“You shouldn’t have done that,” Cesar grumbled, shutting the door behind me.
“Don’t start, please,” I grumble, lying down on my bed, covering my face with my hands. “I don’t know why I let that happen.”My room was a sad affair. I was only allowed books and black clothes, curtains and bedding. Elle had insisted on my living space being appropriately somber. Morgue-chic I had once described it.“I’ll be the one getting shit for you being on the stairs. I’ll get absolutely crucified by Luna Elle,” Cesar continued, keeping his voice low and level.“I’m sorry, I didn’t think he’d spot me.”“You tell me all the time you’re not an idiot. Then you get caught watching on the stairs, honestly,” he sighs.“I’ve done it before.” Not at first, I spent the first year in complete bed-ridden denial and misery.“I don’t want to know Cassie,” he groaned. “I seriously don’t. Did I honestly hear you call him a vulture? That atrium just amplifies every sound. There won’t be a servant in here who hasn’t heard or had repeated every insane thing you said.”“They were true though.”“I’m not talking to you when you’re like this,” he huffed.“What? When I’m right?” I snap back and am punished with his honey-scented silence. The air turned thick, heavy with the stultifying boredom and unchanging misery. So many repeated conversation. The rug wearing the signs of wear from Cesar’s thick leather boots. The same view, the same outcome. Every single day.So no wonder I didn’t handle Ayr properly. I’m out of practice being human.Cesar scoffs, but since I made my silent vow to overcome Elle one day, I’ve lingered on that staircase whenever I can. Because I never got caught before Cesar has turned an occasional blind eye.Not now, the door will be firmly slammed shut on such ideas. I’ve overheard many random conversations between Elle and the Elders. Or her jewelers, dressmakers, general servants.All of whom she speaks to like shit apart from Elder Brent. Which only cements my belief they have some kind of twisted partnership.I got to hear my mother flirting with Cesar once or twice too, running a finger up his arm and suggesting he might like to keep her company. Three years of listening, I’ve run out Beta’s she hasn’t tried that line with now.It still hurts to hear the servants talk about me. All those Beta’s and unranked shifters finding their little private corners and whispering how I should be dead. How I should have allowed my father to rule, and waited for my turn. I’m a waste of air. Elle should bring back the belt.Right now, there are rumors of Luna Elle wanting to sell our reserves of grain and food to the highest bidder instead of giving it to the poor this winter.The thought of it turned my stomach.But none of those swirling hits to the stomach compare to how I feel after encountering that arrogant ass of an Alpha.Blue eyes that cut straight to the core of me. I saw his gaze rake across my face, probably trying to spot the evil, broken part of me. It left me feeling hot, uncomfortably alert like he suddenly flip at any moment.Elder Brent, of course, was so proud of himself for being the one to notice my defect. He had pointed out my mark resembled a dagger to my poor father. Only he had the foresight to recognise the danger I posed. My hatred of Elle is tied up in knots with my hatred for Brent.They broke me together. I believe, not that I can prove it, that they worked together that night. He planted the seeds of doubt in my ability to lead by judging my shining silver branding. He knew the script to follow when ensuring my mother stripped me of everything I was born to inherit.Except I cannot think about his wrinkled, vile little face too much. Because the image of Brent’s face is also tied up with the thwacking, sickening crunch of his wooden staff on my fingers.I was completely off guard. I could have handled an idiot.A pompous oaf like Elder Brent. But Ayr, wrapped in chainmail and serious features, he’s so different. Almost too composed, holding everything he can back with his straight spine and perfect manners.“At least you’re not going to dinner, that would have been fucking awkward,” Cesar sighed, breaking my memory.I rolled my eyes. “Now you’re just lying. You’d have loved a seat to that show. If only to sit next to the pretty Beta’s.”“Quiet now psycho,” he replied with a click of his tongue but I knew he was smiling even as I kept my hands clamped over my own face. Cesar still thinks I’m guilty as fuck, but we’ve found a way to make our shared existence bearable.“Do you think this means I’m not getting an invite to the wedding?” I ask, fighting the urge to smirk. Cesar looks up at me, his jade eyes full of confusion.“Fuck I thought you were serious then! There is absolutely no way you’ll-”“Even be alive by then, I know,” I reply grimly. My time is running out. If she’s no longer able to take out her cruelties on me thanks to her newly-wedded bliss, then why am I even being kept alive.He is one of the few guards allowed to use the grand staircase now. Everyone else outside the family and Elders have a dark carved side-warren, lit only by candlelight to use.That was one of Elle’s first changes. The magnificent, gleaming white atrium was reserved for the elite. No longer for everyone. A divide in the pack.“I am sorry if you get in trouble over this though,” I add again. Cesar says nothing and I’m left wondering just how the rest of Alpha Ayr’s trip will go. “It won’t happen again.”“Thanks a lot,” he grunts, and I heard the familiar sound of him striding across the stone floor, sitting in the window seat and opening a book.I’m left replaying what I’ve said downstairs. How his eyes barely left mine even as I insulted him.Maybe this will be the occasion Elle uses to finally justify killing me. Shit.She surely wouldn't make me attend the wedding?That would be far too dangerous. Not just for me, but her embarrassment at having the pack baying for my blood. She needs the grandeur. The dramatic white sweeping cliffs, the sea views and golden opulence.Elle will want to be married dripping in jewels under a banquet of stars and banners.I had once imagined marrying Dominic. He did give me a ring after all. But now it's pretty tough to picture myself in anything but this shitty black mourning wear now. I can’t even remember how it used to feel being held by him. His kisses haven’t been in my dreams for years.It annoys me that I haven’t even thought about being kissed for so long, minutes after meeting Ayr it’s where my mind wanders. Foolish thoughts.The hours pass. I fall asleep in my miserable little room until the early hours when something startles me awake. Cesar’s snoring is the first thing I notice. Sprawled across the window seat, his dark hair is a messy sprawl.He shouldn’t have stayed here. He has his own room a few doors down. I’m normally locked in.But not tonight.A rare smile breaks across my face, a thrill of excitement speeding up my pulse. I quickly tiptoe out of my room, leaving the door just ajar. The stone atrium is empty, all the guests sound asleep. I sprint up the stairs in just my stockinged feet, in too great a rush to bother with shoes. Racing up the last few steps I press open the final wooden doorway and feel my heart expand at the moonlit view. It’s just as stunning as I remember. Gazing wistfully from a window doesn’t compare to standing up here. The wind is fresh, cleansing. My skin tingles at the cold breeze and the scent of seasalt in the air. I can hear the waves breaking against the far end of the granite-backed cliffs. But I don’t want the sea tonight. Ahead of me was the land where the pack I was born to lead. It fans out into the darkness like rumpled black silk. That’s what I love to see. All the potential, the other cliffs and their carved houses jut out into the night sky, tall and imposing, but nothing reac
I needed that breath of air. I didn’t need my forehead smashing in. She used a fucking rock, the murderous little savage. The evening's dinner was just as bad as I anticipated. Luna Elle doesn’t have the faintest idea about her pack. Just as the reports suggested. Her leadership can be be boiled down to pretty dresses and jewellery. I don’t need my food on gold plates when I rarely have a table to sit at in my own packhouse. Every question I asked about the land, defences, and plans to improve was snatched up by the eager Elder Brent. My Betas were right to worry about their influence.Blatantly plying Luna Sana with drink and grovelling over Luna Elle. It’s a strange set-up. Luna Sana’s eyes drifted over us all, like picking a chocolate from a box. Which one of us will take her fancy? Toying with my wine glass during a never-ending dessert course, I concede Raphael and Lucas had done their jobs well. The Kallio pack is the perfect acquisition for us. This Luna is out of her depth
Throughout the meal, Elle smiles endlessly, charming little dimples forming in her cheeks. “Well, hopefully I can pay a visit to the Volare Clan in the near future? It sounds so interesting.” With my best attempt at a charming smile, I offered a weak, “I certainly hope so, we are proud of it, but it is a work in progress. There is no match for the grandeur of Kallio right now.” "I miss the balls. When the Alpha Council was in session, before my father passed."/YES/ my Betas link in unison. Finally, Elle is onto something."Perhaps you could be the one to restart it? Your clifftop balls were always the most spectacular?""I've never been to one Alpha Ayr," she replies flatly, her smile dropping for the first time. I've made an error. "They were purely for my parents to attend back then. Cassandra would have attended her first one had she not...""Betrayed us all!" Luna Sana interrupted with a drawl, pointing her glass at Elle.Shit I need this back on track. Not because I want to fl
The clunking sound of Beta Cesar unlocking the door made me stir from the pillow. “This is early, even for you,” I groaned, arching my back under the covers and stretching. Quickly checking, my hands had pretty much healed from last night's injuries. “Came to give you a heads up, actually,” my eternally grumpy guard replied, shutting the door silently behind him. Heading towards me, his jade eyes were as serious as the grave. This is bad. He’s never done this before, swiftly confirmed by my wolf sending an icy shiver up my spine. Fuck. In times like this, when the world seems to rush a little too quickly, I try to remember my father. There are so many of his teachings about leadership and strength trying to barge their way into my swirling head. Totally lost on my once naive teenage ears. I’ve had time to think since. All my tiredness evaporated, and I scampered myself into a sitting position in my small bed. Drowning in grey and black blankets, I wore a simple, black silk slip.
Stubble greets my chin, making it blindingly clear this isn’t a crazed fever dream. Roughly seizing him, braced for his resistance, my chest presses against him. My hardened nipples rub against the roughness of his chainmail. It is like I’ve thrown myself onto the rocks at the sea-facing end of the cliffs. Hard and brutal, the metal chainmail is cold to the touch as is the stone cold floor on my bare feet. But his lips. The feel of my hands upon his jaw, his blonde hair just brushing through my fingertips. That’s the kind of soft warmth I could bask in forever and never wake up. He murmured with surprise but I held on, determined to make this scene stick. This kiss isn’t for me. It’s for my bitch of a sister to discover. To ruin Ayr’s attempt to win her. No marriage, no alliance. It will give Kallio a chance to sort itself out. Who knows what might happen if I get rid of Ayr as an option? The people could one day make up their own minds about Elle. I thought I’d have to hold
I swore to my father, to my pack, that I would always put them first, no matter what. So, although my world exploded into blinding sunlight when the mate bond kicked in, my head was immediately resisting. She can’t be my Luna. Not a murdering liar and schemer. She has nothing to give. I shatter my own reputation, my packs faith, and still be vulnerable to slaughter from other packs.Plus, we could face potential war if Luna Elle is outraged enough to want vengeance for her humiliation. But fuck it felt so good. Better than good. Otherworldly. Enough to make me wonder why I hadn’t spent my entire life chasing long, shapely legs like Marcus has. Duty doesn’t reduce your spine to jelly. Responsibility doesn’t leave you breathless, hungry to know just how much of her touch I could withstand before declaring myself insane as I split in two. Every inch of self-preserving fiber, the very steel in my bones melted away to nothing. For a woman I can never have by my side.I knew her game
Waiting for me in an extravagant golden carriage like a fairytale queen, Elle beamed at me. Her orange silk gown, corseted tightly with golden ribbons and long chestnut hair caught the sun perfectly. Orange velvet clad servants bowed with respect, all of pretending nothing catastrophic had occurred. “You look like a vision, Luna Elle,” I offer, and she places her hand to her cleavage in mock modesty. A vision for anyone else but me. She’s not an idiot. She knows the kiss she interrupted wasn't some one-sided assault. I had Cassandra pressed as closely to my body as I could by the time her voice rang out. “Alpha Ayr! I have instructed the staff to remove the roof so you can see everything!” and patted the orange cushion next to her. She means so everyone can see me. With her. Divert the attention from Cassie’s prison drama.Elle is working to adjust the perspective. Like a Luna should. Except it leaves a sour taste in my mouth. She's on the hop. I'm splayed like a boxer after a
Roughly depoaited in my cell, Elder Brent and Gunner lingered. I had hoped they’d simply throw me in the squalid, windowless room and walk away. Then I could try and piece together what the hell I am meant to do with the rest of my life. No doubt Elle intends for it to only last a few days. Maybe less.Nobody lasts for long down here. Kallio does enforce life imprisonment. It’s just that your life is pretty much over a few days after getting down here. The Elders make sure of it. They aren’t just there for advice. They take care of the dirty work, too. Elder Gunner in particular. The way his musty green eyes linger on my bare flesh is sending my wolf into overdrive. My mantra for the last few years rises in my chest. I am not low, only lowered. “I think you can leave now” I mutter, grabbing a foul-smelling blanket to cover my legs. “I don’t think you have any say in that now,” Elder Gunner smirked. Younger, thicker built than Elder Brent, I knew underneath his brown robe he was s