ANDRE POVThe summon met me at dawn with a sharp knock on my door and a tense command from one of Drake’s guards. The Alpha requires you in his study. Immediately.The command didn’t sit well with me for I had spent a night haunted by the scent of Drake on Lillian’s skin, my wolf a clawing, furious beast beneath my own. The burning need to claim her, to finally solidify the bond that was both my greatest blessing and most deepest torment, was a physical ache. Tonight. It had to be tonight.I found him standing behind his desk, the picture of cool but detached authority. The early morning sun shone on his form, carving lines on his face, making him look less like a brother and more like a monument to power. He didn’t look up as I entered, his attention was fixed on a document laid out before him.“You wanted to see me,” I said flatly as I refused to grant him the courtesy of a title. He finally raised his head to look at me with his eyes icy cold and unreadable. “A situation has arise
LILLIAN POVThe morning sun felt like a lie, as it streamed into the pack kitchen, warm and golden, but it could not penetrate the cold feeling that had settled in my body. Across the wooden table, Salome and Lydia tried their best to brighten up my mood, with concern etched on their faces. “It is the way of our world, Lily,” Lydia said gently as she pushed a plate of honey cakes toward me that I had no hope of eating. “The mate bond is a gift. To seal it is a blessing. Nyla must be excited.”She was. My wolf was a whirl of excited energy in my chest, pacing with anticipation for the night to come. Her primal happiness was a huge contrast to the aching mess of my human heart. Her joy only made my sadness feel heavier.“I know it is a blessing,” I whispered, as I traced the grain of wood with my finger. “But it doesn’t feel like one. It feels like a sentence.”Salome stretched her hand over the counter and covered my hand with hers. “Your heart will align. The bond will see to it. Onc
DRAKE POVThe door to my chambers slammed shut loudly behind me, the sound echoing through the silent room. For a long moment, I just stood there, my back against the heavy oak, listening to the frantic thumbing of my own heart. Her scent was still on me…jasmine and bergamot, clinging to my clothes, my skin, my lips. An imaginary pain, sweet and full of agony.I wanted this. And I pulled her into my arms.The memory was like a scar. I could still feel the soft push of her body against mine, the desperate little sound she made in the back of her throat, the way her fingers held me tightly as if I were the only solid thing in her chaotic world. For a few stolen minutes on that balcony, she had been mine. Not a Beta’s mate, not a political pawn, not a bond to be secured. Just Lillian. And I had been just a man who wanted her.And the whole illusion shattered the moment Andre’s words ripped through my study.“Tomorrow night, I am claiming her.”The declaration hung in the air of my chambe
LILLIAN POVThe feast was a beautiful lie of laughter and celebration. I smiled, I nodded and I played my part, but my entire being was focused on one man. Drake. Our bond was like a live wire, sparking with every glance from the head table. It was like a secret current, pulling me towards him as I couldn’t seem to look away.Andre’s solid, but quiet presence beside me was a huge contrast to what I felt for Drake, a warm, steady pressure that should have been comforting. Instead, it heightened my guilt. His bond was different….a call from my wolf, Nyla, who yearned for her mate. I was torn in two. My body aches for Drake, but my wolf craved Andre.When Drake stood and left, the pull became irresistible. I made an excuse and slipped away with my heart thundering in my chest.He was on the balcony. He turned as I approached and looked at me with his eyes dark and clouded.“You wanted to talk,” I whispered.“I wanted this.”In two strides, he was on me. His kiss was desperate and hungry,
ANDRE POVThe feast dragged on for as long as it could and I had no choice but to laugh at the right places, clapped loudly when I needed to, and made conversation with visiting Alphas…yet my eyes never left Lillian. She moved like light itself, her movements graceful, speaking politely with elders, smiling at warriors, but her gaze…her gaze stayed focus on him. Drake.And I felt it.The bond between us buzzed beneath my skin, restless and sharp, like my wolf, who was clawing to get out. He wanted her. Needed her. But she….she was slipping out of the feast hall, into the shadows.My breath seized.My wolf snarled and paced restlessly inside me.She is going to him.And when the heavy balcony doors closed behind her, and her presence stretched thin across the bond, something inside me cracked.I held the edge of the table tightly until the wood cracked under my palm and some of the guest turned to look at me in shock at the sudden sound, but I forced a smile and muttered something abou
DRAKE POVThe scent hit me first….musk and rot, cutting through the festive scent of roasted meat and drinks. Eastern Pack. Here. Now.My eyes locked with Lillian’s across the arena. She felt it too, I saw the moment her smile faded, the way her hand tightened in Andre’s. The bond between us buzzed angrily.‘Not yet,’ I sent a message to her. ‘Stay calm.’Lucas materialized at my side, his voice low and calculating. “Perimeter breach. East side. Three, maybe four.”“Contain them,” I ordered, barely moving my lips. “Quietly. I don’t want a panic.”He disappeared back into the crowd. On the tournament field, the knife throwing competition continued, blades flashing in the sun. The crowd cheered, oblivious to the threat moving among them.I climbed down from the podium, moving through the stands with deliberate calmness. Warriors positioned in between the crowd caught my eye….a slight nod, hand signal and they began moving the Eastern Pack intruders towards the abandoned storage tents be