I should’ve left the rooftop. I should’ve turned around and slammed the door the moment Elias opened his mouth.
But I didn’t. Instead, I let him get close—too close. And now, I couldn’t unsee the way his eyes darkened when I didn’t move away. “I know what you are,” he whispered, standing just a breath away. “And I know what Kael is too scared to admit.” I crossed my arms tightly, keeping my back straight even though the wind had turned sharp. “You don’t know anything about me.” Elias smiled, but it wasn’t kind. “Don’t I?” He took one slow step closer. His voice lowered. “You think he’s protecting you, Lena? He’s not. He’s hiding you. From everyone. From me. From what’s coming.” I didn’t respond. I hated how close he was. I hated how curious I was. His eyes flicked down to my lips. “But me? I’m not afraid to want something I shouldn’t.” Before I could move, he leaned in—fast, confident, calculated—and his mouth caught mine in a kiss that was nothing like Kael’s warmth or control. It was heat and hunger. A surge of dominance. A challenge. His hands gripped my waist and pulled me against him, his mouth parting mine with a force that wasn’t asking—it was claiming. His tongue slid in without hesitation, hot and bold, tasting me like he wanted to own every part of me Kael hadn’t touched yet. And the worst part? My body responded. For one burning second, I kissed him back. My fingers curled into his shirt. My knees almost gave out. My thoughts blurred. Because I hadn’t been kissed like that before. Not by anyone. Not with that much intention. Then a voice cracked through the wind—low, dangerous, familiar. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Elias didn’t pull away. He grinned against my mouth before finally breaking the kiss and turning his head. Kael stood a few feet away, chest heaving, fists clenched at his sides. His eyes weren’t storm gray anymore. They glowed, a faint silver that sent a chill straight through me. “Kael,” I said, breathless, wiping my lips without meaning to. He didn’t look at me. His entire focus was on his brother. “You kissed her,” Kael said quietly. Too quietly. Elias raised an eyebrow. “Looks like she didn’t mind.” Kael moved fast. One step, then two, grabbing me by the arm and pulling me behind him. “Don’t touch her again,” he snapped. “Ever.” I stumbled as he shifted me to stand behind his back. My heart pounded for a different reason now. Elias brushed invisible lint off his jacket. “Relax, little brother. I was just saying hello. You’re the one who left her alone on a rooftop with someone you hate.” Kael didn’t speak. He just stood there, shoulders squared, body tense, like he was fighting not to shift. “I warned you not to come up here,” he said to me, without turning around. “You said someone would come,” I said. “You didn’t say it would be him.” “That was the point.” Elias chuckled. “Wow. The jealousy’s cute, Kael. Almost makes you look human.” Kael stepped forward, but I reached for his arm. “It’s not worth it.” His arm was trembling beneath my fingers. Not from fear, but restraint. “I’m fine,” I added, even though I wasn’t. I felt raw. Flushed. Exposed. Elias gave me one last lingering glance. “See you around, little omega.” He disappeared into the shadows of the rooftop exit, his footsteps unhurried. Kael waited until the door slammed shut behind him before turning around. His gaze landed on my lips again, and something flickered in his expression, hurt, maybe. “You kissed him.” “No,” I said quickly. “He kissed me.” Kael’s jaw tightened. “You didn’t stop him.” “I…” I swallowed hard. “It happened fast. I didn’t expect…” He closed the distance between us, his voice low. “You didn’t push him away.” My breath caught. “Why do you care?” That stopped him. He looked away, then back. “I don’t know.” For once, the great Kael Draven didn’t have an answer. We stood in silence for a moment. The wind bit at our clothes. My heartbeat refused to slow down. “You keep showing up,” I said. “Saying I belong to you. But you won’t explain what that means.” His expression shifted, tension giving way to something softer. “I don’t want to explain it,” he said. “Because if I do… it becomes real.” “It already is.” Kael didn’t deny it. Instead, he looked like he was about to reach for me, when the rooftop door slammed open again. This time, Selene walked in. She looked like she belonged on a magazine cover. White coat. Black heels. Eyes sharp as blades. She took one look at us, at the closeness, and smiled like she’d caught a thief. “Well,” she said, voice icy. “That didn’t take long.” Kael stepped back immediately. His face hardened. “Selene…” “Don’t,” she snapped. “You’ve already made it clear where your attention is.” She turned her eyes on me. “And you. The charity case. The little girl who got lost in the wrong hall.” I said nothing. “First you humiliate me in public,” she continued, “now you’re sneaking around with my fiancé behind school buildings like a back-alley whore.” That stung. I opened my mouth, but Kael beat me to it. “Enough.” Selene blinked. “Excuse me?” He stepped forward, blocking me from her completely. “If I ever hear you speak to her like that again, Selene, I swear—” “What?” she spat. “You’ll ruin my father’s company? You’ll break the alliance?” “If that’s what it takes.” The air snapped between them. I’d never seen Selene look speechless. Until now. She backed up half a step, her voice suddenly quieter. “You wouldn’t.” Kael looked her dead in the eye. “Try me.” For once, Selene didn’t have a comeback. She turned, her heels clicking hard against the floor, and stormed out. When she was gone, Kael didn’t move. I stood behind him, stunned. “You really would’ve done it,” I whispered. “You would’ve risked everything.” He finally turned to me. “I’m already risking it.” Our eyes locked. Then a spark of hot, sharp, real fire burned across my collarbone. I gasped. Kael’s eyes dropped to the place where my hoodie had slipped. There, just beneath the neckline of my shirt, was a mark. Faint. Glowing. The first sign of a mate bond. His voice dropped to a whisper. “No… not here. Not now.” But it was too late. The bond had started. And there were too many people who would kill to stop it.The chains still burned on my wrists long after the ritual ended. Even though the guards had removed them, my skin carried the memory—angry welts, the sting of silver crawling under the surface like it wanted to stay there forever. I pressed my arms against my chest, curling into myself as Kael half-dragged me through the dim corridors of the academy. His grip was rough, almost punishing, but I didn’t pull away. The fury rolling off him was the only thing keeping me upright. No one dared stop us. Students pressed against the walls, their eyes sharp, their whispers sharper. Selene’s smirk followed us in my mind, replaying in every blink. She saw me break. She saw me burn. Kael shoved open the door to one of the unused training rooms, slamming it behind us with a crack that echoed off the stone walls. The sound jolted through me. My breath came uneven, my ribs aching, but worse than that ache was something else. Heat. It started low in my belly, coiling tighter with every se
The silver burned the moment it touched my skin. Chains hissed against my wrists, my ankles, coiling like serpents until I was bound to the ritual dais. Every instinct screamed to tear free, to shift, to run—but the silver bit deeper with each attempt, searing through my veins, blistering my skin. My wolf whimpered inside me, trapped and powerless. The Council chamber had gone silent. Dozens of eyes watched from the shadows, eager for a crack, a scream, a sign that the omega girl wasn’t strong enough to stand in their sacred circle. Selene stood at the edge of the platform, her smile wickedly sweet, golden hair gleaming like a crown. She wanted me to break. She needed it. “Begin,” the Head Councilor commanded. The floor beneath me lit with runes, carved deep into the stone, filling with crimson light as one of the elders sliced a blade across my palm. Blood dripped into the grooves, sizzling as though the stone drank it. Pain exploded through me. Not from the cut, but from
LENA. The Council chambers were colder than I imagined. Stone walls soared high above, carved with the Fenrir crest in jagged relief, silver torchlight catching on sharp edges. The chamber smelled of iron and incense, heavy with centuries of judgment. Wolves didn’t whisper here. They obeyed. They feared. I stood in the center, every eye on me. Kael’s hand brushed mine once before we entered, a fleeting anchor, but now he stood to the side, flanked by guards. They hadn’t allowed him near me, not with the charges stamped against my name. My pulse thudded painfully in my throat as I forced myself to lift my chin. I would not cower. Not here. Not now. “Lena Ashbourne,” the Head Councilor’s voice boomed, echoing off the stone. His robes pooled at his feet, silver chains glinting across his chest. “Daughter of Caleb Ashbourne, branded rogue and convicted of Alpha blood treachery. Do you deny your lineage?” The words sliced through me, each one deliberate, meant to wound. My
KAEL. My wolf wouldn’t settle. The moment that Council snake walked away, the fury in my chest turned molten. Every instinct screamed to rip the letter apart, storm the Council chambers, and tear down their marble walls until the elders bled apologies at my feet. But Lena’s shaking hand in mine had stopped me. Her fear had chained me to stillness when every bone in me wanted war. Now, hours later, I prowled my father’s private hall, the Council’s seal still burning against my palm. Magnus Fenrir sat at the end of the chamber, draped in black and silver robes, his presence filling the room like thunder before a storm. He didn’t rise when I entered. He didn’t need to. His wolf weighed heavy in the air, pressing down on mine, reminding me that he wasn’t just Alpha of Silverfang — he was my Alpha. I hated the way my wolf bowed inside me. “You disobeyed me,” he said at last, his voice low, measured, dangerous. I clenched my jaw. “I defended my mate.” His gaze sharpened, s
The whispers didn’t die. They followed me everywhere I went, curling under doorways and sliding down corridors like smoke I couldn’t escape. The courtyard scene had spread across every phone in Silverfang. No one needed to look at me directly anymore; they only had to glance down at their screens, replaying Selene’s poisonous voice on loop, over and over, until her words felt tattooed across my skin. Rogue’s daughter. Omega slut. Curse. I kept my head low, but it didn’t matter. When I walked into lecture halls, conversations snapped shut like jaws. When I sat in the dining hall, the space around me grew hollow, untouched. Even the air felt colder now. Kael tried to shield me. He always did. His presence at my side was iron, the warning in his gaze enough to scatter most wolves before they could spit venom to my face. But I still felt it. The weight of their eyes. The disgust they didn’t bother hiding. I used to think invisibility was the worst fate here. I was wrong. B
The courtyard was too quiet when we stepped into it. Usually it buzzed at this hour—students hurrying between lectures, wolves sparring in the training pits, gossip crackling from every corner. But today, silence pressed down heavy. Kael’s hand gripped mine tighter. His body blocked me slightly as we walked, his shoulders broad, his chest tense. His wolf was awake, pacing under his skin. Something was wrong. Then I saw it. The center of the courtyard had been cleared. A platform stood there, makeshift but solid, wood dragged from the training grounds. A banner of Silverfang colors hung behind it, the crest of the Fenrir family bold against the fabric. And Selene stood on the platform. Her hair shone like spun gold in the sunlight. Her uniform skirt had been pressed crisp, her blouse cut just enough to draw eyes. She held a microphone, her smile sweet as poison. Students crowded the edges of the courtyard, phones already lifted, eyes sharp with hunger. Selene’s voic