MasukPrince Luca's POVFor a long moment, my father said nothing at all, his expression carved from granite, and the silence stretched taut enough that I could hear my own heartbeat hammering against my ribs.Finally, one of the elder council members, an aging wolf named Councilor Brennar who had served three generations of my family, cleared his throat and spoke into the tension. "The challenge clause, if properly invoked, requires formal acknowledgment before this council, Your Majesty. The prince has stated his grounds. By law, we are obligated to at least consider them."My father's jaw tightened visibly. "The clause requires demonstrable evidence of an existing bond, Councilor. Not simply a prince's wounded feelings over a girl who has, by every credible account, already chosen another man entirely."My father thought I am talking from emotions without knowing I get my facts right before i spill. “I have evidence," I said, before the councilor could respond. "A vision, shared through
Prince Luca’s PovThe handwriting was elegant, unfamiliar, pressed into the parchment with a confidence that suggested whoever wrote it had never once doubted the words would reach exactly the hands they were intended for.Prince Luca,I write to you with information I suspect your father's council will take great pains to keep from you today. Lyra Ashwood was drugged, assaulted, and nearly bound against her will to a man she had every right to never see again. Her own family orchestrated the circumstances. The photograph currently circulating through your court was manufactured specifically to destroy any claim you might have to her, and to clear the path for your betrothal to proceed without obstacle.I do not expect you to trust this letter blindly. I have given you no reason to trust anything I say. But I would ask you to consider the timing of your father's sudden urgency, the convenient appearance of the photograph precisely when it would do the most damage, and the fact that th
Prince Luca’s PovMy father turned and strode away without waiting for a response, his guards falling into step behind him, and I stood in the empty corridor with Leo, fury and helplessness warring viciously in my chest."What does he mean, my future," I said once the sound of their footsteps had faded entirely.Leo's expression had gone grim. "I think you already know."I did. The realization settled over me cold and absolute. A formal betrothal announcement. A marriage arranged for political convenience rather than any bond the Moon Goddess herself had sanctioned. Wendy's earlier comments in the corridor suddenly carried far more weight than I'd given them credit for at the time."He's going to try to force the issue," I said."Probably," Leo agreed. "Which means tomorrow's council session isn't something you can simply skip, Luca. Not without handing him every justification he needs to declare you unfit, or worse, to move against Lyra's family directly as punishment for your defian
Prince Luca's POVI rode back to the palace in silence, blood drying stiff along my forearm, Tobias Vale's words repeating themselves over and over in my head until I could barely think past them. The photograph was forged. The danger was real. And I had spent the entire morning allowing both my father's politics and a manufactured distraction to keep me from doing anything at all to help her.Leo met me at the stables, his expression shifting from relief to alarm the moment he saw the state of me. "What happened?""Tobias Vale happened," I said, dismounting stiffly. "He staged an attack on the eastern border. A distraction, he admitted it himself, to keep me occupied while something worse happens to Lyra."Leo's face paled. "Then the photograph…..”"Was forged. He confirmed that too." I scrubbed a hand through my hair, frustration and fear tangling together until I could barely separate one from the other. "I need proof, Leo. Something real, something I can use to justify going to Vi
Prince Luca's POVI didn't wait for further explanation. I followed the guard at a full sprint through the palace corridors, Varek already surging forward inside me, fury and purpose replacing the ache of heartbreak with something far more useful."How many attackers," I demanded as we cleared the outer gates."Unclear, Your Highness. The reports are confused. Some say wolves, others say something else entirely, something that doesn't move like any wolf they've ever seen." The guard's voice carried genuine fear beneath the military precision he was trying to maintain. "Three guards are already down."We reached the stables, and I mounted the first available horse without bothering to wait for a proper saddle, driving it hard toward the eastern border at a pace that left the guard struggling to keep up behind me. The morning air burned cold against my face, and somewhere beneath the fury propelling me forward, a smaller, more honest part of my mind registered relief at having something
Prince Luca’s povI threw myself into training the next morning before the sun had fully cleared the eastern wall, long before any of the instructors arrived to supervise, because the alternative was lying in bed replaying that photograph over and over until I lost whatever remained of my sanity.The practice dummy took the worst of it. I drove my fist into the reinforced leather until my knuckles split, until pain finally managed to crowd out the image of Lyra beneath someone else's weight, her face turned away from the camera, her body marked with bruises I still couldn't explain and still couldn't stop thinking about.Varek stayed quiet through all of it, which unsettled me more than if he'd been shouting. My wolf had never once gone silent on the subject of Lyra, not since the day he'd first insisted she belonged to us."You're going to break your hand before breakfast," Leo said from the doorway, arms crossed, watching me with the particular patience he reserved for moments he th







