FAZER LOGINJadeThe ink across the header was still fresh enough to smudge.Jade Williams.I snatched the thick parchment off my blotter, my heart hammering a furious tempo against my ribs as I spun toward the municipal archive doors."Lena!" I called out, marching into the front intake hall where my maid was sorting linen inventory logs. I thrust the housing deed petition beneath her nose. "Did you do this? Did you bribe one of the residential scribes?"Lena blinked down at the bold script, her brow knotting in genuine confusion. "Bribe a scribe with what coin, Lady Jade? I’ve been inventorying winter fleece since sunrise. What is that?""It’s an official housing petition," I whispered, scanning the neat columns of property assessments. "For a two-bedroom stone cottage on the southern slope. The filing fees are already stamped as paid in full."Lena’s jaw dropped, her eyes lighting up with sudden, conspiratorial delight. "Did King Aster—""No," a dry, crackling voice interrupted from the doorwa
JadeThe palace keep, with its grand marble colonnades and vaulted ceilings, had begun to feel like an ornate gilded cage.Every corridor carried the ghost of an encounter—Aster’s gentle, undemanding smiles on one side, and Asher’s suffocating, glacial silences on the other. Caught between the brother who was patiently courting me and the brother who had warned me not to become anything to him, I felt my identity blurring at the edges again.I refused to let that happen.I had not dragged myself through the freezing slush of the Free Man’s Land just to trade one Alpha’s definition of my worth for another’s. If I was going to exist in the Royal Pack, it would not be as Aster’s prospective Luna or as Asher’s administrative thorn.It would be as Jade.On Monday morning, I bypassed the royal council chambers entirely and marched directly into Master Vance’s cluttered office in the lower welfare wing."I need more responsibility, Master Vance," I announced without preamble, setting my satc
AsherHell was not a pit of fire and brimstone. Hell was an impeccably polite she-wolf with ice in her veins and an ink-stained ledger in her hands.For three days, I lived inside the exact reality I had demanded.Jade did not slam doors. She did not raise her voice, she did not corner me in the archives, and she certainly did not tilt her chin up to call me Your Grumpy Majesty. She had stripped away every trace of warmth, every hint of teasing defiance, and replaced it with a polished, impenetrable wall of royal court etiquette."Good morning, Your Majesty," she said when we crossed paths in the colonnade on Tuesday, dipping into a flawless, mechanical curtsy without pausing her stride. Her dark eyes swept over the brass buttons of my coat, never once rising to meet my face."Your Majesty," she murmured on Wednesday, stepping two paces to the side so I could pass through the double doors of the council chamber, keeping her hands tucked demurely inside the sleeves of her plum dress.W
JadeThe words struck like an iron mallet against bare glass.You are my brother’s woman, Jade. Stop trying to become something to me too.The heavy silence that followed was suffocating, thick with the sound of the crackling hearth and the rapid, jagged rhythm of my own pulse. The air seemed to vanish from the room, leaving me lightheaded and hollow.I stood paralyzed before the obsidian desk, staring up at Asher’s rigid, towering frame.Of all the cruelties I had braced myself for—criticisms of my logistics manifests, complaints about my presence in the archives, even another cold dismissal of my background—nothing had prepared me for the sheer, venomous presumption of that statement.What cut the deepest, carving through every defense I had rebuilt over the last two months, was the ugly assumption beneath it.I had never asked him for romance. I had never flirted with him, never hinted at an illicit attraction, never tried to wedge myself between the Twin Kings. When I bought that
AsherThe image of her swollen, flushed lips was burned into the back of my eyelids.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her standing beneath the torchlight in the gallery—breathless, radiant, carrying my twin brother’s scent like an invisible garland around her throat.Aster kissed her.The realization sat in my gut like molten lead, heavy, toxic, and burning through every wall I had painstakingly erected. It was one thing to know Aster was courting her from a respectful distance; it was an entirely different torment to know that their mouths had met, that she had yielded to him, and that the future I had dreaded was steadily locking into place.My feelings had metastasized into something rotten, dangerous, and utterly intolerable. To look at Jade with longing while my brother was building a life with her was not just weakness—it was treason. It was a filthy, cowardly betrayal of the only family I had left in this world.I had to excise the rot before it destroyed us all.I threw myse
AsterThe conservatory terrace in the palace’s southern glasshouse was one of the few places where the mountain chill couldn't reach. Heated by underground thermal flues and lit by lanterns floating inside glass globes, it smelled of crushed mint, blooming night-orchids, and damp earth.I pulled back the wrought-iron chair for Jade, smiling as she smoothed down the dark plum wool of her dress.Over the weeks since we first walked in the gardens, the change in her was nothing short of breathtaking. When she had first arrived in this territory, she had carried herself like a cornered wolf—shoulders hunched inward, chin defensively high, bracing for the inevitable strike. Tonight, she sat across the small candlelit table with an easy, radiant grace. She laughed freely at my stories, sampled the roasted duck and spiced plums without hesitation, and spoke with the steady assurance of a woman who knew her place in the world was entirely earned."You look stunning tonight, Jade," I said, lea







