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If someone had told me this morning that my life would crumble before sunset, I would've laughed in their face. Because today? Today was supposed to be perfect.
My wedding day.
I stood in front of the mirror in my room at Highfane, my heart racing with excitement. My hands trembled slightly as I adjusted the veil resting on my dark hair. The lace was bright against the faint morning light, peeking through the curtains and I couldn't help smiling.
“Irene , you look stunning,” my maid, Brielle, said, grinning as she tightened the back of my dress.
“Of course I do,” I teased, turning halfway to look at her. “It's my wedding day. I'm allowed to be a little vain.”
Brielle chuckled. “Simon's going to lose his mind when he sees you.”
Just hearing his name sent warmth spreading through my chest. Simon Lawson. The man I loved. The man who helped me stand again when I thought I'd never breathe properly after Baron died.
Baron… my brother. My heart clenched at the memory.
The night he was killed by the Silvercrest wolves, I had fallen apart. I'd screamed until my voice gave out, ran into the woods like a lunatic, and collapsed near the northern ridge of the Pack's territory. That was when Simon found me. He didn't say much, he just held me until I stopped shaking. And then, when he lifted my chin and I looked into his eyes, I felt it.
The bond. The pull. The connection that changed everything.
That night, we realized we were mates.
From then on, things had moved fast. Simon and I had been inseparable. My father had approved almost instantly, infact too instantly, now that I think about it, and said Simon should marry me soon so he could start preparing to become the next Alpha of the Ironfang Pack. I thought it was fate aligning perfectly for once.
And today, it all came together.
“I still can't believe you're getting married before me,” Brielle said, laughing.
“You'll find your mate soon enough,” I said, smiling. “When you do, you'll understand this kind of madness.”
She rolled her eyes playfully. “You're glowing like the moon, Irene . Seriously.”
I laughed and picked up the bouquet from the table. “I'm happy. For once, everything feels right.”
I was about to ask her to help me with the veil again when the pack doctor, Dr. Halen, appeared at the doorway, holding a small folder.
“Irene,” he said softly, motioning me over. “May I speak to you privately?”
Brielle excused herself, and I turned to the doctor, confused. “Is everything alright?”
His eyes twinkled. “Better than alright. I just got your results back.”
I blinked. “My results?”
He handed me the paper with a knowing smile. “Congratulations, Luna. You're going to be a mother.”
For a second, I couldn't breathe. “I—what?”
“About five weeks along, I'd guess,” he said cheerfully. “Healthy heartbeat, everything looks perfect. I thought you'd want to know before the ceremony.”
I pressed a trembling hand to my stomach. “Oh my Goddess…”
I was pregnant. Simon and I were going to be parents. On our wedding day.
Tears welled in my eyes as I hugged the doctor. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”
He chuckled. “Now don't cry, or you'll ruin that beautiful face paint of yours.”
I laughed through the tears. My heart felt like it could burst from happiness.
“I have to tell Simon,” I said quickly, clutching the folder. “Before the wedding. He'll lose it.”
Dr. Halen nodded, smiling. “Go ahead. But make sure you come back soon, your father's waiting to escort you down the aisle.”
I left the room in a rush, my heels clacking on the wooden floorboards as I made my way down the hall. Every nerve in my body buzzed with joy. I couldn't wait to see Simon's expression when I told him. He'd probably scoop me up and spin me around.
I stopped at his door and took a deep breath. I didn't bother knocking, Simon and I never needed to. I pushed the door open and stepped inside, wearing the brightest smile.
And froze.
The world stopped spinning.
There was movement on the bed—two tangled bodies, Simon thrusting into the figure sprawled on the bed—and the sound of soft moans that didn't belong to me.
My heart stopped beating. “Simon?”
His name came out barely above a whisper, but it was enough. The two figures jerked apart instantly. Simon turned, his body still bare, and my cousin, Laura, gasped, pulling the sheets over herself.
“Irene !” she squeaked, her face pale. “It's not what it looks like!”
Simon swore under his breath, running a hand through his hair. “What the hell are you doing in here, Irene ? You should've knocked!”
I stared at him, unable to process his words. “You—You're asking me why I didn't knock?”
Laura clutched the sheet tighter around her chest, her cheeks flushed red, but her eyes… her eyes were defiant, smug even. “Irene , it just happened—”
“Shut up, Laura,” I said, my voice trembling. “Don't—don't talk to me right now.”
Simon sighed, stepping forward like I was the one being unreasonable. “Irene , listen. I'm glad you found out now.”
“What?” I choked out.
He shrugged like it was nothing. “I didn't know how I was going to keep sneaking around after we got married. This makes things easier.”
Tears slid down my face, hot and fast. My wolf whimpered in my mind, sharing in my sadness like she always does. He betrayed us. Our mate betrayed us.
Simon kept talking, his voice calm, too calm. “Laura's expecting my child, Irene . We were going to tell you eventually.”
My breath hitched. “She's… pregnant?”
Laura looked away, her face flushing. “It wasn't planned,” she muttered, almost proudly.
Simon crossed his arms, still completely unbothered that he was standing there naked. “Look, I only got close to you because my father suggested it. He wanted to secure my position as the next Alpha of this Pack. I agreed because it made sense politically.”
My knees felt weak. I grabbed the edge of the table to steady myself. “Your father… suggested it?”
“Yeah,” he said. “He thought it'd be a shot at me being the next Alpha of the pack. But now that your father has been arrested, I don't really see the point in pretending anymore.”
I froze. The room spun. “What did you just say?”
Simon raised an eyebrow. “Oh. You don't know?”
I shook my head, trembling. “What do you mean, arrested?”
He exhaled like this was all an inconvenience. “Your father was taken in this morning by Alpha Devon. They're blaming him for the Silvercrest recent massacre. Honestly, it looked like a setup to me, but who cares? Devon's been gunning for your father since he killed your brother anyway.”
Devon...
My world shattered completely.
My chest tightened so hard I could barely breathe. “Devon Warner…” I whispered.
The name burned on my tongue like venom. My wolf growled furiously inside me, her voice loud and sharp. Alpha Devon. He killed Baron. He destroyed our family.
Simon stepped closer, but I jerked away. “Don't you dare touch me!”
“Irene —”
“Don't!” I shouted, tears streaming down my face. “Don't say my name. Don't speak to me.”
He frowned, annoyed. “You're being dramatic.”
“Dramatic?” I laughed bitterly, choking on the sound. “You cheated on me—with my cousin—on our wedding day! And you tell me my father's been arrested like it's some piece of gossip?”
Laura flinched, but Simon didn't even blink.
“You don't get it,” he said flatly. “Your father brought this on himself. He's been playing with fire for years. Alpha Devon finally decided to burn him for it.”
I shook my head violently, backing toward the door. “No. No, he wouldn't. My father would never slaughter a pack!”
Simon sighed. “Believe what you want. But I'm done pretending, Irene . Go cry to someone else.”
My wolf snarled, pressing hard against my chest. We should tear him apart.
I swallowed hard, pushing her rage down. “You'll regret this,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “Both of you.”
Laura's lips tightened, but Simon only gave a cold smirk. “Maybe. But not today.”
I turned and ran.
I didn't stop until I reached the outer corridor, my bare feet slapping against the cold floor. I gasped for breath, tears clouding my vision. The laughter and music from the courtyard below felt like a cruel joke.
My wedding day. My family. My mate. My entire world—gone in seconds.
And through the chaos in my head, one name kept echoing over and over, sinking into my bones like burning fire.
Alpha Devon.
Chapter Eighty-One Devon’s POVThe curse shattered at dawn.I woke screaming, claws buried in my own chest, ripping through skin and muscle. Every memory slammed into me at once— unfiltered. The blood. The executions. The children’s faces. Irene’s neck under my hand. Zane’s branding. My father’s voice echoing in the back of my head telling me power was everything. I saw it all.“No—no—fuck!” I roared, staggering out of bed. Blood ran down my torso. I grabbed the dagger from the nightstand and pressed it to my throat. “I deserve this. I deserve every fucking second of it.”The door burst open. Irene rushed in first, eyes wide. “Devon, stop!”Zane and Brielle were right behind her. Zane still wore the fresh Omega brand on his chest, face swollen, but he moved like the Beta he used to be. They grabbed my arms.“Drop the blade!” Zane shouted, wrestling my wrist.I headbutted him, breaking his nose with a crunch. “Let me end it! I slaughtered your people! I broke her!” I twisted, slammin
Chapter Eighty Irene’s POVThe square was still stained with yesterday’s blood when Devon dragged Zane out in chains. I froze on the platform beside him, heart slamming against my ribs. Zane looked half-dead already, face bruised, shoulder bleeding, but his eyes met mine with defiance.Devon stood tall in his black coat, dark hair catching the wind, broad shoulders squared like the king he forced everyone to fear. Cool. Controlled. Fucking beautiful in the worst way possible.“Zane,” Devon said, voice low and smooth as he circled his former Beta. “You helped my wife hide traitors. You pushed that witch’s ritual through her like a coward. Look at me when I speak.”Zane lifted his chin. “She’s trying to save you, you blind bastard. The man I followed wouldn’t need a curse to feel anything.”Devon’s claws slid out. “Wrong answer.” He grabbed Zane by the throat and slammed him to his knees in front of the entire pack. “I should rip your spine out right here. Make Irene watch every secon
Chapter Seventy-Nine Irene’s POVThe purge started at noon. Devon dragged the first batch of prisoners into the square himself, his broad shoulders cutting through the crowd like a blade. Black coat flapping, dark hair pushed back, icy grey eyes scanning everyone with that cool, deadly confidence that still made my stomach flip even as I hated him.“Line them up,” he ordered. Guards shoved ten wolves to their knees. I stood at his right side on the platform, jaw tight.A man shouted from the line, “Your father would be ashamed, Irene!”Devon moved fast. He grabbed the man by the throat and lifted him off the ground. “Say his name again and I’ll make your death last hours.”The man gasped, “Theo Harvey was twice the Alpha you—”Devon snapped his neck with one twist. The body dropped. The crowd gasped.I stepped closer while the others looked away in horror and whispered fast, “That man had a daughter your age. She’s watching. Killing him makes you look weak, not strong.”Devon’s hand
Chapter Seventy-Eight Irene’s POVThe next morning, Zane’s voice cracked through the hidden tunnel speaker. “They’re closing in. Two guards at the east exit. I’m trapped.”“Stay down,” I hissed, pressing the button. “I’m coming.”I smoothed my dress, fixed a fake smile, and walked straight into the main hall where Devon held court. He looked lethal in his tailored black coat, dark hair swept back, icy grey eyes sharp as he listened to reports. Every line of his tall, muscular frame screamed control and power. Damn him for still making my pulse race.I slid up beside his throne and rested my hand on his shoulder, leaning in like the perfect Luna. “Alpha, you handled the border issue perfectly this morning. The pack feels safer with you in charge.”Devon turned his head, one brow lifting. His hand covered mine, squeezing hard enough to warn. “Playing devoted wife today, Irene? That’s new.”I kissed his cheek, letting my lips linger. “Maybe I’m tired of fighting in public. Let’s show t
Chapter Seventy-Seven Irene’s POVDevon stood on the dais at dawn, voice cutting through the assembled pack like a blade. “Tomorrow we purge every rat connected to the old regime. Traitors’ blood ends here.”Names flashed on the massive screen behind him. Zane’s face appeared near the top.My stomach dropped. I grabbed Brielle’s arm and dragged her through the crowd before anyone could blink. “Hide Zane in the storage tunnels. Now. Move.”We found Zane pacing in the lower sheds. “They’re coming for me at first light, and Alpha Devon made the orders” he said, already grabbing a pack.“Take the eastern tunnel,” I snapped, shoving supplies at him. “Brielle, seal the entrance behind him. I’ll handle the ritual blood tonight on Devon.”Zane caught my wrist. “Irene, if he catches you—”“He won’t.” I shoved him toward the dark passage. “Go.”Brielle hugged him hard, then we sealed the stone and scattered. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking as I slipped the next ritual vial into my sleeve.That
Chapter Seventy-Six Irene’s POVZane shoved the small vial into my hand at dawn. “Blood rite from the rival witch. Cut him during a weak moment. It’ll drag fragments of the real Devon back up. Make it count.”I hid it in my sleeve and walked into the hall like I still had a spine.Devon sat on the raised dais, looking every inch the bastard king—dark hair pushed back, broad shoulders filling his black coat, icy eyes scanning the room like he owned every soul in it. Cool. Deadly. Attractive in the way that made me want to kill him and ride him in the same breath.Pack children lined the walls, wide-eyed. Two “traitors” knelt in the center, already bleeding.“Watch closely,” Devon said, voice smooth and low. “Weakness gets you this.” He snapped a neck. The crack echoed. Kids flinched.I stepped forward before I could stop myself. “They’re children, Devon. You’re not building strength. You’re breeding nightmares.”The hall went dead silent.He rose slowly, eyes locking on mine. “Defy m
Morning came too fast.My eyes snapped open to the dim light leaking through the thin curtains of the Omegas’ quarters. The mattress under me felt too small, the air too cold, and my heartbeat too loud.I was still trembling.Everything I’d seen in that safe—everything Devon had done—echoed like a
Irene's POVI slipped out of the penthouse just before dawn, shoes in my hand so my heels wouldn't click on the marble. Devon was still sprawled across the couch, one arm flung over the spot I'd vacated, chest rising slow and deep. I told myself I wasn't running. I was surviving.Two days later the
Irene's POV The knock came at noon, sharp and official. Brielle opened the door to our Omega hut and froze. Andrea Voss stood on the threshold in a white coat and heels, flanked by two guards. She smiled like winter. "I'm here to inspect living conditions for the lower ranks," she announced loud
The wind cut sharp across the ridge, carrying the stink of pine sap and distant snow. I sat behind Devon on the four-wheeler, arms locked around his waist because the alternative was flying off the back when he gunned it over the rocks. His coat was open; my cheek pressed to the heat of his spine t







