LOGINThe next day, the tension in the manor was a suffocating blanket. Kael and I were confined to the central area, under the heavy, silent surveillance of Ethan, Kael's Beta.Ethan was the very definition of traditional Pack loyalty: muscular, disciplined, and with an expression of permanent disgust whenever his eyes landed on me. He wasn't just guarding Kael; he was assessing my failure.Kael and I sat in the sprawling library, pretending to work on school assignments. The bond hummed steadily, a secret language between us, maintaining the calm that Kael needed."He's testing us," Kael murmured, his eyes scanning the book in front of him. "Father is not convinced by last night's performance. He wants to see if the bond's stability holds under stress.""What kind of stress?" I whispered back.Before Kael could answer, Marcus strode into the library. He didn't look at us. He walked to the center of the room, pulling a small, atomizer bottle from his pocket.The scent that filled the air w
The Thorne manor dining room was a monument to wealth and oppression. The table, a vast expanse of polished black marble, seated only three of us, making the silence feel cavernous. A single, ornate chandelier cast a blinding, cold light on the immaculate setting.Kael was on my right. His presence was a solid, radiating heat - a silent promise of protection and the source of the steady, low thrum in my chest. We had agreed: tonight was a performance. We had to project the illusion of a settled, stabilized bond.Marcus Thorne sat at the head, looking less like a father and more like a judge presiding over a tribunal. He was impeccably dressed, but his salt-and-pepper hair was slightly dishevelled, betraying his recent stress. He didn't speak as the housekeeper served the elaborate meal. He simply watched us.The food was untouched. The tension was the only thing being consumed.Finally, Marcus placed his fork down with a sharp, metallic clink that echoed in the silence."You two seem.
The next day at school, the silence in the hallways was deafening, a direct contrast to the noise of the previous week. Everyone knew the story now, and the atmosphere was thick with cautious curiosity. Willow Hayes, the step-witch, was a known liability, and people steered clear.Sierra, however, was not deterred. She approached me at my locker after the final bell."You're meeting him, aren't you?" she hissed, her blue eyes narrowed with jealous suspicion. "He never comes to the cafeteria anymore. He’s always watching your wing of the school. You're trying to use the family bond to get to him."I met her gaze evenly, applying the calm Kael had taught me. "You're confused, Sierra. Kael Thorne is obsessed with his father's approval. I'm just an unfortunate complication."My calculated indifference infuriated her. She grabbed my arm, her grip surprisingly strong. "Don't think you've won! The Stormfang family is old. They have rules for disposal. You're a liability, Willow. And you're o
I waited for Kael in the grand, silent library. The clock struck midnight. The air was heavy, but the throbbing in my head had subsided - a strange calm, as if the Mate bond was anticipating our proximity.Kael slipped into the room, not through the door, but through the window, moving with a silent, feline grace that confirmed his non-human nature. He was wearing clean clothes now, but the scent of damp earth still clung to him."You're late," I murmured, my voice shaking slightly."Had to lose the Beta," he replied, his amber eyes scanning the dark corners of the library, perpetually vigilant. "Ethan is loyal to my father first. He’s watching me."He sat down across the massive mahogany table from me, his posture instantly serious. He pulled a worn leather-bound journal from his bag."We start with the Trials," he said, opening the book to densely handwritten notes. "The Alpha Trials are a series of tests: Strength, Strategy, and Loyalty. I have to win all three to secure the succes
The confession was raw, desperate, and utterly terrifying. It wasn't a romance; it was a pact with a monster who needed me to remain human."What do you want?" I asked, pushing past the terror and focusing on the only thing I had: logic. "Marcus wants the bond severed. You need it strengthened. What do I get out of this deal?"Kael looked momentarily stunned by my practicality. His lips curled into a half-smirk, the brief flicker of the cocky high school king returning. "You're smart. I knew you would be.""Don't flatter me, Kael. Just tell me the rules.""The rules are simple," he stated, stepping back to give me space. "You and I have to present a united front. We have to make the Pack believe that I am in control and that the bond is manageable. If the Elders believe the Mate is a liability, they side with my father and terminate the bond - meaning they eliminate you.""And if they believe I'm strong enough?""They give me time," Kael said, his amber eyes intense. "Time to stabiliz
The note was a direct command. An hour later, the final bell rang, releasing the students into the afternoon light. I ignored Liora's worried glance and headed straight for the gym annex, Liora’s prime danger zone.The gym annex was a forgotten wing of the school, dusty and smelling of old leather and sweat. I found the designated meeting spot: a narrow, metal-doored supply closet tucked beneath the bleachers. The door was slightly ajar.I pushed it open and stepped inside.The closet was dark, cramped, and filled with the musky, pine-and-cologne scent of Kael. He was leaning against a stack of discarded mats, breathing heavily, his arms crossed. He wore a black tank top, and the tension in his shoulders was palpable. He looked simultaneously like the Alpha-in-Training and an animal cornered."You came," he said, his voice low and raspy."You gave me an ultimatum," I retorted, trying to sound braver than I felt. I kept my distance, pressing myself against the metal shelves. "You told







