Lilac lay still in Alaric's arms, her breathing shallow as blood seeped through the coral silk of her gown. The enchanted dagger pulsed with dark energy where it protruded from between her shoulder blades, its obsidian hilt drinking in the light. The room was stunned to find the face of the Nightshade Alpha. On top of that, Lilac being his mate was huge. But none of those thoughts touched Alaric.
His aura exploded outward, shattering nearby goblets and sending candles guttering. A feral growl ripped from his throat as he cradled her closer, his claws pricking the fabric of her dress.
"LILAC!"
Ezra lunged forward, his eyes flashing wolf-gold, only for Marcus to intercept him with an arm across his chest.
"My baby!" Lyra Blackwood's anguished cry cut through the hall as she stumbled toward them, her emerald skirts tangling around her legs.
A deafening snarl stopped them both cold.
"Mine."
Alaric's voice was barely recognizable— Hunter's
Lilac lay still in Alaric's arms, her breathing shallow as blood seeped through the coral silk of her gown. The enchanted dagger pulsed with dark energy where it protruded from between her shoulder blades, its obsidian hilt drinking in the light. The room was stunned to find the face of the Nightshade Alpha. On top of that, Lilac being his mate was huge. But none of those thoughts touched Alaric.His aura exploded outward, shattering nearby goblets and sending candles guttering. A feral growl ripped from his throat as he cradled her closer, his claws pricking the fabric of her dress."LILAC!"Ezra lunged forward, his eyes flashing wolf-gold, only for Marcus to intercept him with an arm across his chest."My baby!" Lyra Blackwood's anguished cry cut through the hall as she stumbled toward them, her emerald skirts tangling around her legs.A deafening snarl stopped them both cold."Mine."Alaric's voice was barely recognizable— Hunter's
|| Lilac’s POV || The moment Alaric's teeth left my neck, the world erupted into chaos. "The game has begun," Alaric murmured against my skin, his breath hot where he'd just marked me. I smiled, tasting the metallic tang of my own blood on my lips. "Yes." A scream ripped through the hall as one of the serving girls' faces began to melt, her delicate features sloughing away to reveal the withered visage of a crone beneath. The scent of rotting herbs and burnt magic flooded the air. Warriors moved like shadows— those who knew the plan falling into formation, while others stood frozen in shock. Alaric shifted beside me in a blur as he moved like lightning. The witch barely had time to raise her hands before Alaric's claws tore through her chest, black blood spraying across the marble floors. "Stand still, Luna," Elizabeth ordered, her sword drawn as she and Marcus formed a protective circle around me. "Nothing gets past us." I nodded, my fingers
|| Lilac’s POV ||The grand hall fell into a hushed silence as Alpha King Darius rose from his throne, the ancient silver crown of the realm glinting under the chandeliers. Every eye followed his slow, deliberate steps toward the center of the dais where Alaric stood tall, regal, and utterly devastating in his Nightshade armor."Tonight," Darius's voice boomed through the hall, "we restore what was stolen centuries ago."A murmur rippled through the crowd. I caught Ezra's wide-eyed stare from where he stood beside our parents, his new Royal Beta insignia gleaming on his chest.Darius lifted a black-velvet pillow from a waiting attendant, revealing a crown unlike any I'd ever seen— twisted obsidian and silver, shaped like intertwined wolves, their eyes set with glowing moonstones."Kneel, Alpha of the Nightshades."The command sent a shiver down my spine. Alaric obeyed, dropping to one knee with a grace that spoke of both power and reverence.
|| Lilac’s POV ||The coral pink gown spilled across my bed like liquid sunrise, its delicate embroidery catching the afternoon light. I ran my fingers over the intricate silver threads woven into the bodice - tiny crescent moons and vines that mirrored the Nightshade crest. Alaric had chosen well. This wasn't just a dress; it was armor.I held it against myself before the mirror, watching how the silk shimmered with every breath. In three days, I would wear this when Alaric claimed his throne. When the Nightshades emerged from the shadows at last.A knock interrupted my thoughts."Luna?" Endora slipped inside, her healer's robes smelling of dried herbs and something faintly metallic. Her eyes softened as they landed on the gown. "It's stunning.""Alaric had it made," I said, unable to suppress my smile. "For the coronation."&
|| Lilac’s POV || The grand hall of Reventhorn Castle shimmered like a living jewel box, thousands of candles suspended in midair by some ancient enchantment casting golden light over the sea of silks and polished armor. My coral peach gown rippled like liquid sunset with every breath I took, the silver embroidery catching the light in ways that made the floral patterns seem to bloom and wither with each step. That thought alone sent warmth curling through my stomach as I smoothed a hand over the delicate fabric. He'd recalled my idle comment last summer about how the peach orchards near the border reminded me of sunrise after a long night. Now here I stood, draped in that very hue, while he— "Lilac!" Mom's voice snapped me from my thoughts. She floated toward me in a gown of emerald green, Dad's arm looped protectively through hers. Behind them, Ezra stood uncharacteristically still in his formal blacks, the silver fastenings gleaming like stars against the
|| Lilac’s POV || The invitation lay heavy in my hands, its silver-edged parchment catching the afternoon light. I traced the embossed Nightshade crest, that familiar twisting vine encircling a crescent moon, feeling the weight of centuries in its design. "To honor the new era," it proclaimed in Alaric's bold script. I knew what he wasn't saying. This wasn't just a celebration. It was a trap dressed in silk and champagne. The fire crackled as I studied the guest list again. Every noble house. Every allied pack. Marcus leaned against the doorway, arms crossed. "He's really doing it then? The full Nightshade reveal?" I nodded, folding the parchment with deliberate care. "After three hundred years in the shadows, it's time." He sighed, "But the risk-" "Is calculated." I met his worried gaze. "The rogues are scattered. The witch strongholds burned. What better time to lure out whoever's left?" The truth sat unspoken between us.