AUDREY
A triumphant smile spreads across my face as I clutch my new uniform to my chest, the fabric still crisp and pristine. Six months of brutal training, countless tests, and ruthless competition have led to this moment. Every bruise, every sleepless night, every drop of sweat - all worth it knowing Prince Jax would be proud. Though I haven't seen him since that day in his office, surely he'll acknowledge my achievement now that I've secured my position as Prince Knox's personal guard.
I'm heading back to my quarters in the royal palace, eager to change and assume my post, when the morning breeze shifts. A scent hits me - cedar and storm rain - so powerful it stops me mid-stride. It slams into my senses, making my knees weak. Aria immediately goes wild beneath my skin, clawing and howling in recognition. No!
I already feel the word forming on Aria's tongue, the revelation I've been dreading, when a deep baritone voice behind me speaks it into existence.
"Mate." The word caresses down my spine like a physical touch, sending shivers through my entire body.
I spin around, and rage floods my veins like liquid fire as recognition hits. The memories of our first meeting crash over me, as sharp and crystal-clear as if that night were happening all over again.
Two Years Ago - The Royal Masquerade Ball
Rainbow shadows from crystal chandeliers dance across my silk green gown - Jax's gift for tonight. He'd instructed me to attend under a different name, and like always, I didn't question why. My savior deserved my unquestioning obedience. I weave through the crowd of masked nobles, touching the delicate silver mask covering the upper half of my face to ensure its position. This might be my first grand ball, but I couldn't let excitement make me careless. Jax's warning echoes in my mind - no one could recognize me.
I've just taken a flute of champagne from a passing tray when a scent hits me so powerfully I choke on my drink. It draws me like a moth to flame, making me forget the burn in my throat, the coughing fit, everything but that intoxicating pull.
Our eyes lock across the ballroom, and Aria's word makes everything fall into place: "Mate."
He moves toward me with the fluid grace of high werewolf status - I believe royal. His black and gold mask makes his green eyes seem almost luminous against the candlelight. My heart thunders as he bows, extending his hand.
"My lady," he says, voice rich as aged wine. "Might I have this dance?"
The request catches me off guard, and I need a moment to collect myself before nodding. I'd expected him to ask my name, acknowledging our mate bond, but perhaps that conversation would come during our dance.
His warm hand slides across my waist, pulling me close enough to feel his heat. Aria howls in delight at our proximity to our mate. He guides me through the waltz with practiced ease, asking questions about my supposed noble house - the one Jax crafted for tonight. My heart swells with joy that my mate wants to know me, even this false version. Soon, I tell myself, I'll share the truth.
"Tell me of House Blackwood's summer estate," he murmurs, twirling me beneath the sparkling chandeliers. "I hear the gardens are quite spectacular in bloom."
My heart stutters - this wasn't in my prepared responses. "Oh yes, particularly the rose gardens-"
"Curious." His fingers tighten on my waist, just shy of painful. "House Blackwood is famous for their lily fields. Not a single rose grows on their lands."
The music continues, but the air grows thick with tension. His smile remains perfect ,practiced, yet something deadly now lurks in those green eyes. Other couples slowly stop dancing, wolves sensing the shift in the atmosphere.
"You dance beautifully for a noblewoman," he says, voice carrying in the growing silence. His thumb brushes over my palm, finding the calluses I'd failed to hide. "Tell me, Lady Vivian, do all members of House Blackwood have hands roughened by blade work? Or is that particular to impostors?"
The last word echoes through the ballroom. Whispers ripple through the crowd like wind through grass. My mouth goes dry as masked faces turn toward us, jewels glinting like predatory eyes in the candlelight.
"Your grace," I start, but he cuts me off with a laugh that freezes my blood.
"Guards," he calls out, still holding me in that mockery of a dance pose, his grip now a steel trap. "It seems we have an uninvited guest in our midst. One who thought she could fool the crown with pretty lies and a borrowed dress."
Present Day
"Why?" I spit the word at him; my hands clenched so tight my nails bite into my palms. Two years, I've carried the humiliation of that night, never knowing my tormentor was the Crown Prince himself. Now, here he stands - Prince Knox, the very man I'm meant to guard. The bitter irony tastes like ash in my mouth. "You could have had me arrested quietly. Instead, you chose to humiliate me in front of the entire court."
"And why the hell would I do that?" His green eyes flash with barely contained fury, reminding me of storm clouds before lightning strikes. "You were an impostor trying to infiltrate my court. Should I have quietly escorted you out, allowing others to think they could attempt the same without consequences?"
"You didn't have to-"
"Didn't have to what?" He steps closer, his presence flooding my senses, cedar and storm rain threatening to overwhelm me. "Didn't have to protect my people? My crown? Do you have any idea how many assassins and spies try to worm their way into these halls using pretty faces and forged papers?"
The worst part is seeing the genuine conviction burning in his eyes - the unwavering belief that he'd done the right thing. That my public shame had served some greater purpose beyond his own pride.
"I am the Crown Prince," he continues, voice low but intense enough to make my wolf want to bare her throat. "Every decision I make sets a precedent. If word had spread that I'd shown mercy to an impostor..." He shakes his head. "I couldn't risk appearing weak. Not even for my-"
He catches himself, but we both hear the unspoken word hanging between us like a drawn blade. Mate.
I scoff, trying to mask how his words pierce my heart. "Of course, the perfect crown prince would hide behind duty." Venom drips from every syllable as I try to wound him, even just a little. "You probably took pleasure in the humiliation."
"I have already explained myself."
"Yeah, right," I say, rolling my eyes at him. Before I can blink, his hand closes around my arm, pulling me flush against his chest. Even with anger radiating off him in waves, my traitorous body melts into his, the mate bond snapping into place like a lock finding its key.
"Did you fucking roll your eyes at me? The crown prince?" he barks, his fury a tangible thing between us.
I square my shoulders and meet his blazing gaze. "I did, Crown Prince Knox. What are you going to do about it?"
Prince Knox's lips part with what I'm sure would be a scathing reply, but another voice cuts through our tension like a blade.
"You have a mate?" The king's voice makes us both freeze. I turn to find King Alexander and Queen Grace staring at us, shock evident on their faces. "Why didn't you mention her before?" the king demands of Knox.
"If you heard our conversation, you know the answer to that," Prince Knox replies, his jaw tight.
"Even though she must have had her reasons," Queen Grace says with maternal concern, "you should apologize for what you did that day and listen to what she has to say."
Before Knox can respond to his mother, I cut in, "There won't be any need for that, Your Majesty. I would never accept a mate who would humiliate me in front of the entire court."
"As I would never accept a mate who tried to infiltrate my court through deception, regardless of her reasons," Prince Knox fires back.
The king and queen gasp at our mutual rejection - a sound that would be almost comical if it weren't for the gravity of the moment. After all, rejecting the mate bond is nearly unheard of in our world, let alone between a crown prince and his personal guard.
KNOXThe clang of steel against steel echoes through the castle corridors as I make my way toward the family meeting, the sound of ongoing preparations for the binding ceremony filling every corner of our home. Servants rush past carrying armfuls of white silk and winter roses, their faces flushed with the constant activity that's consumed the castle since our engagement announcement. The scent of pine and cinnamon drifts from the great hall where workers have been planning the altar construction, mixing with the underlying tension that's been building all week.The ceremony preparations are moving forward steadily, though we still have time before the winter solstice. Still, the reality of what's coming makes Liam practically purr with satisfaction every time I think about it."Soon," he rumbles contentedly. "Soon she'll bear our mark, and there will be no more uncertainty."I push his voice aside, unwilling to admit how much I agree with him. A Crown Prince doesn't get giddy about h
JAXThe fine crystal wine glass feels fragile between my fingers as I take another sip, letting the rich burgundy coat my tongue while my mind churns through countless possibilities. It's been too long since I last heard from Aubrey, and the silence gnaws at me like a persistent wound.My mahogany dining table stretches before me, polished to mirror perfection and laden with tonight's feast—roasted duck with cherry glaze, winter vegetables that cost more than most families see in a month, bread still warm from the ovens. All of it tastes like ash while uncertainty eats away at my carefully constructed plans.Has she seduced Knox as I commanded? Is she gathering the intelligence I need to bring down that bastard's defenses?The blade of my dinner knife catches the candlelight as I methodically cut another piece of duck, each slice precise and controlled. Control—that's what this is all about. Control over Aubrey, over the mission, over the ultimate destruction of everything Knox holds
The kiss lingers on my lips like a brand, Knox's taste still flooding my senses. My wolf practically purrs with satisfaction, every nerve ending singing from the contact with our mate. The primal satisfaction radiating through my body makes me want to scream.How can my body betray me like this?Knox's thumb traces my cheek with devastating tenderness, his green eyes soft with an emotion that makes my chest ache. Before I can step away, before I can rebuild the walls that keep crumbling around him, he leans down for another kiss.This one starts gentle—a soft brush of lips that should be easy to endure. But the moment our mouths connect, something ignites between us. The kiss deepens, his hand sliding to cup the back of my neck, and my treacherous body melts into him like I'm starving for his touch.Being kissed by one's mate is inherently blissful—every werewolf knows this. The Moon Goddess designed us to crave our other half, to find completion in their embrace. But knowing the scie
I stand before the ornate mirror in my chambers, adjusting the deep burgundy velvet gown I've chosen for tonight. The rich fabric hugs my curves perfectly, its elegant cut striking the right balance between formality and approachability. I've swept my dark hair into a sophisticated updo, leaving a few soft tendrils to frame my face.I look every inch the future Luna Queen.The irony makes my stomach turn.Tonight, I'll sit across from King Alexander knowing the truth. The man who ordered my family's execution will smile warmly at his son's mate, never suspecting that she's the sole survivor of his massacre. All those previous encounters—his paternal approval, his kind words about my place in the family—suddenly take on a sickening new meaning."Aubrey?" Knox's voice carries through the heavy wooden door, warm with anticipation. "Are you ready?"Ready to face my family's murderer over dinner? Ready to smile at the monster who destroyed my world?"Almost," I call back, my voice steadier
I force myself to smile as I accept the fresh roses Knox has delivered to my door, their crimson petals still damp with morning dew. The scent is overwhelming—sweet and cloying in a way that makes my stomach turn. But I cradle them carefully, letting appreciation soften my features as I breathe in their fragrance."They're beautiful," I murmur, glancing up at Knox through my lashes. The hope that flickers in his green eyes makes something twist in my chest, but I push the feeling down. "Thank you."His face lights up like I've just handed him the crown jewels. "I thought you might like the red ones better than the white," he says, stepping closer until his cedar and storm rain scent mingles with the roses. "They reminded me of your training leathers."The detail shouldn't touch me, but it does. He's been payin
AUBREYI nod firmly, meeting Knox's furious green eyes without flinching. "I know exactly what I'm saying."The rage radiating off him is palpable, making the air between us crackle with tension. His jaw clenches so tight I can hear his teeth grinding, and his hands fist in the sheets like he's fighting the urge to grab me and force his mark onto my throat."Do you have any idea what you're doing?" Aria's voice explodes in my mind, sharp with disbelief and fury. "You're disrespecting the most sacred bond between mates! Marking isn't just tradition—it's completion, recognition, the physical manifestation of what the Moon Goddess herself created!""I understand perfect