LOGINDamon’s POV“My wife hates me,” I whispered before I even realised I had spoken.“She clearly does,” he replied, blunt and merciless. “Which is why she went to your brother.”That cut through me like a blade.A slow, deep ache opened beneath my ribs, the kind that travelled upward and tightened around my throat. I dragged in a shaky breath, but even that felt like a struggle.He rested a hand briefly, almost awkwardly, on my shoulder.“Damon… it is obvious Selene does not want reconciliation. And since you will be the future king, you need to cut your losses.”I jerked back from him, disbelief snapping inside me like brittle glass.Cut my losses?He wanted me to treat my marriage like a failed investment? Something to discard once the returns stopped being convenient?His eyes didn’t soften. Not even a fraction.“Let her go while you can still keep her friendship,” he continued, voice maddeningly calm. “That is the best option for you. If she ever wants to return in the future, you ca
Damon’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 POVI didn’t know how long I stayed in that office after speaking with Sebastien.Minutes.Maybe hours.Time had stopped meaning anything.The night seemed to close in around me, tightening like a noose, the silence thick and suffocating as it filled every corner of the room. It felt like I was trapped inside something lifeless, something hollow—a grave built from everything I had destroyed with my own hands.Sebastien’s voice still echoed faintly in my head.The way he had sighed.The way he had spoken gently.The way he had said I can’t promise he’ll listen.Even after everything I had said, after breaking myself open so completely I could barely hold the phone steady, I was still here.Alone.Surrounded by the wreckage of my own making.I should have stayed away.I should have given her space.I should have let her breathe, let her think, let her feel something other than exhaustion and resentment.But patience was a luxury for men who weren’t losing everything.Men who wer
Selene’s POVFour moons.That was how long I’d been gone from the packhouse. Four moons since I’d walked out of the Alpha’s wing and left behind the life everyone believed I would crawl back to.And for those four nights, my communicator crystal hadn’t stopped pulsing.Damon called at dawn, dusk, m
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







