LOGINAria’s POVThe moment I stepped out of the Omega Block, the estate felt different. Not colder… not quieter… but tense, like it was holding its breath, waiting for the next storm. My hands clutched the fabric of my dress a little too tightly, though there was nothing to hold on to. Nothing except the weight of everything that had just happened… and Lucian.He was already ahead, moving through the corridors with that silent command that made everyone step aside, sometimes without knowing why. The way he walked… it’s not just Alpha posture. He moved with an aura that bends space and time around him. With each step he took, I felt it in my chest… tight, anxious, protective.“Aria,” he said without looking back. That one word was enough to pull me forward, faster than my own feet wanted to move.I caught up, my heart thumping. “Lucian… what now?”He paused at the corner, leaning against the wall, jaw tight, golden eyes scanning every hallway, every shadow. “Now…” he started, voice low, da
Lucian’s POVThe estate felt heavier that night. Every corridor seemed to watch me, every shadow ready to move before I did. Damien’s voice… the memory of it… was still there. Even in banishment, he had a way of making his presence felt, reminding me that control was never absolute.I didn’t speak of it to anyone. Not Elias. Not Lyra. Not even Aria. There was no need. The warning was clear: he was patient, calculating. Waiting for a crack.“Alpha,” Elias said from the monitors, “Damien’s banishment is confirmed. No comms, no access. He’s… stable.”“Stable,” I repeated. “Until?”“Until he realizes he’s alone. Until he knows he can’t threaten anyone here.”I nodded. That last part was the truth. Damien’s danger hadn’t ended. It had shifted. Patient, quiet, waiting.“And Selene?” I asked.“She hasn’t set foot in the mansion since the assembly.”Good. Selene didn’t need noise. Her storms were quiet but deadly.“Keep monitoring her. No contact without approval,” I said.Elias inclined his
Night didn’t fall all at once.It crept in slowly, like it was unsure it was welcome.The Omega Block lights dimmed automatically, casting the walls in that dull amber glow meant to calm nerves. It never worked on me. It just made everything feel smaller. Closer. Like the walls were leaning in to listen.I sat on the edge of the cot, elbows on my knees, staring at the floor.I hadn’t moved in a while.My body felt tired in that deep, hollow way that sleep doesn’t fix. The kind that comes from holding yourself together for too long and realizing you don’t know how to set yourself down gently anymore.Damien was gone.That should’ve felt like relief.Instead, it felt like the quiet after something explodes. Your ears still ringing. Your instincts still braced for impact.My thoughts kept circling Lyra.Not Damien being dragged away. Not the Assembly. Not even Selene’s silence.Lyra.I’d spent years convincing myself that if I stayed small enough, quiet enough, careful enough, I could sh
Lucian’s POVThe estate didn’t return to normal after the Assembly.It pretended to… corridors cleaned, guards rotated back into visible positions, schedules restored like order had been snapped back into place. But underneath it all, something had shifted. The kind of shift you feel in your bones before a storm hits. Quiet. Waiting. Charged.I felt it the moment I stepped out of the Hall.Wolves avoided my eyes. Not out of fear… out of uncertainty. Respect was still there, loyalty too, but it had been rattled. Damien hadn’t just tried to tear me down. He’d reminded the Pack that Alphas were still men. Men who could be watched. Questioned. Exposed.And that kind of reminder never fades quickly.Lyra hadn’t spoken to me since the Assembly.She’d walked out with her spine straight, chin lifted, expression composed in that way she’d mastered long before she became my mate. Luna composure. Public strength. Private distance.That hurt more than Damien ever could.I found her later that eve
Aria’s POVI didn’t hear the Assembly end.I felt it.Something in the air shifted, like the estate had exhaled after holding its breath for too long. The Omega Block hummed the same way it always did, but my wolf stirred uneasily, restless, pacing inside me like it was listening for a sound only it could hear.Something had gone wrong.Or right.Sometimes those felt the same.I was sitting on the cot when it hit me—that sudden hollow drop in my stomach, the kind you get when you miss a step you thought was there. My hand came up to my chest without permission, fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt like I could anchor myself to my own heartbeat.Lucian.Everything always circled back to him.The waiting was the worst part. Not knowing. The quiet stretched too thin, turning every second into something sharp. I tried to count my breaths. In, out. Slow. Steady. But my thoughts kept drifting back to the same thing.The shawl.I could see it so clearly. The soft gray one I’d grabbed
Lucian’s POVThe Pack Assembly Hall had never felt smaller.It wasn’t the size of the room… it was the pressure. Hundreds of wolves packed shoulder to shoulder, voices low, restless, feeding off the tension that had been simmering for days. News of the Ledger. Varrick’s collapse. The lockdown. Whispers moved faster than facts, and everyone could feel it… something was coming.I stood at the front, hands clasped behind my back, posture calm by force alone.Alpha calm is learned.Maintained.Sometimes faked.Elias stood to my right, rigid and watchful. Guards lined the perimeter, spaced tighter than protocol required. Every entrance was sealed. No exits without my word.Damien Blackwood was brought in last.They didn’t drag him. That would have given him drama.He walked in under escort, chin lifted, expression smug in that familiar, poisonous way. Like a man who believed he still had leverage… still had relevance.Our eyes met across the room.His smile twitched.I felt my wolf rise, l







