LOGINAthena
“At least, the moon goddess could have mated me to someone easier to keep around, maybe as a mistress. But with her no way” he said distastefully.
I staggered back, everything from the previous night flashing through my thoughts, years of pain and humiliation came crashing down.
He was like them, they were all the same, I could hear a sharp ringing across my ears.
I swung the door open, forcing myself steady, my gaze falling on my supposed mate who suddenly looked unappealing.
“You— did you hear anything just now?” The one beside him asked nervously, panic written across his face.
“Why?” I sneered, “anything in particular I shouldn't hear?”
“So, you did.” Rowan muttered, his expression remained the same, empty.
My nails dug into my palms, father's teaching surfaced, “Never let them see you fall, Athena, remain strong.” He'd always stay.
I bit my lips to stop it from quivering, “I have one question Rowan, Why?”
“How dare—”
“Lake” he intercepted, stopping him.
I chuckled dryly, “put a leash on your dog”
Color drained from Lake’s face, he looked like he had a lot to say.
“I understand you're hurt. But you're not exactly—” he paused, as if considering his words, his silver eyes sizing me.
“I'm not what? Slim enough to your liking? Not pretty enough? Come on, you had no issue saying it behind my back, putting your tail behind your back doesn't seem so good after all.” I taunted.
His lips pressed against each other, “I'm sorry,” I didn't miss the disdain that flashed past his eyes,
“Rowan wouldn't have even looked at you twice if you hadn't drugged him.”
I snorted, what a master-servant pair, “if you have issues training your dogs I'll gladly help you out, you seem like you could need some help”
“You're taking this too far. I will give you some money for your time, but the bond can't happen, it's not convenient.” His face contorted. “Not to mention, you're without rank too. An omega, you'll not survive my world.”
“Oh please. Stop with the self pity, consoling yourself that you're doing this for my sake.” My heart trembled with each world, but I forced myself steady, I wouldn't give them the satisfaction they craved.
“Since you're not man enough to end it, I'll gladly help you. No need to run in circles.” My voice hardened.
his brows furrowed “What are you—”
“I Athena, reject you, Rowan as my mate.” I cut him off, the words bounced off the wall, silence filled the room.
A sharp pain hit me, my knees wobbled, one hit the ground, I spat out a mouthful of blood.
My heart ached, the bond pulsed weakly, pain flaring through every part of my body,
The cold look on his face cracked, blood trickled down the corner of his lips, something settled in his eyes,
“Accept it” I gritted out.
“No.” He forced out, beads of sweat on his forehead, looks like he wasn't much better off than I was.
A slow smile crept to my lips, “Last chance, accept it or I'll help you to it.” I may be weak and rankless but I wasn't clueless about these things.
“No.” He grunted.
“You crazy woman, what are you doing,” Lake rushed to his side, helping him up, his face paler now.
“Fine then” I nodded.
Closing my eyes, I traced the bond, it was still there, pulsing weakly, I could barely feel it.
Mustering all the strength I could, I began ripping it, pulling as hard as I could, I doubled over, my breaths growing shallow, a metallic taste filled my lips but I continued, gritting through it.
His pupils widened, shock filling them, his mouth opened but another round of blood spilled out.
I ignored him, still tugging at the bond.
“I accept.” His voice came out shaky.
The bond snapped, gone before it even began.
“Good.” I nodded, I refuse to be anyone's trash.
I struggled to my feet, the look in his eyes had changed now. The calm in them was gone,
“You're insane” he mumbled.
My lips curved upwards, “So I've heard.” I turned, dragging my body with me, the pain had reduced now, but it was still there,
The soreness, the hollow, the loss, the ache. Red dripped down, forming a slow trail as I walked.
His gaze followed me till the doors of the room banged shut.
I didn't stop, I couldn't stop, not now, not here, with my head held high, I kept moving, barely acknowledging the greetings and strange looks I got.
Immediately that familiar massive oak door came in sight, and I saw that familiar figure standing right outside it.
“Shit, thena, what happened?” he rushed towards me.
My knees finally gave way, I collapsed into his arms, the tears streamed down like a river.
He lifted me into his arms, rushing me into the room, “who was it? Was it the girls again? Were you bullied at the academy?” He asked all in one breath, lowering me gently into the bed.
I shook my head, burying my face into his neck, barely able to form words, my body quivered, shaking.
He wrapped his hand around me, letting, patting my back slowly, “it's alright, let it all out. Big brother is here, no matter who it is, I'll definitely stand up for you.”
His words made me start a fresh round of bawling, my heart felt like it had just been crushed into pieces, like I had been given a silver lining only for it to be snatched away right before my eyes.
“Ethan” my voice came out strangled, “is it really a crime to be fat?”
AthenaI knew something was wrong with Chase before he told me.It was the way he was standing outside the studio door when I came out, weight on the wrong foot, jaw doing that thing it did when he was working through something he didn’t want to say. I’d known him long enough to read the specific language of his silences and this one was loud.“Inside.” I said.He came in. Sat in the window chair. Didn’t say anything immediately which was its own kind of answer.I pulled up the stool and sat across from him and waited.“Rurik came to me last night.” He said.I kept my face still. “What did he want.”“To talk.” Chase looked at his hands. “Very friendly, very casual, wanted to know how I was settling in, whether I felt like my position here was secure given the circumstances.” He paused. “Whether I felt like Athena’s attention was still on the same things it used to be.”The last part landed like it was meant to.“He was asking if things had changed between us.” I said.“He was asking i
RowanAmara knocked on my study door on a Tuesday.Three fast, one slow. I’d learned that was her knock. I’d been learning her patterns the way you learn a language, slowly and then all at once, the particular vocabulary of a five year old who had her mother’s instincts and her own entirely separate logic.“Come in.” I said.She came in with the rabbit and the sketchbook and stood just inside the door looking around the study with the assessment she gave every room she entered. Then she walked to the chair across from my desk and climbed into it and settled.I waited.“Peri said you know things.” She said.“What kind of things.”“Wolf things.” She opened the sketchbook on her lap. “I have questions.”I set my pen down. “Okay.”She looked at her drawings, flipping through pages with the seriousness of someone consulting notes. The drawings were rough the way children’s drawings were rough but there was something in them, a quality of observation, she’d drawn the wolves from specific an
AthenaI made a mistake in the studio.Not with the tattoo, the tattoo was fine, the tattoo was good actually, one of those sessions where everything cooperates and you step back and the work is exactly what you wanted it to be. That wasn’t the mistake.The mistake was the conversation.I’d asked about his ink because it was genuinely useful information and because I’d been curious since the courtyard and I’d told myself both those things were purely professional. Then he’d talked about the map on his forearm, the unfinished one, the destination he hadn’t committed to yet, and I had felt something move in me that I hadn’t been prepared for.That was the mistake. Letting it move.I cleaned up the studio after he left, Amara having followed him out with some question about the wolves that he’d stopped to answer in the corridor, their voices carrying faintly through the open door. I lined up my inks in their order and wiped down the table and told myself I was fine.I was mostly fine.Ch
RowanI was in the studio at nine.She was already there, which I’d expected, setting up with the focused efficiency she brought to everything she did with her hands. The room smelled like ink and something else, cedar maybe, her scent underneath all of it.I sat in the chair she pointed at without being told twice.She pulled a stool close, sat, took my arm without ceremony, pushed the sleeve up to the elbow. Her hands were cool against my skin, steady, the grip of someone who knew exactly what they were doing and didn’t need to think about it.I looked at the ceiling.“Stay still.” She said.“I am still.”“You’re about to not be. People tense before they realize they’re tensing.” She was examining the wolf on my wrist, turning my arm slightly in the light. “How long ago.”“Twelve years.”“It’s held well.” She said it like a professional assessment, nothing personal in it. “The lines are clean, the ink hasn’t spread too badly.” She reached for something on the table behind her. “I’m
AthenaI found out about Chase from Rowan.Not directly. Nothing with Rowan was ever direct, it came sideways, the way most things in this palace did. He came to the studio the morning after Rurik’s visit, earlier than usual, and stood in the doorway with that still face of his and asked me one question.“The meeting Sael attended three months ago. The one about border schedules.” He said. “Did Chase know about it.”I looked at him. “Why.”“Answer the question first.”I set my pen down slowly. “Chase knows most things I know. We talked about the border situation when it came up in conversation, I don’t remember exactly what I said or when.” I kept my eyes on his face. “Why are you asking about Chase.”He was quiet for a moment. Not evasive, just measuring something.“His name came up in the report.” He said. “He was in a meeting where schedule information was present. I’m not drawing conclusions, I’m asking questions.”Something cold moved through me. “Chase has been with me for six y
RowanChase came to find me at midnight.Not Lake, Chase. Which told me Athena had sent him, which told me something had happened that she’d decided I needed to know about immediately rather than in the morning.He stood in my study doorway with the particular posture of a man who would rather be anywhere else but was going to do this correctly anyway.“Rurik visited the studio tonight.” He said. “Late. After the palace went quiet.”I set my pen down.“She said he was clocking the room. The window, the door, the layout.” Chase kept his voice even. “She wanted you to know tonight.”I looked at him for a moment. “Is she alright.”“She’s fine. Locked the studio, came to me.” A pause. “She handled it well.”“She handles everything well.” I said, not really to him.He was quiet for a second. Something in his face moved, complicated, there and gone. “Yeah.” He said. “She does.”I stood. “Thank you for coming.”He nodded once and left.I stood at my desk for a moment after he’d gone.Rurik vi
Six years.I had turned every stone in three kingdoms, burned through favors I’d spent a decade accumulating, and she had been here. Here. In the human quarter, behind a glass door with her name stenciled in gold ink like she hadn’t dismantled two kingdoms with her disappearing act.I stood across
Athena“Useless”“She's a disgrace to the royal family,”“A wolf less hybrid” “She caused the death of her mother.”“A curse.”“A fat one.”Nameless faces whispered around me, drowning me in their curses.“No, No, I didn't, I'm not” I protested weakly against the sea of voices drowning out mine.
Rowan's Pov The door slammed shut, the vibration heavy in my heart.I wiped off the blood with the wipes from Lake.“What a bit—” I shot Lake a glare, he paused half way, “your highness, how could you stand up for that omega that doesn't know her place” he grumbled. “It's fine. I hurt her too.
AthenaI tugged at my collar, my head dizzy, everything around me tilted sideways, the heat was growing, which was practically speaking impossible within these four words.“Greetings Your highness” a voice greeted and sauntered off, I could barely make out who it was, my senses were getting duller,







