LOGINThe morning after the shopping trip, Ava slept through breakfast.She woke up to sunlight already high and her phone showing thirty minutes past the hour. She was out of bed and into the bathroom before she was fully awake, moving with the panicked energy of someone who had been late for things their entire life and had never quite shed the anxiety of it.Clean clothes. Hair down. Out the door.Her feet found Sebastian's study without her consciously deciding to go there. She pushed the door open without knocking.He was standing up from his desk when she walked in, and the smile that crossed his face when he saw her was the quick, unguarded kind that he clearly had not planned."Why didn't you wake me up?" she said immediately."Good morning, Ava.""Sebastian." She crossed her arms. "Your father and Fiona are already looking for reasons to dislike me. Sleeping through breakfast is not helping.""You were peaceful," he said, moving toward her and settling his hands at her waist with a
The afternoon had been exactly what Ava needed.She walked through the mall with Isabelle like someone who had been holding her breath for years and had only just remembered she was allowed to stop. They went through everything — clothes, shoes, things with no practical purpose that Ava picked up simply because she could. She tried on a hat that was wrong for her face and Isabelle had to hold the wall. She bought a book because the cover was green. A candle that smelled like rain.And a simple silver bracelet that she put on in the fitting room and did not take off.At the end of it she found the staff member who had stayed with them the entire time and placed two thousand dollars in her hand."Thank you, Doris," she said simply.The woman stared at the money. Then at Ava."Thank you, Ma'am," she said, and meant every word.Ava smiled and walked out.She did not tell Isabelle that two thousand dollars used to be two months of café wages. She did not say that she had spent years walkin
Ava's POVI was still on the bed when Sebastian came back."You take afternoon naps now," he said, walking in and looking at me with something between amusement and relief — like he had half expected to find the room empty."There is nothing to do in this palace," I said, sitting up. "I have been lying here staring at the ceiling for two hours. I think I might actually die of boredom.""There is plenty to do here.""Name one thing."He said nothing for a moment."Let's go shopping," he said. "Just the two of us."I sat up straighter.Then I thought about it. Sebastian in public. The Lycan King walking through shops while people bowed and stared and cleared paths and made everything formal and strange and watched."Can Isabelle come instead?" I asked. "You being there would draw too much attention. I just want a normal afternoon. You understand, right?"Something moved across his face. Gone before I could name it."I'll tell her to get ready," he said flatly.He picked up his phone and
Ava's POVI sat on Sebastian's bed for a long time after he left.The boxes were still in my room downstairs. My clothes were still in them. My decision to leave had not changed.But my feet were not moving.I lay back against the pillow and stared at the chandelier above me and thought about what he had said at the door."I am not losing you."No performance. No calculation. Just the words, plain and direct, and then he was gone.I pressed my hands over my face.This was the problem with Sebastian. Every time I built a wall solid enough to stand behind, he said or did something that cracked it without even trying. He did not beg. He did not explain himself endlessly. He just stated things like they were already decided and walked away and left me sitting with it.I hated that it worked.I hated that I was still lying on his bed instead of walking out the front gate.Janet's voice came back to me."You cannot be queen."Then Sebastian's."I am not losing you."Two people. Two differen
Ava's POVI had the first box half full before Sebastian walked through the door.He stopped in the middle of the room and looked at the boxes. Then at me, emerging from the closet with another armful of dresses."What is this?" he asked."Packing." I dropped the clothes into the box and straightened up. "I'm leaving, Sebastian."His brows pulled together. "What are you talking about?""You heard your parents this morning." I kept my voice flat and even. "I cannot be queen. I cannot be your mate. Not properly. Not here." I pressed my hands to my waist. "Staying is only going to make things harder for you. I need to go."He stared at me."Have you lost your mind?""No. I've found it, actually.""Ava —""Your mother said it herself. Your people will not follow a queen without a wolf. I don't have one. That is not going to change." I turned back to the box. "I am not going to be the reason your throne is threatened.""What do you think of me?"I stopped."Answer me." His voice was steady
Ava's POVEdgar stayed in his seat like the entire room belonged to him.Which, once upon a time, it had."Have you gone mad?" he said. "Do you know who you are speaking to?""I know exactly who I am speaking to," Sebastian said.Janet moved to his side quickly, her hand on his arm. She knew her son. She knew Edgar. She understood what happened when neither of them decided to back down.Edgar's eyes were already shifting — darkening at the edges, his Lycan pressing forward."Sebastian." Janet kept her voice low. "Please.""Don't stop me, mother." He pulled away from her hand. "Do you know what they did to Ava last night?"Janet turned to look at Fiona, who stood with her arms folded and her jaw set, wearing the expression of someone who felt entirely justified."They dragged her out of her room at midnight," Sebastian said. "By her hair. Took her to his study. She was slapped and threatened." He slammed his hand on the table. "She is my mate!"Fiona moved before anyone could stop her.







