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KARI'S POV
I was to be married today.But the silk of my bridal dress felt less like a garment and more like a shroud.
As I stood before the altar in the temple of the goddess of love, I couldn't shake off the heavy weight pressing down on my shoulders.
My breath hitched against the rigid constraints of my corset as I cast a slightly nervous look around. Today, I was to become Luna of the Wilder Pack.
Today, the years of my quiet devotion to my bethroted, Titan,would finally bear fruit.
“You look breathtaking, dear,” my sister Bianca whispered, though her smile didn't quite reach her eyes. “Everyone's thinking that, I bet he'll thinks so too.”
I swallowed hard, nodding. “I just feel as though I am walking toward a cliff's edge,” I admitted, smoothing the lace at my wrists.
“Do you think he is ready? Our bond... it has been quiet this morning. Surely that isn't normal? Perhaps he's as nervous as I…”
“Titan is an Alpha, sister,” Bianca interrupted gently.
“His mind is burdened by the weight of his pack,” my sister added, though her hand trembled as she adjusted the purple veil over my face.
“Stay,” I whispered to her, unable to hold back any longer.
“Where are you going?”
“To stretch my legs a bit,” I answered briskly, already walking away.
The air was thick with the scent of damp stone and light perfume as I took the stairs, until I was staring down at the large expanse of the temple.
I knew there were five hundred guests here, High Alphas, Betas, and their kin, two-hundred and fifty from each side. And they all seemed to be getting along already, in preparation of the alliance that would be formed between our packs after my marriage to Titan.
“Look at her face,” I heard someone murmured behind me. “She hasn't a clue.”
My ears twitched and strained as I leaned a bit backwards.
“Poor thing,” another voice hissed. “To be discarded so publicly.”
My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. Discarded publicly? By who?
Where was Tifan?
I shot a panicked look at the altar, but it stood empty.
With a tight chest, I made my way back to the main temple.
I'd just turned towards Bianca's direction when the heavy oak doors at the rear of the cathedral swung open with a violence that echoed off the walls and ceiling.
Titan strode in.
My heart dropped.
Not because he was not dressed in his wedding clothes that were supposed to match mine, but because of the look on his face.
His expression was made even scarier by the way his cape was billowing behind him as he stomped closer and closer…
“Titan?” I breathed as he stopped beforee me. I reached for his hand, my fingers trembling. “My love, you are late. I was starting to fear…”
He pulled his hand away as if my touch had scalded him. His eyes, usually a piercing brown, were flat and cold as funeral coins.
“Cease your prattling, Kari,” he growled, his voice carrying to every corner of the silent hall.
“Milord?” I faltered, my face already starting to burn with embarrassment. “The ceremony... the guests are already waiting.”
“There shall be no ceremony…for you,” Titan stated. He turned his back to me, facing the assembly as he raised his voice.
“I have realized that a True Alpha requires a mate of equal fire. One who does not merely occupy a throne, but commands it.”
The side door opened and my other sister, Indira stepped out. She was draped in crimson silk, her dark hair falling over her shoulders like a waterfall of ink.
Our eyes met as she glided to my Titan's side, and he, the man who had not touched my hand in months, wrapped a possessive arm around her waist.
My whole world tilted upside down, I felt a rush of dizziness. My throat felt tight and dry, and my eyes started to burn.
“Titan, what is this madness?” I cried, my voice cracking.
“Is this a joke? I don't find it particularly hilarious.”
He scoffed, “what a fool you are, Kari. Thinking I could ever chose a lukewarm mouse over a fiery goddess,” he glanced lovingly at Indira at the last part.
Pain exploded in my chest.
Perhaps it was young naivety but I had wholeheartedly believed that he loved me, and wanted me the way I wanted him.
“You can't mean this,” I murmured in stock, shaking my head repeatedly. “I do not believe it.”
“You better believe it,” Indira sneered condescendingly.
“This isn't happening.”
“But it is,” Titan replied. “Honestly, I don't think anyone here is surprised at my decision.”
He gave a nonchalant shrug, “I admit, this might be a little inconvenient in timing but Kari,” he sighed, “you're every great alpha's nightmare when it comes to marriage. You're far too weak, emotional, talkative, naive…”
“You said you love me,” I murmured, taking in the stunned faces of the ton. “You told me you wanted me!”
He scoffed, “well obviously I lied,” he looked around, “If anyone here has never told a lie before, let him or her raise their hand!”
There was a brief wave of murmurs but no hand went up, Titan turned towards me again, a gloating smile on his face, “see?”
“I gave up my birthright for you! My pack…I am your bonded mate!”
“A bond of convenience,” Titan sneered,staring deep into my eyes. The hatred in his gaze was like a physical blow. “I’ve had the bond destroyed. It was a tether I found suffocating increasing.”
His voice was dry and bored, “you are painfully dull…a grey moth, even in looks. Indira is a phoenix.”
“You cannot do this,” I pleaded, the tears finally spilling down my face. “Please don't humiliate me like this, my love.”
“I am the Alpha of Wilder Pack,” Titan growled, his wolf surfacing in the bright-green flash of his eyes. “I do exactly as I please.”
My response died on my tongue as he took Indira’s hand and raised it high. “Behold!” he shouted to the gasping crowd. “Your true Luna! Indira of the Wilder Pack!”
INDIRA’S POVThe evening meal was always served at seven.It had been that way since before Titan’s father died, a tradition so embedded in the rhythm of Wilder Pack that even my restructuring of the guard rotation and the council schedule hadn’t touched it.Some things you didn’t change.I sat at the head of the long table in the great hall, in Titan’s chair, which I had taken to occupying at meals with a deliberateness that was entirely intentional.Symbols mattered.Where you sat mattered.Who stood and who sat in your presence mattered.These were lessons I had learned early, growing up in a house where I was always slightly outside the warmth. Always present but never quite included. Always the daughter from the first marriage, the one who existed in the margins of a family that had reorganised itself around people who weren’t me.I had watched and I had learned and I had filed everything away with the patience of someone who understood that timing was everything.My time had ar
ALAN’S POVThe moment the throne room door closed behind me, I exhaled.The real plan.I turned it over in my mind as I walked the corridor, my footsteps were very steady, Wouldn't wanna be caught.She was going to poison him.I knew it would be something slow, probably something introduced into his food or his wine over several days.She had been planning it for a long time.Sneaky bitch.The particular detail with which she described it told me that. The dosage. The timing. The specific symptoms that would present and in what order. The healer she had already compromised who would sign whatever document needed signing.This was not improvisation.This was architecture.And I stood there and listened to every word.She had almost believed me.Almost.That almost was important.Indira was exceptional at reading people. It was her sharpest skill, sharper even than her patience or her planning. She read people the way other people read maps.I could tell she was sensing something wa
INDIRA’S POVThe cottage was small.Two rooms, a fire, a window that looked out over flat grassland stretching east toward the tree line. Nobody for miles in any direction except the woman I had paid to be here and the child she had been keeping for me.His name was Caden.I had named him myself because there had been no one else to do it. I had carried him alone and delivered him in this same cottage with no one present but the woman and a midwife I had brought from three territories over, someone with no connection to Wilder Pack and no reason to speak.I had done a great many things alone.I was used to it.The woman, Maret, handed him to me when I arrived. He was awake, which surprised me slightly. It was past midnight and he should have been asleep, but he was awake and looking at the ceiling with the intense, serious concentration of someone working through a complex problem.He looked like Titan.That had always been the part I hadn’t entirely prepared for.I sat down near the
TITAN’S POVAlan said her name.One name.And the corridor went so quiet I could hear the torches burning on the wall.I turned back slowly.“Say that again,” I said.Alan looked at me. His eyes were steady in that particular way eyes got when a person had already made peace with whatever came next.“She has your son,” he said. “Has had him since before she took the pack. That was the leverage. That was always the leverage.” He paused. “I didn’t know what it was until she told me this morning. She told me because she wanted me to understand why I was going to keep helping her.” He looked at the floor briefly. “She was right that I would understand. She was wrong about what I would do with it.”Nobody spoke.Viktor was very still beside me.Kari had her hand pressed flat against the wall like she needed something solid.I heard my own breathing.A son.I had a son.I ran back through everything. Every month of Indira’s time here, every conversation, every careful deflection when I had
VIKTOR'S POVI put Indira in the east wing holding room.Two guards on the door. Men I had known for years. Men whose loyalties I was certain of because I had spent the better part of two hours that afternoon, while Titan briefed the others, quietly confirming that certainty with Alan.She sat down when I brought her in. Folded her hands. Looked at the wall.She didn't fight. She didn't argue. She didn't ask what would happen to her.None of that was right.I looked at her for a moment before I left."You're comfortable," I said. It wasn't a question.She looked at me. Her expression was perfectly neutral."I'm tired," she said. "It's been a long few months.""Mm," I said.I left.I walked back down the corridor toward the throne room and I thought about it the whole way.The way she had stood up when I said to. The way she had let me walk her out. The way she had sat down in that room without a word of protest.Indira was many things.Compliant was not one of them.Titan was at the h
KARI'S POVThe blue room was on the third door on the left.Titan had been right about that.What he hadn't mentioned was the guard sitting on a stool outside it, a big man with the kind of build that suggested he had spent a significant portion of his life making other people regret talking to him.I stood at the corner of the corridor and looked at him.Then I looked at Zoya beside me.Zoya, who was holding Lyra and was therefore not available for what I was about to do.Right.Fine.I squared my shoulders, walked out into the corridor, and kept walking like I belonged there. Head up. Unhurried. The exact energy of someone who has every right to be exactly where they are and finds it slightly tedious to have to confirm this.The guard looked up."This corridor is restricted—""I know," I said pleasantly. I kept walking. "I'm the one who restricted it."He frowned. Stood. His hand moved toward the weapon at his belt.I hit him before it got there.Not gracefully. I was tired and preg







