LOGINChapter Forty-ThreeAlpha Lir POVAcross the marble floor, Silas’s smirk doesn't falter, but the golden glow of his eyes narrows into sharp, predatory slits. He doesn't let go of Zara’s hand. If anything, his fingers tighten around hers, pulling her slightly back behind the line of his shoulder."The Sovereign Blood Law was written before your grandfathers crawled out of the tundra, Lir," Silas says, his voice a cool, dismissive drawl. "It’s a dusty piece of parchment meant for a time when wolves still fought with stone. It doesn't erase a multi-million-currency default.""It does when the default is explicitly tied to the territory's royal lineage," I say, stepping onto the first riser of the stage.The fourteen High Guard enforcers instantly look at me, their visors turning in unison. I don't look back at them. I keep my focus entirely on Zara. She is staring at me, her lower lip parted, the gold-and-silver light of the Shattered Mirror washing over her face. She looks terrified, fu
Chapter Forty-TwoAlpha Silas POV"What is the meaning of this, Alpha Silas?" the elder demands, his gavel trembling in his hand. "This is a court of trade evaluation, not a low-town auction. You cannot halt a Council security execution with a stack of ledger sheets.""I can when those ledger sheets contain the records to your mortgages," I say, stepping fully into the spotlight, shielding Zara from the glare of the gallery. I drop my hands into my pockets, my posture loose, arrogant, and completely unbothered by the fourteen weapons pointed at my chest.I tilt my head back, looking past the stage toward the VIP box where Lady Victoria is still clinging to the velvet railing like a drowning woman."For the last two years," I continue, my voice smooth, carrying effortlessly to the highest rows of the gallery, "the Silvercrest pack has quietly defaulted on winter grain bonds. Your high-altitude farms have been failing since the great freeze of '24. To hide the deficit from the High Coun
Chapter Forty-OneZara Fen POVThe doors to the Oakhaven Exhibition Hall split the world in two.A blinding wall of white light and the deafening, collective roar of the Northern aristocracy hits me like a physical wave. The scent of heavy perfumes, expensive furs, and the suffocating pressure of a hundred high-ranking Alpha auras fills the massive, vaulted pavilion. Every single seat in the velvet gallery is full. The High Council sits on their elevated dais, looking down like judges awaiting an execution.But I am not the one who is going to die today."Keep your chin up, sweetheart," Silas murmurs from my left. He walks half a step behind me, his shoulder brushing mine, a towering, "Let them see every single millimeter of the gold they couldn't afford."I don't look at him. I keep my eyes locked straight ahead, my heels clicking a slow, rhythmic cadence against the polished white marble path.The gold silk of my gown pools and ripples around my ankles like liquid amber, with the he
Chapter FortySilas POVThe heavy glass doors of the gallery swing shut behind Zara, cutting off the bitter howl of the courtyard wind. I step into the warmth of the room, my suit jacket unbuttoned, my alpha aura still coiled tight from three hours of listening to Northern lawyers argue over trade margins.Then, I smell him.The sharp, unmistakable scent of crushed pine and silver frost is practically dripping off the walls. It coats the air, heavy and desperate, suffocating the clean scent of the gallery. But more importantly, it’s clinging to her.Zara stands in the center of the room, her cheeks flushed a deep, violent crimson from the cold. Her breathing is jagged, her chest rising and falling beneath the golden silk armor of her gown. She looks like she just fought her way out of a collapse.My inner wolf slams against my ribs, a savage, territorial roar tearing through my veins. The impulse to hunt down the scent, to find Lir in the dark and tear his throat out until his blood s
Chapter Thirty-NineZara Fen POVThe stone courtyard of the Oakhaven gallery is freezing, but the biting mountain air feels like a mercy against my skin. I lean heavily against the frost-laced stone balustrade, my knuckles white as I stare out into the dark tundra beyond the hotel walls. Every breath I take leaves my lips in a frantic, white plume that immediately vanishes into the midnight sky.The council chambers are locked down until morning while the lawyers pore over Lir's decree, but the suffocating weight of that room followed me out here.Lir blocked the Joyce contract. He protected my trunk. He stood in front of the most powerful wolves in the North and gambled his own throne just to buy forty-eight hours.Why?My mind is a chaotic web of silver thread and old blood. Five years ago, he threw me away to save my life. That’s what he said in the alcove. He thought he was playing the long game, hiding me in plain sight by pretending I was nothing to him. But a savior doesn't lea
Chapter Thirty-EightAlpha Lir POVI sit at the high mahogany table, the High Alpha's signed decree heavy in my breast pocket, but the paper feels like a lead weight pressing into my ribs. The grand council chamber is a blur of noise. Around me, the elders are droning on about trade routes, asset redistribution, and the immediate necessity of finalizing the Joyce treasury contract.I don't hear a single word of it.All I can hear is the frantic, ragged rhythm of Zara’s breathing from ten minutes ago. All I can feel is the phantom sting of her silver needle pressing into the soft flesh beneath my jaw.I raise my thumb, tracing the small, dried speck of blood on my neck. She didn't just threaten me. She looked me dead in the eye, clad in the gold of the South, and told me the woman who loved me was dead.Lies.My wolf claws violently at the inside of my chest, the restless, snarling beast that wants to tear this entire council table in half. He knows what I know. When I trapped her agai
Chapter Thirty-SixZara Fen POVThe digital clock on the penthouse nightstand glows a steady, mocking red: 2:14 AM.Then, it dies.The entire suite plunges into a heavy, suffocating blackness so sudden it feels like a physical blow. The soft hum of the climate control cuts out, replaced by a stark,
Chapter Thirty-FiveSilas POVThe ice in my tumbler melts into a lukewarm puddle, but I don't touch the liquor. I keep my fingers wrapped around the heavy crystal, my gaze tracking the reflection of the Silvercrest guards standing by the VIP archway.They think they are being subtle. They think a S
Chapter Thirty-Four Alpha Lir POVThe packhouse conservatory is suffocatingly warm, smelling of damp earth and expensive Southern flowers. At the far end of the misty glass room, the High Alpha sits in a velvet armchair.He looks ancient, his silver hair cropped close, his face covered in old scar
Chapter Thirty-ThreeAlpha Lir POVThe heavy oak door of the penthouse clicks shut, sealing Zara safely inside the opulent suite. For a long moment, I stand in the quiet, carpeted corridor, my forehead pressed against the polished wood. My heart is a jagged rhythm against my ribs.I can still smell







