LOGIN"We forget nothing," another elder, a scarred warrior named Tobias, interjected from the left. He slammed his goblet onto the table, his eyes fixed on Rhea. "Which is exactly why we require the sealing ceremony. The Northern Alliance cannot be built on words alone, Jaxon. The treaty demands the bride prove her lineage before the High Council. Let Lady Vivienne stand before the Lunar Mirror."
I felt Rhea’s arm twitch against mine. A sudden spike of adrenaline shot through her blood, and my wolf instantly picked up the scent of raw terror beneath the amber elixir.
‘Steady,’ I sent the command through the telepathic link, slamming the thought into her mind with the weight of an Alpha’s order. ‘Do not flinch.’
She didn't answer with words, but the small, stubborn tilt of her chin told me she had heard me.
I let go of her arm, stepping back just half a pace to give her the stage. "Go," I said aloud, keeping my face an unreadable mask of stone. "Show them the blood of the Moretti."
Every eye in the hall tracked her as she took three slow, deliberate steps toward the silver artifact. The liquid surface of the mirror began to churn violently at her approach, the mercury rippling as if reacting to an unseen current.
Rhea stopped exactly two feet in front of the glass.
For a single, agonizing second, nothing happened. The mirror remained dark, a swirling vortex of silver and shadow. Then, the ancient iron frame began to hum. A low, vibrating frequency pulsed through the floorboards, making the heavy crystal chandeliers above us rattle.
Then, the glass reacted.
A faint, sickly violet light began to bleed from the center of the mirror. It wasn't the deep, vibrant sapphire of a royal Alpha bloodline. It was pale, fractured, and chaotic. The liquid mercury began to spin faster, the violet deepening, shifting toward a dark, dangerous hue.
"What is the meaning of this?" Elder Tobias growled, half-rising from his seat. "The mirror should be turning gold or deep blue within seconds!"
My heart hammered against my ribs like a battering ram, but I didn't let my expression waver. The mirror was reading her. It was stripping away Kaelen’s amber elixir, digging deep into the marrow of her bones where her true, submissive, rogue Omega nature resided. The violet light was the color of a soul without a pack, a stray. A target.
Suddenly, the mirror flared. A blinding, violent crimson light erupted from the center of the glass, casting bloody shadows across the stone walls of the banquet hall.
The color of a rogue threat. The color of a fraud.
"An impostor!" Tobias roared, drawing the silver dagger at his waist. "The mirror senses a rogue!"
The hall erupted into absolute chaos. Hundreds of Alphas stood up, their chairs screeching against the stone floor, their scents turning lethal and aggressive as their inner beasts reacted to the crimson warning of the magical artifact. Weapons slid from their sheaths, the metallic ring of steel echoing through the rafters.
"Hold!" Vance shouted, his ancient voice cutting through the noise, though his eyes were wide with a predatory hunger. "Look at the edges of the glass! That is not the reflection of a purebred Alpha!"
Rhea froze, her breath catching in her throat as the crimson light bathed her face, exposing every line of terror on her pale skin. She looked back at me, her blue eyes wide, her lips parted in a silent plea.
Before the guards could take a single step toward her, I moved.
I crossed the distance between us in a fraction of a second, my movements blurrier than human sight could follow. I reached out, my large hand clamping onto her waist with a brutal, possessive grip, yanking her back against my chest.
‘Give it to me,’ I roared through the bond, unleashing the full, unbridled fury of my inner wolf. ‘Let me in!’
I didn't wait for her consent. I forced my own dominant Alpha aura to erupt from my skin like a shockwave. A heavy, suffocating scent of dark cedar, liquid fire, and freezing winter air rolled off my body, filling the dais and crashing into the magical artifact. I slammed my free hand onto the gnarled iron frame of the mirror, forcing my own spiritual weight through her, using the fresh mark on her neck as a conduit to flood her soul with my power.
The liquid mercury shivered. The crimson light fought back for a terrible, agonizing second, the red and silver clashing in a violent vortex that hissed like boiling oil.
"Jaxon!" Vance warned, his hand shaking as he pointed at the glass. "You cannot force the Goddess's mirror to lie!"
"I force nothing!" I bellowed, my golden eyes flashing with a light so bright it illuminated the dark corners of the hall. "The girl is mine! Her soul belongs to the North!"
I dug my fingers into her waist, pushing more of my Alpha essence through the bond. Rhea gasped, her head falling back against my shoulder as my power tore through her veins, rewriting her spiritual signature in the eyes of the glass.
Slowly, painfully, the crimson light began to bleed away. The edges of the glass turned a deep, shimmering gold, the unmistakable color of the Ravencroft lineage. The liquid mercury stabilized, reflecting a brilliant, blinding golden shield that filled the dais, forcing the closest elders to shield their eyes.
The silence returned, heavier this time, thick with the scent of my absolute dominance.
I stood there, breathing heavily, my hand still gripping Rhea's waist so tightly I could feel the rapid, terrified flutter of her heartbeat against my palm. The mirror held the gold reflection, but the very edges of the frame were still pulsing with a faint, residual violet light, a thin, dangerous thread of her true self that wouldn't completely dissolve.
Elder Vance stepped forward, his eyes narrowing to slits as he leaned over the table, staring at the border of the glass.
"Hold!" Vance shouted, his voice dropping into a dark accusation that made every guard in the room freeze. "Look at the edges of the glass, Jaxon. That is not the reflection of a purebred Alpha. There is a secondary scent, a fractured lineage hidden beneath your shroud!"
He looked up, his flint-like eyes locking onto mine.
"You have brought a marked stray into the High Council's treaty, Warlord. Explain the violet thread in the Goddess's glass, or the executioners will take her head before the sun rises.”
Rhea’s POV“You dare question my blood on my own dais, Vance?”Jaxon’s voice wasn't just a roar; it was a physical shockwave. The air in the grand hall instantly pressurized, crushing down on my chest until my lungs screamed for air. He pulled me closer, his massive arm locking around my waist like an iron bar, his chest heaving with a terrifying, calculated fury.Elder Vance didn't back down. The ancient wolf leaned over the table, pointing a gnarled, trembling finger at the faint, violent thread of violet light pulsing at the border of the Lunar Mirror.“The glass does not lie, Warlord!” Vance shouted, his voice echoing off the vaulted timber ceiling. “That violet hue is the mark of an unranked stray! A rogue! Look at her, she is drowning in your scent because she has none of her own!”Whispers exploded through the rows of seated nobles like dry brush catching f
"We forget nothing," another elder, a scarred warrior named Tobias, interjected from the left. He slammed his goblet onto the table, his eyes fixed on Rhea. "Which is exactly why we require the sealing ceremony. The Northern Alliance cannot be built on words alone, Jaxon. The treaty demands the bride prove her lineage before the High Council. Let Lady Vivienne stand before the Lunar Mirror."I felt Rhea’s arm twitch against mine. A sudden spike of adrenaline shot through her blood, and my wolf instantly picked up the scent of raw terror beneath the amber elixir.‘Steady,’ I sent the command through the telepathic link, slamming the thought into her mind with the weight of an Alpha’s order. ‘Do not flinch.’She didn't answer with words, but the small, stubborn tilt of her chin told me she had heard me.I let go of her arm, stepping back just half a pace to
Jaxon’s POVMy jaw ached from the sheer force of clenching my teeth. Every breath I drew in the suffocating warmth of the grand gallery tasted like liquid gold, ozone, and her.‘Mine,’ the beast beneath my ribs roared, clawing at my lungs, demanding I tear the high-collared black tuxedo from my frame, shift into my midnight-furred form, and carry the fragile creature beside me away to the deepest cavern in the frost-peaks. ‘Claim. Protect. Hide.’‘Shut up,’ I snarled back into the dark recesses of my own mind, slamming an iron wall down on the telepathic bond that had just fused our souls.A biological impossibility. A cosmic joke. The universe had looked at Jaxon Ravencroft, the Warlord of the North, the Tyrant Alpha who had spent a decade painting the snowfields in the blood of rebels to secure a throne, and handed him a gutter-born rogue Omega as his fated match. If t
“Alpha Jaxon, are you saying...?” Kaelen gasped from the doorway, his eyes wide.“I have to mark her,” Jaxon stated, his eyes locking onto my neck where the blood from his bite was already starting to dry. “I have to claim her fully as my mate before we walk into that feast. If my mark is on her neck, her soul belongs to the Ravencroft Pack. The mirror will only see my Alpha power reflecting through her.”“I won't do it!” I shouted, backing away from him until my skirt pressed against the velvet sofa again. “You’re crazy! A full marking is permanent! It binds our souls forever! I am not going to be tied to a Tyrant Alpha for the rest of my life just to save your precious treaty!”“It’s not just about my treaty anymore, street girl!” Jaxon growled, closing the distance between us in a single, predatory step. He grabbed both of my shoulders, his grip tight and commanding
Rhea's POV“Let go of me!” I hissed the second the heavy oak doors of the bridal suite slammed shut behind us.Jaxon didn't just let go; he shoved me back toward the velvet sofa. I stumbled, my heavy silk train tangling around my ankles, before I hit the cushions hard. The diamond necklace felt like an iron collar choking my throat.“You stupid, reckless girl,” Jaxon growled, pacing the room like a caged beast. His eyes were still flashing between bright gold and pitch black, his wild Alpha aura filling the room so thick it made the air feel hot and thin. “Do you have any idea what you just did out there?”“What ‘I’ did?” I shouted back, ripping the lace veil off my head and throwing it to the floor. “You’re the one who bit me! You’re the one who stared at me like you were going to rip me to pieces in front of the entire High Council! I did exactly what Kaelen told me
The heavy iron doors of the grand chapel flew open with a loud, echoing boom.Inside, hundreds of high-society Alphas and Betas from across the Northern Empire sat in the carved stone pews, dressed in formal black velvet and heavy furs. At the far end of the long aisle, standing before the giant stone statue of the Moon Goddess, was the High Priest, an ancient, blind Alpha whose scent was so thick with age and power it made the air taste like ash.The moment our boots hit the stone aisle, hundreds of heads turned toward us.I felt the girl stiffen beside me, but she surprised me. She didn't look down. She didn't look weak. She walked with her head held high, perfectly mimicking the haughty stride of Vivienne Moretti.I matched her pace, keeping my stride slow, powerful, and utterly confident. I used my massive frame to absorb the intense, heavy glares of the suspicious elders







