Jade’s heart raced as she and Sofia hastily shoved essentials into their backpacks.
The flickering candlelight cast long shadows across the room as they worked in tense silence.
Sofia, Jade’s best friend and closest confidant, glanced nervously at the clock.
Midnight was only minutes away, and they had to move fast.
Jade’s wedding to the cruel alpha her father had chosen was set to happen at dawn, a fate she couldn’t accept.
“Are you sure about this?” Sofia whispered, her voice trembling.
Jade nodded firmly, her emerald eyes flashing with determination. “It’s now or never.”
They crept through the silent pack house, their every step measured and deliberate. Jade’s heart clenched as they passed the familiar rooms that had been her prison for years.
The weight of what she was leaving behind threatened to crush her resolve, but she pressed on.
Reaching the back door, Sofia paused to check for patrols. “Clear,” she mind linked, and they slipped out into the cool night air.
The forest loomed ahead, a dark labyrinth they had to navigate to reach the pack’s borders.
Freedom was so close she could taste it.
As they approached the border, Jade’s heightened senses prickled with unease.
The air was thick with tension, and the usual stillness of the night felt off.
Suddenly, Sofia stopped, her eyes wide with fear. “Jade,” she hissed, pointing ahead.
Jade’s blood ran cold as she saw the unmistakable figures of pack warriors patrolling the perimeter.
Her father had anticipated her escape. “He doubled security,” Jade whispered, panic creeping into her voice.
The warriors were positioned strategically, their movements methodical and precise. There was no way to sneak past them unnoticed.
“We can’t go back,” Sofia urged, gripping Jade’s arm.
“We have to find another way.” Desperation clawed at Jade as she scanned the area for an alternative route.
But just as they turned to retreat deeper into the woods, a low growl rumbled behind them.
Spinning around, they found themselves face-to-face with Jade’s father, his eyes blazing with fury.
“Did you really think you could run from me, Jade?” he snarled, his voice dripping with menace.
Sofia stepped in front of Jade, her stance protective, but her trembling hands betrayed her fear.
Before Jade could respond, a deafening howl split the night, followed by the sudden appearance of a massive rogue wolf from the shadows.
The warriors scattered, shouting in confusion, as the rogue charged toward Jade and Sofia. Jade froze, her mind racing.
The rogue didn’t attack, though; instead, it positioned itself between them and the warriors, growling menacingly.
The rogue’s piercing golden eyes met Jade’s, and something in her gut told her to trust it. “Run,” Sofia urged again, pulling Jade toward the rogue.
With no other option, they followed the rogue deeper into the forest, leaving the chaos and her father’s wrath behind.
For now, their escape had taken an unexpected turn, and Jade couldn’t shake the feeling that the rogue wasn’t just a random savior—it was part of a much larger plan.
The Royal Estate buzzed with anticipation for the first Combat Trial, set to begin at 2 PM sharp. The courtyard, now converted into a sprawling competition field, had been carefully enchanted for protection, the ground reinforced to absorb impacts, the barriers designed to prevent injury. Every participant had been warned: this was a trial of skill, not war. And yet, Jade’s instincts told her otherwise. She stood in the Crystal Blood suite’s common room, arms crossed, staring at the parchment list detailing the matchups. Her name was third on the roster—just after two sons of Northern mountain packs. Her opponent? Not Zach. Not Lucien. Someone she didn’t recognize. Yet. That didn’t mean she felt safe. “We’ll rotate through three-minute matches,” Lilly said as she paced the room, scanning the tournament rules. “Scoring is based on precision, control, and stamina—not damage.” “Good,” Tala muttered. “Because if someone throws a real punch at Jade, I’ll be in that arena before the be
The second morning at the Royal Pack estate greeted Jade not with sunlight, but with a heavy sky and a sharp breeze that cut across the balcony like a warning. Clouds loomed overhead, and the world below her buzzed with an uncomfortable energy. She gripped the cold marble railing as if it could steady the growing storm inside her. Today marked the official beginning of the trials. She hadn’t slept—not really. Her body had rested, but her mind had raced. Zach’s smug warning echoed in her skull, and Viktor’s unreadable gaze from the night before still lingered like a phantom touch on her skin. Even the echo of Lucien Blackthorn’s subtle presence from dinner remained, strange and quiet in her thoughts. A knock came just past dawn. Lilly opened the door to find a royal steward dressed in the King’s colors—black with silver trim and a crescent stitched over the heart. “You are requested in the North Assembly Courtyard by ten sharp,” he announced. “The trials will be revealed. Your pre
Chapter 16: Let the Games Begin The first official day of the Mating Trials had arrived, cloaked in elegance and simmering tension. preparing for the event that would launch two weeks of political performance, veiled competition, and the looming danger of finding—or being forced into—bond. By 7:50 PM, they were standing outside the ballroom’s towering double doors, cloaked in elegance and wariness. Each of them wore gowns tailored to their style, regal enough to pass as royalty but flexible enough to sprint in, should it come to that. Jade’s dress was a deep midnight blue that hugged her curves, flaring at her waist and lined with silver stitching that shimmered when she moved. The doors opened with a low, echoing groan. The ballroom was nothing short of breathtaking. Golden chandeliers hung from a ceiling etched with constellations. Velvet drapes in royal crimson framed massive windows, and soft orchestral music floated through the air. Long rows of tables curved inward li
Jade let out a slow breath as she and her packmates finally arrived at their assigned suite on the twelfth floor of the grand Royal Pack estate. After everything that had happened outside, stepping into the luxurious space felt like stepping into another world—one far removed from the chaos of unwanted claims, arrogant Alphas, and the King’s intense scrutiny. The suite was massive, with large windows offering a breathtaking view of the surrounding territory. Plush sofas and a grand dining table filled the common area, while several doors led to individual bedrooms. The air carried the faint scent of lavender and cedarwood, a calming contrast to the tension still lingering in Jade’s chest. Before she could process anything else, she was suddenly surrounded. Lilly was the first to grab her by the shoulders, scanning her with worried eyes. “Are you okay? Really okay?” Then Tala came next, looping an arm around Jade’s waist. “Because if not, just say the word, and I’ll go back down
Jade had been prepared to fight. Her heart had been pounding, her wolf coiled and ready for battle. Every instinct in her body told her that she needed to stand her ground, that she couldn’t let herself be taken—not by Zach, not by her father, not by anyone who thought they could control her fate. But before things could spiral into chaos, everything changed. The two wolves she had sensed earlier finally stepped forward, no longer lingering in the shadows. Their presence was immediate, undeniable, and absolute. They didn’t just walk into the confrontation—they owned the space the moment they entered it. Their movements were fluid, their expressions unreadable, but the sheer force of their presence sent an unmistakable message: Enough. The taller of the two, with sharp golden eyes that gleamed with authority, took a step toward the clashing Alphas. His voice was calm, yet it sliced through the tension like a blade. “This is the Royal Pack,” he stated, his words carrying an unspo
King Viktor was immersed in the meticulous work of finalizing the arrangements for the Mate Ball—a centuries-old tradition that served not only as a celebration of unity among the wolf packs but also as a crucible for political alliances and rivalries. In his private study, the walls were adorned with ancestral portraits and intricate carvings that told the story of his long and storied reign. Stacks of parchment and detailed reports lay scattered on his desk, each document a testament to the delicate balance of power he had maintained for decades. The soft glow of candlelight and the faint scent of incense lent the room an air of solemnity and focus, even as Viktor’s mind churned with thoughts of potential disruptions. As he carefully reviewed a report detailing the arrival schedules of various pack delegations, Viktor allowed himself a brief moment of respite, confident that his carefully laid plans would ensure the evening’s proceedings went smoothly. Yet, in the midst of his