LOGINThen I whispered, “She woke because of truth.”Nicholas’s POVTruth.The word cut deeper than any blade.Watching Esther’s wolf awaken, seeing that glow ripple through her, was like watching dawn break inside my own ribs. Norman howled in joy, circling like a storm.Mate. Whole again.I wanted to re
Esther’s POVThe moon hung low over the palace courtyard, pale and thin as if it too had been hollowed out by truth.I hadn’t slept in days. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Carl’s face in that hospital bed, the IV line glowing red with Nicholas’s blood, a thread connecting them that could never b
I couldn’t stay. Not then. Not with the room spinning around the truth.I turned on my heel and left.Outside, the evening had turned cold. The palace gardens stretched wide and silent, shadows long across the stone. I made it halfway to the fountain before the first surge of fury hit, hot and wild
Nicholas’s POVIt was supposed to be an ordinary morning.A quiet one, even the kind where the palace felt less like a fortress and more like a home. The smell of breakfast bread drifting through the halls, the faint laughter of children somewhere near the east courtyard.Then came the scream.High.
I turned the page without a word.Inside, the fragile hope I’d been nurturing began to splinter.Nicholas found me near noon.He stormed in, half out of his formal jacket, eyes dark and wild. “Who leaked this?”“You’re asking me?” I said.“I’m asking everyone.” His voice was a snarl. “They’re saying
Esther’s POVThe palace had never been this bright.Golden banners fluttered across the courtyard, musicians tuned lutes and violins, and trays of sugared fruit glimmered beneath the sunlight. All of it, the music, the laughter, the illusion, was for Sofia.My daughter. My little girl who had someho
Nicholas’s POVThe scent was wrong.I realized it the instant I stepped into the healer’s wing. It was too clean, too still. For three months her presence had clung to these hallways like soft musk under antiseptic, a whisper of wild honey and old books. Now it was gone, stripped out of the air like
I opened my mouth to deny it but the words stuck.Sofia wriggled.“We heard you talking last night,” she whispered. “You said we have to go home.”My stomach dropped. “You… what?”She ducked her head. “We were at the door. We didn’t mean to listen. But…” Her voice went small. “Are you leaving?”Carl
Esther’s POVThree months sounds like a lifetime when you’re bargaining with an Alpha King. Living it was something else entirely.I marked the days in the back of my journal with a simple black slash, each one a tally toward freedom or failure. Now the last square on the page had a circle around it
Nicholas’s POVThe smell of blood hit me first.Not a lot, just enough to prickle the edges of my wolf sense. Down in the dungeon the air always smelled damp and metallic, but this was fresher, sharper. My claws flexed against the arms of my chair before I realized I’d stood up.“Alpha?” Dan’s voice







