登入Dustan's POVThe silence stretched on.The food on my plate had grown cold, but I couldn't bring myself to care.I could see the way Elara carefully avoided my gaze. Then Ruth suddenly set down her wine glass with a decisive clink."Alright!" She beamed. Her bright smile was completely at odds with the tension in the room. "Everyone seems a little too tense. Guess the Alphas didn't do much at the meet, did they?" She reached for the wine decanter, pouring generous amounts for everyone at the table. "That goes in favor of my brothers, really. Not that they need anyone to carry them.” She flashed that infectious smile at Cassian and me before continuing with whatever rant. “Those Alphas are useless anyway. Should pass on the throne to the next generation already. Those old mutts." She rolled her eyes dramatically. "But wolves are proud, you know."She nudged Elara with her elbow, then pointed her wine glass directly at me. "Especially Alpha wolves."I kept my expression neutral, thou
Dustan’s POVI have no idea why I agreed to this dinner… I sat at the head of the table, my wheelchair positioned at the perfect angle to observe everything while appearing disinterested. Ruth was on my left, chattering away about nothing in particular. Cassian was on my right, his posture rigid, his eyes constantly scanning the room like he expected an attack at any moment.And Elara was across from me.She hadn't looked at me once since we'd sat down.Not once.She stared at her food with the kind of intensity usually reserved for life-or-death situations. Her fingers absent mindedly curled a strand of her hair. She was lost in thought—I could see it in the way her eyes glazed over, in the way she moved her spoon through her soup without actually eating any of it.I watched her from the corner of my eyes, my heart aching with a pain I couldn't quite name.She'd seen me with Lyria. I knew she had. The way she'd fled from the garden, the way she'd refused to look at me now—it all po
Elara's POVI dropped down on the floor, my back pressed against the door, my body wracked with sobs I couldn't control. The tears wouldn't stop coming and I hated every time I thought I'd cried myself dry, another wave would hit me, and I'd be gasping for air all over again.I could identify my pattern, I was almost understanding my trigger… it wasn't just Lyria. I mean it was, but more than her, it was a culmination of all the betrayals… Of all people. Of all the women in the world, he had to have his eyes on her? Not that having his eyes on any other woman would make it any less difficult…but this one person who had stolen everything from me—my father's love, my betrothed, my dignity. And now she was trying to steal my husband too. Not that I gave much fuck about this husband… that's what I kept saying myself. We had sex… it was just because we were mates… the attraction was too much… That was it. There was nothing emotional…nothing… no affection. I pressed my hands against my
Elara’s POVI was absolutely mad at him.Furious. Seething. Ready to claw his eyes out with my bare hands.The way he'd questioned me about the ‘wolf in the woods’—the way he'd looked at me like I was some kind of traitor, some kind of unfaithful wife who couldn't be trusted… He had no right. No right at all.He was literally fucking a whore on our wedding night. That made me wonder… were we really married? Our vows were ‘exchanged' as such. We just signed papers. I didn't even read through the entire thing. It was all bullshit about being a ‘perfect, little, good wife'! I hadn't given it much before… but now… But now, as I stormed through the corridors, my anger slowly began to cool. And in its place, something else emerged.Doubt.Maybe I should tell Dustan. Maybe I should swallow my pride and just... tell him the truth.About Kael. About the connection I felt. About the impossible, inexplicable fact that I seemed to have another mate apart from my husband. It didn't make sense
Dustan’s POVI stared at Lyria. Thank the Moon, my mind was still struggling to process what I'd just heard… otherwise I would have just shredded the trespasser on the spot. Did she really just—did she actually eavesdrop on us—"The hell are you doing snooping around in my garden?" I growled, my voice low and irritated. "Did I not forbid you? Do you have a death wish?"But unlike before, Lyria seemed completely unfazed by my roar. She took a couple of shy steps forward, swaying her hips as she played with the strand of her hair that she was tucking behind her ear. Her smile was infuriatingly smug."Alpha," she purred, her voice dripping with false innocence. "I couldn't not hear this conversation. It was quite... revealing."She reached out and touched my arm, her fingers squeezing my bicep. I flinched at the contact, my skin crawling at the audacity. "Get your hands off me," I snapped.She ignored me completely, leaning forward until her lips were almost brushing my ear. Her brea
Dustan's POVThe All Alpha meet had been a disaster.Three hours of arguing, posturing, and thinly veiled insults. Alphas from every territory had gathered in the great hall, their egos filling the space more than their efforts.They'd talked in circles, each one more concerned with protecting their own borders than with the larger threat."Your security is lax, Cassian. That's why they got through.""Our patrols are stretched thin. Maybe if the western packs contributed more—""We've already given more than our share. It's not our fault your wolves can't handle a few rogues."On and on it went. Accusations. Deflections. Blame shifting.And through it all, I sat in my wheelchair, gritting my teeth, trying not to lose my temper. They looked at me with pity or contempt—I couldn't decide which was worse. The crippled Alpha. The broken wolf. The man who couldn't even protect his own mate.I'd tried to contribute. Tried to share what I'd learned from the files Cassian had given me. But my
Dustan's POVRoric wheeled me away from the corridor where Elara had just hurried off. I kept my face blank, my eyes forward, my hands resting on the armrests of the chair. The mask was firmly in place.But inside, something twisted.I had seen her face when she looked at me. The way her smile had
Elara's POVI closed the door after shoving Lyria out and leaned against it.My forehead pressed to the cool wood. My hands were shaking. My heart was pounding. My entire body thrummed with the aftermath of what I'd just done.I'd finally confronted her! Finally I had given her the taste of her own
Elara's POVI was expecting something grand.Or at least intimidating.Instead, when the heavy doors of the King’s castle opened and I was led inside, the place felt eerily empty.Not abandoned—but quiet in a way that made my skin prickle.No crowd was there waiting to mock me.No curious nobles whispe
Elara’s POVI didn’t even realize I was holding my breath until my chest started hurting.The hall had gone dead quiet—like the kind of silence that pressed against my ears. The kind that told me something was about to go very, very wrong.And it did.“Lord Vale,” the attendant called out.My stomach







