LOGINYoshua’s POVThe carriage wheels rumbled against the forest path, shaking loose bits of dust from the ceiling. My mother dabbed the corner of her eye with her handkerchief for the sixth—no, seventh—time since we left the pack’s border.“My stars…” she whispered, staring at me like I’d resurrected from the dead. “I cannot believe five years abroad turned you into—into this.”My father nodded, stroking his mustache with irritation and pride. “You were a skinny brat when we sent you to the States. Now look at you.” He narrowed his eyes. “Menacing. Why do you look menacing?”I smirked. “Better than looking like a brat, isn’t it?”“‘Better’ depends on who you ask,” my mother muttered. “Your shoulders are too broad. Your voice is too deep. Your face—too sharp.” She squinted. “Good moon, even your aura changed. What did they feed you over there? Testosterone soup?”I laughed. “Training. Discipline. Good mentors. And a climate that didn’t shelter me like a baby wolf.”My father huffed. “In th
Aurora’s POVCayden and I slipped through the front doors as quietly as we could manage. My boots were muddy from the trip, my cloak damp with the cold morning mist. We kept our heads lowered, trying to blend with the shadows lining the wide entrance hall.“Left,” I whispered.“Right,” Cayden whispered at the same time.We froze. Looked at each other. And sighed.“We’re lost, aren’t we?” he muttered.“No,” I said, confidence wavering. “We’re… taking the scenic route.”But the scenic route apparently led straight into the one place we desperately wanted to avoid.We turned a corner—And walked directly into the living room, where half the pack council was gathered… and in the center of the room, being welcomed with open arms, was him.Yoshua Mauve.He stood with the same infuriating posture I remembered—relaxed shoulders, confident stance, chin slightly raised as if the world was a puzzle only he had the brain and the patience to solve. His chestnut hair was tied back now, a little lon
Aurora’s POVCayden and I rode in silence for most of the trip, the pine-scented wind splintering against our cloaks as we descended the narrow path toward the worker district.I didn’t know what exactly I expected to find, but the creeping dread in my stomach told me I was already late. Mary had always been private, painfully proud, and slow to ask for help. If something had driven her to such desperation that she accepted reassignment to Nova of all people… then whatever was happening to her son must have been severe.“Are you certain the neighbors here know anything?” I asked as we approached the row of small, uneven houses. Smoke drifted lazily from the chimneys; children darted between doorways; boots thudded softly against packed dirt. The hour was early, but poverty never slept.Cayden glanced at me. “If the boy was taken recently, someone had to see something. These districts notice everything, Aurora. Even what they pretend not to.”I dismounted first, my boots sinking slight
Aurora’s POVThat woman… is really getting out of hand.It is one thing to be stupid and another to be shallow. How can she not know basic knowledge about how our world works?There is a reason why those women are not allowed in the mansion. It is not just because I do not like them… or the thought of them disgusts me… no.It has been long established that only first-class wolves are allowed to set foot in our mansion. It is the will of power… the way things have been for the past centuries. It balanced the poor and the rich; that is what I was taught since I was just a kid.And Nova, inviting them over, disrupts that balance. The council would start questioning me, as the Luna, for disobeying the rules.She is a menace. If she wanted to be me so bad, why would she not do her impersonation properly?Not only is she putting the alpha’s position at risk, but she is also putting the whole pack in a very awful position.I did not spend most of my time trying to be the perfect leader just
Nova’s POVI woke before the sun, long before anyone else in this suffocating mansion.Of course I did.A Luna — a real Luna — rises early.And if Aurora Graves wasn’t going to act like one, then I would.I sat before the vanity, brushing my hair until it shimmered like dark silk across my shoulders. The glass showed a soft, fragile omega with eyes too big and lips too pouty… the very kind men love to protect. The very kind Alexander loves to… well, tolerate.But if I played my cards right, soon it wouldn’t be tolerance. It would be devotion.I dabbed rosewater on my wrists and imagined the gasps that would fill the hall once everyone saw who I invited today. Oh, the outrage. The scandal.Perfect.“My lady?” Mary’s timid voice drifted from the doorway.Ah, Mary. Loyal dog of Aurora turned servant to me — out of poverty, not choice. The thought pleased me more than it should.“Yes, bring the porcelain set,” I said, admiring the glossy shine of my lips. “Today is important.”Mary set do
Nova’s POVThe morning after my humiliation passed like a slow, bitter storm. The gossip within the mansion had already spread, whispers that burned the moment I stepped into the hall. Every sneer, every pitying glance, made my spine stiffen.But today marked something new… Mary, Aurora’s most trusted maid, would now serve me.That alone gave me a sliver of satisfaction.When the knock came on my door, I was seated beside my small wooden vanity, trimming the frayed edge of my sleeve — a reminder that even in the Luna’s palace, the lowest still looked worn.“Enter,” I called, keeping my voice steady.Mary stepped inside, bowing her head respectfully. She was older than me, with tired eyes that carried stories I didn’t dare guess yet. Her movements were polite, careful — the motions of someone who had spent too long trying to avoid trouble.“Good morning, Lady Nova,” she greeted.Lady.Coming from someone who once served Aurora… the title tasted sweet.“You may call me Nova,” I replied







