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Aldric Thorne stayed for three days.
Three days of watching me with those calculating ice-blue eyes. Three days of casual questions that felt like interrogations. Three days of smiling while my skin crawled every time he entered a room.
On the morning of the fourth day, I woke to find him gone.
"He left before dawn," Damien said over breakfast, not looking up from his tablet. "Said he had urgent Council business in the northern territories."
"That's sudden."
"He's a busy man." Damien's tone was dismissive, but I caught the relief in his scent. Even my mate had been uncomfortable with Aldric's presence.
Good. He should be.
I sipped my coffee, watching Damien through my lashes. He'd been distant since our argument, sleeping in his office more nights than not. The mate bond ached with the separation, a dull throb in my chest that my wolf whimpered about.
But I was getting better at ignoring it.
"I need to go to Seattle next week," I said casually.
Damien looked up, surprised. "Seattle? Why?"
"There's a Luna conference. Leadership training, networking with other packs. I think it would be beneficial." The lie came easily. There was no conference. But Seattle was where I'd find Katherine Wolfe.
"I don't know, Sera. With the summit coming up in a few months, you'll be busy with preparations here."
"The summit is four months away. This is only a three-day trip." I set down my cup. "Unless you don't think I'm capable of representing our pack?"
The challenge hung in the air. Damien's jaw tightened.
"Of course you're capable. I just don't see the necessity."
"Then consider it personal development. I want to be a better Luna." I softened my voice, playing the role. "For you. For our pack."
He studied me for a long moment, and I could see him weighing his options. Refuse and look controlling, or agree and lose oversight of my activities for three days.
"Fine. But Marcus goes with you."
My heart sank. "I don't need a babysitter."
"He's not a babysitter. He's protection. Seattle has multiple packs, and you'll be alone in unfamiliar territory." Damien's tone left no room for argument. "Marcus goes, or you don't."
I forced a smile. "Of course. That's very thoughtful."
Damien returned to his tablet, satisfied. I finished my breakfast in silence, my mind already racing. Marcus's presence would complicate things, but it might also provide an opportunity. He was clearly having doubts about Damien. Maybe I could use this trip to deepen that wedge.
After breakfast, I headed to my morning training session. Lucas had been true to his word, drilling me relentlessly every day. My body ached constantly, covered in bruises that I hid under long sleeves.
But I was getting stronger. Faster. More confident.
Today, Marcus was waiting at the training grounds when I arrived.
"Heard we're taking a trip to Seattle," he said, falling into step beside me as we warmed up.
"News travels fast."
"Damien asked me this morning. Said You need protection." Marcus glanced at me. "Do you really need it, or does he just not trust you alone?"
The question was bold. Direct. Very un-Beta-like.
"What do you think?"
"I think he's been acting strange for months. Secretive. Distant." Marcus stopped stretching and faced me. "And I think you've noticed it too."
We stared at each other. This was a pivotal moment. I could deflect, play ignorant, maintain the facade. Or I could take a risk.
I chose risk.
"He's having an affair."
Marcus's eyes widened. "What?"
"With Vivian Cross. It's been going on for months, maybe longer." The words tasted like poison, but they needed to be said. "I've known for a while."
"Sera..." Marcus looked horrified. "Why haven't you confronted him? Why haven't you told the pack?"
"Because I'm waiting for the right moment." I resumed my stretching, keeping my voice low. "A Luna can't just accuse her Alpha of infidelity without proof. She needs evidence. Allies. A plan."
"I'm your ally," Marcus said immediately. "Whatever you need."
"Even if it means going against your Alpha?"
He didn't hesitate. "If my Alpha is betraying his mate, betraying his Luna, then he's already gone against everything we stand for. The pack deserves better. You deserve better."
Something warm bloomed in my chest. Not the mate bond, something different. Gratitude. Trust.
Maybe even the beginning of a friendship.
"Thank you, Marcus."
"What's in Seattle? Is it really a Luna conference?"
"No." I met his eyes. "I'm looking for someone. Someone who might be able to help me understand some things about my family. My mother's side."
"Does this have anything to do with Aldric Thorne's visit?"
Smart. Marcus was connecting dots faster than I'd expected.
"Maybe. I don't know yet." I wasn't ready to tell him everything. Not about Selene's Daughters, not about the Council's fear, not about my death and rebirth. That was too much, too soon. "But I need to find this person. And I need to do it without Damien knowing the real reason."
Marcus nodded slowly. "Then we'll make it look like a conference. I'll book hotel rooms, register us for some legitimate Luna events happening that weekend. Create a paper trail."
"You'd do that?"
"I'm your Beta too, Sera. Not just his." Marcus's gray eyes were steady, determined. "And if he's betraying you, then I choose you."
The rest of the week passed in a blur of preparation. I continued my training, attended my Luna duties, and played the perfect mate whenever Damien was around. At night, I studied my mother's journal, memorizing every detail about Selene's daughters and their powers.
On Wednesday, Vivian showed up again.
She arrived alone this time, claiming she was "in the area" and wanted to visit. Damien welcomed her with a smile that made my stomach turn.
I watched them from across the dining hall, the way they gravitated toward each other, the subtle touches that they thought no one noticed. Vivian's hand on his arm. Damien's fingers brushing her waist as he guided her to a seat.
The mate bond screamed in protest, shredding my insides with jealousy and pain.
I breathed through it, let it wash over me without showing a flicker of emotion on my face.
"Luna Sera!" Vivian called out, waving me over with false friendliness. "Come join us!"
I walked over with a smile. "Vivian. What a lovely surprise."
"Isn't it? I was just telling Damien about the most wonderful spa that opened near Shadowpine space. You should visit sometime. You look so tense lately."
The insult was wrapped in concern. Implying I was stressed, haggard, not taking care of myself.
"I appreciate the recommendation. Though I find that physical training is better for stress relief than spa treatments." I smiled sweetly. "Keeps both the body and mind sharp."
Vivian's eyes narrowed. "Training? How unusual for a Luna."
"Sera's been working with Lucas," Damien said, and there was a note of pride in his voice that surprised me. "She's actually quite good."
Vivian's smile turned brittle. "How masculine. I've always believed a Luna's strength comes from grace and diplomacy, not brute force."
"Why not both?" I sat down across from them, pouring myself tea with steady hands. "The modern Luna should be multifaceted. Graceful when needed, strong when necessary."
"How progressive." Vivian's tone suggested the opposite. She turned to Damien. "Speaking of strength, Father mentioned you're considering the Luna binding ritual for the summit?"
My hand froze on the teacup.
Damien shot Vivian a sharp look. "That's not decided yet."
"But you're considering it?" I set down my cup carefully. "You're considering binding my power to yours without discussing it with me first?"
"It's tradition," Vivian interjected before Damien could speak. "A public display of unity between Alpha and Luna. Very romantic, really."
"Romantic," I repeated flatly. "Binding a Luna's will to her Alpha's. Stripping her of independent authority. Yes, that sounds incredibly romantic."
Damien shifted uncomfortably. "Sera, we can discuss this later."
"No, let's discuss it now." I leaned forward. "Since, apparently, Beta Cross and his daughter know more about your plans for me than I do."
Vivian's smile was triumphant. She'd achieved exactly what she wanted: conflict, tension, a wedge between me and Damien.
In my past life, I would have been humiliated. Hurt. I would have retreated.
Now, I use it.
"You're right, Vivian," I said suddenly. "The binding ritual is a beautiful tradition. And Damien and I should absolutely consider it."
Both of them looked surprised.
"Should we?" Damien asked.
"Of course. If our bond is strong enough to withstand it." I met his eyes. "The ritual only works if both parties enter it willingly, with complete trust and honesty. Without secrets. Without betrayal."
The color drained from Damien's face.
"So yes, let's plan for it. Right after you tell me the truth about your relationship with Vivian."
Silence crashed over the table.
Vivian's smile vanished. Damien looked like I'd slapped him.
"Sera" he started.
"Save it." I stood, my chair scraping against the floor. "I had a meeting with Dr. Moira about the omega health initiative. Excuse me."
I walked out with my head high, leaving them speechless behind me.
My hands didn't start shaking until I reached the hallway.
I'd done it. I'd confronted them, publicly implied I knew about the affair without actually accusing them. I'd put them on notice that I wasn't blind, wasn't stupid, wasn't going to play along anymore.
It was reckless. Dangerous. Exactly the kind of move that could accelerate the timeline toward my death.
But gods, it felt good.
Damien found me in our quarters that evening.
"We need to talk."
"Do we?" I continued folding clothes for my Seattle trip, not looking at him.
"What did you say at lunch?"
"Was the truth. Or close enough." I finally met his eyes. "You have been considering the binding ritual. You have been keeping secrets. And Vivian does seem to know an awful lot about your plans."
"There's nothing between Vivian and me."
The lie sat between us, heavy and obvious.
"Don't." My voice was quiet but sharp. "Don't insult me by lying to my face."
Damien's jaw clenched. "You're being paranoid."
"Am I? Then prove it. Show me your phone. Let me see your messages with her."
He stiffened. "That's private."
"We're mates. We shouldn't have secrets."
"You're being unreasonable."
"I'm a Luna who's tired of being treated like she's stupid." I zipped my suitcase. "I'm leaving for Seattle tomorrow. When I come back, we're going to have a real conversation about our bond, our relationship, and what the future looks like. Until then, I suggest you think very carefully about whether you want to keep lying to me."
I grabbed my suitcase and headed for the guest room.
"Where are you going?"
"To sleep somewhere I don't have to smell her perfume on my mate."
I closed the door in his face and locked it.
Then I sank onto the bed, my whole body trembling with adrenaline and fear and fierce satisfaction.
Tomorrow, I'm going to Seattle.
Tomorrow, I'll find Katherine Wolfe.
Tomorrow, I'd start building the network I needed to survive.
But tonight, I'd taken my first real stand against the man who would kill me.
And I was still alive.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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