LOGINHOPE’S POV.The room was quiet except for the soft rhythm of our breathing. Hunter and I lay in each other’s arms in the dim glow of the moon filtering through the blinds, the warmth of his body pressed against mine. His arm draped over me in a protective loop, and I traced idle patterns along his shoulder and chest, feeling the steady beat of his pulse beneath my fingers.Tonight was supposed to be simple, just us, a quiet night, nothing more. And for a while, that was exactly what it was. We talked and laughed about everything and nothing. For a moment, everything was calm and peaceful.Until suddenly, Hunter’s body stiffened beneath me.His eyes, usually so calm, darkened with a shadow I couldn’t name. Then tension rippled through him, subtle at first, but enough to make me tense up with worry.“Hunter?” I whispered, nudging him gently.He shook his head, as if trying to shake off an invisible weight. “I’m fine,” he muttered, though the edge in his voice told me that wasn’t true.I
HOPE'S POV.I kept glancing at the clock on the wall, wondering why Hunter wasn't back yet. I had barely seen him all day, only catching glimpses of him here and there. It was almost midnight, and he still hadn't returned to the room. I was starting to grow worried.I sighed and adjusted the pillow behind my head. Slowly, my thoughts returned to the meeting with the elders days ago. They had questioned me, scrutinized me, and all Hunter had done was stand there, calm and unwavering, like nothing could touch him. And yet, I still felt the heat of embarrassment prickling at my skin. I had been made to feel so small, so out of place, even with Hunter’s presence.I told myself I wasn’t going to let it get to me, but yeah… easier said than done.Glancing at the clock once more, I realized it was already 12:15 a.m., and my brow furrowed.Hunter still hadn't returned. This didn’t make any sense. He normally didn’t stay out this late. Something must be wrong.I needed to find him. I couldn’t
HOPE'S POV.“You are here without rank, without ties to the royal family,” another elder continued. “This court has rules, expectations. We must consider the implications of your… presence in our midst.”I wanted to shrink into myself, to disappear entirely. But a quiet voice inside me—different from fear—said, Stand. Don’t let them see you falter.“I understand,” I said, my voice quiet but firm. “But like I already mentioned, I am here. I am willing to learn. I am willing to follow the rules of this palace.”A ripple went through the room. Hunter’s eyes locked on mine for a moment, pride flashing there.The first elder’s gaze hardened. “Even so, there are concerns. Some suggest you be removed from the palace entirely. It is the safest course for all involved as this pack can only afford to risk so much.”I froze. My heart thumped painfully. Removed. Gone. Back to the uncertainty outside these walls.Hunter’s voice cut through the silence, smooth and commanding. “That will not happen.
HOPE'S POV.The room was massive.Power sat in every corner of it.Elders were already seated, arranged in a wide arc. Their expressions were calm, but their eyes were sharp.Observant.Watching.And they were all looking at me.The moment we stepped inside.The air shifted.I felt it immediately.Heavy.Judging.Unwelcoming.Hunter didn’t hesitate.He walked forward like he belonged here—like this room answered to him.Because it did, even if he didn’t remember.I followed beside him, trying not to shrink under the weight of it all.We stopped at the center.No one spoke at first.Not even a greeting.Not even acknowledgment.Then finally—“You have returned,” one of the elders said.His voice was deep and calm.Hunter gave a small nod. “I have.”A pause.Then—His gaze shifted to me.Openly now.Not hiding it.“And you’ve brought… her.”The way he said it—like I wasn’t worth naming—Something in my chest tightened uncomfortably.Hunter didn’t react immediately.“She has a name,” he
HOPE’S POV.I didn’t realize how long I stayed in the bath until the water started to cool.At some point, I had just… stopped moving.Sitting there.Thinking.Trying to steady myself.But the truth was, no amount of time in that room could prepare me for what was coming next.The council.I exhaled slowly and leaned forward, dragging my hands over my face.“Okay,” I whispered to myself.I couldn’t stay in here forever.Eventually, I stepped out, drying myself off quickly before reaching for the robe that had been left behind.By the time I stepped back into the main room, someone had already been there.A dress had been laid out neatly on the bed.Of course it had.I hesitated as I walked closer.It was… beautiful.Deep midnight blue, the fabric soft and flowing, catching the light in a way that made it almost shimmer. The neckline was modest but elegant, the sleeves long and fitted. It wasn’t overly flashy, but there was no mistaking what it was meant to represent.Status.Position
HOPE’S POV.We hadn’t been standing there for long when someone approached us.I noticed her before she spoke.She was an older woman, composed, walking with quiet confidence. Two younger girls followed behind her, both dressed simply in what looked like maid uniforms, their heads slightly lowered.She stopped a few steps away from us.Then she bowed.“Your Majesty,” she said respectfully.Hunter gave a small nod.“I’m glad to see you’ve returned safely,” she continued, her voice calm and polite.Her eyes flickered briefly toward me.Not rudely.Not openly judging like the others.But in a careful and curious way, like she was trying to understand a delicate situation.Hunter must have noticed, because his hand tightened slightly around my waist.“This is Hope,” he said. “My mate.”The word settled heavily in the space between us.Mate.I felt it more than I showed.The woman paused.Just for a second.It was small.Subtle.But I caught it.That brief hesitation.Like she hadn’t expec







