FAZER LOGINI still remembered the exact moment hope left my body.
The carriage that brought me to the Crimson Moon palace had been cold, but I had not felt it. My hands stayed folded tightly in my lap the entire journey, smoothing the simple contract dress again and again as if the fabric could hold my courage in place. The family who raised me had told me this marriage would protect what little honor we had left. They had smiled when they said the Alpha King of the Crimson Moon had agreed to the alliance. They had called it a new beginning. A future. A place where I would finally belong.
I believed them.
When the great doors of the palace opened, light spilled across the stone floor like a promise. I stepped into the hall with my heart beating too fast and my head held high. Torches lined the long walls. Wolves in fine clothing turned to watch me pass. Their eyes moved over my silver-white hair and simple dress with open curiosity and quiet judgment. At the far end of the raised platform stood Alpha King Kael Draven. Tall. Still. Black hair falling across his forehead. Golden eyes fixed on me without a single trace of welcome.
Selene Ravencroft stood beside him in a gown the color of fresh blood. She already looked as if she had always belonged at his side.
I walked the length of the hall on steady feet even though my legs felt hollow. When I reached the bottom of the steps, I lowered myself into the respectful bow I had practiced for weeks in front of a cracked mirror.
Kael did not tell me to rise.
His voice carried across the silent hall, calm and final, as if he were discussing the weather. “The contract has been fulfilled. The Ashwyn name has its peace. That is all this arrangement was ever worth.”
I lifted my head, confusion tightening around my ribs like a fist. “Alpha King… I was told I would stand as your Luna.”
A soft ripple of laughter moved through the gathered wolves. The sound scraped against my skin. Kael’s golden eyes stayed cold and distant.
“You were told what was necessary to make you walk through those doors,” he said. “I have no use for a weak omega at my side. Selene already holds the place you thought would be yours.”
The words struck harder than any physical blow. My lungs forgot how to work. The hall tilted slightly. I stared at him, waiting for the moment he would take it back, waiting for the cruel joke to end and the real ceremony to begin.
It did not end.
Kael descended one step. The full weight of his Alpha presence pressed down on me until my knees threatened to buckle. The air itself grew heavier. “From this day you will serve in this palace as a common servant. You will keep your eyes down. You will speak only when spoken to. You will remember that the only reason you still breathe under my roof is that killing you would break the treaty I signed.”
Selene’s soft laugh floated down from the platform, light and sharp. “She looks as if she might cry. How charming. I almost feel sorry for her.”
Kael’s gaze never left my face. There was no anger in his expression. Only boredom and absolute certainty. “Cry if you wish. It changes nothing. You are not my mate. You are not my Luna. You are a burden I was forced to accept. A living reminder of a political necessity. Do not make me regret allowing you to stay alive.”
Something inside my chest cracked open with a pain so clean it stole the last of my breath. The future I had carried all the way to these gates crumbled into dust between one heartbeat and the next. I had been given away like an object that had outlived its usefulness. I had been smiled at and lied to and delivered to a man who looked at me as if I were already trash on his floor.
I forced my voice to work even though it came out thin and broken. “I understand, Alpha King.”
“Do you?” He tilted his head slightly, studying me the way one might study a stain. “Then kneel.”
The hall watched in perfect silence as I sank to my knees on the cold stone. My contract dress spread around me like a mockery of the mating ceremony that would never happen. The fabric that had felt like hope only minutes earlier now felt like a costume for a fool. Kael looked down at me for a long moment, golden eyes unreadable, then turned away as if the sight of me had already grown boring.
“Take her to the servants’ quarters,” he ordered the nearest Beta. “Give her the lowest duties. If she complains, remind her what happens to omegas who forget their place.”
The Beta’s hand closed around my upper arm hard enough to bruise. As I was pulled to my feet and led from the hall, I caught one last glimpse of Kael returning to Selene’s side. He placed a hand on the small of her back with easy familiarity. He did not look back. Not even once.
That night I sat on the thin pallet in a room that smelled of dust, old soap, and other people’s quiet despair. The contract dress lay in a crumpled heap on the floor where I had dropped it. I pressed both hands over my mouth so the broken sounds rising in my throat would not escape into the hallway. Tears burned behind my eyes until I could no longer hold them. They fell silently onto the rough blanket, each one carrying a piece of the girl who had arrived believing she might be wanted.
I had entered the palace with a future carefully folded inside my chest.
I had left the great hall knowing I was nothing.
Outside my small window, the moon hung full and bright, indifferent to the ruin of one omega girl. Somewhere beyond the walls of this kingdom, other lives continued without pain. Mine had been reduced to a single truth Kael had spoken without hesitation or regret.
I was a burden.
And he would make certain I never forgot it.
A soft knock sounded at the door. Nia slipped inside with a cup of water and eyes already full of quiet pity. She did not ask questions. She simply sat beside me on the edge of the pallet while the tears I could no longer stop finally fell in silence. Her presence was the only warm thing in the room, yet even that warmth could not reach the frozen place inside my chest.
Neither of us knew that the worst days had only just begun.
Elder Orion closed the door behind him with careful quiet. The staff in his hand tapped once against the stone floor as he moved closer to the cot. His clouded eyes studied me for a long moment, taking in the way I held my arms, the lingering tension in my shoulders, the fear I could not quite hide.“You are still in pain,” he said. It was not a question.“It is better than last night,” I answered. “But it has not left me.”He nodded as if he had expected that. “Moon’s Burden always exacts its price. The greater the wound you take, the longer the echo remains. In time, if you learn control, the cost can be lessened. Without control, it will eventually kill you.”The words settled over me like cold water. I pulled the thin blanket higher across my lap. “I never asked for this. I only wanted the boy to stop bleeding.”“I know.” Elder Orion lowered himself into the chair Ronan had used the night before. The wood creaked under his weight. “The power does not wait for permission. It rises
I did not sleep.The pain in my arms faded slowly as the hours passed, but the knowledge of what I had done stayed sharp and bright behind my eyes. Every time I closed them, I saw the silver light again, the boy’s wound closing under my hands, the way every Alpha in the hall had stared at me as if I had grown a second head. Moon’s Burden. Moonveil bloodli,ne. Words that still felt like they belonged to someone else.The torch on the wall burned lower. Outside the high window, the sky shifted from black to the deep blue that comes just before dawn. I lay on the narrow cot and listened to the palace wake around me. Footsteps. Low voices. The distant sound of doors opening and closing. No one came to my room.When the lock finally turned, I expected a Beta or perhaps Elder Orion again. Instead, Nia slipped inside carrying a small tray with bread, water, and a bowl of thin broth. Her eyes were wide and worried. She set the tray down and crossed to the cot in three quick steps.“I had to b
I woke to pain.It lived in my arms, deep and throbbing, as if the boy’s wound had been carved into my own bones and left there. My eyelids felt heavy. When I forced them open, the world came back in pieces. Stone ceiling. Dim torchlight. The scent of clean linen mixed with something sharper underneath. Fear.I was lying on a narrow cot in a small room I did not recognize. Not the servants’ quarters. Not the lower chambers Kael had locked me in before. This room sat higher in the palace. A single window showed the night sky and a thin slice of moon.Ronan sat in a chair beside the cot, elbows resting on his knees, watching me. The moment my eyes met his, the mate bond pulsed, warm and insistent, as if it had been waiting for me to wake. The pull of it made my chest ache in a completely different way from the pain in my arms.“You’re safe,” he said quietly. “You collapsed in the hall. I brought you here before anyone could stop me.”I tried to sit up. Pain flared white-hot through both
I remained in the corridor until the worst of the shaking passed. Ronan stayed a few steps away, silent, giving me space I did not know how to use. The mate bond still pulled between us, warm and steady, but I could not look at him. Kael’s words kept repeating in my head until they felt carved into bone.Take her if you want her. She is not worth anything.A Beta appeared at the end of the corridor and cleared his throat. “The Alpha King requires the servant back in the hall. The wine is unfinished.”Ronan’s jaw tightened, but he said nothing. I wiped my face with the edge of my sleeve, straightened my shoulders as best I could, and walked back through the doors on legs that still felt hollow.The hall had returned to a tense kind of normal. Conversation had resumed, lower than before. Goblets clinked. Someone laughed too loudly. Kael sat in his chair as if the earlier scene had never happened, golden eyes distant and cold. Selene watched me with open satisfaction, her smile sharp. I
Ronan’s words still hung in the air like a drawn blade.“My wolf just recognized her.”No one moved. The torches along the walls crackled, but even that small sound felt too loud. I stood frozen with the silver pitcher in my hands, wine trembling at the rim, every eye in the great hall fixed on my face. The bond between Ronan and me pulled tight and bright, a living thing that refused to be ignored. My sealed wolf strained against the invisible walls that had held it quiet for years, answering him even while the rest of me stayed locked in place by fear.Kael rose from his chair with slow, deliberate power. The legs of the heavy seat scraped against stone. Golden eyes burned with a cold that had nothing to do with temperature. He looked at Ronan first, then at me, and the weight of that gaze made my knees want to give out.“You will not speak those words in my hall,” Kael said. His voice was quiet, yet it carried to every corner. “She is a servant. A contract obligation. Nothing more.
I moved between the long tables with a heavy silver pitcher of wine, eyes fixed on the floor the way survival had taught me. The great hall of the Crimson Moon palace glowed with torchlight. The air was thick with the scent of roasted meat, rich spices, and the heavy dominance of too many Alpha Kings gathered in one place. Their power pressed against my skin until every breath felt measured.I kept my steps small and silent. The thin servant dress hung loosely on my frame. My hands still carried the raw, broken skin from the morning’s scrubbing. No one looked at me unless they needed their cup refilled. That was the safest way to exist here.Kael sat at the center of the high table, golden eyes cold and distant, black hair falling across his forehead. Selene was at his right hand in another deep red gown, smiling as if the seat had always belonged to her. I approached from the side, careful not to draw attention, and began pouring wine into the nearest goblets with steady hands that h







