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Chapter 49
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Novah’s POV The breath left Ashton’s lungs in a silent rush. Ten years. Ten years of searching, of grieving, of building a fortress of power and pain around the hollow space she’d left. Ten years of imagining this moment, a thousand different ways, filled with joy, relief, anger, sorrow.None of it prepared him for *this*.She was painfully thin, her frame swallowed by a rough-spun tunic and trousers that weren’t hers, too big and stained with mud and something darker. Her face, once vibrant and softly rounded, was gaunt, hollows carving shadows beneath high cheekbones that seemed too sharp. Her skin, always pale like moonlight, was sallow, smudged with dirt, and marred by a fading bruise along her jawline and a raw scrape on her forehead. Her famous dark brown hair, once a cascade of rich waves, was matted, tangled with twigs and leaves, hanging lank and lifeless around her shoulders. She looked… broken. Discarded. Like a precious doll left out in a storm for years.But it was her e
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Ashton's POV The name hung in the air, a detonation in the suffocating silence of the Moon-Star ceremonial hall. "I found Novah." Jason’s words, ragged and desperate, weren’t just sound; they were seismic plates shifting beneath Ashton’s feet, shattering the fragile ice he’d encased his soul in. *Novah.* Not a ghost, not a memory carved in agony, but *found*. Alive.Time didn’t slow. It *stopped*. The opulent hall, the sea of expectant faces in their finest silks and leathers, the heavy scent of moon-blessed incense and pack hierarchy – it all dissolved into meaningless static. The only reality was the raw, frantic hope blazing in Jason’s eyes, the dirt streaked on his face like war paint, the tremor in his frame that spoke of miles run through hostile territory. The carefully constructed facade of the Alpha Heir, the dutiful son, the resigned groom, vaporized. What remained was pure, primal instinct, a wolf scenting its mate against impossible odds.Ashton moved. Not a decision, but
Mated To My Stepbrother Chapter 93
ASHTON'S POV Love.* The word was a physical blow. Ashton’s mask almost cracked. *She doesn’t know the meaning of the word. Not the way Novah did. Not the way I do.* He saw Novah tracing the scar above his eyebrow, her touch a silent question and acceptance. He felt her lips against his, not demanding, but giving. Heard her broken whisper outside his door: *"I love you."* Loveth’s declaration was a political speech, a coronation of her ambition wrapped in pretty lies."...and build a legacy worthy of the Moon-Star name," Loveth continued, her voice swelling with conviction. "Together, we will ensure the pack’s dominance, its prosperity. I vow to be the moon to his sun, the—"A small noise cut through her rehearsed eloquence. A scuffle. A muffled curse from near the grand entrance, beyond the gathered guests. Loveth faltered, her perfect composure slipping for a split second. Her eyes darted towards the disturbance, annoyance flashing across her features.Silence fell, deeper than befo
Mated To My Stepbrother Chapter 92
Ashton's POV The scent of crushed roses and lilies hung thick in the air, a cloying sweetness that felt like poison in Ashton’s lungs. It clung to the heavy velvet drapes, the polished oak pews, the very skin of the assembled pack elite crowding the Pack Hall’s grand ceremonial chamber. Sunlight streamed through the high, stained-glass windows depicting ancient wolf hunts, casting fragmented colours across the floor like scattered jewels. It should have felt majestic. Sacred. To Ashton, it felt like a tomb being sealed.He stood rigidly beside the ornate stone altar, the Alpha Heir’s ceremonial tunic – trimmed, as he’d insisted, with traditional wolf pelt – feeling less like honour and more like a shroud. The heavy silver torque around his neck, symbol of his impending bond to Loveth and her family’s influence, was a cold, constricting weight. Every breath was an effort against the suffocating pressure of expectation, the low thrum of the pack bond vibrating with a collective, unques
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Ashton's POV The preparations became a relentless tide. Invitations, engraved on thick, cold cardstock, were sent to every significant pack on the continent. Ashton’s name sat beside Loveth’s, a brand. Dress fittings were scheduled. Loveth paraded potential outfits in front of him, twirling in elaborate gowns that cost more than a warrior’s annual stipend. He offered monosyllabic approvals. "Fine." "Suitable." "Whatever you prefer."One afternoon, Loveth cornered him in the Pack Hall’s seldom-used library. She held up two fabric samples. "For your ceremonial tunic, Ashton. The traditional wolf pelt trim, or something more refined? Perhaps silver-thread embroidery?"He was standing by the window, looking out at the woods where he and Novah had once sparred playfully, years ago, before everything shattered. Her laughter echoed in his memory, bright and free, a sound utterly alien to his current existence."Ashton?" Loveth’s voice sharpened, impatience cutting through.He didn’t turn. "
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Ashton's POV The next morning, the machinery of the farce ground into motion. It started subtly, like the first insidious tendrils of ivy choking a tree.Loveth arrived at the Pack Hall just after dawn, radiating a predatory energy. She commandeered Ashton’s mother’s rarely used morning room, transforming it into her war room. Swatches of fabric – silks, satins, velvets in whites, ivories, and Loveth’s preferred, icy silver-blues – littered every surface. Sketchbooks lay open, filled with elaborate gown designs that screamed ostentation, not pack tradition. A sleek laptop glowed, displaying venues that looked more suited to human royalty than a werewolf bonding ceremony.Ashton was summoned. He stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame, a silent spectre. The scent of Loveth’s expensive perfume warred with the faint, lingering traces of his mother’s lavender soap, creating a nauseating dissonance."Ah, Ashton, perfect timing!" Loveth chirped, not looking up from a fabric sample
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