Mag-log inAria’s pov
The walls of my room closed in like a cage, silent, suffocating witnesses to my unraveling. I hadn’t left my bed in three days and the food tray outside the door remained untouched. I heard the maids whispering about it each morning, their soft footsteps came and went, but no one dared to knock. Not even to see if I was breathing. Well, maybe they hoped I wasn’t. I curled tighter under the sheets, my body drenched in sweat and tears, though I felt nothing but cold. The fake mark throbbed like it pulsed with its own heartbeat, mocking me with every breath I took. If it was real, it would have healed by now, but it wasn’t. That single truth haunted me like a curse. A ghost with teeth that gnawed on my insides. I was the Luna in title only, just like a pretty ribbon tied around a deal I had no say in. The pack had celebrated us, the elders had given their blessing and moon bore witness our union… but none of it meant anything to Kade. Still, every night, the burn of betrayal rippled through my chest, curling into my bones and locking my wolf behind an invisible barrier she couldn’t break. She growled and whimpered, confused and wounded. She didn’t understand why our mate wouldn’t answer us and neither did I. A knock jolted me from my thoughts. My heart skipped, but I didn’t move. I expected the knock to fade into silence, but instead, the door creaked open. I didn’t bother to look, assuming a maid had finally gathered the courage, but then, a familiar voice echoes in the room. “Luna Aria,” Beta Riven said, stepping into the room carefully. He bowed his head, hand briefly pressed to his chest in respect. “Forgive the intrusion. I came because… word has spread you haven’t been eating.” I blinked slowly, barely turning my head. My voice cracked when I tried to speak. “Did Kade send you?” A long silence stretched between us before he finally lowered his eyes. “No, Luna. He did not.” The way his voice dropped, heavy with guilt or maybe restraint, made my throat tighten and I turned my face away. “Then you may leave. I will not eat until I set my eyes on Kade.” Riven didn’t move. The silence stretched again, thicker this time and laden with words he didn’t dare speak. I could feel the weight of his presence, the way he lingered near the doorway as if caught between duty and defiance. “Luna,” he finally said, voice low, “you’ll grow weaker and the pack will worry. As it stands, the omegas are worried.” I flinched at that. Not because of his concern, but because it sounded real. “You all shouldn’t,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around myself. “Because your Alpha doesn’t.” “That’s not true.” I looked at him then. His jaw was tight, the muscles clenched as though holding back something far more dangerous than anger. “If he did,” I said slowly, “he would be here and not you.” Riven’s eyes searched mine. “He… can’t be.” Something inside me splintered. “Can’t?” I echoed. “Or won’t?” He stepped forward then, slowly, as though approaching a wounded animal. “You don’t know what he’s dealing with, Luna.” “I don’t care what he’s dealing with,” I said, my voice shaky, but fierce. “He is my mate. My Alpha. And he left me here alone, without a word, just to be with that thing! And you’re here telling me I don’t know what he’s —” My breath hitched. I couldn’t finish. The strength to keep yelling slipped away like sand between my fingers. Riven moved closer. “Please, Luna… just try. Drink something at least.” He grabbed a bottle of water from the table and poured it into a glass. I tried to lift the cup, but my hand trembled. He stepped in, gently holding it to my lips. I drank it, and it helped. My stomach groaned loudly in protest and my eyes locked onto Rivne’s. A knock came in, almost perfectly timed. “You can come in,” Riven called. A young omega slipped inside, head bowed with a tray in her hands. “Set it down,” he instructed softly. She placed it near the bed and exited without a word. “I’m not hungry,” I whispered, my voice sharper than I intended. “Take it with you when you leave.” “I would not be doing my duty if I ignored your condition, Luna. Even if the Alpha is too busy to see it, I will not. You look… unwell.” I was actually, inside and outside, but I didn’t want his pity.Still, he stayed. “I will help you eat.” My pride wanted to protest, but my body didn’t have the strength . Even lifting the blanket fell impossible. He moved closer, and then when a strange scent of rain soaked earth and pine laced with something grounding and calming hit my nose. “Kade?” I gasped, breath catching. My pulse raced as I gathered all my strength and stood up abruptly, stumbling toward the door. “Kade!” I called as I stood in the empty hallway outside my room. I turned my head quickly, searching the corners, but he wasn’t there. Still, I could smell him. I ran down the stairs, through the living room, past the pantry with my heart thundering in my ears but Kade wasn’t there. So how could I sense him if he was nowhere around, or was I hallucinating again? I dragged myself, following the scent as it lead me past my room and towards the guest room. My vision blurred, limbs failed and my wolf surged in confusion and longing. But the more I walked towards the door, the fainter the scent became. Just as I reached the door, my eyes closed against my will and everything went dark, sending me into total darkness. *** I woke up in an unfamiliar room, the harsh white light forcing my eyes shut again. My wrist ached and I followed the discomfort which lead to a needle taped to my skin, connected to an IV bag hanging nearby. How did I get here? I asked myself looking around. Then the scent returned, subtle at first, then stronger and closer. Rain. Earth. Mate. Just then the door opened and I expected Kade, but it was Beta Riven. He stepped in tall, composed, and yet… his nostrils flared like he too was following the same scent trail. “Mate?” he said, voice low and shaken. My wolf stirred. “What?” I breathed, throat dry. “Is this some kind of joke?”Aria's POV Riven pushed the door open and stood aside. Marta came in the way she always did, like the room had been expecting her, her basket over one arm and a bowl of steaming water balanced in her other hand. She took one look at Olive and set everything down on the table without a word. “I’ll leave you ladies to it,” Riven said quietly. He caught my eye briefly before he pulled the door closed. Something passed between us. Not words, just the particular look of someone putting everything they wanted to say in a place they’d come back to later. The latch clicked. Marta was already moving. “Chair closer to the light,” she said to me. I shifted it without being asked. She pulled a second stool up behind Olive and sat, dipping a clean cloth into the steaming water, wringing it out with practiced hands. “I need to take what’s left of this off,” she said to Olive. Matter of fact. No softness in it but no harshness either. Olive nodded once. Marta peeled the torn fabric away f
“He’ll do it again,” Olive said finally.“I know.”“Next time he comes. If he finds anything else to correct. He’ll do it again and it’ll be worse because now he knows you’ll come out to stop it which means he can use me to get to you whenever he wants.”She wasn’t being dramatic. She was being precise. That was the thing about Olive — she never catastrophized, she just saw clearly and said what she saw.“Yes,” I said.“So what are we going to do about it.”Not a question. A statement with a question’s shape.I opened my mouth.The door opened and Riven leaned in. He looked at Marta’s empty place and then at us and read the room in about two seconds.“Am I interrupting?”“No,” Olive said. “Come in. We’re problem solving.”He came in and pulled a chair up and sat with his forearms on his knees, his eyes moving to Olive’s back briefly before coming to my face.“She’s right,” I said. “Cassius will use her against me every time he wants to remind me of my position. As long as Olive is the
Aria's POV Riven pushed the door open and stood aside.Marta came in the way she always did, like the room had been expecting her, her basket over one arm and a bowl of steaming water balanced in her other hand. She took one look at Olive and set everything down on the table without a word.“I’ll leave you ladies to it,” Riven said quietly.He caught my eye briefly before he pulled the door closed. Something passed between us. Not words, just the particular look of someone putting everything they wanted to say in a place they’d come back to later.The latch clicked.Marta was already moving.“Chair closer to the light,” she said to me. I shifted it without being asked. She pulled a second stool up behind Olive and sat, dipping a clean cloth into the steaming water, wringing it out with practiced hands.“I need to take what’s left of this off,” she said to Olive. Matter of fact. No softness in it but no harshness either.Olive nodded once.Marta peeled the torn fabric away from her ba
Aria's povTwo guards appeared around the side of the palace before Riven could pull the door shut behind us. Beta trainees, broad and blank-faced, moving with the mechanical purpose of men following orders they hadn’t been asked to consider. They walked past me like I wasn’t standing there and took Olive by both arms.“Get off her—”They didn’t even look at me.Olive didn’t struggle. That was the thing that broke something in my chest, she didn’t struggle because she already knew it would make it worse, because she had lived in this world long enough to know exactly how this went. She let them take her arms and walk her out into the yard and I stood there watching them wrap her in the rough burlap sack, binding it around her shoulders, and I couldn’t move.The wooden platform was already there as if someone had set it up while Cassius was inside drinking his tea.He stood behind it with his hands folded at the small of his back, looking out at the frost-dead garden like a man waiting
Aria's povBreakfast was warm and the morning was quiet and for exactly forty seven minutes I forgot that the rest of the world existed.Riven sat across from me at the small table by the window, his bandaged chest hidden under a loose shirt, his hair still disheveled from sleep. Olive had made eggs with herbs from the cold palace garden and left the pot of tea between us and had the good sense to busy herself in the kitchen without commentary.I was reaching for the teapot when we heard footsteps on the gravel path outside. The particular rhythm of someone who walked like authority was a garment they’d been wearing so long they forgot it was there.Olive appeared in the doorway so fast she must have been listening for it.Her eyes were wide. She looked at Riven. Then at me. Then at the door.“Elder Cassius,” she mouthed.The blood drained from my face.Riven was already on his feet. No hesitation, no discussion. He picked up his plate and his cup and moved. I was right behind him, gr
Aria’s POVI woke before him.The room was pale grey, that thin early light that couldn’t decide if it was dawn yet. Riven was warm at my back, his arm heavy across my waist, his breathing slow and even. The bandage on his chest had dried overnight. Still needed changing but not bleeding. I exhaled quietly.I started to slide out from under his arm.He pulled me back firmly.His arm tightened and he tucked me back against his chest like I was something that belonged there and pressed his lips to the back of my head without opening his eyes.“Where are you running off to,” he said. His voice was thick with sleep.“Marta. Your bandages need…”“Five minutes.”“Riven…”“Five minutes, Aria.”I softened against him before I’d decided to. His warmth was everywhere, his heartbeat steady against my spine, and the mate bond hummed low and content in my chest like something that had finally been fed. I told myself I would get up in five minutes. I would be responsible and practical and fetch Mar







