LOGINMeredithAlarick didn't go pale and he didn't sit down. He got angry."Say exactly what you mean by that," he said. "Be precise, because I'll be repeating it to my own council tonight. Reddick was paid four days ago. The forgery was made months before that, on Clover's money, in a rented office I'd never heard of. I bought the truth off a frightened man. I didn't order the lie.""That distinction matters," Castien said. "I want to be clear that I'm not suggesting otherwise, and I'll write it exactly that way.""Then what are you suggesting?""That paying him proves nothing on its own, in either direction." Castien didn't take his eyes off him. "The crown will work out what happened by putting it all beside each other. Reddick's testimony. What day he arrived at your gate. The account the money came out of. Both letters, once we have them. Your messages." A pause. "And the fact that you sat on a witness and a piece of evidence while a royal ultimatum was running against her.""I sat o
MeredithHe didn't answer.I'd watched him fight me for an hour over the wedding and my wolf and my marriage, and he'd never once needed a run-up. Now he stood with his hand on the back of the chair and looked at the door instead of at me, and whatever was behind it had nothing to do with the two of us.The inner door opened before he found anything to say.Castien came back in without the case. He'd been gone long enough to hand it to his escort and see it onto the road. He stopped two steps inside because he'd walked into something and he knew it.Alarick's eyes went to him, then came back to me.I didn't repeat the question. I sat down again and folded my hands and let him have the room."He came to my gate on foot," Alarick said at last. "No vehicle, no escort, nothing on him but what he was carrying. He'd worked out that the crown would have him in a cell inside a day if anyone learned his name, so he brought me the truth and asked for protection in exchange for it.""What's his
Meredith“No. You’re going to hear this one.”He came away from the window with his hand still wrapped around the shutter latch. He held it for another second before letting go.“Two hundred acres above the south coast road,” he said. “I bought it in March. I never told you because you spent a year talking about that water like you’d already lived there. You had the rooms planned. You had names for them.”His voice rose with every sentence.“Am I supposed to believe none of that was real? That I imagined an entire year of it?”“It was real.”He stopped.“I meant every word,” I said. “The house, the water, all of it. I’m not going to sit here and pretend I invented a future with you to be polite. I wanted it.”“Then—”“Do you remember the night I didn’t come to bed?”He hesitated. “Which night?”“That answers the question.”“Meredith.”“The bathroom floor,” I said. “March.”His face changed slightly.“The tiles were so cold my legs went numb, but I stayed there because every time I rea
MeredithHe waited for me to answer like he had laid something valuable between us and expected me to understand what it had cost him.While he spoke, his body had turned toward mine. His hand moved across the table before he caught himself and pressed it flat against the wood. He thought the confession was the hardest thing he owned. He thought giving it to me would make me soften.But he still had not heard himself.He thought admitting he had underestimated me was the same as being sorry. What he had actually admitted was that he heard my warning, weighed it against five years of forgiveness, and decided my love would hold.The longer I sat with it, the uglier it became.“Do you hear yourself?” I asked.His brow tightened. “I hear myself fine.”“Then say it again.”“I knew you would be hurt.” He opened one hand between us. “I knew you would be furious. But we had five years, Meredith. You do not throw five years away because of one terrible day. I believed we would get through it.
MeredithHe was on his feet before I finished the sentence, but there was nowhere to walk to in a room with one door and a royal officer sitting beside it, so he stood behind his own chair with both hands on the back of it."Five years should have proven something," he said. "That's my whole point. Five years of you and me should have been stronger than one phone call from your sister. Stronger than one afternoon. Stronger than whatever you were feeling standing in that hall.""Should have been stronger in which direction?""What?""You're telling me those five years proved I should forgive you." I turned my hands over on the table. "So explain why the same five years didn't prove that you should stay when I finally asked you to choose me. We both had them, Alarick. Only one of us seems to have got anything out of them."“I wasn’t gambling with a woman’s life to prove a point in front of a crowd.”“You’re still answering the wrong question.”“Then what exactly are you asking?”"You be
MeredithHe closed the empty case and set it square on the table in front of him, and then he waited.I knew what he was waiting for. He wanted me to ask what it had cost him to carry that page three hours across coalition roads and place it in another man’s hands—and beneath that, what the sacrifice meant for us.The officer at the near end of the table didn't move. The recorder's light stayed red beside his elbow. Alarick's eyes went to him once and came back, but he didn't say a word about it, because a witness in the room had been my condition and he'd signed it in writing that morning.So I let the quiet sit and I didn't fill it."You saw what I just gave up," he said finally. "I could have burned that page in my own yard. There isn't a wolf alive who'd have known there was ever a page to burn.""I know."He waited for the rest of it, and the rest of it didn't come. His thumb moved once along the edge of the case."Meredith—""What did you think would happen," I said, "When you c
MeredithAlarick's phone rang before the priest could finish binding us.Buzz. Buzz.I knew that ringtone, and so did everyone else in the hall as it meant one person and one person alone.Clover.My hand tightened around the bouquet, white roses crushing beneath my grip until the ribbon bit into m
Meredith Kieran Croft. The name wouldn’t stop repeating in my head. Stories came with it, the kind whispered across territories when people thought no one important was listening. The Rogue Alpha. The leader of Silverthorn who’d been accused of betraying the coalition. The man other packs avoi
MeredithSix days had passed since I agreed to the arrangement, and I still didn't know the Alpha's name.I'd spent those days imagining every possible kind of man my father could have hidden from me. Old and desperate for an heir. Cruel and looking for someone he could control. Politically dangero
MeredithThe Benic estate looked exactly the way I remembered it. Grand iron gates, sprawling gardens that someone else maintained, and the main house rising three stories high with windows that caught the late afternoon sun. I'd grown up here, spent eighteen years learning how to be the perfect da







