LOGINTears blurred my vision as I staggered away from the table. Behind me, Julietta sniggered. No one said anything else as I left the house with tears running down my cheeks.
How could they do this? My own parents? Even though Cassian was next in line to be the alpha of his pack, no sane woman wanted to marry him. No one even hoped they were his fated mate. He was a monster. Ever since my Dad chose Julietta to be his heir instead of me, I knew exactly where I stood in the family. But I also thought that with Julietta as alpha, I could remain in the pack, or leave if I found my mate and he was from a different pack. I was so happy that Axel was my mate. That meant I would be the Beta female. I didn't even care that I could be my sister's direct subordinate. All that mattered was that I would be my mate. But now I was being sent off to die in the hands of a man who wasn't a man but a feral creature? I didn't realize my legs had led me to the pack house until I was standing right in front of Axel's door. I raised my hand to knock. I had to tell him. He would know what to do. We could leave the pack and... "...I don't know, man." Axel was speaking to someone in the room with him. "It's just a letdown, you know?" The other person gave a short laugh. "Yeah, but there's nothing you can do about it now, right? The Moon Goddess has chosen." Axel sighed. "I can't believe she chose Iris for me. Can you believe it? I've spent my life knowing I'm going to end up with Julietta. Everyone knew that." The other person laughed again. "Everyone falls in love at least once before they find their mate. That doesn't mean they're going to end up with their first love." "I know...but Iris? I can't even imagine myself with her. She's just so boring and plain. Who would even look at her next to Julietta?" "I know what you mean. Julietta is way more beautiful. It must be a letdown, going from a bombshell like Julietta, to someone like Iris." "And that's not all," Axel muttered. "You know Julietta is Alpha Hugo's heir. I'm the next Beta. It makes sense that we'd end up together, you know?" "Yeah, but isn't that weird? Iris is the older sibling, right? Shouldn't she be the heir instead of Julietta? And besides, Julietta doesn't have a wolf right? Maybe that's the reason she isn't your mate. I mean, she can't recognize her mate without a wolf." Axel scoffed. "As if Iris is heir material. Her family probably recognizes her incompetence. And this is the person the Moon Goddess saddled me with. If I'd known this was waiting for me here, I wouldn't have returned to the pack. I don't even care that Julietta doesn't have a wolf. Who cares about that when she's so wonderful?" My heart hurt. Slowly, I dropped my hand back to my side and stepped away from the door. Before I could walk away though, the door was yanked open from inside. Axel stood there, staring at me. He was shirtless and his hair was disheveled as if he'd run his hands through it a million times. He only did that when he was worried or anxious. This time, it was because of me. He saw the look of betrayal and hurt on my face, and the tears. His eyes widened. "Did you hear all that?" He asked. I nodded stiffly. Axel sighed. "Iris, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I..." He sighed again. "I don't know why I said that. I just had a few drinks to loosen up, and then..." He gave me a pleading look. "You're drunk?" I asked hopefully. Maybe it wasn't him who said all those things. It was the alcohol talking. Axel nodded. "It was just a couple of glasses. I didn't think it would affect me so much..." "It's okay," I said quietly. "You didn't really mean what you said, did you?" "Of course, I didn't." "Alright." I nodded again, trying to reassure myself. "I have something to tell you." "What is it?" He asked. I took a deep breath, trying not to let my nervousness show. "I told my family about us." Axel's reaction was immediate. "You what?!" I was taken aback. "Why? Shouldn't I have...?" He ran his hands through his hair and let out a frustrated sigh. "Iris, I told you I needed some time to collect myself. Why did you go ahead to tell your family?!" "B-but..." "You know what? It's fine. Is this what you wanted to tell me?" He looked angry. "No," I replied in a small voice. "Then what is it?" I looked down at my feet for a moment, trying to collect myself. "Let's leave the pack," I told him. "What?" Axel sounded incredulous. I stepped forward a bit and tried to take his hand in mine. He stepped back out of my reach. I tried not to let that hurt as much as it did. "Let's leave," I repeated. "Let's go somewhere else and start a new life there. We can—" "Wait. Why would we do that? I have a life here. I'm supposed to be the Beta. And you want me to drop all that for you?" "I'm your mate, Axel. We can be happy together. We don't need titles or—" "I'll decide what I need or don't need after you tell me what's going on," he interrupted. "Why exactly do you want to leave the pack." "My parents have arranged a marriage for me." "What? With whom?" "The Bloody Prince. Do you see why—" "Wait. Slow down. The Bloody Prince? Cassian Stone? Are you serious?" I nodded. He was finally getting the picture. "My father asked me to reject you. He doesn't care about us. He just cares about the alliance between the packs. Please, Axel, we have to leave. I can't marry Cassian Stone, you know that. He'll kill me. And what about you? I found my mate. I can't leave you for someone else. I can't—" Axel turned away from me, heading back into his room. "Wait. Where are you going? We haven't finished talking!" "Just leave me alone, Iris," Axel muttered. "This wouldn't have happened if I wasn't mated to you." "What?" My voice was choked with pain. "I said do what you want," he said in a louder voice, just as he slammed the door in my face. "I don't care.""Morwen!" I yelled, pounding on the front door of Morwen's house. "Morwen! Open up!"I didn't care who saw me or what they said. This was one errand I couldn't leave to guards or servants. I had to come here myself. I would go on my knees and beg if I had to. "Morwen!" Just as I raised my fist to pound on the door again, it was pulled open from the inside, and the woman I'd come to see stood there, staring at me."Your Majesty. What is it?" She asked blandly. "Morwen, please... I need your help. Cora... She's in labour and..." I trailed off. I didn't even fully understand what was going on, only that Cora was in danger. "And what?" Morwen asked. "You have a doctor. You don't need my help."She started to close the door. "There's no baby!" I blurted. She froze. "What?" "There's no baby," I repeated. "Or at least the doctor can't find it. She's in labour, Morwen. She's getting weaker, but there's no sign of the baby. It's more than the doctor can handle."Morwen's expression was
Almost two months had passed since I'd been at death's door.I had no idea what really happened, but according to what Atlas told me, Morwen and the other witches had performed a ritual that was supposed to be forbidden. Everyone thought it was too dangerous, and that either I or my baby wouldn't survive it, but we did. However, since I woke up and recovered, I hadn't seen Morwen. Atlas said she was probably staying away because she had strongly advised against the ritual and didn't know how to face me. She'd also ignored all the letters I sent telling her I wanted to see her and thank her properly. I could technically go and see her myself, but Atlas would have an aneurysm if I even stepped one foot out of the palace. It was like his overprotectiveness had been cranked up a notch after my near brush with death. I rubbed at my lower back, putting more pillows underneath me so I could lean back. My stomach was so large that it felt like I was going to pop any day now, and I was re
This wasn't supposed to happen. What kind of mate was I if I couldn't save the one woman that was my responsibility, my life? For that matter, what kind of king was I? All my life, I'd never known true powerlessness until now. Until I saw Cora lying helpless in a bed, a bucket beside her and another beside me.The first one was still.emoty because since she passed out, she hadn't woken up to throw up in it, and the one beside me was filled with cold water and a small towel which I used, trying to bring down her fever. It wasn't working. I'd long since sent for a few maids and Morwen. What was the point in keeping them away when it was clear now that all my efforts had been for nothing? After she collapsed, I cleaned my mate up and put her in our bed. She was as pale as a ghost, her dark hair pooled across the pillow providing even more contrast. Goddess. I failed as a man. How could I not have noticed that she was ill, and not just from the pregnancy? Everyone said the plague
[Three months later] I woke up with my arms around my mate. She was hot. And not in the beauty sense. Temperature wise, she was hot. Leaning on my elbow, I pushed gently on her shoulder so she was lying on her back instead of on her side facing away from me. She was still asleep, but there was a small frown on her face, almost as if she was in pain. With the back of my hand, I felt her head, then her neck. My heart began to pound. She had a fever. Even though she'd become increasingly weak and nauseous with the pregnancy, this was the first time she actually felt feverish. Images of the worst began to race through my mind. In the past few months, victims of the plague had increased, and every day, a large number of people died. Both the werewolf doctors and the witch healers hadn't found a cure or anything even close yet. The disease just kept growing, unchecked, with no one having an idea of how it was transferred. I'd shut the palace down, quarantining everyone in
When Morwen returned the next day, it was with more bad news. "There's been reports of the outbreak of a disease," she said as she walked into the office Atlas and I used. "A disease?" Atlas asked, obviously surprised. "What disease? Who does it affect?" "No one knows what it is," she replied. "But so far, we've had five reports in just one day. Two of them are wolves. The others are witches.""That's impossible," Atlas and I said at the same time. "Werewolves don't get sick." Apparently," Morwen said, "they do now. It's odd, and like nothing we witches have seen before. We do get sick sometimes. According to what I've heard, it starts with a fever, and slowly deteriorates into the patient coughing up blood. The disease progresses fast, eating at the patient until they're nothing more than a husk of bones and dried flesh. Our healers have tried everything. Nothing seems to work." I frowned. "And this disease is totally new? Nothing the witches have ever experienced before?" She
"Here." Atlas slid his plate across the table until it rested in front of me, picking up mine at the same time. Mine contained a thick, uncut steak, while his contained the same, but cut into bite sized pieces, with a good helping of vegetables on the side. "Eat up." I pouted at him, gazing at the vegetables with distaste. "You know I don't like those." "I know," my mate agreed, a small smile on his lips. "But you have to eat them. I'll feed them to you if you won't eat." He picked up my fork and held it up to my lips trying to get me to eat. Obligingly, I opened my mouth and let him put them in. The guards at the door and the maids bringing in the dishes acted like they couldn't see us. After years of seeing their King and Queen acting like teenagers drunk on love, they had pretty much gotten used to it. "They're good, right?" Atlas asked. "No." I spoke with my mouth full. "They're not good." He speared a few veggies with his fork and brought them to his mouth too, then shru







