LOGINDamon’s POVThe moment the words left my mouth, the air shifted.Not subtly. Not quietly.But sharply—like something invisible had just been drawn across a battlefield, a line etched into the ground that could not be erased.Ivana stared at me. Really stared. Not like a mother.Not like a queen.But like a strategist reassessing a piece she thought she already understood.“You think you have a say in this?” she asked slowly.Her voice had changed. No longer sharp. No longer loud.Just… cold.Controlled. Dangerous. I held her gaze without flinching.“For the first time in my life,” I said, “yes.”Something flickered in her eyes.Surprise?,No. Recognition.And that, more than anything, made her expression darken. Because she understood what this was.Not defiance. Not rebellion. Not a tantrum.This— was a decision. Final. Unmovable.She straightened slowly, her posture regaining its usual regal precision, but there was something tighter in the way she held herself now. Something coiled benea
Aric’s POVThe words didn’t move me.They should have.A command from the King. A direct order. A line drawn in iron and blood.But all I felt…was clarity. Something inside me stilled completely, like the eye of a storm settling into perfect, terrifying calm.My gaze didn’t leave his. “Say that again.”My voice was quiet. Too quiet. General Hargrove paused mid-step near the door. Ivana’s breath hitched faintly beside us. Even the guards outside seemed to feel it, the shift in the air, the way tension coiled tighter, sharper, ready to snap.The King’s eyes narrowed slightly.“I said,” he repeated, slower this time, more deliberate, “you are forbidden from going anywhere near Selene.”Selene.Not Cassandra. Not a title. Not a position.Just her. And somehow that made it worse.Something dark stirred beneath my ribs.Low. Dangerous.Ancient.The wolf didn’t like that. Didn’t like being told to stay away.Didn’t like being commanded to abandon what it had already marked as its own. I exhaled
Aric’s POVFor the first time in a long time… I didn’t know what to say.The document in his hand felt heavier than anything in this room.He wasn’t offering me a deal. He was offering me a chain. And the worst part?It wasn’t forged out of power. It was forged out of necessity. Famine. Starvation.People who would never know my name, never care about court politics, never understand the wars fought behind closed doors—people who would simply suffer if I refused.My fingers curled slowly at my sides. “You’re asking me to sell my life,” I said quietly.The King didn’t flinch. “I’m asking you to fulfil your duty.”A bitter smile pulled at my lips. “Duty,” I repeated.The word tasted like ash.“You’ve always been good at dressing control up as responsibility,” I continued, my voice low, measured. “But let’s not pretend this is anything noble.”His eyes narrowed. “This is leverage.”Silence stretched between us. Cold. Tense.“You think I don’t see it?” I went on. “You hold the kingdom in
Aric’s POVI didn’t sleep.I tried—God knows I tried—but my mind refused to rest. It was chaos, a battlefield of thoughts colliding, instincts clawing beneath my skin, my wolf restless in a way I couldn’t silence.The suite in Belmont felt smaller tonight. Tighter., Suffocating., Luxury pressed in from every corner, cold and untouched, almost mocking in its perfection.I paced the length of the room again, my steps silent against the thick carpet, my jaw tight, shoulders rigid.Tomorrow.I was leaving for Eldenwald tomorrow.,Everything else had been cleared., Meetings cancelled.Negotiations postponed., Ministers dismissed., Nothing mattered anymore., Nothing except getting back to her., The woman the King said wasn’t my concern.The woman Damon had dragged away like she was something to be claimed.The woman who, for the first time in years, made me feel something that wasn’t numb duty or calculated restraint.Selene., And I hadn’t heard from her since her phone went dead.I had call
Damon’s POVThe phone rang only once before Sebastien answered.One ring.That was all it took for my pulse to lose any resemblance to something steady. It stuttered, climbed into my throat, thick and suffocating, a pressure that made it hard to swallow, hard to breathe, hard to even stand still.In that brief space between the first tone and the click of connection, my mind ran through a hundred different outcomes.I didn’t know what he would say when he heard my voice.I didn’t know if he would help me—or if he would cut me down the way Aric always did.Not with shouting. Not with insults. Just silence. Cold, controlled, cutting silence.Aric’s silence had always felt like a blade pressed to the throat—quiet, but lethal.And I feared Sebastien might carry that same edge tonight. I didn’t know if he would stand with me…or with him.But when the line connected, what I heard wasn’t steel.It wasn’t judgment. It wasn’t that quiet superiority Aric wore so effortlessly.What I heard was
Damon’s POVI didn’t remember walking back to my wing.I didn’t remember the corridor, the guards stiffening as I passed, or the murmurs that followed in my wake. I didn’t remember the bowed heads—the same gestures that had once filled me with pride when I was still the Crown Prince, still the future Alpha King.Now, every bow felt like mockery. Every greeting felt like pity. Every glance felt like a whisper behind my back.He couldn’t even keep his mate.By the time I reached my office, my chest was so tight it felt like it might cave in on itself. I shut the door behind me and leaned against it, my palms flat against the wood as I forced myself to breathe.In. Out. Slow it down. Think.But the storm inside my head wouldn’t quiet.It spun violently, thoughts crashing into each other, sharp and merciless.Where had it gone wrong? Not the arguments. Not the distance.Not even the lies I had convinced myself were small enough to hide.No, I meant the exact moment everything collapsed.S
Selene’s POVThe moment I stepped into the Bloodmoon Throne Hall, the air shifted.Conversations died mid-sentence. Music stumbled. Wolves who had spent their lives mastering composure forgot how to breathe.For a heartbeat, the entire room—the nobles, the Elders, the ranked wolves, the courtiers—s
Selene’s POVLuna Ivana never broke her promises.And that was the problem. Her promises were never gifts, they were traps, wrapped in silk and sealed with poison.The next morning, she summoned my parents.They arrived with stiff backs and tighter expressions, every step echoing their shame. My f
Selene’s POVThe villa doors yawed open before we even crossed the threshold. Two attendants stood in the entry, bowing as if they’d been waiting on my arrival all evening. Their faces were composed; their eyes betrayed the curiosity of those who know more than they dare say.“Welcome, Luna,” the t
Selene’s POVThe engine’s low hum filled the night, steady and hollow like a heartbeat in a crypt.“Where to, Luna?” the driver asked, glancing at me through the rearview mirror. His tone was careful—deferential—but I caught the flicker of pity in his eyes.Where to?For the first time in my life,







