LOGINWe left the library together, our earlier conflict not forgotten but set aside in favour of the unity we both knew was necessary. The corridor stretched before us, guards and servants bowing as we passed, their eyes carefully averted from the lingering tension between their King and Queen. I watched Amelia from the corner of my eye, admiring the quiet dignity with which she carried herself despite the storm we'd weathered. Three decades on the throne had taught me that power required sacrific
Five days. The number lived in my chest like a splinter, working itself deeper with each passing hour. I walked beside Amelia through the corridor that led from the war room to our bedroom, my hand at the small of her back, and tried not to count the hours. Ares hadn’t stopped growling in three days. Not the low, rumbling warning that meant danger was close, but something more constant than that, something that lived behind my sternum and refused to quiet no matter what I did. He paced the edges of my consciousness with his obsidian form pulled tight, circling the same territory over and over, and each time I reached for him through the bond he shoved the same image back at me: Amelia, still as marble on a medical bed, chest not moving, monitors screaming. Then, in the same breath, Amelia in that clearing, kneeling in the dirt beneath a blood moon with her eyes blank and her hands at her sides. ‘Stop it,’ I told him. He didn’t stop it. I looked at her from the corner of my eye,
Lukas’s hand found my waist as the door closed behind Dr. Thornwood, his palm warm through the fabric of my sweater. He guided me with careful pressure, and I let him, my body moving to his without conscious decision. His lap was solid beneath me, his chest a wall of heat at my back, and for a moment I let myself sink into the contact, my head finding the hollow of his collarbone with the particular certainty of something coming home.Dominic and Nico sat opposite, the two of them arranged in chairs that had been pulled close to the desk. Dominic’s scarred face was set in lines of controlled patience, his steel-grey eye fixed on the map with the particular focus of a man who’d been hunting the same prey for too long. Nico looked worse – dark circles shadowing his eyes, a fresh cut across his jaw that hadn’t been there yesterday. They’d been searching while I’d been lying in a medical bed, and the guilt of that sat in my chest like something physical.I took a breath. Held it. Let it g
I woke to cold sheets and the particular silence of an empty room. My hand found the space beside me before my eyes opened, palm pressing into the mattress where Amelia should have been, and for one terrible moment the fear was back, cold and certain. Then I remembered: she was awake. She was healing. She was mine.She stood by the wardrobe, already dressed in trousers and a loose sweater that swallowed her frame, running a brush through her copper hair with hands that still trembled slightly. The morning light caught the angles of her face, hollows where there should have been curves, and something in my chest twisted at the sight.“You’re supposed to be in bed,” I said, pushing myself upright. My voice came out rougher than I’d intended.Amelia didn’t look at me. “We won’t find Sera if I’m stuck in bed, Lukas.”I swung my legs over the edge of the mattress, feeling every hour of missed sleep in the stiffness of my shoulders. “Elara said—”“I know what Elara said.” She set the brush
I kept my arm around Amelia’s waist as we walked back to our bedroom, feeling the particular lightness of her body against mine with a protectiveness that bordered on possessiveness. Five days in a medical bed had left her thinner than she should have been, the curves I’d memorised with my hands reduced to angles that made something in my chest ache. She leaned into me more than she normally would, her steps careful but steady, and I matched my pace to hers without comment.The corridors of the palace were quieter than they should have been at this hour, most of the staff still confined to quarters after the Voice’s attack. The few guards we passed snapped to attention, their expressions carefully neutral though I caught the relief in their eyes at the sight of their queen walking under her own power. News traveled fast. By now, everyone would know Amelia was awake, was recovering, was—against all odds—still herself.
I woke to the sound of Lukas’s voice, low and controlled in the way that meant he was keeping a leash on his temper. My eyes stayed closed out of habit more than necessity—years of servant life had taught me the value of listening before being seen—and the medical wing resolved around me through sound alone: the steady beeping of monitors, the soft rustle of fabric, Dominic’s gravel voice answering Lukas with the particular precision of a man delivering bad news.“The rogue isn’t talking to me or Nico,” Dominic was saying, each word clipped with frustration. “Whatever Sera did to him, it left enough of him intact to recognise an enforcer when he sees one. He clams up the moment either of us enters the room.”Lukas made a sound that wasn’t quite a growl. “We need answers, Dominic. The blood moon…”“I’m aware of the timeline, my King.”I opened my eyes and stretched my neck, feeling the pop of vertebrae tha
The water hit my back like a physical blow, too hot by any reasonable standard but exactly what my exhausted body needed. I braced my forearms against the shower wall and let my head hang between my shoulders, water sluicing down my spine in sheets that turned the bathroom into a steam-filled cavern. Four days without proper sleep had left me running on something beyond exhaustion, a hollow, buzzing alertness that made every sensation too sharp and every thought too slow.I’d been standing there for—minutes? longer?—when Lily’s presence brushed against my mind. Not words. Just images, pushed through our tenuous connection with the particular lack of finesse that was pure Lily: Amelia, awake, propped against her pillows with one wrist still cuffed to the bed rail but the other free, a glass of water balanced carefully in her freed hand. She was rolling her eyes at something I couldn’t see, her copper hair falling around a face that had colou
I left Amelia on the balcony, the taste of victory still fresh in my mouth. Victoria's execution had sealed what the claiming bite had started – my mate had witnessed wolf justice delivered in her name and hadn't flinched. When I returned to our chambers at ten, the scent of bath oils and warm wa
I cried out as pain tore through me, sharp and brutal. My fingers clutched at the bedcovers, seeking an anchor against the storm of sensation as Lukas claimed me with punishing force. What had started as careful, almost gentle, had transformed in an instant—the moment his wolf took control.
I ended the security briefing with a dismissive wave, cutting Dominic off mid-sentence. He paused, his scarred face betraying a flicker of surprise before his professional mask slipped back into place. Ares had stirred restlessly throughout the meeting, but now he surged forward with sudden urgency
I stood by the window, watching Amelia as she prepared for the trial. Morning light caught in her copper hair, setting it ablaze against the dark fabric of the robe she wore. Her movements were careful, measured, betraying the nervousness she tried to hide. Three attendants hovered nearby, ready to







