LOGINkelsey pov"You are sure the outer drainage grate wasn't tampered with from the outside?"I stood beside the cold stone archway of the eastern corridor, watching two of Marcus’s elite shadow trackers kneel beside the hidden wooden door. The metallic scent of nightshade ash still hung heavy in the stagnant air, clinging to the back of my throat like bitter smoke.The lead tracker ran his gloved fingers along the rusted iron hinges before looking up at Zeus. "The lock was picked from the inside, Your Majesty. Whoever slipped through here already had a palace sentry’s passkey—or someone on the inside handed it to them."Zeus’s jaw tightened into solid granite, the golden fire in his eyes flaring brighter in the dim torchlight. Beside him, I kept my left wrist tucked carefully beneath the heavy velvet cuff of my sleeve, hiding the faint, throbbing ache that refused to fade since the blood vial was taken."Find the sentry who held the eastern key rotation at dusk," Zeus ordered, his low vo
Chapter One Hundred and Fifteen — The East Corridor Trailkelsey's POV "Show me."My command cut through the heavy silence of the war room before Zeus could even utter a word.Every protective instinct inside my wolf was roaring at full volume. The moment Rowan mentioned that hooded figure in the east corridor, the military precision I usually relied on snapped into a lethal, singular focus. Someone had breached the inner sanctum of Fullcrest, stolen Sovereign blood right from under our noses, and crossed paths with Rowan in an empty hallway.I stepped directly up to her side, my frame boxing her in from the tension filling the room. I kept my voice low and steady, holding back the crushing weight of my Alpha-Beta aura so I wouldn't startle her further. "Which archway did he take, Rowan? Think carefully."Rowan looked up at me, her brown eyes wide and shining in the warm torchlight. Her chest rose and fell with a quick, shallow breath as she nodded, stepping back toward the heavy iro
Kelsey's POV"The wards didn't just fail, Sire. They were systematically unraveled from the inside."Marcus stood beside the map table, his knuckles white against the dark mahogany. The iron sconces along the stone walls flickered wildly, casting long, frantic shadows across the war room.I didn't step back from the table. The violent heat of Zeus’s Alpha aura was still rolling through the room, heavy enough to make my lungs ache with every breath, but I kept my eyes locked on Varian. The court herbalist was still trembling, clutching the shattered remains of the iron vault chest against his robes."Show me," Zeus growled. His voice wasn't just low—it was a deep, dangerous vibration that made the glass decanters on the sideboard rattle against the wood.Varian swallowed hard, stepping forward with faltering steps. He placed the velvet lining of the broken chest onto the table. The small glass vial that had held my blood sample on my first day in Fullcrest was completely gone. In its p
Chapter One Hundred and Twelve — The Training Grounds & The Subtle DefenseMarcus POVThe afternoon sun beat down on the open flagstones of the inner courtyard, casting long, sharp shadows across the gravel.I stood on the high stone balcony of the main barracks, resting my forearms against the cool granite railing as I supervised routine sword drills. Below me, two dozen vanguard recruits clashed iron, their heavy leather boots kicking up dust while their sweat-stained tunics clung to their backs. As the Beta of Fullcrest, keeping our perimeter force sharp was my primary duty. But today, the rhythmic clatter of steel against steel did little to ease the heavy knot of tension sitting squarely between my shoulders.My mind kept wandering back to the quiet garden, to the delicate weight of a handmaid caught against my chest, and the scent of wild honey and autumn rain that refused to leave my senses.Movement near the archway caught my eye.Rowan stepped out into the bright sunlight, ca
Chapter One Hundred and Thirteen — Shadows and ShieldsRowan’s POV "You seem to be everywhere now, Rowan, don't you think?"His words looped endlessly in my head, echoing over the heavy thud of my boots as I hurried down the quiet stone corridor leading to Kelsey’s private suite.I pushed the heavy oak door open with my shoulder, stepping inside and letting it click shut behind me. My lungs felt far too small for my chest. My hands, tightly clutching the handles of the heavy linen basket, were trembling so hard the wicker rattled against my apron.I set the basket down on the edge of the wash table with a shaky exhale, leaning my palms flat against the smooth wood. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to force the memory of the courtyard out of my mind, but it was impossible. I could still feel the terrifying, bone-chilling weight of Marcus’s Alpha-Beta voice when he stepped between me and those noble guards. The air in the courtyard had turned to absolute ice in a single heartbeat, his r
Chapter One Hundred and Thirteen — The Shadow on the Floorkelsey pov "You're lying to me, Kelsey."Zeus’s low voice cut through the quiet of the war room, heavy and absolute.I kept my eyes fixed on the map of the northern border spread across the mahogany table, refusing to look up at him. "I am not lying. I slept fine last night, the trade reports are fine, and I am perfectly fine."Across the table, Marcus rolled up a set of patrol ledgers, his sharp eyes darting between the two of us. He knew better than to step into the middle of our storm. He cleared his throat, slipping the parchment into his leather satchel."I'll inspect the outer courtyard sentries myself," Marcus said, offering a quick nod before turning on his heel. "I'll be right outside if you need me, Sire."The heavy iron door clicked shut behind him, leaving the room dead silent except for the crackle of the hearth fire in the corner.I picked up a brass compass from the table, pretending to measure distances on the







