LOGINPov: Zade
Dante's brows dipped. “The Moonmere Alpha’s son?”
“Yes.”
He pushed away from the door and stepped forward. “He left for official duty right when he arrived, which was hours before the incident.”
“And where was he before then?” I probed further.
“Training with the other future Alphas at the camp for all week before that day.”
I still went.
He hadn’t been there.
“Damn it,” I muttered.
“Zade?”
I turned to the window.
“Cole hadn’t been there.”
Silence.
“We were both drugged,” I turned back to him.
Realization dawned on his face.
“Then the pup—”
“Is mine.”
The words tasted possessive, but the moment they left my mouth, I believed every bit.
He blew out a breath.
“Well…damn,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “The prophecy is even worse now, your bloodline—”
“I won't let it happen,” I snapped. “I’ll never mark her. If I remain a villain in her eyes, the prophecy can’t trigger.”
“You’re going to be a villain in her story to keep from being her executioner?” Dante asked, his voice softening. “That’s a lonely road, brother.”
“I’ve been alone for twenty-four years, Dante. I can handle it.”
“I guess that means you won’t be telling her about your theory of the pup?” He raised a brow at me.
“No,” I responded flatly.
“And the pup? You'll let it grow up thinking its father is someone else?”
“I'll make sure they both live.”
He sighed and nodded. “By the way, don’t you think you’d be torturing yourself with her room next to your study? It might drive you nuts.”
“I don’t care,” I lied through my teeth.
He was right. Every second was becoming harder to endure as the scent of her wasn't contained to the room alone.
Dante gave me a final, knowing look before bowing. “I'll handle the Marrok issue until you come down. Pretty sure the council must be gathering right now.”
As he left, I walked back to her room, needing to see her.
My hands had only gripped the handle when a faint crash came from inside the room.
I froze.
Another sound followed.
Movement.
I threw the door open.
Asha was awake.
She had backed herself into the corner of the bed. The flower vase that had been on the bedside table lay on the floor, still intact.
I moved closer.
She backed up even more. Fear flashed across her face.
Why is she staying away? Xavier grew gruff in annoyance.
Like I was to have an answer to that.
“Where…where am I?” She rasped.
“In my home,” I responded, my voice cold as ice as I placed the vase back on the table. “Where you will remain.”
Her gaze darted to the dark markings on my arms, then back to my eyes. “Remain?”
I leaned over her, the scent of her fear mixing with the jasmine and rain of hers. “About the pup. Are you sure it’s the Moonmere Alpha’s boy?”
She hesitated for a few seconds.
“Yes.”
Xavier snarled in the back of my mind. She is ours. The pup is ours.
“He was my mate,” she whispered. “Not that it matters now that we’ve both rejected the bond.”
I’m not sure I was supposed to hear the last bit as her voice had reduced to a whisper. But I still caught it.
Her calling another male her mate shouldn’t have mattered. But it made Xavier go unnaturally quiet.
“You’re not to leave this room,” I stated.
The words sounded harsh even to my own ears.
“I am a prisoner again?” Her voice broke. “Why don’t you just kill me?”
My teeth ground together.
Kill her? Xavier snarled, the thought alone nearly driving him mad.
Without a response, I walked out.
Staying another minute felt dangerous for reasons I refused to think about.
Hera stood at the entrance of the wing with crossed arms. Her piercing blue eyes tracked my movements.
"She’s in the West Suite," I said, my voice tight. "Guard the door. Don't let her out."
I moved past her waiting for a response to find Dante. Marrok had already smelled blood, and the council would be gathering.
I took the stairs two at a time. My mind was filled with the prophecy, Asha's jasmine scent and the terrifying reality of the pup growing inside her.
Xavier began pacing at the back of my mind once again, his hackles raised.
We shouldn't leave mate, he growled.
Quiet, I snapped back. She’s behind an oak door on the third floor, with Hera, in my wing. No one dares enter it. She's safe.
I was halfway to the council room when Hera’s panicked voice exploded in my mind through the link.
[Zade! She locked herself in and I just heard glass break!]
My heart stopped. [Hera, what?]
[I can’t get in!]
A roar that was purely Xavier, tore from my throat.
Mate! Pup! Xavier growled.
I leapt over the banister, my body half-shifting mid-air. My claws extended and my vision turned red as I raced back.
I smashed through the oak door of the suite, the wood splintering like paper.
The curtains were whipping in the wind.
Asha stood on the narrow stone ledge outside the shattered window.
Three stories. The wolfsbane. She can't shift. She can't heal.
She looked back at me, her let-down hair tangling in the wind as her eyes met mine.
“Let me leave or els—”
Her foot slipped on the damp stone.
I lunged forward.
But I was too far.
Her fingers left the frame. She tipped backward into the empty air, and the world went into slow motion.
POV: Asha“So.”I didn't look up from the herbs. “So what?”“So you and my brother were outside the feast hall for a very long time.” Hera dropped onto the stool across from me, chin in her hands, entirely too delighted with herself. “Alone.”“We talked.”“Mm.” She wiggled her brows.“We did.”“I'm sure the talking was riveting.”I threw a dried leaf at her. She caught it, inspected it, and ate it, which told me exactly how seriously she was taking my protest."Nothing happened," I said."That's not what your face is saying.""My face isn't saying anything.""Your face has been saying it for three days." She leaned forward. "Did he kiss you?""No.""Did he almost kiss you?"I didn't answer fast enough, which was, apparently, an answer in itself, because Hera's grin split wide enough to be genuinely alarming."He did.""He stopped.""He stopped," She said it like the word was the funniest thing she'd heard all week. "My brother, Zade, Alpha of Blackhollow, terror of three neighboring t
Pov: Asha "You're not hiding in your room again," Hera announced, dropping a folded bundle of fabric onto my bed without ceremony. "Not tonight." "I wasn't planning to hide." "You were absolutely planning to hide." She unfolded the dress, a deep green thing, simple but well made, and held it up against me with the critical eye of someone who'd already decided the matter. "It's the Moon Feast. Whole pack turns out. Food, music, more gossip than you'll know what to do with. You're coming." I never attended such events back at Moonmere except to be the serving maid and retreat into the shadows when done. I looked at the dress, then at her. "This isn't a ritual, is it? Something I need to prepare for?" "It's dinner with extra steps and better music." She grinned. "I am very sure I do not need to attend." I eyed her. "Of course you do," she replied, tapping my arm. "Now get dressed before I do it for you." Swallowing the bitter taste in my mouth, I picked up the dress.
POV: Asha“You still have the sanctuary and Hera. And you have me.”The words had followed me around for two days now, uninvited, surfacing at the worst possible moments, while I was grinding herbs, while I was half-asleep, while I was doing absolutely nothing that should have reminded me of anything he'd said.He didn't mean it like that, I told myself, for what felt like the hundredth time.He meant it exactly like that, Rylie said, entirely too pleased with herself.Be quiet.She wasn't. She hadn't stopped humming with satisfaction since the moment his fingers had closed around my wrist that morning, and no amount of ignoring her seemed to be working.Hestia had sent me across the village that afternoon for a delivery of dried yarrow the clinic had run short of.Hera was off dealing with something involving the eastern patrol, and so I found myself walking beside Sloane instead, since she happened to be heading the same direction and didn't seem inclined to let me walk it alone.“Yo
POV: Asha“Show me the wrist grab again.”Hera adjusted her grip around my forearm, slower this time. “You're not trying to overpower me. You're too pregnant for that, and honestly, you'd lose anyway. You're finding the gap.”“The gap.”“Thumb's always the weak point in any grip. Turn toward it, not away.” She tightened her hold. “Go.”I twisted my wrist against her thumb the way she'd shown me, and this time it worked, my arm sliding free with far less effort than it should have taken.“Better,” Hera said, already resetting.We'd been at it for the better part of an hour, out behind the clinic where the grass had gone soft and forgiving. The area was well away from the training yard and its watching eyes. I'd asked her that morning, after spending half the night thinking about Marrok's petition.He'd planned for me months before I even knew I was part of any plan. Now he was trying to get Zade removed from the one room where my future would be decided. I couldn't do anything about c
POV: AshaDante spread the pages across the table like a man laying out cards he already suspected were bad.“There's a pattern here,” he said, “once you know to look for it.”I sat between him and Hera, while Zade sat on the opposite end of the table.The correspondence from the night before was still folded in my pocket, where I'd kept it since Zade handed it to me. “Walk me through it,” I said.Dante tapped the first page. “Your father's debt was real, with four years of arrears slowly building up. That part holds up, and nobody's going to argue that away.”“But?”“But the terms attached to it changed twice in the final year. Both times, right around when Marrok's correspondence started naming you specifically.” He slid a second page toward me. “The original agreement didn't include a service clause at all. It was strictly financial. Someone added the clause later.”Hera leaned forward, frowning at the ink. “Added it how? Doesn't a contract need both parties to agree to changes?”“
POV: Asha“What about Hera…” My voice trailed off as soon as I began speaking. “She usually picks me up from here.”I nearly facepalmed myself as the words escaped my lips.“She has other tasks to attend to,” he said firmly.I stared at him for a few seconds, then gave a small nod.He led me out past the clinic, along the path that curved toward the treeline where the noise of the pack fell away into something quieter. Neither of us spoke for the first few minutes. I didn't trust myself to start, and he seemed to be choosing his words the way a man chooses footing on ice.“Dante found something in Marrok's contract,” he said finally. “I want you to hear it from me before it reaches you some other way.”My stomach tightened. “Okay.”“Marrok contacted your father three months before the default. A month later, your name appeared in the settlement clause. Then your father defaulted.”“That doesn't make sense,” I said as my footsteps slowed to a stop. “In fact, it is a lot of steps for a







