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SOMMY BLACKWOOD POV
"Why do you look so scared?" Ronan Wolfhart says as he walks out of the washroom.
He only has a cloth on his waist. His arms are huge. His chest is big and strong. He looks like a powerful alpha. He is the Supreme Alpha of the Wolfhart Bloodline, and he rules Moonscar City.
"Can we just skip the divorce?" I ask.
My voice is small. My hands shake under the fur blanket. I feel small on this big bed inside the Wolfhart Moonkeep. I have bite marks on my neck from last night, but my body feels so cold.
"Why are you acting like a baby?" Ronan says. His eyes are very cold. "Zanele Nightshade is back in the Lycan Dominion."
My heart stops. It feels like a big rock has fallen on me.
"I know she is back," I say.
Zanele Nightshade is his first moonbond from when they were kids. But she is an unclaimed blood heir, so the pack did not want her.
"She does not belong to a real pack," Ronan says, sitting next to me. "But you do. Your parents died for us."
"They were the late Blackthorn healers," I whisper. "They died in the Bloodmoon Blaze."
"Yes," Ronan says. "They saved Matriarch Esi Wolfhart from the fire. That is why my grandmother made me take you as my mate. She was sick. The pack healers said she would die. I had to do it to make her happy."
"You told me you would never love me," I say. My eyes get wet.
"And I kept my word," Ronan says. "I told you that for three years, you would be the Luna. After that, we divorced. I will give you plenty of pack resources when you leave."
I look at his face. I did not marry him for pack resources. I married him because I loved him since I was a little girl. Now my dream is totally broken. I am just a weak little wolf to him.
"Ronan," I call him.
His eyes change when I say his name. He always gets wild when we are close like this. He thinks I am trying to trick him with my soft voice.
"What?" he asks.
"Ronan, I have a pup inside me," I say.
His face gets very dark and angry. "What did you say?"
I get so scared that my legs shake. "I am pregnant with your pup."
"Get rid of it," Ronan says fast.
"What?" I look at him, shocked.
"I said get rid of it!" he shouts. His face is full of anger. "A pup will not stop this divorce. I do not want any baby to get in the way of Zanele and me."
My face goes totally white. He wants to kill his own blood. He is so cold.
I start to laugh, but it hurts.
"Why are you laughing?" Ronan growls.
"I am not pregnant," I say, wiping my eye. "I lied to you."
"You lied?" Ronan grips my arm hard.
"Yes," I say. "We can go to the pack healer right now if you do not believe me."
"Good," Ronan says, letting go. "Because if you were, you would have to abort it. I can give you an extra pack of territory so you can heal your body. It will help you find a second mate in another pack."
"A second mate?" I ask. I feel like crying. "I do not want your extra things. I am not pregnant."
Ronan grabs my chin. "What will you do after the divorce?"
I put my arms around his big neck. "I want to work in the Lycan High Council."
Ronan looks surprised. I studied leadership in the Northern Pack Territories before we married. I could have been a great leader if I had not married him.
"Fine," Ronan says. "I will change the divorce papers. I will make sure the Council gives you a top job in five years."
"It does not matter," I say. "How will you tell Matriarch Esi Wolfhart about this?"
Ronan looks mad because his grandmother hates Zanele.
"You will tell her," Ronan says coldly. "She loves you. If you make her agree, I will give you a whole new pack house for yourself."
I want to scream. He thinks everything is about pack houses and resources. He does not care that my heart is in pieces.
"Okay," I say. "Ronan, hold me one last time tonight."
"You really know how to get what you want," Ronan says. He pulls me close and kisses me hard.
He holds me like he wants to break me. He acts like he wants to take everything from me before I go away forever.
The next morning, a loud sound wakes me up.
A phone is buzzing on the table. Ronan usually keeps it totally quiet because he knows I hate loud noises in the morning. He used to protect me from small things like that.
But today, it is very loud.
I reach out to grab it so I can give it to him. Then I see the name on the screen. It says Zanele Nightshade.
My hands go numb. He changed the settings because he is waiting for her call. He wants to make sure he hears her.
I sit up fast. My whole body is shaking. I finally see the truth after three long years. I am just a fake mate. He only kept me near him because I look exactly like Zanele.
Left alone under the towering stone arches, Ronan stares at the carved wooden doors. His chest feels tight, as if an iron band is slowly crushing his lungs.For an entire year, he thought he could survive the silence. He thought the bond-severing would cure the madness. But seeing her today—healthy, beautiful, her dark hair glowing under the sun, her skin flushed with life instead of the pale gray of death—makes his wolf claw at his ribs, screaming to tear the world apart just to hold her once more.When Ronan finally steps back into the grand dining hall, the room is filled with quiet laughter.Sommy sits between Adanna and Matriarch Esi, her soft voice carrying over the gentle clinking of crystal and silver. But the moment Ronan takes his seat at the far end of the long mahogany table, the room falls dead silent."Must you sit there?" Adanna mutters, rolling her eyes."It is my seat," Ronan says emotionlessly, his eyes fixed entirely on Sommy.I keep my gaze locked onto my plate, fo
"I am not asking for your permission, Ronan," I say, keeping my voice smooth as ice as I set my crystal glass on the polished mahogany table with a quiet thud. "I am telling you."Matriarch Esi Wolfhart and my brother, Tarian Blackthorn, sit across from us, their expressions frozen.Ronan Wolfhart's dark, golden Lycan eyes narrow into dangerous slits. "Is that so?" His low, rumbling voice vibrates through the floorboards like distant thunder. He doesn't glance at the crucial pack alliance documents he rushed back to retrieve, tossing them onto the table as if they mean nothing."Come now, Sommy, eat your sweet-berries," Matriarch Esi says, breaking the suffocating tension by sliding a small bowl toward me. Her sharp eyes dart to her grandson, shooting him a warning glare. "These were brought straight from the Frostfang Hollow border this morning.""Thank you, High Alpha Elder," I say, forcing a soft smile as I take the bowl.Across from me, Tarian leans back in his velvet chair, his j
"Kellan, I'm fine. Let's leave," I say calmly, turning away from my ex-mate.Kellan shoots his cousin a look of absolute disgust. "A word of advice, Supreme Alpha. Don't make a complete fool of yourself in front of the entire council."Without waiting for a response, Kellan takes my hand and leads me down the terrace stairs.Ronan doesn't move. He stands under the pale moonlight, his fists clenched so tight his claws draw blood from his palms.A fool? he thinks bitterly. We will see who has the last laugh, cousin.The ride back to the Blackthorn Estate is quiet. I stare out the carriage window at the glowing neon runes of the city's market district, my thoughts far away."Relax, Sommy," Kellan says softly, breaking the silence. "You're going to cross paths with him again. It's inevitable while you're in Moonscar City, especially when you go to see Matriarch Esi.""I know, Kellan," I reply, my voice steady. "You don't have to worry about me. I know how to handle Ronan now."Kellan purs
I knit my brows, my chest tightening with frustration. "I don't know.""Ronan, why do you need to know?" Kellan sneers, stepping slightly between us so his massive shoulder blocks Ronan's line of sight. "You don't plan on lying in wait like a rogue when she visits Matriarch Esi at the Wolfhart Moonkeep, do you?"He is laying Ronan's manipulative tactics bare right in front of me. I might have been a young, naive female once, but I am not that innocent little pup who fell for every dark, possessive word out of Ronan's mouth. Not anymore. Never again.I shoot Ronan a sharp, sidelong glance.He thinks he can still play mind games with me, but he is dead wrong."I will visit the Matriarch whenever my schedule allows," I say, setting my crystal glass down on the stone table with a sharp tap. "I don't need your permission or your interference, Supreme Alpha."Without waiting for his response, I wrap my fingers tightly around Kellan’s forearm and pull him away, striding toward the grand arch
I slam the door of my quarters shut, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped wild beast. Pulling out my communication stone, I tap the glowing blue rune and connect to Kellan Stormfang.“Kellan, are you out of your mind? Why on earth did you agree to Tarian’s insane scheme?” My voice cracks, sharp with anger and panic.“Don’t yell at him, Sommy. I made the call,” Kellan replies, his smooth tone completely unfazed.I drop onto the edge of the carved wooden bed with a heavy sigh. “Thank you, Kellan. I know you’re trying to shield me, but you don’t have to sacrifice your own reputation for my sake. I can never repay what you’ve done for me.”“Have you ever considered repaying me with yourself?” Kellan asks, a quiet, dangerous humor laced in his voice.Speechless, I grip the stone tighter, my throat tight.Kellan lets out a low, dry chuckle across the link. “I’m just messing with your head. Will you attend the Grand Council Gala with me tonight? I already informed the Alpha High
Ronan.What is the Supreme Alpha of the Wolfhart Bloodline doing at a public transit hub?I pull my fur collar up around my chin, my fingers trembling slightly beneath my leather gloves, though I force my posture to remain upright and proud.Ronan’s dark golden eyes lock onto me instantly.Even with the silk veil hiding my nose and mouth, his wolf knows my scent. The air between us grows instantly thin, charged with a dark, suffocating tension that makes every wolf in the square lower their heads to the cobbles.Tarian steps slightly in front of me, his hand resting on the hilt of his short-blade. “Don't be afraid, Sommy. He cannot touch you under international Healer immunity.”“I am not afraid,” I whisper back, though my heart is beating violently against my ribcage. “He is probably here to meet a high-ranking diplomat from the Royal Lycan Court.”Before I can take another step, a towering shadow falls across the stone floor.A heavy, rich scent of fresh cedarwood, dark leather, and







