Conan’s POV
The council chamber buzzed with low conversation as I entered, flanked by Rokan and two enforcers. The elders turned in their seats, their expressions wary. At the far end of the obsidian table, Luna Samira sat elegantly, her hands folded atop the polished surface. She wore a flowing crimson gown today, her golden hair coiled into a perfect braid down her back, the thin gold circlet of her fake judiciary rank gleaming under the torchlight.
Her gaze flicked to me with forced warmth, her lips curling into a gentle smile. My wolf snarled quietly, sensing the rot beneath her pretty veneer.
“Alpha Conan,” Elder Davian greeted, rising to his feet. “We didn’t expect you to summon us so urgently this morning.”
I nodded once, taking my place at the
Maya’s POVThe world felt heavy when I opened my eyes, as if I was buried under layers of warm, suffocating blankets. I blinked against the faint light seeping through heavy curtains, the smell of herbs, cedarwood, and… something deeply familiar surrounding me.I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through my side, making me gasp. Almost immediately, a large warm hand pressed gently against my shoulder, urging me back down.“Don’t move too quickly,” Conan’s deep voice rumbled, filled with a softness I had never heard before.My vision cleared, and there he was. Sitting at the edge of the bed, his golden eyes trained intently on me, brows furrowed with worry. His tunic was rumpled, his hair disheveled like he’d run his hands through it too many times.“Alpha…” I croaked, my throat dry and sore. “What… happened…?”He sighed and reached for a
Conan’s POVI woke with a start, my wolf snarling furiously as a deafening howl tore through the stillness of the night. My eyes snapped open, immediately adjusting to the darkness. The scent of blood drifted through the cracked windows, mingling with the frantic yelps and growls outside.“Attack,” my wolf growled, his hackles raised. “Enemies at our gates.”I shot up from my bed, pulling on my tunic and grabbing my sword from its resting place near the nightstand. My boots thudded against the stone floor as I raced out of my chambers, warriors already flooding the hallways with weapons drawn.“Report!” I barked at Rokan, who was strapping his chest plate on near the council chamber doors.“Rival Pack, Alpha,” he growled, his eyes burning with fury. “They breached the eastern gates. Some have entered the nursery wing.
Maya’s POVThe moonlight spilled into my chamber in silver beams, illuminating the small figure curled against my side. Jayden’s soft breaths rose and fell steadily, his dark curls splayed across his pillow. I brushed a hand through his hair gently, feeling a quiet ache in my chest.He deserves peace, my wolf whispered softly.I sighed and leaned back against the headboard, exhaustion pulling at my bones. The past few days felt like a blur of pain, fear, and confusion. And through it all… Conan had been there.Almost on cue, there was a quiet knock on the chamber door. My wolf perked up immediately, her golden eyes glowing with quiet anticipation.“It’s him,” she hummed softly.“Come in,” I called quietly, careful not to wake Jayden.The door opened with a soft creak, and C
Conan’s POVI sat at the small breakfast table in my private chambers, sipping strong coffee while reviewing the parchment reports Rokan had delivered earlier. The morning sun streamed through the tall windows, illuminating the golden curls of the boy sitting across from me.Jayden was munching on buttered bread, swinging his small legs under the chair. Crumbs dotted his cheeks. He paused mid-bite, his dark eyes flicking up to me curiously.“Alpha Conan,” he said softly, his voice still husky from sleep.I hummed in acknowledgment, not lifting my gaze from the parchment. “Hm?”“Can… can I call you something else?”
Maya’s POVThe sun was just beginning to rise, casting golden rays through the tall windows of the Alpha’s council hall. The stone floors gleamed, polished to perfection, and warriors stood along the edges, their eyes hard and unyielding. Jayden sat on a cushioned chair beside me, swinging his small legs back and forth as he gnawed on a slice of fruit one of the maids had given him.My heart thundered in my chest. My palms felt clammy as I clenched them in my lap. Conan stood in front of the throne-like chair at the end of the hall, his golden eyes blazing with silent fury. He hadn’t spoken a word since summoning the warriors to bring Jonathan here.I didn't even want to see him. I didn't want to deal with that manipulation again. But there was no one here except Conan, Jayden and I, and I th
Conan’s POVThe council chamber buzzed with low conversation as I entered, flanked by Rokan and two enforcers. The elders turned in their seats, their expressions wary. At the far end of the obsidian table, Luna Samira sat elegantly, her hands folded atop the polished surface. She wore a flowing crimson gown today, her golden hair coiled into a perfect braid down her back, the thin gold circlet of her fake judiciary rank gleaming under the torchlight.Her gaze flicked to me with forced warmth, her lips curling into a gentle smile. My wolf snarled quietly, sensing the rot beneath her pretty veneer.“Alpha Conan,” Elder Davian greeted, rising to his feet. “We didn’t expect you to summon us so urgently this morning.”I nodded once, taking my place at the