Masuk“The Goddess made a mistake making us soulmates.” Those were the words that shattered Elara's world. For twenty five years, Elara lived as an outsider in the Ironridge Pack. Though bonded with Alpha Darius Ironridge, she remained the unwanted Luna, unloved, humiliated and lonely. Still, she loved Darius hopelessly, even when he never truly loved her back. On the fifth anniversary of their bond, her worst nightmare comes true. Accused of treason, branded a whore, and rejected before the entire pack, Elara is exiled and left to die. She is suddenly saved by Ronan Trueblood, the quiet and mysterious Alpha of a struggling pack. Unlike Darius, Ronan offers her kindness, safety, and a chance to begin again. But Elara soon discovers that escaping her past will not be so easy. Not when her bond with Darius never truly broke. Not when she is carrying the child of the very man who destroyed her. As dangerous secrets begin to surface, Elara learns that she may not be unwanted the orphan everyone believed her to be, and the truth about her family could change the fate of every pack in the kingdom. Because long-buried bloodlines always have a way of demanding to be acknowledged. And kingdoms have always gone to war for a crown.
Lihat lebih banyak(ELARA’S POV) I got to the meeting chamber early, mostly because I hadn’t slept. Luke had woken twice in the night, once for water and once from a dream he couldn’t remember. Both times I sat on the edge of his bed longer than I needed to, watching the pale line along his hairline in the lamplight. By morning I had found him a soft grey cap. He thought it was hilarious and said it made him look like an old man. I told him it was a game, and he put it on and marched around with his wooden sword until his tutor came around. It wasn’t a plan. It was only something to do with my hands. The Luna Council chamber was quiet when I walked in. The long table had been polished, the windows were open a crack, and the water jugs had been filled. I took my seat at the head and arranged my papers into neat stacks I didn’t really need. Maeve and Maren arrived together a few minutes later, arguing in low voices about whether the grain shipments from the northern packs were counted tw
(SOREN’S POV) It had been five years since the altar first spoke the name Starvale, and in all that time it had given us nothing new. Varek still ran the ritual every season. Three warriors, three cuts, the same faint silver in the grooves before it died out again. He always came out of the chamber looking older and sorrier than the time before. I stopped going down to watch around the second year. There was no point in watching an old man fail at the same thing. So when a ritualist knocked on my door before dawn to say the altar had lit itself, I nearly told her to go away. I didn’t, because I could feel it too. The pull I had learned to ignore was sitting hard under my ribs, and my wolf was already on his feet. I dressed and went down. ⸻ Varek was waiting beside the altar with his hands tucked into his sleeves. The chamber was cold, and the candles had burned low. “Alpha.” “What happened?” “Nothing was done,” he said quickly. “No blood was spilled. I want you to
(FARINA’S POV) Darius had left before sunrise. A housekeeper told me over breakfast, in the careful voice of someone who expects to be blamed for news she didn’t make. “The Alpha rode out at first light, Luna. Two guards went with him.” “Did he say where?” “No, Luna.” I set my cup down. “Did he take anything with him?” “He was with a folder.” That was all she knew, and from her face she knew it wasn’t enough. I let her go. Darius told me everything he did—border inspections, council letters. I had always relied on that. He was not a man who slipped out before dawn without a word, and he was certainly not a man who carried a folder out of his study unless there was something in it he didn’t want left lying around. He had spent every evening this week behind that study door and I had assumed it was just patrol reports. I turned it over while I finished my tea. Ronan held the Council now, so any business of weight would lead to Trueblood. And Trueblood meant Elara. I did not
(RONAN’S POV) I found Darius in the guest hall, standing at the window with a folder in one hand and his back to the door, like a man waiting for a verdict. He turned when he heard me. I took my time closing the door. “You’ve been waiting a while,” I said. “I know.” I crossed to the table and poured myself a cup of water I didn’t want, mostly to give my hands something to do. Elara had been shaking when I held her hand in that corridor. She would never admit it, and I had been stupid enough to let her go off alone afterwards. All I could do now was keep my temper where it belonged. “You spoke with Elara,” I said. “Briefly.” “I know. I want to say something about that, and I’ll say it once.” I set the cup down. “Whatever is between the two of you, whatever you believe about what happened, you don’t bring it into my pack. Not in the garden, not in a corridor, not anywhere. If she wants to speak to you, she will. If she doesn’t, you leave her alone.” His expression didn






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