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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.
"You are a fool, Jennifer," I say, my voice echoing coldly through the empty, shadowy corners of the production studio as the actress lunges forward with the blade.Before the cold steel can find its mark, a towering, broad-shouldered silhouette materializes from the dim corridor beside us. Strong, calloused hands wrap securely around Jennifer’s wrist, twisting it upward with such brutal, crushing force that the fruit knife clatters uselessly against the concrete floor."Ahhh!" Jennifer shrieks, dropping to her knees as the alpha pressure radiating from the newcomer locks her joints in place.I blink in stunned silence, looking up into the sharp, flawless angles of Ronan Wolfhart's face.His golden eyes burn with a furious, untamed fire, scanning every inch of my body to ensure no harm has touched me. His dark hair falls slightly across his forehead, and his tailored black vest is pulled taut across his powerful chest as he holds the struggling actress down."You..." I breathe, my hea
"You are playing a very dangerous game with Caleb Lewis, Kate," Charles warns, his brow furrowing as he paces the hospital floor."I am merely giving him the access he is begging for," I reply smoothly, leaning back against my pillows. "If he wants to play games to extract revenge for his sister, I will use him to permanently sever Samuel’s hopes.""Samuel is not going to stand by and watch you parade around with the head of the Silvermane Pack," Charles scoffs. "That man is unhinged. You saw the scars on his chest—he literally tried to carve his own heart out when you walked away."I feel a strange, hollow ache in my ribs at the reminder of Ronan's self-inflicted agony, but I push it down with cold, unyielding resolve. "He made his bed. Now he can lie in it."Before Charles can argue further, my phone lights up with a silent notification from the surveillance app connected to Matriarch Frances's room.I tap the screen, bringing up the live feed.On the digital display, the dark bedch
"Do you seriously expect me to stand by while you crawl through a hostile estate in the dead of night?" Ronan’s deep voice murmurs directly against my eardrum through the encrypted satellite headset."I am not asking for your permission," I whisper back, my gloved fingers gripping the top of the cold stone perimeter wall of the Yoeger mansion."You are infuriatingly reckless, Sommy," Ronan growls softly from miles away, the friction of his breathing vibrating over the audio channel. "If a single guard lays a hand on you, I will burn this entire district to ash.""Keep your threats to yourself and watch the perimeter feed," I retort, hoisting myself over the rampart and dropping silently into the frozen courtyard below.The grounds of the Yoeger estate are dead silent, shrouded in the bitter frost of a Moonscar City winter. I stay low against the shadowed stone masonry, my boots making zero sound as I navigate toward the western wing where Matriarch
"Are you in the clinic ward already?"The digital chime of the communication rune pulls me from my sleep. I swipe the glowing screen and find a message from Ronan.I stare at the text, the ghost of my narrow escape from the film set still heavy in my mind.Sommy: I am awake.Ronan: Next time you walk into a trap alone, tell me first. I will handle the enforcers so you do not have to risk your neck.I press my lips together, ignoring his possessive tone.Sommy: It was a personal grievance with an old coursemate. Nothing more.Ronan: Jennifer Leigh took a year off the academy because you beat her out for the lead role by a single vote in freshman year. She held a grudge for years. My shadow-scouts confirmed it.I am momentarily stunned. She tried to sever my cable over a college play?Ronan: Do not go near the Yoeger estate alone again. If you want to question Matriarch Frances, I have a solution.Sommy: What kind of solution?Ronan: Did you know Frances has a younger sister who married
"Are you injured?"The entire film crew rushes across the dusty floor of the studio, their voices overlapping in a chaotic panic as I lie motionless on the cold stone.Valerie kneels beside me, her hands hovering in absolute terror. "High Healer! Let me call the medical transport!""I cannot move my lower back," I choke out, my face as pale as fresh snow as the searing pain shoots through my spine. "Call the emergency Healer transport. Now.""Right away!" Valerie screams, pulling out her communication rune with trembling hands.Word spreads through Moonscar City like wildfire. Within an hour of my transfer to the central clinic ward, Tarian marches into my private room, his brow furled in heavy, dangerous lines."I have already sent enforcers to inspect the rigging cables on set," Tarian says, his voice dropping into a harsh whisper. "Someone filed the steel core down with a silver blade.""So it was deliberate," I state, my chest heaving as I lean back against the pillows."Obviously
"You were completely careless with the safety lines!" I snap, my voice trembling as my boots finally hit the solid ground of the film set.The prop master turns entirely pale, his hands shaking as he drops the frayed cable. "Lady Sommy, I swear the rigging was fully inspected before we hoisted the tower harness! Someone must have tampered with the core lock!"I press a hand against my rapidly hammering chest, breathing heavily as my wolf stirs anxiously beneath my skin. I did not fall by accident. Someone wanted me broken—or dead.Meanwhile, miles away in the upper sector of Moonscar City, Zanele Nightshade paces back and forth across the cold stone floor of her temporary chambers, her eyes wild with frenzied desperation."Vanessa, you told me the enforcers would never dig up the bone marrow ledgers!" Zanele hisses, whirling around to face her aunt.Vanessa Nightshade sits by the window, her lips pressed into a hard, venomous line. "I did not







