LOGINThe private dining room was smaller than I'd expected, intimate rather than imposing with a table that could seat perhaps eight but was set for only three. Candles flickered in silver holders, casting a warm glow over polished wood and crystal glasses. And there, rising from his seat at the head of the table, stood the Alpha King himself. I'd glimpsed him earlier on the palace steps, but now, in this confined space, his presence seemed to fill every corner. He was terrifyingly beautiful in a
I hadn’t noticed the small line of text at the bottom, written in characters that didn’t quite match any language I recognised, at least to start. The letters seemed to shift as I looked at them, refusing to settle into familiar patterns.Dominic finished his own examination of the remaining certificates, nodding as he joined us. “Nothing else matches your birthdate or initials. This appears to be our best lead.”Lukas took the document from Nico, studying the mysterious text. “What does this say?” he asked, brow furrowed in concentration.I leaned closer, looking over his arm. The strange characters suddenly seemed to vibrate with meaning, whispering to some part of me I hadn’t known existed. My finger traced the line as I read aloud: “’Tria Luna Sanguis oritur et argentea aquae aurum vertuntur, Cuprea Lupus inter greges ambulabit, nec nata nec facta, sed a stellis ipsa
The hallway to the royal archives stretched before us like a throat leading into the belly of truth, a truth I both craved and dreaded. Lukas’s hand rested at the small of my back, his palm radiating warmth through the thin fabric of my shirt, but even his touch couldn’t quiet the storm brewing inside me. Athena paced restlessly beneath my skin, her copper presence agitated by the possibility that lay ahead. A name. A history. An identity that had been stolen from me before I was old enough to claim it as my own.“Are you ready for this?” Lukas asked, his voice low enough that it wouldn’t carry to the guards stationed at intervals along the corridor.“I’ve been ready for eighteen years,” I replied, the words scraping against my throat. “I just didn’t know what I was waiting for.”We approached the heavy oak doors that marked the entrance to the private reading
I watched Amelia from across the room, sensing the exact moment when something shifted within her. She had been staring at the whiteboard, eyes fixed on that name, Amala Luna Velasco, when suddenly she stood, her body coiled with tension. The pen in her hand tapped against her palm in a nervous rhythm as her eyes took on that distant look I’d come to recognise. It wasn’t Athena surfacing; it was something deeper, more fundamental; the expression of someone recognising a truth they’d always known but never acknowledged.Ares stirred within me, his golden presence alert and watchful. ‘Mate troubled,’ he observed unnecessarily. ‘Something coming.’“Gentlemen,” I said, turning to Nico and Dominic, who were still reviewing their notes by the conference table. “Thank you for your reports. We’ll join you in the archives shortly.”They exchanged a brief glance b
The afternoon sun slanted through the office windows, marking the passage of hours since Ethan had called me by that name. Amala Luna Velasco. I rolled the syllables through my mind for the hundredth time as Lukas and I waited for Nico and Dominic to return. The name felt like a splinter beneath my skin; foreign yet somehow part of me, impossible to ignore now that it had embedded itself in my consciousness. Athena paced restlessly within me, copper fur rippling with agitation as we both wondered: was this truly who I was meant to be?Lukas sat across from me, ice-blue eyes tracking my movements as I circled the room. His outward calm couldn’t mask the tension radiating through our bond; Ares‘s presence was alert, watchful, like a sentinel preparing for an unseen attack.“They’re late,” I muttered, glancing at the antique clock on the wall. My fingers drummed against my thigh, a nervous habit I’d dev
I watched Amelia walk ahead of me down the corridor, her spine rigid, her copper hair swinging in an unnaturally perfect rhythm with each deliberate step. She hadn’t spoken a single word since we’d left the interrogation room.Hadn’t looked at me.Hadn’t reached for me through our bond.Ares whined within me, his golden presence stretching toward Athena’s copper warmth only to find it withdrawn, curled tight and defensive around whatever turmoil churned inside my mate. The name Ethan had called her; Amala Luna Velasco, echoed between us, unspoken but impossible to ignore. Three words that threatened to unravel everything we thought we knew about the woman I loved.Three decades as Alpha King had taught me to hide my thoughts behind a mask of calm authority, but inside, questions multiplied like cancer cells. What if there was truth behind the Voice’s claims? What if Amelia’s origins were somehow tied to a plot against me? The very thought felt like betrayal, yet I co
Three days had passed since Ethan delivered that haunting letter, and I still couldn’t shake the chill that had settled in my bones. Each night I’d lain awake beside Lukas, studying his sleeping face in the moonlight, trying to imagine a world where I could ever harm him.The very thought made Athena whine in distress, her copper presence curling protectively around the bond we shared with Ares. Whatever this “Voice” believed about me, about some destiny I supposedly had, they didn’t understand the most fundamental truth of my existence, Lukas wasn’t just my mate or my King, he was my choice. And no hidden past, no matter how mysterious, could change that. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself as we prepared to interrogate Ethan.Dr. Elara had worked tirelessly with him since his capture, her ancient knowledge of werewolf medicine pushed to its limits as she attempted to break through whatever chemical fog clouded his mind. I’d visited the secure medical wing each day,
I sat frozen as Amelia's voice rang through the throne room, pronouncing a sentence I could never have imagined coming from my gentle friend's lips. Fourteen days of public punishment. Forced witnessing of suffering. Execution. The words felt alien, disconnected from the girl who had once cried w
I clutched Amelia's hand as we walked through corridors that seemed to stretch into infinity, my legs trembling with each step. The palace swallowed us in wealth that made my head spin, or maybe that was the fever. Marble floors gleamed beneath our feet, and gilded frames held portraits of stern-
I stood frozen on the palace steps, my mind struggling to reconcile the Amelia I knew; the servant girl who'd wiped my tears after Julian's beatings, who'd whispered impossible dreams of freedom in the dark, with this radiant creature before me. She wore an emerald gown that probably cost more th
My head swam with the weight of Silver Lake's sins. After hours of methodically cataloging every infraction, every cruelty inflicted by those I'd once called family, exhaustion pulled at me like gravity. Each transgression we'd documented had been a fresh cut across old scars. Marcus's calculated







