LOGIN(Kai POV)
I snapped my head around. My shoulder blades hit the stone wall, the contact vibrating up into my skull. Julian was standing at the top of the riser, a stack of vellum folders tucked under his arm, his fingers tapping a rhythmic, nervous beat against the top cover. He didn't look away. He stood there with his glasses catching the flat morning light, his feet planted.
"What are you doing here, Julian?" I asked.
The words came out sharper than I i
(Kai POV)I snapped my head around. My shoulder blades hit the stone wall, the contact vibrating up into my skull. Julian was standing at the top of the riser, a stack of vellum folders tucked under his arm, his fingers tapping a rhythmic, nervous beat against the top cover. He didn't look away. He stood there with his glasses catching the flat morning light, his feet planted."What are you doing here, Julian?" I asked.The words came out sharper than I intended, vibrating with the sudden, hot itch under my skin. I stepped away from the wall, my hand dropping to the heavy silver buckle of my belt.Julian didn't flinch. He adjusted the folders, the paper crinkling in the silence. He looked at me, then his gaze slid past my shoulder to where Lena was standing. He didn't acknowledge her with a nod or a word. He just looked back at me, his mouth pressing into a thin, straight line that made the vertical creases around his jaw deepen."
(Julian POV)The ink on the border patrol reports was finally dry, leaving a faint, sharp scent in the air of the administrative hall. I shifted the stack of vellum from one arm to the other, making sure the edges were flush so they wouldn't catch on the stone corners as I walked. I was checking the seal on the third folder when a shadow fell across the floor."Julian," a guard said.I looked up. It was Miller, his hand resting on the hilt of his sidearm. He didn't wait for me to acknowledge him before he jerked his head toward the upper level. "The Alpha wants you in his office. Now."He didn't stick around for a reply. He turned on his heel, his heavy boots thumping a rhythmic, receding beat against the floorboards. I adjusted my glasses with a flick of my finger and followed, the documents crinkling against my ribs.The walk to Darius’s office was quiet. The servants I passed were moving faster than usual, their eyes fixed
(Lena POV)He looked at me, then at Sienna, and then his hand dropped from the wall. He stood straight, rolling his shoulders back until the fabric of his dark coat pulled taut across his chest."I will speak with you later," Kai said to Sienna.He didn't look at her when he said it. Sienna didn't move for a long second. She stood with her arms folded, her fingers digging into the silk of her sleeves. She looked at me, simply took a step back, her heels clicking once on the floor, and turned toward the arched window at the end of the hall.Kai didn't wait for her to disappear. He reached out and closed his fingers around my wrist, his grip firm but not bruising. He started walking, pulling me along with him toward the stairwell that led away from the residential corridor.I didn't fight him. I followed. My arm was stiff, my hand hanging limp at my side while he held me. We passed the tall, narrow windows that looked out over the training grounds, but I didn't look at the scouts or the
(Lena POV)The hallway outside Kai’s quarters was silent, the kind of heavy, watchful quiet that felt like it was breathing with me. I adjusted the strap of my bag, my fingers brushing the cold brass buckle.I stepped out, my boots muffled by the thick runners of the residential wing. Every shadow in the alcoves seemed to have eyes. The guards I passed didn't speak; they simply tracked me with a rhythmic tilt of their heads, their hands resting habitually on their belts. To them, I was the variable that had broken their routine.I made my way toward the medical wing, my palm flat against the cool stone wall. My body felt different—centered in a way that made the political rot of the house feel miles away.The infirmary doors swished open, releasing a cloud of antiseptic and the sharp, metallic tang of sterilized steel. Diane was already there, snapping on a pair of latex gloves. She looked up, her expression guarded behind her
(Theo POV)I sat at the long pine table, a mug of cold water in front of me that I hadn't touched in twenty minutes. Curtis was across from me, picking at a splinter on the tabletop with the tip of a pocketknife. Three other guys, Miller, Sam, and Pete, were huddled near the back window, talking in low voices about the patrol shifts at the north boundary.The door banged open. Jake came in, his face flushed, his boots skidding on the grit-covered floorboards. He didn't take off his hat. He walked straight to the table, his chest heaving as he gripped the back of an empty chair."They just went through," Jake said.Curtis stopped picking at the splinter. He didn't look up. "Who went through, Jake?""Lena. And Silvercrest," Jake said. He spat the name like it was grit in his mouth. "Danny saw them at the main gate. He said they walked the whole length of the lane together. Hand in hand. In broad daylight, Curtis. Everyone saw it. Mrs
(Julian POV)I was halfway across the main courtyard, carrying a stack of revised patrol logs toward the administration wing, when the latch on the inner gate clicked. It was a sharp, iron sound that cut through the morning air, and I stopped walking. The logs shifted in my grip, the corner of a folder digging into my palm, but I didn't adjust them.Kai came through the gate first. He was a half-step ahead, his dark coat unbuttoned and swaying slightly with his stride. Lena was beside him. They weren't touching. There was at least a foot of space between his shoulder and hers, but the gap stayed constant as they moved, an anchored distance that didn't fluctuate as they navigated the uneven stone pavers.I stood near the fountain, the spray of water catching a crosswind and hitting the side of my neck, but I stayed still. I watched the way Kai held his head, the way he didn't look at the guards on the ramparts or the servants carrying laundry bas
My father stood and moved toward the door, but instead of opening it to dismiss me, he paused with his hand on the handle."Walk with me," he said, and it wasn't quite a command but close enough.I followed him out of the study, past Harrison who was pacing in the hall
Victoria Hayes corrected my stance four times during training.I let her. That was how I knew the grief was still sitting on me like a physical weight, because the version of me from two weeks ago would have corrected her back. Instead I adjusted my feet, straightened my shou
She said it so simply that I almost missed it.We were still at the table, the plates pushed to the side, her tea gone cold the way she always let it go cold when she got absorbed in thought. She was looking out the window when she turned back to me with an expression I hadn'
I woke before him.For a long moment, I just lay there, watching the slow rise and fall of his chest, the way sleep had smoothed everything harsh from his face. He looked younger like this, unguarded in a way he never allowed himself during waking hours. No Alpha posture, no







