LEXA POINT OF VIEW Morning light filtered through the window, waking me gently. For a moment, I forgot where I was, the soft bed beneath me, the warm blankets, the unfamiliar scent of pine and wilderness surrounding me. Then it all rushed back. The execution platform. The silver blade. Cross.I sat up, pushing hair from my face. Cross was no longer in the chair by the fire where I'd last seen him. The room stood empty, though signs of his presence remained, a jacket thrown over a chair, boots by the door, a book open on the table.The bruises on my wrists looked better this morning, the healing salve having worked overnight to fade the angry red marks to dull purple. I flexed my fingers, grateful for the lack of pain.A soft knock on the door made me pull the blankets higher."Yes?"The door opened, and Cross entered carrying a tray of food. Steam rose from a bowl of something that smelled wonderful after days of prison meals."You're awake," he said, setting the tray on the bedside
CHAPTER FOURTEENLEXA POINT OF VIEW I walked beside Cross through the main pack house, my heart beating fast in my chest. Pack members stopped to stare as we passed, their eyes wide with shock. Just yesterday they'd gathered to watch me die. Now I walked freely among them, protected by the Alpha's firstborn son."Hold your head high," Cross said quietly. "Show no fear."I straightened my back, lifting my chin. The clothes Cross had given me fit better today, a dark blue shirt and black pants that someone had adjusted overnight. Gone was the white death dress, gone was the prison dirt. I looked like someone who belonged."They're waiting for us in the meeting hall," Cross said. "My father, the pack elders, your father... and Damian with Linda."My stomach twisted at the thought of facing them all. "What exactly will happen?""Justice," Cross replied, his golden-red eyes gleaming. "The first step toward it, at least."We reached the large wooden doors of the meeting hall. Two guards st
CHAPTER FIFTEENLexa point of view The room went quiet as everyone waited for Alpha Gregory's answer. I could hardly breathe. My future hung on his next words.Alpha Gregory looked at each face around the table. His eyes lingered on Damian, whose jaw was tight with anger. Then he looked at me, really looked at me, maybe for the first time."I have heard enough," he said finally. "The marriage between Lexa and Damian was forced. It was never real in spirit or body." He straightened his shoulders. "As Alpha of this pack, I declare this marriage dissolved, effective immediately."The words hit me like a wave. Free. I was free.Linda jumped to her feet. "You can't do this!""I just did," Alpha Gregory said, his voice firm. "Pack law gives me this right when a marriage is proven false."Damian's face turned dark red. "Father, you're making a mistake.""No," Gregory answered. "My mistake was allowing this marriage in the first place. It should never have happened."I felt Cross's hand touc
CHAPTER SIXTEENDIAMIAN POINT OF VIEW I slammed the door of our private quarters so hard that the windows shook. My hands wouldn't stop shaking. The burn in my chest felt like I'd swallowed fire. How dare they? How dare he?"That man is not your father," Mother said, pacing the room like a trapped animal. Her face was red, her breathing fast. "No real father would humiliate his son this way. In front of the elders!"I kicked a chair, sending it crashing into the wall. The wood cracked, one leg breaking off. It didn't help. Nothing would help this feeling inside me."My wife," I said through gritted teeth. "He took my wife.""She was never worthy of you," Mother spat. "A nothing girl, a placeholder until Sara recovered. But the insult, the shame of it! To dissolve your marriage like it was nothing!"I grabbed a glass from the table and threw it against the wall. It exploded into shiny pieces. The sound matched how I felt inside, shattered, broken, sharp edges everywhere."And now he'l
CHAPTER SEVENTEENLEXA POINT OF VIEW I walked next to Cross as we left the meeting hall, my mind still trying to understand what had just happened. Free. I was free from Damian. Tomorrow I would marry Cross, the Alpha's firstborn son."Are you okay?" Cross asked, his voice low so only I could hear."Yes," I said, though my heart still beat too fast. "It's just... a lot to take in."He nodded, understanding in his strange golden-red eyes. "Do you want some time alone? To think?"The offer surprised me. Damian had never cared what I wanted or needed. "Maybe a little time, yes.""I'll walk you to your room," he said.We moved through the pack house, past curious eyes and whispered conversations. News of the dissolved marriage and upcoming wedding had spread fast. Some pack members looked away when they saw us. Others stared openly, trying to understand how the girl they'd nearly executed yesterday was now walking freely as the future Luna."Ignore them," Cross said, noticing my discomfo
SARA POINT OF VIEW I threw the vase across the room, enjoying the crash as it shattered against the wall. Tiny pieces of blue glass scattered across the floor, glinting in the late afternoon sunlight."They're getting married tomorrow!" I screamed, my voice raw with fury. "Tomorrow! She'll be the princess! The Luna! My position! Mine!"Mother paced the room, her face tight with anger. "I know, Sara. I heard the news too.""How could this happen?" I grabbed another small ornament from the table and smashed it to the ground. The destruction felt good, something physical to match the storm inside me. "Just yesterday she was nothing. Less than nothing! About to die for what she did to me!""What she didn't do to you," Mother corrected under her breath. "Don't start," I warned her. "Not now."Mother rubbed her forehead like she had a headache. "We need to think, not break things. Breaking things solves nothing."I wanted to break more than things. I wanted to break Lexa's neck. Cross's s
SARA POINT OF VIEWI stared at Father, my mouth dry. His question hung in the air between us. Did I frame Lexa? How dare he even ask that?Before I could answer, Mother stepped forward, her face tight with anger."Stop this, Thomas," she said, her voice sharp. "Stop acting like you suddenly care about Lexa. Stop pretending to be a good father when you've treated her like an outcast her entire life."Father's face paled. His shoulders dropped as if Mother's words had physically hit him."You're right," he said quietly. "I have treated her badly. And that's something I'll regret for the rest of my life.""Then why the sudden change?" Mother demanded. "Why question Sara now?"Father ran a hand over his face, suddenly looking older. "Because I've been blind. Because I've let you two poison my mind against my own daughter for years.""Poison?" I repeated, finding my voice again. "We told you the truth about her!""Did you?" Father's eyes met mine, filled with doubt I'd never seen before. "
CHAPTER TWENTYMorning light filled my room as I sat before the mirror, barely recognizing the woman looking back at me. My hair had been washed and styled, falling in soft waves down my back. My skin glowed from the scented oils the pack women had rubbed into it. The wedding dress lay on the bed behind me, waiting.In just a few hours, I would marry Cross. I would become Luna.A knock on the door broke my thoughts."Come in," I called, expecting one of the women helping me prepare.The door opened slowly. My heart stopped when I saw who stood there.Father.He hovered in the doorway, uncertain, his eyes taking in my appearance. "Lexa," he said softly. "You look beautiful."I turned back to the mirror, unwilling to let him see how his presence affected me. "What are you doing here?""I wanted to see you. Before the ceremony." He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. "To talk.""We have nothing to talk about," I said, picking up a hairbrush just to have something to do wi
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOURDAMIAN POINT OF VIEW I sat by the window of Mother's private quarters, my body rigid with fury as I watched the distant clearing where the pack still celebrated Cross's wedding and revelation. My fists opened and closed without my conscious control, matching the rhythm of my churning thoughts.A hybrid. My half-brother was a hybrid. Part werewolf, part lycan, part vampire, a mix of bloodlines that should have been impossible. And instead of rejecting him for his unnatural nature, the pack embraced him. Worshipped him. My own father knelt before him like a common wolf.The sound of shattering glass pulled my attention back to the room. Mother had thrown another vase against the wall, adding to the growing pile of broken objects at her feet."A hybrid!" she spat, her face twisted with disgust. "A filthy mix of bloodlines! And they worship him like some god!"I said nothing. What words could possibly capture the magnitude of what had happened today? Everything we'd w
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREELEXA POINT OF VIEW For several heartbeats, nobody moved. The entire pack stared at Cross in his changed form, his fangs gleaming in the sunlight, his red eyes burning. I stood beside him, frozen in shock just like everyone else.Then Elder Marjorie broke the silence. The old wolf pushed herself to her feet, her ancient face lit with wonder."The prophecy," she whispered, her voice growing stronger with each word. "The ancient prophecy speaks of this day!"At her words, the other elders stirred. Elder Thomas, the oldest among them, stood shakily."Could it be?" he asked, his voice trembling with emotion. "After all these generations of waiting?"Elder Marjorie nodded, tears streaming down her wrinkled face. "A hybrid of three bloodlines, werewolf, lycan, and vampire. The one who will lead our pack to greatness. The one who will protect us from the coming darkness."A murmur spread through the crowd, growing louder with each passing moment. Confusion gave way to ex
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWOLEXA POINT OF VIEW The clearing buzzed with whispers as I stood before Cross, my hand in his. The Alpha spoke the ancient words that would bind us together as mates, but I barely heard them. All I could focus on was Cross's face, the way he looked at me as if I were the most precious thing in the world.From the corner of my eye, I saw Linda and Damian sitting stiffly in the front row. Linda's mouth was pinched tight, her eyes burning with hatred. Damian stared straight ahead, his jaw clenched so hard I could see the muscle jumping under his skin. Their rage was a physical thing, filling the space around them.I noticed two empty seats where Sara and Catherine should have been. Their absence spoke louder than any protest they could have made. They couldn't bear to watch me become what Sara had always wanted to be, Luna, mate to the Alpha's heir.My father stood off to the side, his hands clasped tightly in front of him. Though his face remained calm, I could see th
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONEThe wedding dress felt heavy on my skin as I stood at the top of the grand staircase. White silk flowed from my shoulders to the floor, catching the light that streamed through the tall windows. My hands clutched a small bouquet of blue wildflowers, Cross had remembered they were my favorite.In just minutes, I would walk down these stairs and head to the ceremony clearing where everyone waited. Where Cross waited.I took a deep breath, steadying my nerves. The pack women who had helped me dress had left a few minutes ago to take their places for the ceremony. I'd asked for a moment alone to gather my thoughts before making my entrance.Voices drifted up from below—pack members chatting as they made their way to the clearing. Music played in the distance, a traditional wedding melody that had marked pack unions for generations. Today it played for me.I smoothed the front of my dress one last time and started down the stairs. One step. Two. The silk whispered around
CHAPTER TWENTYMorning light filled my room as I sat before the mirror, barely recognizing the woman looking back at me. My hair had been washed and styled, falling in soft waves down my back. My skin glowed from the scented oils the pack women had rubbed into it. The wedding dress lay on the bed behind me, waiting.In just a few hours, I would marry Cross. I would become Luna.A knock on the door broke my thoughts."Come in," I called, expecting one of the women helping me prepare.The door opened slowly. My heart stopped when I saw who stood there.Father.He hovered in the doorway, uncertain, his eyes taking in my appearance. "Lexa," he said softly. "You look beautiful."I turned back to the mirror, unwilling to let him see how his presence affected me. "What are you doing here?""I wanted to see you. Before the ceremony." He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. "To talk.""We have nothing to talk about," I said, picking up a hairbrush just to have something to do wi
SARA POINT OF VIEWI stared at Father, my mouth dry. His question hung in the air between us. Did I frame Lexa? How dare he even ask that?Before I could answer, Mother stepped forward, her face tight with anger."Stop this, Thomas," she said, her voice sharp. "Stop acting like you suddenly care about Lexa. Stop pretending to be a good father when you've treated her like an outcast her entire life."Father's face paled. His shoulders dropped as if Mother's words had physically hit him."You're right," he said quietly. "I have treated her badly. And that's something I'll regret for the rest of my life.""Then why the sudden change?" Mother demanded. "Why question Sara now?"Father ran a hand over his face, suddenly looking older. "Because I've been blind. Because I've let you two poison my mind against my own daughter for years.""Poison?" I repeated, finding my voice again. "We told you the truth about her!""Did you?" Father's eyes met mine, filled with doubt I'd never seen before. "
SARA POINT OF VIEW I threw the vase across the room, enjoying the crash as it shattered against the wall. Tiny pieces of blue glass scattered across the floor, glinting in the late afternoon sunlight."They're getting married tomorrow!" I screamed, my voice raw with fury. "Tomorrow! She'll be the princess! The Luna! My position! Mine!"Mother paced the room, her face tight with anger. "I know, Sara. I heard the news too.""How could this happen?" I grabbed another small ornament from the table and smashed it to the ground. The destruction felt good, something physical to match the storm inside me. "Just yesterday she was nothing. Less than nothing! About to die for what she did to me!""What she didn't do to you," Mother corrected under her breath. "Don't start," I warned her. "Not now."Mother rubbed her forehead like she had a headache. "We need to think, not break things. Breaking things solves nothing."I wanted to break more than things. I wanted to break Lexa's neck. Cross's s
CHAPTER SEVENTEENLEXA POINT OF VIEW I walked next to Cross as we left the meeting hall, my mind still trying to understand what had just happened. Free. I was free from Damian. Tomorrow I would marry Cross, the Alpha's firstborn son."Are you okay?" Cross asked, his voice low so only I could hear."Yes," I said, though my heart still beat too fast. "It's just... a lot to take in."He nodded, understanding in his strange golden-red eyes. "Do you want some time alone? To think?"The offer surprised me. Damian had never cared what I wanted or needed. "Maybe a little time, yes.""I'll walk you to your room," he said.We moved through the pack house, past curious eyes and whispered conversations. News of the dissolved marriage and upcoming wedding had spread fast. Some pack members looked away when they saw us. Others stared openly, trying to understand how the girl they'd nearly executed yesterday was now walking freely as the future Luna."Ignore them," Cross said, noticing my discomfo
CHAPTER SIXTEENDIAMIAN POINT OF VIEW I slammed the door of our private quarters so hard that the windows shook. My hands wouldn't stop shaking. The burn in my chest felt like I'd swallowed fire. How dare they? How dare he?"That man is not your father," Mother said, pacing the room like a trapped animal. Her face was red, her breathing fast. "No real father would humiliate his son this way. In front of the elders!"I kicked a chair, sending it crashing into the wall. The wood cracked, one leg breaking off. It didn't help. Nothing would help this feeling inside me."My wife," I said through gritted teeth. "He took my wife.""She was never worthy of you," Mother spat. "A nothing girl, a placeholder until Sara recovered. But the insult, the shame of it! To dissolve your marriage like it was nothing!"I grabbed a glass from the table and threw it against the wall. It exploded into shiny pieces. The sound matched how I felt inside, shattered, broken, sharp edges everywhere."And now he'l