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Aiden’s scent grows stronger as I walk towards Princess Layla’s room, my head bowed and face glued to the floor. I never dare raise it or the Alpha would get angry.
I smell my mate again, his scent so close that it is almost as if he is right inside Layla's room. I fumble with my fingers as I think about it. It's quite unusual of him to come looking for me. Usually, I'm the one trying to get his attention whenever I see him at the warriors’ training everyday.
“What could have brought him here?” I quiz myself as I move closer to the room, his scent and hers drawing me into muffled grunts and moans.
“Layla, can I come in?"
No answer.
I hold my breath, my heart hammering against my ribs as I press my ear closer to the door, the groans and moans growing louder.
“Maybe I’m just being paranoid” I try convincing myself. . “Maybe she’s watching a movie, or just moving things around, maybe…”
“Oh baby, harder!” My ears snap up as Layla’s eerie voice cuts through the rambling in my head.
“This better not be what I'm thinking,” I mutter.
Swallowing hard, I twist the handle, pushing the door open. And there they are, my mate and the woman who has made my life nothing but a living hell, on top of each other.
The basket of roses I carry drops to the floor with a thud as the thick and suffocating scent of their sweat hits me. My stomach twists violently, as I try to make sense of the sight before me.
“Aiden”, I call out dryly.
His head snaps towards me, his blue eyes widening in shock.
“What the hell are you doing?” Layla hisses, yanking the sheets over her body.
My mouth hangs open as I watch my mate stare at me blankly, his face holding no shame or remorse whatsoever.
“You don't know how to knock? she screeches, her echoing in my ears. “And where the hell are the roses I sent you to fetch?”
“Roses?” I stare emptily. The word pounds hard at my chest as I try to remember how I walked into this unfortunate situation in the first place. It’s as if my brain has gone numb.
This morning, I woke up from the little sleep I was able to get after mopping the house floors all night to meet Layla’s guard at my door. She never speaks to me in the morning. She says I'd infect her day with my bad luck. It isn't enough that I am the only werewolf in the pack who can't shift, I’m also the harbinger of evil.
“The Alpha’s daughter would like fresh wild roses. Make yourself useful and go get them now,” the guard barked at me.
I bolt into the woods immediately trying to get the flowers as fast as I can. If I don't get them to her in time, I'll have to suffer another beating from the Alpha for not taking care of his daughter enough. And after all that trouble, all I come back to meet is my mate in bed with her?
“Aiden what is this?” I ask, and he furrows his eyebrows, his piercing eyes snapping me back to reality.
“What does it look like?” he answers, his flat lips morphing into a dark smirk.
Layla rolls her eyes as she holds the sheets to her body and kisses his neck again, I have never been more disgusted. Hot tears threaten to burst out as I struggle to find the right words.
“But you're my mate, Aiden. How could you do this to me?”
“Me, your mate?” He scoffs, “Why would I ever want to be with a worthless piece of trash like you? You're the most wretched wolf in the pack, I must have offended the moon goddess for to make you my mate”
“What?” His words cut through me like razor on cotton.
“Yes” Layla spits, her words dripping with hate and malice. “You're nothing but an ugly skunk. I don't know why my father insists on keeping you around me, you useless thing”.
She turns to Aiden, “why would you even fuck something like that?”
“Fuck?” he says, his face screwing up in disgust. “Oh no baby, I didn't even do as much as kiss her when the stupid mate bond almost pushed me to.” A snug smile appears on his lips as he kisses her. “I have eyes for you baby, only you.”
“You know what,” she says with a sinister grin. “I have an idea”
“What's that love, talk to me”, he answers, kissing her again.
“Reject her!”
His hands drop from her waist and I clench my teeth. Even he was shocked at her callous request.
“Reject her now or we're done!”
A flicker of guilt crosses his face as he looks between me and Layla me, his eyes blinking repeatedly.
“Do you want to lose all of this?” she gestures at her body dropping the sheets, her rounded breasts coming into full view. “I'm the Alpha’s daughter, remember? Are you sure you want to lose this” she says, biting her bottom lip and twisting her nipples.
Within a split second, his gaze switches back to me, greed and lust flooding it. He looks at me and clears his throat.
“As from today, I, Aiden of the Blueridge pack, reject you Leah as my mate”.
My heart drops as a loud gasp escapes my lips, my knees weakening as I hear his voice. I clutch my chest as the weight of his words sinks in.
“Good boy” Layla claps and squeals, pulling him in for a kiss.
“But Layla you're already betrothed to an Alpha, and he will be here anytime soon. Why are you taking the only thing that's mine?”
Her smile turns into a scowl as she looks back at me.
“Oh please, I'm not marrying some old, ugly, alpha from some weirdass pack. And besides… I'm already pregnant”.
“What?” I gasp. Even Aiden looks stunned. His eyes shoot to her, wide and frantic. “You're what?”
“Yes baby”, she says, turning to him.“The Alpha’s only daughter is carrying your baby.”
A dark smile spread across his lips, making me want to puke. The smile I longed to see just minutes ago now makes me sick.
“But he's the Alpha of the Bloodmoon pack, everyone fears him”. I say, the tears rushing down as I lose my grip on them.
“Not me”, she fires back. “He can go to hell for all I care! And so can you! Now stop asking me stupid questions and get the fuck out of my room.” She turns back to Aiden, smiling wryly. “I’ve got some unfinished business”.
My stomach churns as I turn to leave, my heart pounding with aching pain. My fingers burn as I grab the doorknob.
“Leah,” I hear Aiden's voice and look back, “pick up your flowers, we won't be needing them”.
My knees drop slowly as I gather the scattered roses into the basket, then storm out of the room, Layla’s scornful laugh echoing as I run down the hallway.
LUCIANThe shout from the warriors turns out to be nothing dangerous, just more incoming envoys arriving earlier than expected, but it snaps the moment in half. Leah squeezes my hand once before we split up to handle things, and the night turns into a blur of organizing, answering questions, and guiding the visiting guards to their quarters.By morning, Bloodmoon territory looks like a small city. Flags flutter from every direction. Fae magic drifts like tiny sparks between the trees. Elven lanterns hang from branches that normally look too plain. Dragon warriors stand in the open yard, checking weapons half the pack pretends not to stare at.The summit is hours away. The wedding… somehow even closer. Everyone keeps whispering about it. Not with fear. With excitement. Relief. Like the whole world finally has something good to hold onto.I stand on the packhouse balcony, watching everything grow louder and brighter around us. Leah is below, helping elves settle their tents. She tucks h
LEAHElara’s silhouette gets smaller and smaller as she walks past the last border stone. She wipes her face with the back of her hand, keeps moving, and doesn’t turn around once. The whole pack watches in a heavy silence that feels like a held breath.When she finally disappears into the trees, Lucian’s fingers link with mine and I keep my chin up even though my chest aches with a weird mix of relief and sadness. Losing someone still hurts, even when the decision is right.A wind blows through the clearing, carrying the smell of pine and morning frost. Then one warrior bows. Another follows. Then more. Lucian leans close and murmurs, “We’re okay.”I squeeze his hand once. “Yeah. We are.”But the day isn’t giving us time to breathe.By noon, every alarm bell in the packhouse rings. High-ranking visitors are coming in, multiple sets of them. I barely change my shirt before the sky fills with movement.First come the fae envoys, stepping out of shimmering portals like they’re walking t
LUCIANI walk until the noise in my head stops drowning out everything else.The forest is silent at this hour, no warriors training, or pack members whispering behind walls. No one expecting me to lead or choose or punish. Just trees, wet ground, and my own breathing. I lean against the side of an old pine and drag my hands through my hair, trying to steady the mess inside me.I keep replaying it, Elara, the shock in Leah’s face, the anger in mine. And that stupid kiss. The one I didn’t ask for. The one Leah had walked in on two years ago.I slam my fist into the trunk behind me. The bark cracks and falls.I kicked Elara out since then. She should never have been able to step foot on Bloodmoon land again. So how the hell did she get back in? How long was she helping Zevara? How much damage did she do while pretending to be loyal?How much of this is my fault?“Breaking trees won’t fix your brain, you know.”I exhale through my teeth. “Theron.”He steps out from behind another tree, l
LEAHI don’t even think before I run. The second Lucian sends that call through the pack link, my heart jumps so hard it knocks the air straight out of my chest. His anger slams into me like a wave, sharp and loud and way too familiar. It’s the kind of anger that ends things. The kind that doesn’t let anyone breathe until it’s done.I sprint down the hall, almost skidding when I turn the corner. I don’t even need to ask what’s happening, I can feel it burning through our bond. Lucian’s fury is climbing, choking him. Or maybe he’s letting it.The guards are already dragging someone out of the southern wing. She’s kicking, crying, mumbling something about being sorry. It’s his ex-mate, Elara. I can tell from the last time I saw them kissing. Well, that she kissed him and I didn’t wait I to see him push her away.I stop at the doorway and see Lucian standing there, chest moving too fast, jaw locked so hard it looks painful. His eyes are darker than usual and he’s not even trying to hide
LUCIANThe celebration is like a storm. We barely get past the gates before they grab us. Wolves pound their chests. Kids run around our legs. Old warriors who haven’t smiled in years laugh like they’re drunk. Everybody wants to see the babies, to touch them, to breathe them in like luck.They keep chanting Leah’s name. Mine too, but she’s the one they look at like she pulled the moon out of the sky. And honestly, I get it. She’s holding our children, she saved them. We end up at the center of the courtyard, huge bonfires lit, tables stacked with food. Plates of meat, barrels of sweet wine, bread torn apart by hands that haven’t stopped shaking. Everyone here is riding the high of us not coming back in pieces.I’m smiling when they expect me to. Nodding, hugging, letting people slap my shoulders hard enough to bruise. But there’s something stuck in my head, and it won’t let go. Caelum’s face. It wasn’t fear, or anger. It was… recognition. Like he was seeing some part of me I didn’t k
LEAHCaelum is still choking in Theron’s jaws when I press my palm against Zevara’s chest. She claws at me, nails raking my arms, screaming my name like it’s a threat, not a plea. But I don’t stop. Not this time. I don’t pull power from her. I pull it out of her.Her illusion magic rushes into my hand like hot air being sucked through a tiny hole. It burns, making my arm shake. My fingers go numb. But I keep going, because I can still hear my son crying behind me, and I refuse to let her breathe in a world where he suffers.Zevara screams, a raw, eerie sound. Her eyes go wide, and I see fear, real fear. “No… no… stop…” she begs.I don’t.Light tears out of her chest in a streak and gathers in my palm. It looks like smoke and shattered glass. The moment the last drop leaves her body, she drops like someone cut her strings. Caelum hits the ground too. Theron releases him, panting heavily, blood on his teeth, eyes blazing. But Caelum doesn’t move. He doesn’t even look alive. Without Zev







