Masuk(ELARA’S POV) The courtyard was louder than ever. Voices carried through different houses from early morning, servants hurried between rooms with trays and linens, and warriors stood outside the gates directing arriving packs. Today was supposed to be about Lucian, and it seemed everyone had decided that meant the entire pack grounds needed to be turned upside down. I stood in front of the mirror in my room while a servant adjusted the final fold of my dress, and the deep emerald fabric fell softly around me, catching the light. "You're moving too much," she complained. "I've been standing here for ten minutes." "Exactly." I smiled and she shook her head, returning to fixing the fabric around my waist. A few weeks had passed since Lucian's birth. Long enough for my body to recover, the soreness to fade and for me to return to the Luna Council meetings. And long enough for the entire pack to become completely obsessed with my son. I couldn't blame them, and neit
(RONAN'S POV) Three days after Lucian was born, I still hadn't gotten used to the sound of people calling me a father. It followed me everywhere. "Congratulations, Alpha." "Your son is beautiful." "Trueblood finally has an heir." Every time someone said it, I smiled, thanked them and walked away carrying a truth that belonged only to Elara and me. Lucian wasn't my son. I knew that and she knew that. And yet, every time I heard the word ‘son’, something inside me twisted. Not because I wanted to deceive anyone or because I was ashamed of the truth. But because I wished it were different. I wanted him to be mine—really mine. Not in the way the pack believed. I wanted the truth to be different. I wanted the tiny boy in Elara's arms to have my own blood running through his veins. I wanted to look at him and see pieces of myself—my eyes, my wolf. I wanted to know that when he grew older, I could tell him that he had my stubbornness and laugh about it. I wanted
(ELARA’S POV) By the time the first official Luna Council meeting took place, my child had become impossible to ignore. Now, there was no mistaking how close I was to giving birth. My stomach had grown heavy enough that sitting for long periods had become uncomfortable, and my baby seemed to have developed a particular interest in kicking whenever I was trying to concentrate. I rested a hand beneath my stomach as Maeve continued speaking. “The eastern packs have agreed to the trade proposal.” She pushed a piece of parchment toward me. “That leaves three packs who haven’t responded.” “Which ones?” “Ironridge, Ravencrest, and Thornhaven.” Selene frowned. “Ravencrest’s Luna sent word that their Alpha isn’t convinced the council is necessary.” I sighed. “That again.” Maren smiled. “You’re becoming familiar with that argument.” “I’m beginning to think some Alphas hear the word council and immediately imagine someone trying to take their positions.” Maeve laughed.
(ELARA’S POV) The name Blackfang stayed with me long after the meeting ended and into the next day, but I tried my hardest to push it aside. There were letters to answer, council plans to organize, and more pressing matters within Trueblood that needed my attention. But every time my thoughts wandered, I found myself back in Ironridge. Back beneath the accusing eyes of Darius and the entire pack. Blackfang. I had been accused of betraying Darius with a Blackfang Alpha—Malakai. The photographs had been enough to make him believe I was capable of throwing away our bond for another man. I pressed my fingers against my temple as I could feel a headache coming on. I didn’t want to remember. I had built too much since then to allow Ironridge to keep pulling me backward. A knock sounded on my door. “Come in.” Ronan stepped inside but stopped when he saw me standing by the window. “You’ve been quiet.” “I’ve been thinking.” “About yesterday?” I looked at him. He didn’t need to
(Elara’s POV) By the time the next gathering of Lunas was called, the idea that had once existed only between Maeve, Maren, Selene, and me had become something much larger. Letters had arrived from packs I had never visited, and Lunas I had never met had written asking what the council would actually do, how it would operate, and whether their Alphas would be expected to approve their participation. Some were curious, some were cautious, and a few were openly skeptical. I understood all of them. An organization like this was unfamiliar. Lunas were used to standing beside their Alphas, supporting their decisions, managing the needs of their packs, and quietly solving problems that rarely made it to the council of Alphas. No one had ever asked what might happen if we began solving those problems together. That was what I wanted to find out. I stood at the head of the long table in Trueblood’s meeting hall, one hand resting against the gentle curve of my stomach. My pre
(ELARA’S POV) Ronan was still there. I noticed him the moment my eyes settled on the chair beside the bed. He was sitting with his elbows resting on his knees, his hands loosely clasped together. His head was bowed, but he wasn't asleep. He looked exhausted. The moment he realized I was watching him, he straightened. "You're awake." I nodded slowly. My body still felt heavy, but the weakness from before had faded. I shifted against the pillows, and Ronan immediately reached for the glass of water on the table. "Here." I took it from him and drank slowly. "How long have you been sitting there?" "Long enough." There was something guarded in his voice. I lowered the glass. "What?" He hesitated. "You were talking in your sleep." My fingers tightened around the glass. "What did I say?" Ronan studied me for a moment. "You called out for Darius." The room seemed to grow quieter. I looked away. "I don't remember." "Elara." "I said I don't remember." He didn't push. That w







