LOGINBella's POVThe scene in front of me stopped me cold.Ethan was standing near the window. Matthew was to his left with something in his hands that looked like a report or a letter, and between them, seated in the chair closest to the door—My father.Alexander of Blackthron, sitting in the Lycan King's private suite with his hands on his knees and his face carrying something I had never seen on it before in any memory I actually owned or any picture Julie had painted of the man who had gone to his knees before this same King to get me a marriage I had cried for.He was worried.He looked up when I came in and his expression shifted into something that was specifically about me being here, in this room, in a way that clearly made no sense to him.Then Ethan's gaze found me.I felt it before I fully processed what was in it, the specific quality of his eyes landing on me and something being different about them. Cold. That was the word that arrived immediately and sat there, accurate an
Bella's POVI lay in my bed that night and stared at the ceiling and tried to figure out what I was actually feeling.Not the surface version of it. Not the easy answer that presented itself first—anger, obviously, the sharp hot anger that came from having your expectations dropped from a height. I knew that was there. But underneath it something else was sitting that I couldn't immediately name, something quieter and heavier, and I lay there in the dark and tried to find it.It wasn't Hailey's words. I had catalogued every single one of them in the garden and put them in their correct place…deliberate, aimed, the words of a woman who felt threatened and had decided offense was the best defense. They had landed, yes. Some of them had found the specific spots they were designed to find. But they weren't what was keeping me awake.It wasn't Andrew either. Andrew had shown me who he was so many times by now that nothing he did in that garden had surprised me. His silence while Hailey spo
Bella's POVThree days of peace and I was already making plans in my head.Blackthron. My father's house, his territory, the life I was going to rebuild from scratch the moment Andrew signed whatever papers needed signing. I had been turning it over quietly for three days, letting it sit warm in my chest, not jinxing it by saying too much out loud. Ethan had said he would talk to Andrew and have it settled and I had believed him the way you believe someone whose word carries the weight of an entire kingdom behind it.Yesterday Andrew went to the palace and came back that evening with anger sitting all over him like a second skin, and I had smiled into my pillow and thought…finally.This morning I was in the back garden with Julie, picking flowers, feeling genuinely light for the first time in longer than I could measure."You look so happy today, Luna," Julie said."I am very happy," I said, and pulled her close by the arm and leaned into her ear. "I'm going back to Blackthron, Julie.
Ethan's POVShe walked through that door and I had approximately three seconds of peace before her scent reached me.Her warm Honey scent filling the room the way it always did when she was in it, and Slade went from dormant to fully present in the space of one breath, rising up inside me with the particular intensity of something that had been waiting and was done being patient about it. I kept my face where it always was and watched her curtsy and noted that she had gotten more composed since the last time she had stood in this room, less visibly overwhelmed, and I noted that too without letting anything show about it.My necklace was on her neck.I saw it the moment she straightened from the curtsy, the silver chain with the rubies sitting against her collarbone exactly where I had imagined it would sit when I took it out of that drawer and put it in the box. I had known it would look right on her. I had known that since the moment I bought it years ago and had not examined why I k
Bella's POVThe silence that followed was the longest silence I had ever sat inside.I couldn't hear anything except my own breathing and the faint crackle of the fire in the grate and the sound of my own heartbeat which was considerably louder than it had any right to be.I opened one eye.Slowly. Just one, just a fraction, peeking at him through my lashes because I needed to see his face before I opened the other one and fully committed to looking.His face was doing nothing.Absolutely nothing. The same expression it always wore, unreadable and still and giving me not a single thing to work with, and I looked at it with one eye and then very carefully opened the other one and looked at it with both.And then Ethan laughed.Not a small sound, not a controlled exhale, an actual laugh, genuine and sudden, the kind that changed his whole face in the way I had seen once before at the banquet when I had said something ridiculous about his handsomeness in front of everyone. It transformed
Bella's POVThe fourteen days passed faster than I expected.Andrew had gotten busy with pack duties, patrols, whatever it was Alphas did when they needed to look like they were leading something and somewhere in the middle of all of that he had stopped looking at me. Not the deliberate not-looking that he did when he was making a point, but genuinely stopped registering my presence in a room the way you stop registering furniture you've decided is no longer interesting. He poured everything into Hailey. His attention, his time, his careful hands and soft voice, all of it directed at her in a way that was clearly designed to make me feel the absence of it.I felt nothing.That was the part that still surprised me when I examined it honestly. No jealousy, no longing, no hollow ache where something had been removed. Just a clean empty space where Andrew used to occupy my thoughts and the quiet satisfaction of a woman who had realized she was free of something without having the legal p
Bella's POVI had just finished my night shower and was feeling almost human again.The jewelry was sitting on my dresser where I had laid it out carefully after spending an embarrassing amount of time just looking at it. The bracelet I had already put on and taken off twice because wearing it made
Bella's POVThe sitting room had gone very quiet.Not the natural quiet of a room where nothing is happening, this is the loaded quiet of a room where everyone is waiting to see what happens next and nobody wants to be the one who moves first. Cordell was holding the box with the royal crest. Andre
Ethan's POVI woke up feeling different.Not in a way I had a clean word for. Not better exactly, not worse, just different. Like something that had been sitting at a fixed grinding pressure inside my chest for a very long time had shifted fractionally in the night and the absence of that specific
Bella's POVI sat on the edge of my bed and let my mind spiral for a while because there was no point pretending it wasn't going to.Every possible outcome. Every version of what Andrew could have gotten out of them, every direction that conversation downstairs could have gone, every crack in the s







