เข้าสู่ระบบClara's POVI looked at the shock on Ethan's face. He probably never expected that I would suddenly act like this. After all, I'd been following him around nonstop since I woke up, always worrying about him, always asking for affection, always giving in to everything."You're not scared I'll stop talking to you forever?" he asked, lifting his chin and testing me.I looked at him. If this was really what he wanted… maybe I should respect it. Maybe living with Frost would actually make him happier."If that's your choice," I said calmly, "then I'll accept it."But the moment the words left my mouth, he panicked.
Caleb's POVI snapped the file shut and glared at Frost across from me.Thirteen of our warriors were killed by rogues. Thirteen. The biggest loss Silvercrest has ever taken. That night raid should never have happened. The scouts reported at least two rogue ambush teams, but Frost insisted it was just a bluff and ordered a forced advance anyway. Did she not use her brain at all before making that call?"Don't be mad, baby," she said casually, staring at her nails she'd just had done. "People die in war. I'll try to make it fewer next time, okay?"She was sitting in the chair across my desk, then slowly stretched her leg out and brushed it along my calf. "This time, I'll make it up to you… with my body. Deal?" She winked naughtily.I used to enjoy her playful, sexy side. But right now all I felt was chaos in my chest. Those were real people. Our people. How could she talk about them like that?"Frost." I stood up, stepped away from her leg, and tossed the file back onto the desk. "Go
Clara’s POVWhen Caleb walked in, I was staring at my phone. Ever since I sent that email asking for the address, Xavier’s beta hadn’t replied. Had he changed his mind? Or was he trying to shut me down with silence? I honestly couldn’t tell.Maybe this was just his polite way of saying don’t get any closer.Suddenly, I heard the door slam open. The sound was heavy, deliberate. The next second, an opened delivery box was tossed right in front of me. I instinctively locked my phone screen, flung it aside, and straightened my back.“What is this?” Caleb demanded, his voice sharp.I blinked. “A handkerchief,” I said.“I know it’s a handkerchief.” His tone turned impatient. “I’m asking if you bought it for me as a gift?”“N-no…” My heart skipped a beat. I’d been too focused on avoiding him—on the Frost scent clinging all over him—and forgot to bring the box upstairs.I picked it up from the floor and set it on my lap. “It’s for myself,” I said calmly.He clearly froze for a second, then f
Caleb’s POVI pushed the door open and walked inside, but my mind was still stuck at last night’s banquet.Clara standing there. Too close to Xavier.I told myself it was nothing. No big deal. But the image kept replaying in my head no matter how hard I tried to shake it off. My mother wanted her to take part in a ritual for Silvercrest’s sake. She might get hurt, but it was just a ritual. That was all.But Alpha King Xavier stepped in. He protected her. Protected my Luna.He used his alpha aura to question me, as if he had responsibility for my wife’s safety. As if he had authority and the right in my territory.Then he got injured, and instead of letting others handle it, he ordered everyone to leave, keeping Clara behind to bandage him alone. And the way he leaned slightly toward her, nspeaking into her ear, as if there was some private space between them that I wasn’t allowed into. I hated that part the most.I didn’t even know why it bothered me this much. She wasn’t as beautiful
Clara’s POVI looked down at Frost, my gaze cold and sharp.She was a little shorter than me, but her features were softer, rounder and cute, in a harmless way. In some sense, she was right.She was weaker. She looked less capable. And yet she had learned how to use that perfectly, turning herself into someone that everyone wanted to protect. Including my mate.“But Frost,” I said softly, my voice steady, “you’re talking about weak men.”Her smile stiffened. “Weak men are afraid of strong women. They’re insecure and arrogant at the same time. They want powerful women, yet they’re terrified we might outshine them.”Her smile finally vanished. I looked through her. “I don’t understand,” I continued calmly. “You took a weak man from me. What, exactly, is there to be proud of?”Anger flashed through her eyes. Her wolf hissed beneath her skin. But I didn’t stop.“If you like Caleb, take him. You’re well matched. But if you dare disrespect me again, I’ll show Caleb who you really are. Don’t
Clara’s POVBefore I got to the center of the hall, I could hear Caleb’s deep, serious voice clearly. “Ethan, I’m asking you again. Were the things you just said true?”I held my breath, waiting for my son to answer.“They… they’re true,” Ethan’s small, timid voice trembled with uncertainty. “She took the necklace Frost left in the bathroom when she went with me… and told me not to tell anyone…”I stood there, listening to my own son frame me. Every word cut through me like a knife, leaving my chest raw, bleeding.Frost, hearing Ethan, immediately lowered her head and forced a concerned expression, grabbing Caleb’s arm.“Don’t be angry, Caleb. If Luna wants it, I can give her the necklace. I was only worried she’d influence Ethan and Emilia…”“Influence my puppies? I wonder who really influences them,” I said as I stepped into the room.Ethan lowered his head almost instantly, avoiding my gaze. But I knew it wasn’t remorse—it was guilt and fear.“Look who’s here.” Natasha said sharply,







