Se connecterTorinEven without seeing his face, I knew it was him. The sheer weight of his presence was enough to make the air in the room feel even thinner. He didn't come in; He just stood there, taking up all the space in the doorway, making the air in the cell feel like it was running outI froze. My breath hitched in my chest, and for a heartbeat, I forgot how to exhale.This is wrong, I thought. This has to be a mistake. I was a high-ranking Lord of Valdris. I was a diplomat. I was protected by laws that had existed for centuries. How were they going to explain this? If I died here, King Aldric wouldn't just sit by. Even with the treaty, murdering a delegate in cold blood was an act of war. They couldn't be that stupid. They couldn't just throw away everything for a what was likely a lie from Irina.“How… how will you explain this?” I tried to shout, but it came out as a pathetic, high-pitched whine. “The King… he’ll burn this place to the ground!”Fenris didn't move. He didn't even acknowl
Torin“You’re more pussy than a wolf, aren't you?”Yvara’s voice was flat. Bored, almost. She wasn't even looking at me when she said it. She was leaning against the damp stone wall of the cell, picking at a callus on her palm with a small, jagged piece of flint.I tried to answer. I really did. I opened my mouth, but all that came out was a pathetic, wet wheeze. My throat felt like I’d swallowed a handful of hot gravel and then spent the last three hours trying to cough it up. I’d been screaming since they dragged me down the stairs. Not even words, just raw, mindless noise until the sound died in my chest and left me with this cracked, useless pipe for a neck.I didn’t know what to do. If I stayed quiet, she might get bored and leave. Or she might get bored and decide to start the carving early. If I spoke, I might say the wrong thing and speed the whole process up. My knees were shaking so hard they were drumming a rhythm against the stone floor.The dungeon was a shithole. That wa
SeraEveryone was quiet. Thorne had said what was on everyone's mind, but no one had dared to voice it out until now. Vane and the other old traditional elders knew Fenris wasn't supposed to be Alpha—he was a warlord given a throne he didn't want. And to them, it looked like he was slowly handing it over to a Southern Princess.They had never accepted this union. But the moment Kael had dropped his signature earlier before them, the others had followed because they thought the resistance had collapsed from within. Now, they were wondering if Fenris was allowing the South to take over the North through my influence.Vane dipped the quill."She isn't blackmailing me, Thorne," Vane said, his voice heavy with a new kind of realization. He didn't sound happy. He sounded resigned. "She doesn't need to. Look at her. She’s already one of us. She’s got the blood on her hands, and she isn't even trying to wash it off".Vane scratched his name across the parchment. He shoved the quill toward Tho
SeraFenris slid the heavy parchment across the cracked wood toward Vane. "Sign it. The pack is united. The Blood Vows are done".Vane picked up the quill, but he didn't dip it. He looked around the table at Thorne and then back at Bram."The pack is united," Vane repeated, his tone dripping with a new, dangerous kind of realization. "Because Kael here suddenly decided he loves the South? Because we heard he already signed away the Eastern ridge rights without a single word of protest?".He looked at Bram again. "Tell me, Kael. What did she do to you? Did she find your favorite bread to shove down your throat? You look hollowed out".Bram didn't flinch, but I felt the tension in the room spike. He looked at me, then at Vane. "I signed because I'm not a fool, Vane. The Alpha has his mate. The treaty is sealed. Pushing against it now is just asking for a grave"."It's an abomination," Thorne spoke up. He stood up so fast his chair screeched against the stone. He pointed a shaking finger
SeraCouncil ChambersThe stone corridor felt like a vacuum. I had just walked out on Mina, and the silence she left behind was loud. I could still feel the phantom weight of her hands in my hair, the way she’d tightened the last braid of the "crown" she’d built for me. She didn’t even look at me when I left. She hadn't said a word. The vacuum wasn't just in the air; it was in my chest. To save Fenris, to keep this mountain from collapsing into a pile of blood. I’d successfully butchered the only thing that made me feel like a person instead of a convenient piece.I took a breath, and immediately cought Fenris’s scent. Amidst the scent of the other wolves, I could his own distinct scent.It smelled like raw iron and that spicy, dark musk that always made my pussy pulse. It was my only armor. I reached up, my fingers grazing the fresh, stinging mark on my neck. Fenris had marked me, sealing our bond. I wasn't just Sera anymore. I was the Volkov Luna.The heavy oak doors of the Alpha’s
ElaraI stepped out of the restroom, the steam from the scalding water still clinging to my skin like a thin, damp shroud. Delegate Vance was still slumped in the center of the massive wooden bed, facedown in the dark furs. He looked almost deadlike, his limbs splayed out at awkward, useless angles. His back was a map of fresh red scratches from where I’d anchored myself, and his skin was covered in a sheen of cold sweat that caught the flickering orange light from the hearth.I scoffed. He was a high-ranking delegate of the Mistwood Pack, and yet he’d folded like a cheap southern fan the second I really put my waist into it. He had a massive dick, sure, but he had the stamina of a yearling pup and zero idea how to move his weight. For a creature that was supposed to be physically superior to a human in every way, he was pathetic. None of them could outmuscle my sex. None of them could handle the way I took what I wanted.I was done with him. I was done with this room. But I needed t
SeraI stood there in the center of the room. A full minute passed in complete silence. My mother slowly pulled herself up from the floor. She sat on the very edge of the bed. She looked exhausted, pathetic, and deeply ashamed."Sera," Irina started. Her voice was weak. "I am sorry. I didn't know w
SeraThe ground underneath me was solid, but I wasn't cold. I woke up to the steady, heavy thud of a heartbeat directly against my cheek.I kept my eyes closed for a long moment. I inhaled slowly. The air around us was thick with the humid heat of the hot springs, but right against my nose, the sce
FenrisThe embers in the hearth were bleeding out, turning from angry orange to a dull, dying red.The den was freezing again, but the cold didn't register. I just sat in the heavy oak chair in the corner of the room, perfectly still, watching the dark bear pelt rise and fall over her chest.Sera’s
Sera“What just happened?”"Forced healing takes fuel," Yvara explained. She paced in front of me. "It pulls energy directly from your reserves. It burns calories at a massive rate. In a battle of attrition, this will keep you alive, but it will also kill you if you aren't careful. You just got the







