MasukScreams. Running feet. The sound of furniture crashing. Omegas shouting over each other. “Jack…?” He’s already tensed beside me, eyes flashing silver. “Something’s wrong.” Before I can speak, one of the younger omegas rushes toward us, her face pale and panicked. “Your Majesty! The prince—he—he’s
By the time we make it back to our private tent that night, exhaustion finally crashes over me. I sink onto the edge of the bed, untying the leather straps from my wrists. Every muscle aches, and without thinking, my hand drifts to my lower belly again. Jack turns from the basin where he’s washing
It’s been seven years since the night I brought Lior into the world—seven years since everything changed. And now, here I stand again, before the ruins of a broken pack hall, blood drying on my hands, my pulse still racing from the rush of justice served… and from the secret I’ve been hiding. The
Jack steps forward, rubbing the back of his neck. “Speaking of that,” he says, his voice calm but firm, “I’ve been talking with the High Priest. I think he’s found a solution.” I tense immediately. “What kind of solution?” “A harmless one,” Jack assures me, though he doesn’t quite meet my eyes. “S
Two years later The palace feels lighter these days—alive with the kind of sweet chaos only children can bring. Lior’s laughter echoes through the marble halls like sunlight turned to sound—bright, wild, and impossible to contain. At two years old, he’s a curious little wolf, always running, climbi
“Kali?” Her name leaves my mouth in a broken whisper. My heart feels like it’s about to stop, terrified of the worst—terrified that she’s gone. Her body lies still—too still—and my pulse hammers violently against my ribs. I press my palm to her cheek. She’s warm, her skin pale and slick with sweat.
I let my gaze sweep over them, slow and heavy with disappointment.“He committed a crime against the Moon Goddess herself. He violated the sacredness of the mate bond. He marked her without her consent.” Gasps ripple through the crowd. “And because of him,” I continue, my voice cracking despite my
His words strike something deep inside me—sharp and a pounding ache erupts in my skull. Then—images. Fragmented and flashing like lightning. A little girl in a white dress, a glittering necklace resting against her chest. Tom’s laughter—my best friend—as we build a sandcastle and chase waves along
Somewhere deep within the palace, while panic and chaos claw through the halls over a dying girl, Lady Celestia twirls in place behind gold-lined walls and satin curtains. She moves like a giddy child playing queen in a dollhouse, her silken robe cascading over her shoulders like a crown of its own.
The storm outside doesn’t calm. Thunder refuses to stop. It roars again—louder, angrier—shaking the palace walls with every strike, raging in sync with the chaos brewing inside. The chandelier’s crystals clatter above. Stone pillars groan. Paintings crash to the floor, shattering like fragile bones







