로그인Lucian’s POVBy morning, the Vale no longer felt like home.It felt like a place holding its breath.I stood at the long table in the strategy room, hands braced against the wood, eyes fixed on the map spread before me. Patrol routes. Healer paths. Council access points. Everything looked orderly.That was the problem.Selene didn’t break systems.She slipped inside them and rewired quietly.“She’s filed three new requests overnight,” Elias said from my left. “All legal. All approved through secondary Council channels before we could stall them.”“Which records,” I asked.“Bloodline registries,” he replied. “Minor Houses. Maternal lines. Nothing obvious… but the dates overlap.”I already knew which ones.“Hale,” I said.Elias nodded once. “She’s narrowing.”“She’s not hunting,” I said. “She’s measuring.”The room went quiet.Mara Hale sat near the far end of the table, posture straight, hands folded. She hadn’t spoken much since dawn. She didn’t need to. Her presence alone shifted the
Aria’s POVThe lights steadied again, like nothing had happened.But the damage was done.I stood there, my hand still locked in my mother’s, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure everyone in the room could hear it. The word Hale echoed in my head, bouncing off old memories and buried moments I’d never fully questioned.Six years ago.That wasn’t just a year. It was a fracture line.Lucian dismissed the guard with a sharp nod and turned the lock himself. The sound was final. Heavy. Like the house had just sealed its lungs.“Full lockdown,” he said calmly, though I knew him well enough now to hear the strain beneath it. “No one enters or leaves without my word.”Mara released my hand slowly and folded both of hers in her lap again, posture composed, face unreadable. If someone didn’t know her, they’d think she was unaffected.I knew better.“You should sit,” Lucian said to me.“I am sitting,” I replied, realizing only then that I’d lowered myself onto the edge of the bed without remem
Aria’s POVI felt her before I saw her.That deep, quiet pull in my chest… the one I’d ignored for days because everything else had been louder… fear, strategy, and a deeper sense of survival. But this was an instinctive, familiar feeling.My mother was in the Vale mansion.I was standing near the window when it hit me, fingers curled around the edge of the sill, watching dusk bleed slowly into the mountains. The estate lights flickered on one by one, soft and deceptive, like nothing underneath them was wrong.Everything was wrong.Frantic knocks came seconds later.I turned slowly.“Come in.”The door opened and Lucian stepped inside first. His posture was upright, but his eyes searched my face before he spoke, like he was bracing for impact.“She’s here,” he said quietly.I nodded once. “I know.”That made his brows draw together. “You felt her.”“Yes.”He hesitated, then stepped aside.Revealing her standing behind him.My dear mother stood just inside the doorway, hands folded nea
Lucian’s POVMara Hale didn’t move past the threshold.That alone told me everything I needed to know.Most people stepped into the Vale estate like trespassers trying to prove they belonged. Mara stood as though the house itself was on trial, and she was here to observe, not plead.“Mrs. Hale,” I said evenly. “You weren’t announced.”She inclined her head, polite but unapologetic. “I didn’t expect to be.”Her gaze flicked briefly to Elias, then back to me. Sharp. Measuring. She was taking inventory… of guards, of exits, of the tension in the air.Of me.“I requested passage at the outer gate,” she continued. “They allowed me through.”I glanced at Elias. His jaw tightened.That would be dealt with later.“Walk with me,” I said.She did, falling into step without hesitation, her pace calm, unhurried. No awe. No discomfort. As though she’d walked halls like these before… not this one specifically, but halls built on power and silence.“You came a long way,” I said.“Yes.”No embellishm
Lucian’s POVI kept tossed on the couch in Aria's room till the break of dawn… I just couldn’t sleep.I circled the room, heavy and restless, but never settled. I lay on my back staring at the ceiling, listening to the slow rhythm of Aria’s breathing on the bed beside me, every inhale a quiet reassurance and every exhale a reminder of how much there was to lose.The night after a war always feels like this. No sense of peace.I slipped out of the couch before dawn, careful not to wake her. She gently stirred in the bed, one hand drifting instinctively across the sheets… she’s so sensitive to any sound. I walked over to the bed, slightly bending and planting a kiss on her forehead.When her fingers brushed my wrist, my chest tightened.“I’ll be back,” I murmured softly.Her eyes fluttered open, hazy but alert.“Don’t disappear,” she said.“I won’t.” I said departing the room.It was a promise I made lightly.The corridors were quiet as I moved through the estate, guards posted at eve
Aria’s POVThe silence in my room felt staged.Everything looked calm on the surface. Curtains drawn. Fire dying low. Clock ticking steadily on the mantle like nothing in the world had shifted. But my chest felt tight, like I’d been holding my breath for hours without realizing it.I sat on the edge of the bed with my hands resting over my stomach. I kept catching myself doing that. Not consciously. Just instinct. Protective. Like if I stayed still enough, quiet enough, the secret inside me would remain invisible.Damien was gone.Banished. Stripped. Removed from the Vale like a rot cut cleanly from bone.I should have felt relief. I tried to tell myself I did. But the air felt thinner instead. Sharper. Like the real danger had simply stepped back to get a better angle.A knock sounded at the door.I flinched.“Aria.”Lucian.Before I even opened it, I felt him. The pressure of his presence bled through the wood, raw and unsettled. This wasn’t the calm Alpha who’d commanded the Assemb







