Mag-log inOn my eighteenth birthday, my mate rejected me in front of the whole pack. He was the Alpha. I was the wolfless Omega scrubbing his floor. I thought it was the worst night of my life. Then the Lycan King rode through the gates, looked at me, and said one word. Mine. The King is the Alpha's twin brother. He is also the man his brother has hated for nine years. Now I am bound to both of them, and no wolf in history has ever had two mates. Someone wants me gone. Someone else wants me dead. And the Moon Goddess has a secret about me that I am only beginning to understand. I did not accept the rejection. They are about to find out why.
view more~Kaius~Duskhold rose out of the mountain like a thing that had never been built. Black stone towers climbed the cliff face, silver banners snapped from every wall, and below it all the valley lay in blue evening shadow. I had been looking at it all my life, and I had never once been glad to see it. Tonight, I watched Calla's face at the carriage window instead.She said nothing. Her hand trembled against the frame, and her knuckles were white, but she kept looking.By the time we reached the outer gate, every man in the convoy knew what she had done in the gorge. Brin had told the story twice at the evening camp, and I had heard the changes in it grow. By the third telling, she had lit up the whole sky. My riders no longer whispered wolfless when she walked past. They went quiet instead, and one or two of them touched their fists to their chests.The court was a different matter.They were waiting in the great hall, forty or fifty nobles in dark velvet, with Chancellor Edric at the f
~Calla~We left Crescent Hollow before the sun had fully risen, and I did not look back.The carriage was black and lined with dark red velvet, and it smelled of cedar and leather. Kaius rode outside with his men. I sat alone with my bag in my lap and my mother's letter in my pocket, and I did not open it. I told myself I was waiting until I was far enough away, but the truth was I was afraid of what it would say.The bond hurts less with every mile. By noon I could breathe without wincing. By evening I could eat the bread that a young guard named Brin brought to my window, along with a flask of water and an awkward smile."Her Highness should drink something," he said, and then went red to the ears. "I mean... miss. Lady. I don't know what to call you.""Calla is fine.""Calla." He tried it out, grinned, and rode away, still pink.The Lycan soldiers did not smile at me. They looked, and they whispered, and I caught the word wolfless twice in the first hour. I tried not to listen. I k
~Calla~They put me in a chair.The elders' chamber of Crescent Hollow was a stone room off the great hall with a long table and six old wolves sitting behind it. Maeve sat at my left, holding my hand so tightly that it hurt. Kaius stood at the window with his arms folded. Dorian stood on the other side of the room, as far from his brother as the walls allowed. Alpha Orsen sat near the head of the table with his fingers steepled and an expression of polite interest.I could not stop shaking. It felt as if someone had sewn two different pieces of cloth to the inside of my chest and was pulling them in opposite directions. One side ached for the man across the room. The other, newer side hummed whenever the king moved."The matter is simple," said Elder Corwin, the oldest of the six. "Alpha Ashcroft has rejected her. She has not accepted. By our law, the bond stands.""And by Lycan law," Kaius said, without turning from the window, "any rejected mate is under the protection of the Crown
~Kaius~I had not set foot in Crescent Hollow in nine years, and I had hoped to keep it that way.The Truce of the Four Packs was signed every year at the Blood Moon, and every year the Lycan King was expected to attend. For two years I had sent my general in my place. This year the old Alphas made it clear that if I did not come in person, the treaty would not be renewed. So I came, with forty riders and a foul temper, to a place where my brother wore my face.I saw Dorian before I had finished dismounting. He stood on the steps of the great hall with the same jaw, the same dark hair and the same eyes as mine. He had grown broader since I last saw him. He looked at me the way a man looks at something he wants to scrape off his boot.Then the wind turned, and I smelled her.Night jasmine and rain. It went through me like a blade.For six years my wolf had been something I managed rather than lived with, a low roar at the back of my skull with red at the edges of my sight, held down by
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