Nolan POV I stood at my office window, the early light spilling over the training fields below. Even from here, I could hear the murmur of pack life, guards changing shifts, warriors gathering for patrols, the occasional bark of orders carried by the wind. It should have been reassuring, a sign
Ellie POVThe packhouse was quiet again. The kind of quiet that settled only when people were afraid to speak.Of course, everyone had heard about Nolan’s confession by now. It was only last night that it had happened, but I could tell by the tension at breakfast that word had gotten around.I stood
Third person POVThe news reached Felicity before dawn.Whispers first, half-formed rumors traded by servants who thought their conversations were private. Then confirmation, clear and damning, from her informant in the southern court.Nolan had confessed his love to Ellie. Publicly.For a long, pul
“Nolan,” Ellie’s voice cut through the noise like a blade.I let go instantly, stepping back, the fury still humming through my veins. She looked between us, confusion and frustration etched across her face. “What’s going on?”“Ask him,” I said tightly.She turned to Kieran. “What did you say?”“Not
Nolan POVI saw it before I even realized I was moving.Kieran had his hand at the small of her back. Subtle. Possessive.Every muscle in my body went tight, my wolf snarling low beneath my skin. I’d told myself to keep control this time, to stay calm, to not make a scene—but the second I saw that t
Nolan POVI had already made the decision.Somewhere between that damned dance and the long nights lying awake, staring at the ceiling like it could give me answers, I knew I couldn’t keep burying what I felt. I was going to tell her.Not in the middle of a fight, not in anger, not as some clumsy ex