LOGINShe was never meant to be chosen. Tahlia Osadebe has spent twenty-five years as the punchline of her own pack — too soft, too quiet, too big — while her sister collects compliments and custom-tailored praise. In secret, Tahlia is the one holding the territory together, balancing books no one else will look at, dismissed by everyone who should be grateful. Then the Moon Goddess plays her cruelest joke yet. At the kingdom's most sacred festival, the mate bond snaps into place between Tahlia and Ronan Edevane — the Alpha Prince every she-wolf in the kingdom dreams of claiming. For one breathless second, she lets herself believe fate might finally be kind. Instead, Ronan looks her over in front of hundreds of wolves and laughs. "I reject you, fatass." The bond tears loose. The courtyard erupts. Tahlia collapses to her knees as her sister smiles. But rejection doesn't break her. It frees her. When Alaric Neron — the quiet, formidable new Alpha of a failing neighboring territory — sees the mind everyone else overlooked, he does what no one else ever has: he chooses her for her intellect, not her body. Power. Respect. A future where she's no one's joke. Meanwhile, the prince who discarded his fated mate in public is unraveling. His wolf won't settle. His instincts won't quiet. And every time he watches Tahlia smile at another man, the regret cuts deeper than any blade ever could. She was the girl nobody wanted. Now two Alphas are ready to burn the world down for her. And Tahlia? She's done being chosen. She's ready to choose herself.
View MoreTahlia's POV"One of us will never leave. I'd like it noted that I read that sentence too, and I'm still saying no."Ronan stood in the stable yard at dawn with his arms folded and his jaw set. I tightened my saddle girth and didn't look at him. Cassian waited by the gate with twenty riders, pretending to inspect his reins."Wray found a procedural delay," I said. "Alaric's hearing is postponed ten days. You told me so yourself.""Which means I have ten days to keep the council from hanging him, and I can't do that from a swamp.""She asked for me alone.""She threatened to kill one of us.""She threatened a hypothetical." I turned to face him. "If I bring an army, she disappears again. She's spent twenty-six years learning how."He stared at me. Then he crossed the yard in four strides, caught my face in his hands, and kissed me hard enough to make me forget the horses."Three words," he said against my mouth. "Every night.""Still alive. Miss you.""Better."Greyfen was three days o
Ronan's POV"Nobody paints a scar that carefully from memory, Majesty. Whoever sat for this sat still for hours and let him work from her face."Pelham Orr, master of the Miniaturists' Guild, held the little portrait an inch from his nose, a jeweler's glass screwed into one eye. His shop in the lower city smelled of linseed and crushed lapis. Cassian stood at my shoulder. Outside, six guards pretended to admire the street.I had given myself one hour. A rider waited at the palace gate with his horse already saddled, and every minute I kept the painting from Tahlia felt like theft. But I couldn't send her a face I didn't understand."Can you tell me who made it?""Not by name. The good ones never sign." Orr turned the frame over. "But I can tell you where. This blue in the window is ground from a mineral found only in the Greyfen marshes, three days' ride north. And the brass carries a reed hallmark. One smith in Greyfen stamps it.""Greyfen," Cassian said. "They haven't paid tribute i
Tahlia's POV"Twenty-five years. You had twenty-five years to tell me I had a sister."My voice echoed off the cellar walls. The lantern flame shivered between us, and my mother sat on the bottom stair with her hands over her face. Cassian had retreated halfway up the steps, as close to invisible as a man his size could manage."I know.""I asked you about my birth a hundred times. I asked why Corvin never looked at me. I asked why I had no baby pictures, no stories, no one who remembered me small. You told me the midwife died and the records burned. You let me think there was nothing to find.""I let you think what was safest.""Safest for whom?" I crouched in front of her. "Don't say me. Say it plainly."She lowered her hands. Her eyes were swollen, and for the first time in my life she didn't look away. "For me. Partly for me. If I told you, you would have gone looking, and I couldn't survive losing a second daughter."The honesty hit harder than a lie would have."Who took her?""
Tahlia's POV"One of these is a lie."I held both certificates up to the lantern, side by side, and my voice came out steadier than I felt. Same parchment, same crimson wax, same registry stamp. Same name, written twice in the same careful hand.My mother stood on the bottom stair with her fingers pressed against her lips."Which one?" I asked."Read them again.""I've read them four times.""Read them properly, Tahlia. Not as a daughter. As the woman who found Corliss's forged betrothal in an afternoon."Cassian had crept down the stairs behind her, and I felt him hover at the edge of the lantern's glow. I didn't turn. I lowered my eyes to the first certificate and made myself see it the way I saw ledgers, as a column of figures that either balanced or didn't.Tahlia Osadebe. Daughter of Seraphine Osadebe and Corvin Osadebe, of the pack of Briar Hollow. Born the fourteenth night of the harvest moon, at the fifth hour before dawn.Corvin was the man who raised me, the one who'd sat at












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