Kari’s POV
I woke up and stretched, blinking against the morning light from the window above my head. I stood from bed and smiled to myself.
Today was to be my wedding to the love of my life.
Grabbing a towel, I sat at the edge of my bed, yawning. This was real. This was actually happening. Titan and I were finally getting married after all these years.
A grin spread across my face, but before I could head to the bathroom, a knock sounded at the door.
I opened it to find Indira my step sister, grinning at me. Technically she is my father's first daughter from another marriage, but the both of us had grown to be very good friends.
“Good morning, Luna-to-be,” she teased, stepping inside. “How are we feeling today?”
I turned back toward the bed. “Good, good. Just about to take a bath. But I still feel sleepy.”
She rolled her eyes and yanked me up before I could sit. “Well, don’t keep the whole pack waiting. Go, go!”
Laughing, I grabbed my towel and made my way into the bathroom. The hot water felt amazing against my skin as I scrubbed away the remnants of sleep. By the time I stepped out, Indira was lounging on my bed, waiting for me.
She sat up as soon as she saw me. “Look at you,” she mused. “By the time I’m done, your Alpha won’t know what hit him. He'd be nursing a boner throughout the wedding.”
I chuckled, shaking my head, but I let her lead me to the mirror.
Outside, I could already hear the wolves singing a welcome song for me. This was it, my Luna coronation ceremony.
As Indira started on my hair, I found myself thinking about everything that led to this moment. How I had left my parents and chose Titan, how I had disobeyed their wishes to build this life with him. It hadn’t always been easy, but it had always been worth it. We had had sex for the first time a few days ago, and that sealed our bond forever.
Indira glanced at me through the mirror as she worked. “You better start popping out babies soon, sister. The Alpha’s going to love you even more once you do, you'll see.”
I met her eyes in the mirror. “And I’ll love him even more, too.”
Still, something about today had my stomach in knots. Was it excitement or something else? I couldn't really tell.
I shook it off. I was about to be Titan’s wife. That was all that mattered.
Once Indira finished, I stood and took in my reflection. The transformation was crazy. Titan wouldn’t be able to take his eyes off me throughout the ceremony.
"Thank you, I love you!" I yelled at Indira as I rushed out of the room.
When I arrived at the hall, the pack’s voices filled the air as I walked toward the front. At the front, two chairs were set up, one for me and one for Titan.
I settled into my seat, my eyes scanning the crowd for him. But the chair next to mine was empty. I couldn't see him anywhere. Frowning, I called out to one of the guards nearby. The guard hurried over.
“Where is Alpha Titan?” I asked. “Why isn’t he here yet?”
“The Alpha will be here shortly.” Was all the guard said.
I sighed, nodding. Fine. He’d be here soon. But why did something still feel off?
“Do you need anything else?” the guard asked.
“No, you can go,” I said, waving him off.
He bowed slightly before walking away, and I felt Indira’s hand on my shoulder from behind. “Relax, he’ll be here soon,” she whispered.
I let out a slow breath. I could barely keep my frustration in check. Indira appeared and sat behind me, then began to smoothen out the creases on the back of my dress. She muttered something about me rumpling the fabric on the dress.
“I’ve waited so long for this day, Indira,” I muttered. “The least he can do is show up on time.”
She moved to stand in front of me and crossed her arms. “Kari, If you keep frowning like that, you’ll ruin all the work I did on your face,” she teased. “Now smile and wait for your man.”
I forced a small smile, but deep down I was still uneasy. My chest felt heavy, like an animal was sitting on it. Titan should have been here by now. Should I send someone to check on him? No, I didn’t want to look desperate.
“Wolves of Wilder Manor!” A young man stepped onto the stage, holding a microphone. “Welcome to the moment we’ve all been waiting for!”
The wolves erupted into cheers. “Now, now,” the man chuckled, holding up a hand. “I know we’re all eager for the ceremony, but let’s give our Alpha some time. He’s making sure he looks perfect for his Luna-to-be.” He winked in my direction.
Laughter spread through the crowd, but it didn't reach me. Titan wouldn’t keep me waiting just for looks. Still, I nodded. Maybe I was overthinking. Maybe I just needed to breathe.
“Oh! He’s here,” the announcer grinned, gesturing towards the entrance. “All hail the Alpha!”
“Long live the Alpha!” the pack echoed back.
My eyes moved toward the entrance, and there he was. Finally! I smiled genuinely, this time and stood as he approached.
When he reached me, I pulled him into a quick hug. “What took you so long?” I whispered, scanning his face. “Are you okay?”
No answer. No reassuring smile. Just… nothing. His face was blank, which further reinforced my fear that something was wrong.
He sat beside me and barely glanced in my direction before muttering, “I was busy. Sorry.”
My heart jumped, but I said nothing. “Shall we begin?” the announcer asked.
“Yes,” the crowd answered in unison.
Titan wasn’t acting like himself. His energy was distant, like his mind was somewhere else entirely. I studied his face, searching for an explanation but he wouldn’t meet my eyes.
Why didn’t he say anything about how I looked?
Where was the usual warmth in his touch, the way he always held my hand in front of the pack?
Then just as I was about to ask, he stood up. The crowd cheered as he walked onto the stage. He waved once, then turned to face us.
“Wolves of Wilder Manor,” he began. “I greet you all.”
He looked at me then. But there was no love in his eyes, no excitement at finally being my husband. No trace of the man I had loved for years.
“There’s something I need to say before we begin.” Titan took a deep breath, then turned to me. “I, Alpha Titan renounce you, Kari as my mate.”
Titan’s POVThe air in the Wilder pack mansion had been heavier than usual all evening, thick with unspoken words and lingering tension. My wounds were healing, but the ache in my chest had nothing to do with my body, it was deeper, carved from regret, from memories of Kari, from the truth that had gutted me clean when I finally saw Indira for what she was.I had told myself I’d keep my distance from her. Told myself that I needed silence, not more lies. But the sound of muffled laughter drifting from the corridor outside my chambers tugged at something primal in me.It was too late at night for laughter. Too close to my door for it to be innocent.I pushed myself from the chair, ignoring the pull of my half-healed wounds, and stalked toward the sound. My heart began to pound harder with every step, a dull roar filling my ears.The corridor was dim, lit only by a few torches along the walls. And then I saw them.Her.Him.My Indira, my wife, pressed against the wall, her hands tangl
Kari’s POVThe sun had long slipped beneath the horizon when I finally fastened my cloak, its silver clasp catching the last glow of firelight in my chambers. The night stretched before me, heavy with silence, save for the low murmur of voices in the courtyard below where my guards waited.It should have been a routine journey. Just another meeting. Just another night as Alpha of Silvermoon. But my chest was tight, my hands restless, my pulse thrumming louder than the distant drum of hooves being prepared.Because of him.Because of Viktor.The afternoon replayed in my mind in bitter fragments, the way he’d followed me into the study, his voice steady, concerned, asking why I’d been cold all day. Asking what he’d done wrong. As if he didn’t know.I had stood there with my back to him, staring at the shelves lined with dusty tomes, refusing to look at him because if I did, I might crumble.He’d said my name so softly, like a prayer. “Kari.”And I had only shaken my head and whispered
TITAN’S POVThe door slammed behind me, the echo reverberating through the stone hall like a gunshot. I’d barely stepped two paces inside when I felt it, Indira’s rage, thick in the air, almost tangible.She stood in the center of the chamber, eyes wild, her breath coming fast. Shards of glass already glittered across the floor, a broken vase spilling water that soaked into the rug. Her hands trembled, but not from fear. Fury burned through her like wildfire.“You went to her!” she shrieked.I clenched my jaw, every muscle in my body taut. I’d known this was coming the moment I left Silvermoon, the moment I let myself cross the line to see Kari. But even knowing, I wasn’t prepared for the storm now tearing through my home.“Indira,” I began, my voice low, controlled. “Calm down,”She laughed, sharp and bitter, a sound that scraped at my ears. “Calm down? Calm down?! You expect me to sit here, smile, play the dutiful mate while you run back to her like a dog to its master?!”Another
Kari’s POVThe morning was still, the kind of silence that felt heavy rather than peaceful. The mansion seemed too quiet, too tense, as though it sensed the weight pressing on my chest.I had woken early, restless, and wandered to the window in search of fresh air to calm my racing thoughts. What I found instead turned my stomach into knots.There they were, in the garden.Viktor and Zoya.He sat on the stone bench beneath the climbing roses, his body still fragile from healing, his hands clasped loosely in his lap. And she, she leaned toward him, her hair falling like a curtain of midnight, her voice soft and low. I couldn’t hear the words, but I could see the way he smiled faintly, as though her presence soothed him.My hands balled into fists against the windowsill.He should have been with me. He should have been leaning on me for comfort, not her. Not the woman who had already taken so much from both of us.I swallowed hard, my throat burning as a thousand emotions battled in
Kari’s POVI didn’t mean to hear it.But sometimes the universe places you exactly where you’re supposed to be, even if it rips you apart in the process.I had woken in the middle of the night, the sheets beside me cold and empty. At first, I thought Viktor had gone to the bathroom, but when the minutes stretched on, worry pushed me out of bed. I padded down the hall, the silence of the house pressing heavily against me. Then I heard them, his voice, low and raw, and hers, soft and dripping with the kind of familiarity that made my stomach twist.I stopped at the top of the stairs, pressing my hand against the railing as their words floated up in hushed tones.“…she doesn’t trust you, Viktor.”Zoya’s voice, soothing, careful.And then his. My husband’s voice, weighted with guilt. “I don’t understand what I’m doing wrong.”I froze. The rest of their conversation blurred into fragments that stabbed at me like needles.Zoya reminding him of their past. Zoya whispering about loyalty. Vi
Zoya’s POVThe mansion was quiet. Too quiet.I padded barefoot down the stairs, the stone steps cool against my skin. Sleep had abandoned me long ago, chased off by thoughts that crawled across my mind like restless insects. The house was too large, too filled of people who did not want me here. I felt it in every glance, every stiff smile, every muttered whisper that ceased the moment I entered a room.But I was not here for them.I reached the kitchen and poured water into a cup, watching the ripples shimmer faintly in the moonlight that spilled through the small window. I lifted the cup halfway to my lips when I heard it.Footsteps.Slow and heavyI froze for a moment before turning, my heart quickening. The faint glow from the torches in the hallway revealed him. Viktor.He looked… broken. His shoulders slumped as if the weight of the entire world pressed against them. His hair, usually so carefully tied back, fell in dark strands around his face. His eyes carried shadows da