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LEAH DECKERMarten kept silent that night as I poured out myself in every word I spoke out of bruised emotion, hurt and pain, he left walking away as soon as I was done yelling my hurts. I stayed indoors for the next two days. It felt so quiet and peaceful but I didn’t feel myself. He didn’t send for me to train with, neither did he come visiting. I knew he was giving me time to heal from my pain.I decided to take a stroll on the third day, and Tombstone no longer felt like a pack recovering from tension. I read the room, I knew no one else but Marten had given a decree on my behalf, “It was a preparation for any possible attack.”It felt like a kingdom preparing for bloodshed.The air itself had changed.Every corridor buzzed with movement. Warriors marched through the stone pathways at all hours of the day, carrying weapons, maps, armor, and messages from the borders. The training grounds no longer echoed with ordinary sparring but with brutal combat drills that left men bleeding i
LEAH DECKERThe halls of Tombstone had never sounded louder, not because warriors were training or because wolves were fighting.Not because servants rushed through the corridors carrying trays and weapons and scrolls from one end of the fortress to another.It was laughter.Mockery.Whispers.The kind that followed me even after I passed. I kept walking through the stone corridor with my head high, but every word still found its way to me.“Did you hear? Oakwood celebrated for three nights.”“They crowned Debbie officially.”“Tim wasted no time replacing her.”“A rejected Luna…”“The whole realm knows now.”I tightened my jaw and kept walking.I would not break here.Not in front of them.Not in front of anyone.But every word cut deeper than I wanted to admit.The news had spread across every pack faster than fire through dry woods. Tim and Debbie’s wedding had become more than a ceremony. It had become a statement.A declaration.Oakwood was erasing me, and the worst part was that
MARTEN HOLLANDAfter she left, I didn’t move.I stood there longer than I should have, longer than any Alpha ever should watching the space she had just occupied like it still belonged to her.It did.That was the problem.My jaw tightened as I exhaled slowly, dragging a hand across my chest where the pain had struck earlier. The ache was still there, dull now, but lingering. It wasn’t the kind of pain I feared. A servant hurriedly brought a chair for me and urged me to sit “Alpha, please sir” He said trembling.I looked at his meek and humble face. He faced down. I shifted slightly and bent over to sit.I was valiant inside but I still felt unsettled, what unsettled me wasn’t the wound.It was her.The way she had rushed to me.The way her hands had held me like I mattered.The way she had looked at me, not with fear, not with hatred… but something else.Something I didn’t have a name for.And that made it worse.I turned sharply, pacing the length of my yard, trying to shake the fee
LEAH DECKERWe didn’t look away.I don’t know how long we stayed like that, seated side by side on cold stone, the silence between us thick and unmoving. His words still lingered in the air, heavy and undeniable, pressing into my thoughts like something that refused to be ignored.You terrify me.It should have made me feel powerful.Instead, it made me feel exposed.Because I didn’t understand myself either.And somehow, that made everything worse.Marten’s presence beside me felt different now. Not just dominant or commanding. Not just the cursed Alpha who had bound me to a deal written in blood.Something had shifted.Something quieter.Something more dangerous.His hand moved before I realized it.Slow.Deliberate.It came to rest beneath my chin.My breath hitched, but I didn’t move.Didn’t pull away.Didn’t lean in.I simply sat there as his fingers tilted my face toward him.His touch was rough, calloused from years of war and violence, yet there was a strange care in the way he
LEAH DECKERThe forest had always been my place of escape.Even now, beneath the darkened northern skies of Tombstone, where the wind carried scents unfamiliar to Oakwood and the trees seemed older, harsher, almost watchful, I found myself walking without purpose through the outer paths surrounding the stronghold.I needed air.Distance.Silence.Anything that could separate me from the relentless storm in my mind.Everything had changed too quickly.The prophecy.Elder Kael’s revelations.Aria’s growing voice.My partial transformation.Marten’s protectiveness.The attacks.The bond.And most unsettling of allMyself.I pressed a trembling hand against my chest as I walked.My pulse had steadied, but my thoughts had not.You are not just a wolf.Aria’s words echoed with dangerous persistence.I hated how deeply they unsettled me.Because part of me feared they were true.And another part…Already knew.I exhaled sharply and forced my feet forward.The morning sun hung low, though in T
MARTEN HOLLAND Pain was familiar. It had been my oldest companion long before war, long before blood oaths, and long before Leah Decker stormed into my cursed existence like a force neither heaven nor hell had prepared me for. Pain was discipline. Pain was memory. Pain was survival. But this? This was different. Fresh blood slid slowly from the cut at my chin, trailing down the side of my neck and disappearing beneath the torn remains of my training tunic. My chest bore claw marks, not from an enemy, not from battle, but from her. Leah. Even now, her unstable power had left my body ravaged. Silver-inflicted wounds stretched across my skin, deeper than ordinary injuries, slower to heal despite my bloodline’s strength. I stood in the lower combat chambers beneath the fortress, where only my highest warriors were permitted, my knuckles clenched as blood dripped from my fingers onto ancient stone. The room was silent except for heavy breathing. Mine. And theirs. Jerry stood







