LOGINThe ballroom still hadn’t recovered from the shock of Adrian’s words.
I could feel dozens of eyes on me—whispers like daggers slicing through the thick silence. Lucas’s face was pale, fury twisting his handsome features, but he didn’t dare speak. Not in front of Adrian. Not when one raised brow from the Alpha King’s father could ruin him in less than a heartbeat. Adrian’s gaze held mine for a beat too long, then he tilted his head toward the massive double doors leading out of the hall. It wasn’t a request. It was a command. I didn’t know why my legs obeyed. The air outside was cooler, the corridor dimly lit by golden sconces that threw shadows across the marble floor. My heels clicked in rhythm with the pounding of my heart until Adrian stopped near a tall window, the moonlight casting his features into something almost unreal. “You’ve caused quite the scene,” he said, voice low, almost amused. I crossed my arms, forcing my chin high. “Good. I meant every word I said.” One corner of his mouth lifted. “You threatened to sleep with me in front of half the kingdom. Most women would regret saying something like that.” “I’m not most women,” I shot back. His eyes darkened, that hint of amusement sharpening into something far more dangerous. “No. You’re not.” For a moment, we simply stared at each other, the air between us thick with something I didn’t dare name. Then, he stepped closer—slow, deliberate. “You want revenge on Lucas,” Adrian said, as if it were a fact, not a guess. My pulse skipped. “What I want is for him to feel what I felt. To lose what he thought was his forever.” “And you think using me will get you there?” His tone was unreadable, but his eyes… his eyes were challenging me. “I think,” I said carefully, “that I’m willing to do whatever it takes.” He was close enough now that I could catch the faint scent of cedar and something darker, like smoke after a fire. A scent that didn’t just fill the air—it claimed it. “Be careful, Emma,” Adrian murmured. “Men like Lucas play at power. Men like me… we own it. And once I take something, I never give it back.” A shiver ran through me, and it wasn’t from fear. He leaned in just enough for his breath to brush my ear. “If you step into my world, there is no walking away. Not without losing something you can’t get back.” Before I could answer, the heavy footsteps of guards echoed from the end of the corridor. Adrian’s gaze lingered on me for one final heartbeat before he turned, his deep voice carrying over his shoulder. “I’ll send for you.” And just like that, he was gone—leaving me alone with the chilling, intoxicating knowledge that I had just set something in motion that couldn’t be undone. Inside the ballroom, Clara’s triumphant laughter rang out, Lucas’s voice low and sharp. But none of it mattered. Because I wasn’t just planning to ruin him anymore. I was going to make him watch as his father made me his.Three days of restless quiet passed before the storm finally moved. Scouts came running through the southern valley at dawn, breath steaming in the cold air, mud splattering up their legs.“They’re marching,” one gasped. “Two columns—east and north. Corrin’s banners in the front.”The news spread faster than wind through dry grass. Within the hour, the clans were packing supplies, sharpening blades, and posting lookouts on the ridges. Every hammer strike, every shouted order echoed like a drumbeat of approaching war.Adrian stood at the center of the camp, maps pinned beneath stones on a makeshift table. Lyra hovered nearby, her cloak still wet from travel. Emma stayed beside her, listening to the rhythm of their planning, forcing herself to breathe through the rising panic.“They’ll reach the river in three days,” Lyra said, tracing the map with one gloved finger. “If they bridge it, the valley falls within a week.”Adrian nodded
The southern valley woke under a pale sun. Smoke from cooking fires curled through the trees, mingling with the mist rising off the river. For the first time in weeks, Emma felt the faint rhythm of ordinary life again—children running between the huts, the hum of conversation, the smell of bread and damp earth.But beneath that fragile calm, the air still hummed with tension. Every sound seemed a little too sharp, every glance a little too cautious. The clans had agreed to stand with Adrian, but no one truly believed the Council would let them do so in peace.Adrian studied a rough map on the long table inside the hall. “If Corrin’s army marches through the northern pass, they’ll reach us in six days,” he said. “If they split and come from the east, four.”Lyra, the former guard, leaned over the map beside him. “He’ll use both routes. He wants to surround you before you can move the southern packs.”Emma stood near the doorway, listening,
By the time they reached the southern border, dawn had burned away the mist, leaving the sky clear and pale. The air was warmer here, touched by the scent of cedar and salt from the distant coast. The land felt different—open, waiting—but Emma could sense the unease beneath its calm surface.Villages that once greeted travelers with open gates now barred their doors at night. Smoke rose from hearths, not beacons. The southern clans had learned to survive between loyalty and fear.Adrian stopped on the ridge overlooking the valley. “They’re watching us,” he said quietly. “Every eye, every whisper. They remember who I am, but they don’t know whether it’s safe to remember out loud.”Emma pulled her cloak closer. “Then we give them a reason to speak.”They approached the first settlement by mid-morning. The villagers scattered when they saw them, though not in panic—more like animals testing the wind before deciding whether to flee. Only one
When morning finally broke, the forest smelled of smoke and wet leaves. Patches of mist still clung to the ground where the battle had raged hours before. The ruins stood scarred but unbroken, black streaks of soot marking every stone.Emma walked the perimeter in silence. Each step crunched over damp earth and broken branches. The signs of struggle were everywhere—prints in the mud, a shattered arrow lodged in a tree, the faint trace of blood already fading into the soil.Adrian waited near the old well, cloak draped over his shoulders, watching the forest with the stillness of someone listening to what the world wasn’t saying.“They retreated farther than I expected,” he murmured as she approached.“Because they were afraid?”“Because Lucas learned something last night.” His gaze shifted toward the horizon. “He knows I’m willing to fight smart, not desperate. And that means the next strike won’t be small.”Emma stopped b
The rain had not stopped for two days. It drummed against the ruined stone like an army’s march, steady and unrelenting. Every drop seemed to whisper the same warning—they’re coming.Adrian heard it too. He stood at the outer wall, cloak soaked through, eyes fixed on the forest. “He’s close,” he murmured. “Lucas won’t wait any longer.”Emma joined him, pulling her hood tighter. The world smelled of pine and iron. “How many do you think?”“Too many,” he said quietly. “But numbers won’t save him if he doesn’t know the ground.”They had spent the past week preparing for this. Paths were disguised, false trails marked, warning bells hidden in the branches. The ruins had become a labyrinth that only Adrian could read.Still, Emma’s heart thudded with dread. Every time the wind shifted, she imagined the rustle of armor, the low growl of approaching wolves.By nightfall the mist thickened, and the first echoes reached them—sof
The forest was thick with fog as Adrian and Emma moved through the ruins at dawn. The air was damp, carrying the scent of wet earth and pine, and every shadow seemed to stretch with intent. Adrian’s eyes were sharp, scanning the tree line, reading movement, listening for the smallest snap of a branch.Emma followed closely, hand brushing against his whenever the path grew uncertain. Every step brought them deeper into the web of danger Lucas and Corrin were weaving — and yet, with Adrian by her side, fear was tempered by an unspoken thrill.“They’re increasing their patrols,” Adrian murmured, voice low and tense. “Small groups, testing the perimeter. Corrin wants to see how well we’ve fortified, and Lucas… he wants to know if we’re disciplined enough to survive his traps.”Emma’s fingers tightened around the hilt of a small blade Adrian had insisted she carry. “And if they catch us off guard?”Adrian’s gaze was fierce, protective, a storm coiled i







