Mag-log inMarcus’s POV
"Marcus? Did... did I do something wrong?" Lila sobbed and looked up at me with her tear filled, innocent looking doe eyes as she lay weakly in my arms.
"No, my love. You didn't do anything wrong, it's all that damn woman's fault!"
I stared at Sophia coldly. This all made sense.
I had seen her hand that glass of wine back to Lila and I kicked myself for not expecting this jealous woman to try something like this.
"Guards! Detain the Luna and take her to the dungeon!”
"What? Marcus... you can't be serious?! How dare you do this to me!"
"Shut the fuck up Sophia! Guards! Restrain her if you have to."
Ignoring Sophia's shouting I gave the guards their orders as I picked Lila up as gently as I could and carried her out of the banquet hall.
"I told you long ago that Sophia was not our mate and things wouldn't end well with her!" My wolf hissed furiously at me, panic stricken about our mate's condition.
"Darius, please. I didn't think for a minute that Sophia was like this. I had only ever seen her kindness and compassion."
Sophia and I had met in high school. She was the only heir to the Ironclad Pack, and an Alpha too. As the Alpha of the Nightfall Pack, I had always felt that we were almost made for each other.
It made sense for us to pursue a relationship, even if it turned out that she was not my fated mate, I still thought that together, we would provide strong leadership for our packs. I had no intention of changing my mind.
All this time my wolf, Darius, had been trying to warn me that something like this would happen, but every time she looked at me with chocolate colored eyes, I saw nothing but deep love and affection radiating there.
She was a caring and attentive wife and an excellent Luna.
Sophia had always made it known just how deeply she loved me and she had worked for the benefit of our pack in everything that she did.
After our pack merged, I became the most powerful Alpha in our kingdom. As a rare pair of Chosen Mates, our love story had been the topic of gossip on everyone's lips. We had become the legendary couple
that everyone aspired to be like and nobody had anything bad to say about me, I was the perfect gentleman in their eyes.
All Sophia and I had to do was play our respective roles as we had been doing and everything would have been fine, but now, it turned out she had a hidden side to her that I knew nothing about.
"I'm sorry Lila, my love. I should have spoken to her about this sooner and perhaps it wouldn't have come as such a shock to her.
If I had given her time to adjust perhaps you wouldn't have gotten hurt"
I laid Lila on the bed gently and called the doctor to treat her.
My poor fated Mate had only just broken free from the torment of her pack's destruction, and now she was faced with another trauma to deal with.
"It's okay Marcus. It's not your fault, I don't blame you at all. None of us could have guessed that Sophia would do such a thing, especially because she holds the title of Luna."
"Oh yes, such a Luna behaving like this," I spat in disgust, "If she can behave like this in front of me then what else is she capable of behind my back?"
After I had left the doctor with instructions to look after Lila, I called Brock back into the banquet hall. The guards had Sophia
pinned to the ground and restrained on all sides.
I made my way through the crowd that had gathered around her to watch.
"Sophia, I had always thought that you were a kind woman, I didn't expect you to use such an underhanded and despicable method to try and get rid of my fated mate!"
"It's funny, because I also naively thought that my husband Marcus Blackthorn, was also a good husband!"
I gritted my teeth together tightly and looked at the stubborn, prideful woman before me.
Reaching forward quickly, I took hold of her chin, pinching it tightly, and forced her to hold my gaze. "If you are willing to admit your mistake Sophia, and accept Lila's presence here as my fated mate, then I will forgive this...unpleasantness and you can keep your position as Luna."
The woman in front of me suddenly smiled and her eyes began to turn a bright purple, a warning that she was ready to use her wolf Luna's abilities.
I quickly took a step back from her and without warning the guards who had held her down were thrown away from her with such brutality that tables and chairs scattered as their bodies collided with them. What should have been a perfect anniversary banquet was now nothing more than a mess.
"Sophia! Are you insane?! You actually
attacked your own guards!"
"Yes, I'm fucking insane," she growled.
Sophia stared at me with her purple eyes shining dangerously and an unhinged smile on her pretty face.
The expensive evening dress that she had chosen for the banquet was torn in several places, revealing her beautiful pale skin underneath.
As much I hated to admit it, this version of Sophia that stood before me, beautiful in her rage, was an incredible turn on.
She turned around to face the pack member assembled for the banquet and spoke loudly in a confident voice that carried the full length of the room.
"I, Sophia Evergreen of the Ironclad Pack, hereby officially reject Marcus Blackthorn of the Nightfall Pack, and from this moment forth, I am no longer your Luna."
"What the fuck are you talking about?!" I yelled in panic as I rushed over to grab hold of her arm roughly, and spun her to face me.
"Don't you understand?" She sneered, "This is the end of our relationship."
"You actually dared to reject me?!"
I hadn't even punished her and this damn woman had chosen to reject me before anything was decided.
Fuck!
"You'll regret this in the future Sophia! I am Marcus Blackthorn of the Nightfall Pack, hereby accept your refusal! You will now be arrested for murder! Guards! Take this damn woman to the dungeon!"
Ethan's POVThe attack came at midnight.Not at the border, not at a supply point, not through a messenger or a carefully placed act of sabotage designed to look like something else. It came straight through the eastern tree line toward the pack house itself, forty wolves moving in coordinated formation with the kind of disciplined aggression that didn't come from anger alone but from planning, from someone who had spent time thinking about exactly how to hit a target that had been preparing for a hit.I was already awake. I hadn't slept properly since Thornfield and I wasn't going to tonight either, not with Lila in holding and the news of her capture having gone out through channels I couldn't fully control. I'd known Marcus would hear it. I knew it would land hard. What I hadn't fully accounted for was how fast he'd move, the hours between Lila going down and Marcus deciding that patience was finished.The pack bond lit up all at once, every ranked wolf on the eastern perimeter reg
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Violet's POVThe hardest part was the waiting.I had positioned myself near the far display table with a clear sightline across the full length of the room, close enough to the eastern corridor that I could move fast if I needed to, far enough from Lila that I wasn't in her peripheral awareness. I had a glass of water I wasn't drinking and an expression I'd been carefully maintaining for the past forty minutes and a clock running in the back of my head that I couldn't turn off no matter how many times I told myself to stop counting.Lila had taken the glass from Sophia at seven fifty-two. I knew because I'd watched it happen with the particular focus of someone who had spent two days preparing for a single moment and needed to be certain it had actually occurred. The lift of the glass, the drink, the easy social smile Lila wore while she swallowed, none of it looking like anything other than a woman enjoying champagne at a lovely event. She hadn't hesitated. Hadn't paused. Had taken i
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Sophia's POVViolet knocked on my office door at a time that suggested she hadn't slept, and when I opened it she was already talking, notebook in hand, the particular energy of someone who had been alone with an idea long enough that it had outgrown the space in their head and needed somewhere else to go. I stepped back and let her in without interrupting, and she laid the coven text and her notes on my desk and walked me through all of it in the methodical, unsentimental way she approached most things, facts first, complications second, questions at the end.I listened to the whole thing without speaking. When she finished I was quiet for a moment, looking at the ingredient list she'd copied out in her small, precise handwriting, and then I looked up at her. "You came to me first," I said. "Before Max, before Ethan."Something shifted in her expression, briefly, the kind of shift that happened when someone noticed they'd revealed more than they intended to. "The exhibition is yours,
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Dominic's POVI stood outside Sienna's apartment building, checking my watch for the third time in five minutes.Seven o'clock. Exactly when I said I'd pick her up.My palms were sweating. Actually sweating. Like I was a teenager picking up his prom date."Get it together," I muttered to myself.Th







