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CHAPTER 31

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Draven's POV

Marcus brought me the report at first light. One name, underlined twice — his way of telling me he was confident without saying so directly.

Wren. Senior guard, twelve years in the pack. The kind of man nobody watched because nobody had ever needed to.

I didn't act on it immediately. Confidence wasn't proof, and proof was the only thing I cared about. I had Marcus follow him for four days — quietly, no pattern to it that Wren would notice. Where he went on his hours off. Who he spo
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  • Rejected by the Alpha Heir, Mated to His Rival Brother   CHAPTER 31

    Draven's POVMarcus brought me the report at first light. One name, underlined twice — his way of telling me he was confident without saying so directly.Wren. Senior guard, twelve years in the pack. The kind of man nobody watched because nobody had ever needed to.I didn't act on it immediately. Confidence wasn't proof, and proof was the only thing I cared about. I had Marcus follow him for four days — quietly, no pattern to it that Wren would notice. Where he went on his hours off. Who he spoke to. What he did with his coin.By the third night, Marcus had it. A tavern two villages east, well outside our usual patrol routes. A man there Wren met with regularly — not a pack member, not anyone Marcus recognized, careful enough to never give a name.By the fourth day, I had what I needed.I sent for Wren that evening. Quiet request, delivered by a runner, nothing in the wording that would alarm him. He came in relaxed, the way a man does when he believes he's done nothing wrong and has

  • Rejected by the Alpha Heir, Mated to His Rival Brother   CHAPTER 30

    Ciara’s POVI found Draven that evening on the wide terrace overlooking the pack gardens.He was standing at the stone railing with a glass he hadn't touched, looking out over the grounds. The garden below was lit by lanterns strung between the trees, their light moving softly in the evening breeze. He turned when he heard my footsteps."How was she?" he asked."Honest." I leaned against the railing beside him. "Aggressively, completely honest. I found it refreshing and slightly terrifying."The corner of his mouth moved. "Sit."There were two chairs set back from the railing. We took them, turned slightly toward each other, the garden spread out below us and the night settling in around the edges."Tell me," he said.So I did. I told him about the *Veyrath* — the name, the history, the myth of the Moon Goddess and what Serafine believed about it. I told him about the politics of it, the old packs that had built alliances around it, the ones that had tried to control it. I told him wh

  • Rejected by the Alpha Heir, Mated to His Rival Brother   CHAPTER 29

    Ciara's POVA week had passed since we returned from my uncle's pack, and I had kept my distance from Draven.I simply needed space to think, and he — to his credit — had given it without making me ask twice. He didn't crowd me. Didn't send Marcus with polite summons or manufacture reasons to appear wherever I was. He simply... left room.Which should have helped.It didn't entirely.Because the space I'd put between us somehow made me more aware of him, not less. The morning he passed me in the corridor and said nothing, just inclined his head slightly, his eyes holding mine for a second before he moved on — I thought about that look for the rest of the day and couldn't explain why. The evening we ended up at the same table during a pack dinner and he'd leaned over once to say something dry and quiet about the Beta seated across from us, and I'd had to press my lips together to keep from laughing — that had been worse. The warmth of it had sat in my chest long after I'd gone to bed

  • Rejected by the Alpha Heir, Mated to His Rival Brother   CHAPTER 28

    Kaden's POVThe library was one of the quietest rooms in the pack house — high shelves, north-facing windows, the kind of cold grey light that discouraged casual visitors. I had always liked it for that reason. Most people only came here when they needed something specific. It was not a room for lingering.Ciara was lingering.She sat in the chair nearest the window with a book open across her knees and her eyes somewhere else entirely. On her wrist, a thin braided bracelet — worn, the colors faded. She was turning it slowly between her fingers without seeming to know she was doing it. Her expression was something I didn't have a name for. Grief that had been picked up and examined and not yet put back down.I stopped at the door.Garrett's voice in my head, already composing the sentence he would use if he saw me standing here: *My lord, what exactly are you hoping to accomplish.* Reasonable question. I didn't have a reasonable answer.I walked in anyway.She heard me and looked up.

  • Rejected by the Alpha Heir, Mated to His Rival Brother   CHAPTER 27

    Draven's POVThe pack gates opened as the carriage rolled through, and the usual business of arrival began immediately — guards straightening, stable hands moving toward the horses, faces turning from every direction to see who had returned and in what condition.I stepped down first.The courtyard felt louder than when we'd left, or perhaps I had simply grown accustomed to the quiet of foreign territory. Marcus appeared from somewhere to my left within seconds, falling into step beside me with the compiled report already in hand, his expression carrying the economy of a man with a great deal to say and the discipline to wait until asked."Later," I said quietly.He nodded and dropped back.Ciara stepped down from the carriage behind me. She had straightened herself on the journey — spine level, chin up, the composed exterior she wore when she knew eyes were on her. Half the courtyard had found remarkably urgent reasons to be looking in our direction, and the whispers had already beg

  • Rejected by the Alpha Heir, Mated to His Rival Brother   CHAPTER 26

    Ciara's POVThe trees outside the window moved past in long grey intervals, bare branches against a sky that couldn't decide between cloud and light. I watched them with an absent mind, my thumb moving slowly over the worn bead on my mother's bracelet.Across from me, Draven worked through a stack of papers Marcus had prepared for him.He read with complete attention, made occasional notes in the margin with a pen he produced from his coat, and gave no indication that he was aware of being observed.I watched him anyway.The line of his jaw when he was concentrating. The small movements when he turned a page. The way he'd set three papers aside in a separate stack, which meant he was already sorting problems by priority even now, even here, before we'd cleared the border properly.My uncle's voice in my head: *Keep your eyes open.*I was trying.That was the problem.The more I watched Draven, the more I noticed things I had no business noticing. Not useful things. Not the sort of de

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