LOGINI made a huge mistake. It was supposed to be a simple midnight run, my last night of freedom before my doomed mating to the Alpha's brother Derrick. Until he came. I'm attacked and marked by a rogue wolf. I survived, but just barely, the mark covered by my wedding dress. The wedding was going according to plan, until my attacker bursts into the wedding hall. I thought he was just a rogue wolf. But no. He's the Alpha of Stonefield Pack. And my husband's older brother. Fearless, merciless, cruel. My marriage is nothing but a peace treaty for my family, my people. The bond with Keon is impossible to ignore. And when hidden truths about my blood springs up, it could bring everything this treaty stands for to ash. Keon should let me go. But no mortal can undo what the moon has done.
View MoreWinter’s POV:Night settles over the pack eventually.Dinner ended hours ago, but the warmth of the hall still lingers faintly in my memory. Laughter, clinking plates, the low rumble of conversation. It should have felt normal.But one chair stayed empty.Keon’s.I noticed it immediately. Everyone pretended not to.I tried not to stare at the space where he usually sits, but it felt wrong without him there. Like a missing heartbeat in a body that still tries to function.Now the palace is quiet again. The halls are silent, save for the maids that are still clearing the dinning hall.In Derrick's room, there's this kind of quiet that presses against your ears.Steam still curls through my room from the bath I took moments ago. My hair is damp against my shoulders, the thin fabric of my sleep shirt clinging slightly to my skin. The air feels cooler after the heat of the water, and goosebumps rise along my arms.I sit at the edge of the bed, brushing slowly through my hair.My mind drift
Winter’s POV:The territory feels quieter than usual. Too quiet. It makes my skin crawl a little because it isn’t normal. Everyone’s movements are smaller, whispers shorter. Even the air seems heavier, like it knows something changed and it’s holding its breath.Wally is gone from his post. Stripped. Confined.Because of choices that somehow circle back to me. I don’t like that feeling. I never do. Even if Keon says it’s not my fault, I know better. My presence shifts things. Always has. Always will. even back at home, whenever the other witches were playing with Ari and I joined the mood always died down. Glad to see I still have the same effect even here.I try to step lightly, but it never feels like enough.I step outside for the first time without someone hovering at my shoulder. Late afternoon light spills over the courtyard. It’s warm but soft, almost like it’s trying to forgive everything that happened. My lungs pull in air that’s not thick with medicine or herbs. I feel the te
Keon’s POV: The pack felt different the days after Wally’s confinement. Quieter. Not peaceful. Just steadier. The kind of quiet that comes after something has been cut out. I stood in my office with the new patrol reports spread across the table one last time. I had reviewed every detail again before dawn. Every shift. Every override. Every signature. There were no hidden patterns. No deeper manipulation. Just resentment. Just carelessness. And that was enough. Wally had acted out of frustration. Richard had followed without thinking. A gap had been created, and someone had taken advantage of it. It was weakness inside our own structure. Nothing more. I closed the final archive and set it aside. This matter would not drag any further. Dragging it would only feed doubt. I had made my decisio
Keon’s POV:By the time the sun was fully up, the entire pack knew Wally had been taken as a prisoner.News traveled fast in packs. Especially when it involved betrayal.I stood in the central hall as guards lined the stone walls and members gathered in tense silence. No one dared to speak loudly, but I could hear the quiet whispers underneath it all. They were not just talking about Wally. They were talking about the attack. About Winter. About the alliance. About me.The weight of it pressed heavily against my chest, but I did not let it show.Wally was brought forward in restraints. His head was lifted, but his jaw was tight with anger. He was not afraid enough. Not yet.I stepped down from the raised platform slowly, my boots echoing against the stone floor.“You moved a guard without permission,” I said clearly, letting my voice carry through the hall. “You altered the patrols on the same night Winter was attacked. You acted outside your rank and without filing a report. All thes
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