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Author: Favour

publish date: 2026-08-31 05:11:52

GODRIC

“We need to talk.”

The deep voice cut through the whistling mountain wind. Morgana stood on the wide stone balcony of her guest quarters, leaning over the carved railing. She held a goblet of dark wine, her silver hair whipping wildly around her pale face. Below her, the vast expanse of the West Pack stretched across the valley, bustling with morning activity.

She did not flinch at his sudden arrival. Taking a slow sip, she turned her head just enough to catch him in her peripheral visio

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AUTHOR’S POV.“Pour a fresh glass for the Gamma, and bring another round of roasted boar for this table.”Godric barked the order to a passing servant, clapping a heavy hand onto Alpha Kael’s shoulder. The Lycan King smiled warmly, his deep laughter booming over the loud music.Stepping back into the grand hall, nobody suspected a thing. The massive room buzzed with chaotic, vibrant energy. Politicians argued over trade routes near the roaring fireplaces. Vanguard warriors swapped hunting stories, slamming their heavy wooden mugs against the long oak tables. The ascension ceremony feast continued exactly as planned.Larissa sat on her carved wooden throne, watching him approach.She noticed the subtle changes immediately. Godric walked with a relaxed, predatory swagger, but his formal black tunic carried a fresh, jagged tear right across the abdominal fabric. A faint scent of copper and damp earth clung to his leather boots.“A minor security issue?” Larissa murmured, raising a dark e
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AUTHOR’S POV.“Keep your eyes on the southern delegation.”Godric muttered the command to his Gamma without moving his lips. He stood at the top of the grand staircase, looking down at the massive entrance of the inner keep. The bitter winter wind whipped through the open iron gates, carrying the scent of pine and roasted meat.Larissa stood right beside him, wearing a crown of woven silver. “They look nervous,” she noted quietly.“They should be,” Godric replied, offering a stiff nod to a passing merchant.Visiting Alphas poured into the fortress courtyard. Carriages bearing flags from the Northern Ridges, the Eastern Steppes, and neutral merchant guilds rolled over the cobblestones. Today marked the official ascension ceremony. Before the royal convoy departed for the Capital's Equinox Gala next week, Godric needed his own territory to witness his mate taking the throne.He offered firm handshakes. He accepted formal bows. He played the political game with practiced, cold efficiency
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LARISSA“You softened the iron in his spine, Luna.”Elspeth folded a tiny woolen tunic, her gnarled hands moving with practiced speed. The old maid has a head of thick white hair and a face deeply lined by decades of hard northern winters. Having served the West Pack long before Godric even took the throne, she knew the dark history of the royal wing better than anyone.Sitting on the edge of the mattress, Larissa rocked Theron gently. The baby slept, his soft breathing filling the quiet room.“He did not feel soft when I first arrived,” Larissa replied, keeping her voice low. “He treated me like a prisoner. He locked me in the guest wing and looked at me like I was a disease.”Stopping her work, Elspeth turned to face the young mother. The old woman offered a sad, knowing smile.“Because he did not know what to do with you,” Elspeth explained, resting her hands on the wooden dresser. “I watched the Alpha grow up. His father forged him in endless border wars. The old King taught Godri
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AUTHOR’S POV“His muscle density is the problem.”Draven dropped a thick slab of ballistic gel onto the wooden table. The heavy material landed with a dull, wet smack. Embedded halfway into the clear gel was one of the hollow glass arrowheads from the mechanical crossbow.“What am I looking at?” Ryan asked, crossing his arms over his dark suit. He glared at the mercenary leader, annoyance bleeding into his tone.“You are looking at a failed assassination,” Draven stated bluntly. He tapped a scarred finger against the table. “I spent all night running penetration tests. We are firing from a second-floor balcony. The downward trajectory creates an angle. Godric is not a normal wolf. His chest muscles are thicker than steel plating. If he tenses up right before the bolt hits, the glass will shatter against his outer muscle tissue.”A heavy, frustrating silence filled the underground vault.It was the next day. Rain continued to hammer the roof of the Blood Moon packhouse, but deep in the
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AUTHOR’S POV“If you underestimate him for a single second, you will end up as a headless corpse freezing in the mud.”Ryan’s voice echoed sharply across the cracked stone floor of the abandoned monastery. Rain leaked through the rotted wooden roof, dripping steadily onto the moss-covered pews. The Blood Moon Alpha paced back and forth, his dark cloak swirling around his boots.Standing near the heavy oak doors, Juliet watched him in absolute silence.Just hours ago, she listened to an audio recording of her husband plotting to strip her title and lock her in a dungeon. The betrayal still burned like acid in her veins. Yet, her face remained an unreadable, flawless mask. She played the dutiful, supportive wife perfectly. She needed Ryan to secure the assassins. She needed her father dead. Once Godric fell and Larissa lost her shield, Juliet would deal with Ryan herself.Four mercenaries waited near the crumbling stone altar.These men did not look like the desperate, dirty smugglers f
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AUTHOR’S POV.“I will watch him burn.”Juliet whispered the words into the dark, empty bedroom. Rain lashed against the tall glass windows of the Blood Moon packhouse, mirroring the violent storm raging inside her mind. Lying flat on her back, she stared up at the shadowed canopy of her bed. The thick silk sheets offered no warmth. Sleep refused to come.Her mind spun in endless, toxic circles, always tracing back to the frozen North.She thought about her father. Godric never cared about her. Growing up in the massive stone keep, she learned her place very early on. She was not a cherished princess. She was born to a nameless woman in the western harem, a brief, meaningless distraction for a warlord who valued only military strength. When her mother died of a winter fever, Godric did not attend the funeral. He simply moved Juliet into the royal wing and handed her over to strict tutors. He viewed her as a disposable asset. A chess piece waiting to be traded for a border alliance or a

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