. "Allow me to fo
Katherine’s POV"I’m sorry about your father—" I started to whisper into the quiet darkness."Sshhh..." he hushed me gently. He closed his eyes, his deep voice vibrating softly against my chest. "We will mourn him tomorrow, my love. The kingdom and the war can wait until tomorrow. Tonight... tonight I just need to hold you..."He pulled me even closer to him, wrapping my body completely in his warmth. "I want to be with you always," he mumbled, his breath fanning across my skin. "Good night, Katherine."I gasped softly, my chest tightening with overwhelming emotion. I always knew how deeply he loved me, but hearing him be so beautifully vocal and vulnerable about it—especially after all the silent suffering we had endured—made my heart flutter as if I were falling in love with him all over again.I woke up in the dead of the night to the feeling of his hot breath against my ear."Lift your leg up... my love..." he whispered huskily, his deep voice vibrating through the quiet darkness.
Katherine’s POV"It's okay..." I whispered, my own voice breaking as I walked toward him.Ignoring the dark blood pooling on the stones, I knelt down on the cold cobblestones and wrapped my arms tightly around his trembling frame. "It's okay..."He finally surrendered, his massive arms coming around my waist to pull me flush against him. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his broad shoulders shaking beneath my hands as the weight of two lifetimes of grief finally crashed down on him."Forgive me," he choked out, his voice completely shattering. His hot tears mixed with the cold blood on my skin. "Forgive me for being too late.""No," I murmured softly. I tangled my fingers deeply into his dark hair, holding his head against my chest as I pressed a fierce, lingering kiss to his temple. "There is nothing to forgive, my love... it was never your fault."I pulled back just enough to stare at his handsome face. Seeing him like this—broken, yet completely devoted to me—made a fresh
Alexander’s POVThirty Minutes Ago.The scent of copper hit my senses before I even touched the door handle. Blood. Silver and blood...I kicked the doors open, my instincts already screaming. It had been days since I last saw my father, but nothing could have prepared me for the sight of the mighty Alpha King reduced to this. He was sprawled across the floor, his chest heaving as he fought for every shallow, excruciating breath."A-Alexander…" he wheezed, his trembling, blood-soaked hand reaching out toward me."Father!" I dropped heavily to my knees beside him, my hands immediately going to the hilt of the long silver sword buried deep inside his chest. "Hold on. Don't speak. I'm pulling it out, and the healers will—"He suddenly gripped my wrist. His grip was weak, fading fast, but the finality in his eyes stopped me dead."You don’t have to," he choked out, coughing up dark blood. "Leave it. I’m dying anyway, my son.""No," I growled. My heart was beating so fast. It was the firs







