LOGINNolan was in the middle of painting when his door burst open.Elmund stood in the doorway, breathing hard like he'd run the entire way."Your Majesty, I apologize for barging in but –""What is it?" Nolan didn't look up from the canvas."She's here."Nolan's brush stopped mid-stroke.He knew exactly who Elmund meant without asking and he set the brush down carefully, his jaw tightening."Where?""The main hall. She's talking to the staff."Nolan left the painting unfinished and walked out of the room, wondering who in their right mind had brought her to the palace without his permission.By the time he reached the main hall, he could already hear her voice carrying through the corridors.It was exactly as he remembered.The palace staff had gathered in a loose circle around her, listening with rapt attention as she spoke."I've been so looking forward to this moment," she was saying. "To finally being here, in the palace, with all of you. I hope we can all become close. After all, I'l
Two weeks passed and with them came the rumors.Gianna first heard them in the training yard where she'd gone for her morning session with the guards.She was early and the guards didn't know she was there yet, hidden behind the equipment shed while they talked."Did you hear about the Luna?" one of them said, his voice low but not low enough. "She had a private audience with the King.""That's impossible," another guard replied. "No woman has ever been granted private court with His Majesty. There are laws against it.""I'm telling you what I heard. She went to the palace, presented her case and the King cleared the throne room. Sent everyone out. Even his own guards.""Then something must be going on between them."The first guard laughed. "Think about it. Alpha Cyrus doesn't visit her chambers anymore, not with Pietra around. The Luna must have found company elsewhere and who better than the King himself?"Gianna's hands clenched at her sides but she stayed hidden, listening."You'
Gianna returned to the pack house quietly, slipping through the side entrance without announcing herself.She went straight to her room and closed the door, leaning against it as exhaustion settled into her bones.She didn't tell anyone where she'd been and no one asked.The message arrived that evening.A royal courier delivered it directly to Cyrus, who read it in the main hall where everyone could see.His face transformed as he read the words and then he laughed, loud and triumphant."Pietra can stay," he announced to anyone within earshot. "The King has reversed his declaration."Gianna heard the commotion from upstairs but she didn't go down to join them.She stayed in her room, listening to the sounds of celebration filtering up through the floorboards.By nightfall, they'd arranged an elaborate dinner and the smell of roasted meat and wine filled the entire house.Still, no one came to invite Gianna.She sat by her window and watched the stars appear one by one while below her
Nolan stared at her, completely thrown.He'd expected anger when she came here. He'd even expected her to demand an explanation for why he'd issued the declaration without consulting her. He'd expected arguments about boundaries and agreements and the limits of their arrangement.He hadn't expected this."Present your real case," he said, his voice harder than he intended. "I don't understand what you're doing."Gianna stayed on her knees, her head still bowed.Nolan stood abruptly and left the throne, crossing the space between them in four strides. He grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet, harder than he meant to.Behind him, he heard one of the guards shift uncomfortably.He pulled back her shawl before she could stop him.Gianna's head dropped immediately, eyes going to the floor as required by law, but he'd already seen what he needed to see.Tears.Her eyes were red and her lashes wet.Nolan's confusion deepened into something closer to alarm."Out," he said without turni
Nolan picked up his brush and worked quickly, almost desperately, like the image would vanish if he didn't capture it immediately. His hand moved across the canvas in broad strokes, building the foundation before adding detail.The royal blue shawl. The curve of her shoulder. The way the fabric draped over her hair. Her eyes, dark and intelligent, looking at something just beyond the frame.He lost track of time.Footsteps approached the door and someone knocked."Not now," Nolan said without looking up."Your Majesty, I've returned from patrol." Elmund's voice came through the wood. "I have a report.""Wait outside."The footsteps retreated and Nolan kept painting.Three hours passed before he finally set down his brush.The woman in the blue shawl stared back at him from the canvas, every detail perfect, every shadow precisely placed.But he still didn't recognize her."Elmund," he called.The door opened immediately and Elmund stepped inside."Your report," Nolan said, still looki
Nolan was in his study when the message arrived."Alpha Cyrus of Valemont requests an audience, Your Majesty."Nolan didn't look up from the document he was reading. "Tell him to wait."The messenger bowed and left.Nolan continued reading, though his mind wasn't fully on the words. He was thinking about Gianna and the things she'd told him yesterday. The wells she'd repaired. The roofs she'd fixed. The pack members who brought her gifts in gratitude.All things Cyrus should have been doing as Alpha.But he'd been too busy with Pietra to notice his own pack falling apart.Nolan set the document aside and stood. He walked to the window and looked out over the palace grounds.He'd made Cyrus wait long enough.Twenty minutes later, Nolan entered the throne room.Cyrus stood in the center, his shoulders tight with tension. The moment he saw Nolan, something in his composure cracked.He dropped to his knees."Your Majesty, please. I'm begging you. Revise the declaration. Don't send Pietra
Gianna found Evelyn in the hallway."I need you to send this," she said, holding out the sealed letter. "Find a courier. Make sure it gets to my father in Highmoon."Evelyn took the letter carefully. "Of course, Luna. Right away."Gianna nodded and headed to her bathroom.She filled the tub and san
Nolan's hand closed around her wrist and their eyes met. Gianna went completely still. She could see the blazing anger in her eyes but under it, something else flickered there. Recognition? Confusion? She couldn't name. The moment of silence stretched between them, taut as a wire. Then footste
Gianna moved through the corridor on silent feet. The temple's restricted section was darker and narrower than the main hall. Nolan was twenty paces ahead. His hood was still up. He walked quickly despite the unsteadiness she'd noticed earlier. She kept to the shadows, pressing herself agains
Chapter SixThe table was silent.Every Alpha, every Beta, every carefully dressed wolf in that banquet hall was looking at their plate, their glass, the middle distance – anywhere except at Cyrus, or at Gianna, or at the head of the table where Nolan sat with his hand resting flat on the cloth an







