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Leah
The sun shone a lot brighter today. I knew my mother was watching this beautiful day.
The birds chirped softly as the soft wedding music wafted into my ears, as my father, Alpha King James, held my hand softly, his eyes crinkling by the side as he took me in, as I wore my mother’s wedding dress, and her face, with just my father’s eyes.
“You look so beautiful.” He whispered, the emotions taking a toll on his resistance to the tears that pooled in the corner of her eyes. “I wish she could see you now.”
I let out a shaky breath as I shook my hand in his. “I miss her.”
If she hadn't been murdered in cold blood by my father’s enemy, she would have been here.
“I’m sure she's proud of you. I know I am.” He placed a kiss on my head, and we began to walk down the aisle.
The whole kingdom was here, the air filled with excitement and the scent of my favorite flowers, but I could only focus on Seth, my father’s young beta.
My Fiance. He stood handsome, his lips tugged into a soft smile as his eyes met mine, and my heart bloomed with love as I took him in. Attractive, tall, and smart, Seth wasn't my fated mate, but I have loved him forever. He was my soulmate, and today marked the start of the rest of my life with him.
My father stopped me in front of him, placing my delicate hand in Seth’s. “Take care of my princess,” he whispered, taking his place behind me.
Seth smiled softly as he gazed into my eyes. “I always will.”
The world seemed to fall away until it was just us, and I blinked hard to push back my tears.
“Careful, Leah. If you cry now, people will think you’re marrying me out of pity.”
A watery laugh escaped me, blending into a sob. “You’re impossible.”
“And yet,” his grin softened tenderly, “you’re still here. About to make me the luckiest man in the kingdom.” He placed a hand on my face softly, “Don't cry, my heart. There's nothing in this world that matters more than this moment for me. You are perfect.”
My heart squeezed with love as I looked up at him, and he squeezed my hand once, steady and sure, like he always was.
If only I had known this would be the last time I’d see his smile, I would have memorized every curve of it.
“Do you, Beta Seth,” The officiant’s voice carried the words which echoed through the hall as everyone held their breath, “Take Alpha Princess Leah, as your lawfully wedded wife and partner till death do you part?”
His eyes met mine, and the most tender smile widened his lips. “I…—”
Silence.
His smile dropped as the words could no longer leave his lips. His hand went limp in mine.
It all happened in a second. My life fell apart in a twinkle of an eye as the next thing I registered was a piercing scream tearing through my throat as the blood of my soul mate sprayed on my mother’s white dress as a sword sliced through Seth’s chest and out, stealing my soul from me.
“No!” I roared as Seth fell lifeless onto the floor. “Stay with me,” I sobbed, shaking him, pressing my hands to the wound, as though my touch could stop the bleeding and hold his soul in. “Please, Seth, don’t leave me. Please.”
But the light was already gone from his gaze. His lips, once smiling at me in love, now stilled.
My heart split in two.
A shadow loomed over us.
I looked up and froze.
Tall. Dark. Night itself carved into flesh. A scar slashed through his eye, veins and tattoos coiling along his arms like snakes. But none of it stole my breath as much as his eyes.
Grey. Cold. Familiar.
My wolf snarled with recognition. A single word pulsed through me, echoing in my bones.
Mate.
“Hello, Princess.” A smirk widened his lips, a contrast to the hatred in his eyes. “We finally meet.”
For a moment, the world narrowed to just him, his voice, his eyes, the darkness he wore like armor, and my wolf’s awareness of all six foot five of him.
But my gaze dropped to the sword he gripped in his hand, and reality slapped into me like a gut punch. Screams of our subjects as rogues attacked and subdued them forcefully, Seth’s loveless body bleeding away on the floor.
“You monster!” I screamed into his face. “You killed my fiancé!”
The man simply stared at me, his gaze holding mine as if I were nothing but an inconvenience. “Indeed.”
His indifference to Seth’s death pierced through my chest and filled me with rage, as if Seh had not been my whole world and he snatched it away. Despite my wolf’s desperate need to mate with his wolf, anger fueled me, and I growled. “How dare you? You've destroyed my life!”
Before I could attack him once more, a deep, familiar, and shaking voice broke through the confusion as my chest heaved with grief-filled rage.
“You can't take him, Leahh. Please, Ares, let my daughter go. She has nothing to do with this. She has no idea what’s going on.”
Dad.
“Father!” I screamed as I witnessed him being roughly pushed to the ground, the threat of a knife around his neck, as the guards tied his hands behind his back.
The monster, RoguKingng, smirked as his eyelid on Father, and he took strides towards him.
Don't hurt my father, you monster!” I yelled, but was held back by a guard.
Dad’s gaze shot to me, “Stay back, Leah. hes dangerous.”
“Yes, princess, listen to daddy,” he taunted as he gripped Father harshly by the throat. “He made me this way.” Then his fist cracked against my father’s jaw with a sickening thud.
“Ugh—” Father grunted, staggering sideways, blood spraying from his mouth before he could steady himself. My heart lurched into my throat.
“Father!” I screamed, frozen in shock as Ares seized him by the collar and slammed another punch into his face. The sound of breaking flesh echoed through the hall.
James dropped to his knees, coughing blood onto the marble floor, his hands bound, his chest heaving.
Ares gripped my father’s hair harshly; he winced from the pain. “We meet again, King James. Remember me? Or how twenty-one years ago dulled your memory?”
Father choked against his grip, coughing hard, crimson staining his lips. “I could never forget that face. How are you…”
“Alive?” his velvety voice asked with a raise of his brows as he tightened his grip. “You thought you cleaned your tracks, don't you? Let’s just say you are sloppy for an evil mastermind.”
My father’s jaw clenched. “What do you want? Revenge? Go ahead, Ares, kill me!”
I didn't understand what was going on. Why was my father shocked at this coup? Why did this stranger accuse my father of things?
I couldn't think as Seth’s body went cold in front of me. All I could think was how I hated this man, Ares, the Rogue king who killed my mother. Even if my wolf held on to his scent and every action he made.
Ares smirked, and I could see the exact moment my father’s fate would be sealed.
I didn’t think. I couldn’t. I ran, prying myself away from the grips of the rogues.
I fell to my knees at Ares’s feet, blood soaking into my mother’s dress, my voice shattering as I begged, “Please. Don’t kill him. I’ll do anything.”
His grey eyes found mine, cold and sharp, a storm I couldn’t look away from.
“Anything?” His voice was smooth, curling down my spine. “Princess, I was going to do whatever I wanted to you regardless.” He leaned closer, smirk cutting like a blade. “Your father will still die. Slowly. But you, I would make you suffer just like your father made me. I would make you my thing, lower than a slave.”
His hand gripped my face, sending tingles because of the mate bond, and I shuddered as his finger grazed my lower lip. “ You would beg, and plead, and scream endlessly, just like my people did. And when I'm done with you, I will slaughter you, just like I would do to your father.”
He pulled away coldly, glaring at me.
“None of you deserve to live. And none of you will.
His threat echoed as he glared me down, before turning to his people, who had successfully turned the pack into scraps.
“Round up our new slaves. We have a coronation to plan for your new Alpha king.”
He walked up to the throne chair, every stomp of his echoing in the depths of my heart, and spread into it as if he was born for it, his gaze holding mine. His lips curled.
“Me.”
“Fine,” my mother said, though she didn’t look convinced. “Just discussing final details.” “Wonderful.” Adrian’s arm slid around my waist. “Elena and I should get going. We have the menu tasting this afternoon.” As we left, I felt my mother’s eyes on my back. She knew something was wrong. But knowing and being able to help were two different things. The menu tasting was another exercise in control. Every dish I preferred, Adrian rejected. “Too simple,” he’d say. Or “Not impressive enough.” He chose everything. The food. The wine. The presentation. “This is our wedding,” I finally said. “Shouldn’t I have some say?” “Of course you should.” His smile was indulgent. “But darling, you’re not thinking clearly. Still weak from your illness. Let me handle the details. I know what’s best.” What’s best. Translation: what he wanted. “I don’t like fish,” I said when he selected a seafood course. “You’ll learn to like it.” His hand covered mine. “I’ll teach you.” The head chef look
ElenaThe next morning, I woke to find Elinor shaking me gently.“You need to get up,” she said quietly. “Adrian sent word. He’s taking you to the seamstress this morning. For the wedding dress.”I wanted to refuse. Wanted to stay in bed and let the fever take me.But Adrian’s threats hung over me like a sword.“Help me dress,” I said.Elinor’s hands were gentle as she helped me into a simple gown. My body still ached from the broken bond. Every movement felt like wading through deep water.“You don’t have to do this,” Elinor whispered as she laced my dress. “Tell your father. Tell him what Adrian really is.”“I can’t.” My voice was hollow. “He’ll kill Kieran.”“Kieran is already gone—”“But not dead.” I met her eyes in the mirror. “And as long as he’s alive, I have to protect him. Even if it costs me everything.”She looked like she wanted to argue. But she just finished the laces in silence.Adrian arrived precisely on time.He smiled when he saw me, his expression warm and loving.
ElenaI watched from my window as dawn broke over the palace.Below, in the courtyard, a small group was preparing to leave. Horses. Supplies. Guards escorting a single rider north.Kieran.My hand pressed against the cold glass as if I could reach him from here. As if the distance between my tower window and the courtyard below wasn’t an impossible chasm.He didn’t look up.Why would he? The bond was broken. He couldn’t feel me watching. Couldn’t sense my desperation, my grief, my need to run to him.He mounted his horse with fluid grace despite the beating Adrian’s men had given him. Even from here, I could see the stiffness in his movements. The way he favored his left side.They’d broken ribs. Split his lip. Blackened his eye.All because he’d touched me.All because I hadn’t been brave enough to choose him before it was too late.The group began to move. Heading toward the gates. Toward the northern border. Toward a life that didn’t include me.I wanted to scream. To throw open t
Elena“Adrian—” I started.“Don’t.” He held up a hand. “Don’t lie to me. Not now. I can see it. I can see everything.”“It’s not what it looks like—”“Isn’t it?” His voice was cold. “Because it looks like my fiancée is on a terrace with her bodyguard. Looking very much like she’s been kissing him. Looking very much like there’s something between them.”Silence.Heavy and damning.“How long?” Adrian asked quietly.“Adrian, please—”“How long, Elena?” His voice rose. “How long have you been sneaking around with him? How long have you been lying to me?”I couldn’t answer. Couldn’t speak.Kieran stepped forward. “My lord, this is my fault—”“Stay out of this.” Adrian’s eyes never left me. “I’m talking to my fiancée. The woman who’s supposed to marry me in ten days. The woman I thought loved me. So I’ll ask again. How long?”“Since the storm,” I whispered.He laughed bitterly. “The storm. Of course. When you were trapped in the tower. When I was worried sick about you. You were with him.”
ElenaI avoided Kieran for three days.Three agonizing days where I threw myself completely into wedding preparations.Final dress fitting. Seating arrangements. Menu confirmations. Vow writing.I forced myself to be present. To be engaged. To commit fully to Adrian.Adrian noticed the change."You seem different," he said over breakfast on the third day. "More... here.""I am here." I squeezed his hand. "I'm sorry I've been so distant. But I'm ready now. Ready to be your wife."He smiled, relief clear on his face. "I'm glad. I was starting to worry you were having second thoughts.""No second thoughts." The lie came easily now. "Just pre-wedding jitters.""Well, ten days from now, you'll be my wife. And all the jitters will be worth it."Ten days.I had ten days to keep avoiding Kieran. To stay strong. To not break.I could do this.I had to.That evening, there was a ball. One of the final pre-wedding celebrations.I wore silver silk. My hair was elaborately styled. I looked every i
ElenaThe next week was agony.Wedding preparations intensified. Dress fittings. Menu tastings. Rehearsals.All while I snuck away to be with Kieran every chance I got.We were reckless. Desperate. Completely out of control.The library became our favorite spot. Late at night when everyone else slept.But also the training yard before dawn. The storage rooms in the east wing. Even once in the gardens after dark.Each time more dangerous than the last.Each time closer to being caught.“We’re going to get caught,” Kieran said one night in the library.We were tangled together on the floor behind the stacks, both still breathing hard.“We won’t.” I traced patterns on his chest. “We’ve been careful.”“We’ve been lucky.” He caught my hand. “But luck runs out, Elena. And when it does—”“Then it does.” I kissed him. “I don’t care anymore.”“You should care. The wedding is in two weeks.”Two weeks.Fourteen days until I married Adrian.The thought made me sick.“Don’t remind me.”“Someone ha
I woke to golden afternoon light streaming through the windows.Ares was beside me, one arm draped across my waist, his face peaceful in sleep. The furs were tangled around us, evidence of… everything.I should have felt guilty. Should have thought about my father, about the plant I hadn’t taken to
The blanket slipped from my shoulders and pooled at my feet like liquid moonlight.Ares stood frozen, water still clinging to the dark strands of his hair, each droplet catching the firelight and throwing tiny prisms across the sharp planes of his face. His chest rose and fell in uneven breaths, th
LeahAres led me outside, down to the lake shore. There, half-hidden in the tall grass, was a small wooden dock."My father and I built this together," Ares said quietly. "Spent one whole summer measuring, cutting, hammering. My mother said we were ridiculous, that we could just swim from the shore.
The trees opened up onto the most beautiful lake I'd ever seen.The water was crystal clear, reflecting the sky like a mirror. Mountains rose in the distance, snow-capped and majestic. Wildflowers carpeted the shore in explosions of purple, yellow, and white.And on the eastern shore, nestled among







