ログインThird Person POV Blade’s chest heaved against hers, the heavy oak door still rattling faintly from the force with which he’d slammed it shut. His body caged her perfectly…tall, broad, radiating raw Alpha power…yet the second his thumb brushed the delicate skin beneath her ear, something inside him recoiled hard.What the fuck was he doing?He, Blade Blackthorn, Alpha King of Ash Creek, was acting like a lovesick puppy. One look at her in that crimson dress, one touch of her hand, and he’d dragged her off like a starving wolf scenting fresh meat. His wolf still howled inside him, desperate to drop to its knees and worship every inch of the woman pressed to the wall. The urge to bury his face in her neck, to beg for her forgiveness with tongue and teeth, made his stomach twist with disgust.At himself.He jerked back as if burned, releasing her hand and stepping away so fast his dress shoes scraped the hardwood. He needed distance before he did something pathetic like fall at her
Third Person POV The grand hall erupted into pure chaos the second Calla’s words landed.Gasps exploded like fireworks. Chairs scraped backward as wolves half-rose in shock, then sat again, unsure whether to cheer or snarl. Whispers detonated into full-blown arguments…some people looked confused while others looked thrilled, a few were already placing bets on how fast Tanya’s tiara would hit the floor. Crystal chandeliers swayed overhead as if the building itself felt the tremor. Adele, still clutching her mother’s hand, looked up at the noise with wide, unafraid eyes, the tiny Alpha princess clearly deciding this was all part of the show.Tanya’s face had gone from flushed triumph to corpse-white in a single heartbeat. The oversized tiara wobbled on her head like a crown two sizes too big for a child playing dress-up. She spun toward Blade, manicured nails digging into his sleeve.“That can’t happen, can it?” Her voice cracked high, shrill enough to cut glass. “She isn’t worthy!
Third-Person POV The grand hall of the Ash Creek pack house had been transformed into a living jewel. Crystal chandeliers dripped soft golden light over hundreds of guests seated in perfect rows of white silk chairs. White roses and midnight-blue delphiniums spilled from everywhere, the scent they gave out was nothing short of divine. At the far end, beneath a canopy of woven silver birch branches, stood Blade Blackthorn…Alpha King of Ash Creek…in a tailored black tuxedo that made him look carved from shadow and starlight. His dark hair was swept back, jaw set,his eyes were the colour of storm clouds, it was grey and beautiful. Opposite him, Tanya Knox glowed in a gown of liquid ivory and diamonds. The dress clung to every curve before flaring into a dramatic train that pooled like moonlight on the marble floor. Her dark hair cascaded in perfect waves down her back, the very strands that had cost a young maid her job this morning. A delicate tiara…once Calla’s, now resized an
Third-Person POV Today was the best day of her life. She had decided this before she even opened her eyes this morning. She had lain in bed in the grey of early dawn with a smile already pulling at the corners of her mouth and she had simply decided … today was the day everything she had worked for finally arrived. Today was the day Tanya Knox became Tanya Blackthorn.Luna of Ash Creek.The title moved through her mind like music.She sat at her vanity in her dressing robe, surrounded by the particular organised chaos of a wedding morning … flowers being arranged on the far table, two attendants moving quietly in the background, the wedding gown hanging on the tall stand near the window where the light caught it and made it look like something from a dream.Her dream. Specifically. The one she had been dreaming for years.She picked up her favourite brush, it had a beautiful gold handle that had been a gift from her mother when she turned eighteen … and began working it through her
Calla’s POVThree years did a lot to a person.I knew this because I barely recognized the woman in the mirror anymore. Not in a bad way. Some mornings I stand in front of the mirror just looking, trying to reconcile the person staring back at me with the trembling girl who had clutched a suitcase in front of a mansion and prayed the Alpha wouldn’t eat her alive.That girl was gone.In her place was someone I was still getting used to. Someone with good posture that didn’t have to be reminded. Someone whose hands didn’t shake when an aggressive wolf got in her face. Someone who had learned, slowly and painfully and through more mornings on the ground than she cared to count, that she was not a vessel or a background character or a burden.I knew exactly what I was worth.I sat at the vanity and worked the brush through my hair in long, even strokes. It fell past my shoulders now, all the way to the middle of my back … thick and curly and with a weight to it that still surprised me
Calla’s POVThe arrow hit the tree. I groaned, rubbing my face in anger. Using an arrow was so fucking hard but it’s one of the things I really really wanna learn. The thoughts of shooting all my enemies filled me with glee.I wipe the smirk off my face and focus on the target on the tree.This time I was totally off about a foot to the left of the target, which was already a generous description of how far off I was. The arrow sat there quivering in the bark like it was embarrassed on my behalf.I lowered the bow.“Okay,” I said to nobody.I picked up another arrow.The morning was quiet out here behind the house. The valley did its usual thing … birds doing their business in the tree line, the river making its constant soft commentary somewhere below the slope, the sky a clean pale blue with no clouds having the nerve to show up and ruin it. Adele had left for school an hour ago. I had watched Tyson’s driver take her down the valley road in the old truck, her backpack was enorm







