LOGINAric’s POVEveryone rose immediately, not out of loyalty, but out of obligation and fear.Chairs scraped back in a jagged symphony. Robes swished. Shoes clicked into formation.Damon bowed deeply, his head bent so low it was almost desperate.Selene’s absence lingered in my mind like a phantom, but it was Ivana who stood in her place—dipping into a graceful curtsy, the kind that was technically perfect but spiritually mocking.Ministers, advisors, and guards aligned themselves in neat rows, their performance of reverence polished through generations of survival.I bowed last. Slowly. Always slowly.The King’s eyes flicked toward me briefly. It was only a fraction of a second, but I had spent a lifetime being dissected in those glances.The tension in his jaw told me everything:He didn’t want me here.But he needed me here.A contradiction that had defined most of my life.“Be seated,” he commanded.The murmurs died instantly, like someone had snuffed the air out of the room.The court
Aric’s POVThe King entered.Power did not announce itself loudly.It didn’t need to.It walked in quietly, wrapped in authority so absolute that the room bent around it without resistance.My father moved down the centre aisle with measured steps, his robes trailing behind him like a shadow stitched to his heels. His expression was composed, carved from the same cold control he had worn my entire life.But today—There was something else.Something sharper beneath the surface. Something watchful. Something… prepared.“Be seated,” he said.The command fell, and the entire court obeyed instantly. Fabric rustled. Chairs scraped. Silence returned. But it wasn’t the same silence as before.This one felt deliberate.Engineered.I leaned back slightly in my chair, one arm resting lazily against the armrest, my posture loose enough to appear unconcerned—but every instinct in me had already shifted into alertness.This wasn’t a normal session. This was a stage. And we were all already playing
Aric’s POVA soft, measured knock.Not the kind Damon’s guards used—those heavy, arrogant thuds meant to assert dominance.Not the crisp, rehearsed tapping of court messengers delivering bad news dressed in polished formality.This knock was different.Careful. Respectful.Almost hesitant.My butler.“Your Highness,” she called from the doorway, her voice quiet but steady, “you have… a visitor.”I frowned, straightening slightly.“A visitor?”Very few people dared come here uninvited. My villa sat far from the palace, deliberately placed at the quieter edge of the royal estate. A sanctuary. My choice—not the King’s.It was understood—silently enforced—that anyone seeking me would go through proper channels.They did not come here. They did not intrude.“For once,” I muttered under my breath, “life becomes more interesting.”Aloud, I said, “Send them in.”She bowed and stepped aside. The door opened.A man walked in.Tall. Immaculately dressed. Black coat tailored to precision. Rings gl
Aric’s POVI didn’t realise how hard my heart was pounding until I heard her voice.Selene.Soft. Breathless. Fragile in the way moonlight looks when it slips through cracked shutters—beautiful, but trembling on the edge of breaking.I had replayed her voice in my head all night. Every sleepless hour carving deeper grooves of worry into my skull. I had imagined a hundred scenarios. A hundred dangers. A hundred things that could have gone wrong in that palace.But hearing her now—alive, speaking, reaching out to me—made something in my chest loosen and tighten all at once.My grip on the phone shifted.I closed my eyes, forcing a slow breath past the iron weight in my lungs.“Selene…?” My voice dropped instinctively. Gentle. Careful. The way she needed. “Where are you calling from? Your number—”“It’s not mine,” she cut in quickly. “I’m using Diana’s. Damon broke my phone.”A cold blade of fury slid through my veins—clean, sharp, murderous.“He what?” The words came out before I could
Selene’s POVI wouldn’t call what I had last night sleep.It was more like drifting in and out of consciousness, trapped in that awful half-state where every sound, every movement, every breath felt too loud, too heavy, too close.I lay stiffly on the far edge of the bed—our bed—my back practically pressed against the cold wooden frame just to make a point.A stupid point, maybe.A childish one.But I needed that distance.Needed to show him, with my silence, what I couldn’t bring myself to say out loud without breaking apart.Damon didn’t touch me.Not once.And part of me appreciated that—genuinely. That he at least understood there were boundaries now. That he didn’t try to hold me or beg or crowd me in the dim hours of the night where my defences were weakest.But another part of me ached with a different kind of longing entirely.A different name. A different touch.A different man.Aric.Even thinking it made my chest tighten, like my heart itself was trying to fold in on somethi
Selene’s POVI wouldn’t call what I had last night sleep.It was more like drifting in and out of consciousness, trapped in that awful half-state where every sound, every movement, every breath felt too loud, too heavy, too close.I lay stiffly on the far edge of the bed—our bed—my back practically pressed against the cold wooden frame just to make a point.A stupid point, maybe.A childish one.But I needed that distance.Needed to show him, with my silence, what I couldn’t bring myself to say out loud without breaking apart.Damon didn’t touch me.Not once.And part of me appreciated that—genuinely. That he at least understood there were boundaries now. That he didn’t try to hold me or beg or crowd me in the dim hours of the night where my defences were weakest.But another part of me ached with a different kind of longing entirely.A different name.A different touch.A different man.Aric.Even thinking it made my chest tighten, like my heart itself was trying to fold in on someth
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







