LOGINHOPE’S POV.The room did not return to normal after Ronan stabilized.It only grew quieter.Not the calm kind of quiet—the kind that normally settles after a storm. No. This was something else entirely. A heavy, watchful silence that pressed against my skin and made every small sound feel too loud in my ear, including my own breathing and that of the people around me.I stayed where I was beside the couch, watching Ronan’s chest rise and fall. It was still uneven, but stronger than before. That was something. That meant the herbs were working.Servants moved carefully around us, cleaning the floor, wiping away the blood, replacing broken items. They spoke in hushed voices, avoiding eye contact.The guards remained stationed nearby, but even they seemed… different. More alert. More rigid.And the elders, they stood in small clusters now, further away from the couch than before, speaking quietly among themselves. Every now and then, I caught one of them glancing in my direction.Not ope
HOPE’S POV.By the time we reached the castle, my legs were already aching.But I didn’t slow down.I couldn’t.“Open the doors!” one of the guards shouted as we approached.The large doors swung open immediately, and I rushed inside, gripping the satchel tightly in my hand. My heart was pounding—not from the run, but from the weight of what was waiting for me inside.Elder Ronan.I could still see the way he collapsed. The blood.The way his body had shaken. The image has refused to leave my head. I couldn't help but wonder just how many people could have been in his condition right now if anyone else had eaten the poison.“Make way!” the guards called as we moved quickly through the halls.Servants stepped aside immediately. Some stared. Some lowered their heads.I didn’t stop. Didn’t think.Just moved.By the time we reached the sitting room, I pushed the doors open without waiting.The scene inside hadn’t changed much.Ronan was still on the couch.But he looked worse.Paler.Swea
HOPE’S POV.The air outside felt different. Too cold.Or maybe that was just me.I tightened my grip on the small satchel in my hand as I stepped past the castle gates, the guards falling into place around me without a word. Their presence was meant to be reassuring, I knew that.But right now…It only made everything feel more tense than they already are.“We don’t have much time,” I said, glancing ahead at the tree line. “The poison is fast. If we delay too long, the antidote won’t work.”“Yes, my queen” one of the guards replied immediately.The word still felt strange.My queen.I wasn’t sure I would ever get used to it. And... maybe it's just ne but I can't help but notice that it sounds forced whenever they call me that, almost like they were being forced to do it, not because they actually want to. And considering the situation in which I arrived here I wouldn't be surprised at all if that was the case.I nodded slightly and continued forward. The moment we crossed into the woo
HUNTER'S POV.Her words hung in the air like smoke. The implication was clear. Someone had planned this targeting the elders. This wasn’t just about Ronan. It was about testing us. Testing me. Probably because whoever did this learnt that I had lost my memory. That I wasn't the same person as I used to be. And so they wanted to test me, to see just how weak or how vulnerable the kingdom was under the rule of a king with no memory. I felt Hope's gaze on me, steady and knowing, and a shiver ran through me.I moved closer, kneeling beside her. My voice was low, almost a growl. “Are you sure it’s poison?”Hope didn’t look at me. She checked Ronan’s pulse again, adjusted his head slightly, and examined the bowl of salad again. Then she met my eyes, her expression unreadable.“Yes,” she said. “Cyanide. Or something very similar. Fast-acting. He won’t survive long without the antidote.”My chest tightened. I glanced around the room. The elders were pale, frozen. Some had already stepped back
HUNTER’S POV.The chaos grew with each passing second. Chairs scraped, voices overlapped, and hands reached for the fallen elder, but I stayed rooted, my jaw tight, my fists clenched.Hope’s hand brushed mine briefly as she stepped forward. I watched her move, noting the way her gaze scanned Ronan.She knelt beside him, lowering herself to his level, and placed her hand over his chest. I saw the subtle shift in her expression—the moment her fingers pressed against his pulse, her brows knitted slightly.“He’s alive… but just barely,” she murmured, more to herself than anyone else.I felt the tension coil tighter in my chest. My instinct was to move, to take control, but she didn’t need me. She never did when it came to moments like this.“What happened?” a nearby elder shouted, panic lacing his voice.Hope’s eyes flicked to the remaining food on the table, then back to Ronan. She reached for the glass that had been handed to him earlier, tilting it slightly. Then she studied the half e
HUNTER'S POV.The words weren’t loud.But they didn’t need to be.The entire room stilled.Now they looked at me.All of them.Seraphina met my gaze.Not surprised, and not the least but intimidated.“No one is questioning your decision, my King,” she said.My jaw tightened slightly.“Then stop implying it,” I replied simply.Real silence fell this time.But it didn’t last.“The stability of the kingdom should always come first,” one of the elders said.There it was.The real issue.The problem wasn't her, not really.It was what she represented.Change.Uncertainty.Something they couldn’t control.And just like that, the flashes hit me again.Fear.A room like this.People standing like this.Watching me like this.They weren't questioning or challenging.Instead they looked..… afraid.This is what they expect.The thought came uninvited.I looked around the table again.At their faces.Their eyes.Their restraint.They weren’t just watching me.They were waiting.Waiting to see whi
HOPE’S POV.The following morning felt… normal.Sunlight slipped through my window, soft and warm, just like every other day. The air was quiet, peaceful in a way that should have made me feel calm. Birds chirped somewhere in the distance, and I could hear faint movement from the pack already start
HOPE’S POV.The moment I stepped inside my room, I felt it.The tension.It was everywhere.Hunter was pacing the room when I entered, his back to me, his hands running through his hair in frustration. He turned the second he heard the door close.His eyes locked onto mine instantly, and the anger
HOPE’S POV.The front door suddenly cracked open.I barely had time to react before I heard footsteps behind me.“Hope?”Hunter’s voice.Relief hit me first. Then panic right after.He walked toward us quickly, his eyes moving over me like he was checking for injuries, for anything wrong.“What’s g
HOPE'S POV.My eyes almost popped out of their sockets in shock.It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It wasn’t mutual. It was aggressive, demanding, desperate. My body froze for a second, shock rooting me to the spot.Then my hands shot up. I shoved him hard across the chest.“Don’t—ever—do that again!” I scr







