LOGINOn the night she’s crowned Luna, Aria Wynter is betrayed—her Alpha disappears into the arms of his past, leaving her broken and bound by a hollow mark. Betrayed and abandoned, she finds solace in the arms of the Alpha’s Beta, Riven. Torn between duty, desire, and a dangerous secret that could shatter everything, Aria must decide to either protect her heart or surrender to the one man she was never meant to love.
View MoreAria’s POVMorning light filtered through the grimy windows, turning the dust motes into dancing stars.I woke to the sound of Olive knocking frantically on my door.“Luna! Luna, are you alright?”I sat up quickly, disoriented. The wardrobe I’d shoved against the door last night loomed like a silent guardian.“I’m fine, Olive. Give me a moment.”With Sapphire lending me strength, I pushed the heavy wardrobe aside enough to open the door.Olive rushed in, eyes wide with worry.“Luna, I tried to bring you breakfast an hour ago but the door wouldn’t budge. I thought…” She stopped, taking in the moved furniture. “What happened?”I closed the door behind her.“Precaution. That’s all.”She didn’t look convinced but didn’t push.“Well, you have a visitor. Elder Cassius is downstairs. He says he’s here to discuss your Luna training.”My pulse quickened.“How long has he been waiting?”“Only a few minutes. I told him you were still dressing.”I moved to the basin and splashed water on my face,
Aria’s POVNight fell over the Cold Palace like a heavy curtain.I stood at my bedchamber window, watching the last rays of sunlight disappear beyond the tree line. The temperature had dropped sharply, and despite the fire crackling in the hearth, cold seeped through the old stone walls.Olive had left an hour ago to check on the kitchen staff and make sure the lower floors were secure for the night. Marta’s cleaning crew had departed at sunset, promising to return in the morning to continue restoration work.Now, the palace was silent.The kind of silence that made every creak of old wood sound like footsteps, every whisper of wind through cracked windowpanes sound like voices.I moved away from the window and sat at the writing desk, pulling one of the old books from the shelf. It was a history of the Blood Fang Pack, written decades ago in fading ink.I needed to learn everything I could about this place, about the pack, about the laws that governed us.Knowledge was power. And rig
Aria’s POVBy late afternoon, the Cold Palace had started to feel less like a prison and more like… possibility.Marta and her cleaning crew had worked miracles in just a few hours. The entrance hall gleamed, the worst of the dust and debris cleared away. The grand staircase no longer creaked quite so ominously. Several of the first-floor rooms had been opened and aired out, their furniture uncovered and arranged.It would take weeks, maybe months, to restore the place fully. But for now, it was livable.And more importantly, it was mine.I stood in my new bedchamber, looking out the tall windows at the overgrown gardens below. The room was enormous, easily twice the size of the cramped servants’ quarters I’d been relegated to in the main house.The four-poster bed was freshly made with crisp white linens. A fire crackled in the marble fireplace, chasing away the chill. The writing desk in the corner was dust-free, waiting.For the first time in weeks, I could breathe.“Luna?” Olive’s
Kade’s POVI stood in the living room, watching through the tall windows as the carriage rolled away down the long drive, disappearing into the tree line.Good riddance.Aria was finally tucked away in the Cold Palace, out of sight, out of mind. As good as gone.It wasn’t the clean break I’d wanted, those unsigned divorce papers still mocked me from my desk but the elders had handed me the next best thing.She was exiled.Banished to a forgotten corner of the estate where no one would see her, no one would remember her, and most importantly, no one would question why Claire was openly acting as Luna.The stubborn bitch had refused to sign. Had the audacity to bring the elders into it, trying to back me into a corner. But I’d won anyway. Because she was gone now, locked away where she belonged.The sound of heels clicking on marble pulled me from my thoughts.I turned to see Claire entering through the main doors, her blue dress catching the afternoon light, pearl earrings glinting. Sh












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