LOGINSara's expression softened immediately, melting into a soft, innocent look. Her eyes brimmed with tears, lips trembling as she pulled her gown down.
"Rosewyn—" Her voice cracked into a sob. "It's not what it looks like, I swear, he—he came in here, and… he wouldn't stop." "He wouldn't stop what?" I whispered, shoulders dropping with exhaustion. "Please…. I tried to push him off—" "What?" Archer snapped his head toward her. The performance would have worked had I not heard her moaning in pleasure. I would have rushed across the room and dragged Archer away from her, making certain everyone knew he'd taken advantage of my sick sister. But the way she'd been moaning his name and gripping his shoulders didn't look like the behavior of someone who was actually sick. Or someone that was being taken advantage of. She was pretending. For months I'd watched her claimed illness flare up, watched her act so weak. If only I'd known it was all an act, that she'd been sleeping with Archer behind my back. "Don't," I said quietly. "Don't you dare." Archer dragged a hand through his hair, his chest heaving as he stared at me with wide eyes. "Rosewyn, look, this isn't what you think. It was Sara's idea. She came to me, and said—" He cut himself off at whatever he saw on my face, and then, astonishingly, he fell to his knees. His hands clasped in front of me, his eyes burned with unshed tears. "Please. I'm begging you. I didn't mean for it to happen." "You didn't mean for it to happen?" I scoffed. This felt like a nightmare. I wanted to believe it was a nightmare so bad. I wanted to wake up to realize none of this was real. "Please—" "Stop this madness," I snarled into his face. "You're getting no forgiveness from me. Neither of you." "Rose—" "Get out!" He blinked, staring at me for several seconds as though I might miraculously change my mind. When nothing happened, he rose to his feet. His expression shifted, hardening into something cold, like he was relieved. He turned to Sara with a small smirk. "I told you this wasn't going to work. Bad idea." "It was your idea, though." She laughed. "You said we should do this if we ever got caught." I placed my heart against my pounding chest as I choked, feeling as though it would burst any moment from now. Sara wiped the tears from her eyes and stepped closer. When she spoke again, the tremor that had been in her voice earlier was gone. "Sister Rosewyn." "How could you?" "How could I?" She chuckled. "You weren't giving Archer the attention he deserved. You were always too busy hunting for food in the woods with our brother. When Archer came to me, I couldn't stop him. Not because you're his mate—but because I'm attracted to him too." Her eyes were hard and unashamed. My jaw clenched with rage as I realized I'd been fooled by these two for a long time. I would come back from hunting, share what little I could offer with Archer, then divide the rest among my siblings, never once suspecting these two were sleeping together behind my back. "I love him. I've loved him for months. I'm sorry, sister… but I'm pregnant." "What?!" My eyes went wide with disbelief. What did I just hear? "I'm carrying his child, and we plan to keep the baby." With a broad smile, she slowly rubbed her stomach. I looked down and noticed the faint swell I'd mistaken for illness. I was so certain it was her sickness getting worse, at least that was what she made me believe. I'd been such a fool not to realize my little sister was pregnant. Archer refused to look at me now. He crossed to stand beside Sara and wrapped an arm around her waist. "Archer, why?" I cried out. "Why would you do this to my sister? How dare you?" "He didn't do anything to me," she snapped. "I love him." "What about the bond we share? Don't fucking give me that look!" He laughed. "I was planning to reject you sooner or later. Why not now?" Sara rubbed her stomach softly. Before I could speak again, Archer cut me off. "I, Archer, reject you, Rosewyn, as my mate. From this day forward, you're nothing but a stranger to me." My knees buckled instantly and I hit the floor. A raw, burning sound crawled from my throat. I pressed my hands against the floor as if I could hold my broken self together. The pain of the rejection burned through me like fire through dry wood, and I could not, for the life of me, stop screaming. I thrashed, clawing against my chest. The pain was just too much. …. The moment I caught my brother's silhouette, I took a deep breath, though the relief didn't reach the ache in my chest. "Where have you been?" I asked roughly as worry and pain tangled so tightly in my chest. "I told you to come back immediately if you didn't find it." I should have gone instead. I'd known that even as I let him leave—known how stubborn and reckless he was. My body was still trembling from the pain of Archer's rejection. "I thought you'd be asleep when I returned." He glanced past my shoulder, scanning the empty house with a small frown. "Where's Sara?" My chest caved in at the sound of that name. I swallowed it down. "It's past curfew. Lycans are patrolling everywhere. How did you even make it home?" "I have my ways." He shrugged, and then he smiled—that warm, easy smile he always gave me when he wanted me to stop worrying, the one that had gotten them both into trouble more times than I could count. "You don't need to worry. Everything will be alright soon." "I know." I sighed. "Once we've gathered enough money to escape this place, we'll run far. Somewhere none of them can find us." The words should have comforted me. Instead they cut somewhere raw. "We can't leave." My eyes burned, and I hated how my voice sounded. "Our parents died trying to escape from here." Their faces surfaced in my mind. My mind wandered back to the last moment when the Lycan killed, and took their lives away just because they wanted a better life for us, away from this place. Kieran opened his mouth to argue, the way he always did, but whatever he'd been about to say died on his tongue. His face drained of color, eyes fixed on something behind me. "Rosewyn." His voice had dropped to a whisper. "Lycans are here."They hauled me inside a room, my limp body heavy with exhaustion. The guards laid me on the bed, and a short woman who looked to be in her mid-forties poured a potion down my throat.Nausea hit instantly, and I gripped my stomach as whatever they'd forced down my throat coiled and rolled inside me. I quivered, nearly falling from the bed.When I turned, I made out two large men standing at the far side of the wall. Their eyes were cold as they looked down at me.I tore my gaze away from them, staring at the ceiling as I tried to make sense of everything that had happened to me that day.I should have been crying, but the tears wouldn't come.Resignation and hopelessness had dug deep into me since the moment I watched my sister die and Kieran dragged away.After watching most of the people I loved die, I knew my turn to suffer waited around the corner.My father had died by execution, tortured for information they wanted from him.My mother had tried to protect him, and they killed her
The days had slowly bled into each other, and the only proof that time was passing at all was the single small window near the ceiling, letting in slivers of light I'd learned to count by. I sat close to the wall, knees pulled to my chest, the pain at the back of my head throbbing hard where the soldier had struck me. I could barely sleep through the days I spent in that cell. I wasn't the only one there. Five others shared the space with me — two males, three females. One of the females was human; the rest were werewolves like me. Blood and dirt marred their skin, a record of however many days they'd spent in this cell waiting for judgment day, when they'd be killed. I shivered. Some of them had been beaten beyond recognition, faces swollen and split open. The prisoners were no more than thirty, if that. One of them, a girl with hollow eyes, finally asked why I was here. "I nearly killed the crowned prince," I said. "Lucian." Gasps rippled through the cell. Wide eyes turned to
The first thing my scholars taught me, the moment I learned to speak, was that showing mercy could get a Lycan killed just as quickly.It was only after I was attacked that I understood how deep those lessons ran. The werewolves despised us just as much as we hated their kind.The attack on me came suddenly while I was on patrol, marking territory as I always did with the soldiers.There were eight of them, all armed with silver blades because silver was the only thing their kind had ever been able to use against us.I killed three before I felt the first cut. The fourth tore my shoulder open to the bone, and after that, everything else blurred.When it was over, I was on my knees losing a lot of blood. The silver was already crawling through me, cold and slow, shutting my shift down muscle by muscle until I couldn't shift to my Lycan form to defend myself. I remember counting my own heartbeats to keep them honest. And then suddenly, the arrow came, moving through me underneath my c
I struggled against the silver wire bound around my wrists. The grass was cold and wet underneath my knees as they forced us down, side by side, hands behind our backs with silver wires that bit into our skin. my whole body was shaking. Somewhere, a dog was barking itself hoarse.I counted six Lycan soldiers in the yard, their eyes glowing red in the dark."How gallant of you to think you could outsmart us," the taller Lycan soldier said with a small smirk. Suddenly his claws emerged and he struck my brother with force, shoving my brother's face into the ground. Blood seeped out of the claw marks from his face as the soldier pinned his quivering body.A scream unfurled from my throat as I attempted to move forward towards Kieran but a second later, a Lycan soldier yanked me back, gripping my hair with his rough hand."Stay still," he said, dragging my hair with more force.Suddenly the door opened, and another Lycan soldier stepped out, scanning the place."No one else. The house is
"Why are the Lycans here?" I questioned, even though my mind was already forming the answers.Kieran walked toward the window, slowly parting the curtain. He scanned the surroundings before turning to me. "They haven't surrounded the house yet. We still have time."Have time for what exactly? "Kieran, I need you to tell me the truth." I swallowed the fear. "Where have you been these last few hours?"Kieran's throat bobbed. "I—I went into the woods to find the animal," he stammered. "Then I saw Lycan soldiers out there. They were raiding the area.”My throat constricted at his words. Lycans were raiding the area. Oh moon goddess. They must have found the Prince. “They caught me, Rose, but I got away. I led them on a chase through the forest, and I tried to confuse them, tire them out before I lost them." He raked a hand through his hair. "I didn't think... I didn't think they'd follow me all the way down here."My eyes widened with fear, and just before I could speak, a loud bang sou
Sara's expression softened immediately, melting into a soft, innocent look. Her eyes brimmed with tears, lips trembling as she pulled her gown down."Rosewyn—" Her voice cracked into a sob. "It's not what it looks like, I swear, he—he came in here, and… he wouldn't stop.""He wouldn't stop what?" I whispered, shoulders dropping with exhaustion."Please…. I tried to push him off—""What?" Archer snapped his head toward her.The performance would have worked had I not heard her moaning in pleasure. I would have rushed across the room and dragged Archer away from her, making certain everyone knew he'd taken advantage of my sick sister. But the way she'd been moaning his name and gripping his shoulders didn't look like the behavior of someone who was actually sick. Or someone that was being taken advantage of. She was pretending.For months I'd watched her claimed illness flare up, watched her act so weak. If only I'd known it was all an act, that she'd been sleeping with Archer behind my







