LOGINKai’s large hand buried into Lia’s hair, pulling her head back just enough to allow him to graze her neck. He was suckling at her skin, a slow, possessive mark of a new Luna, claiming her in front of the very woman he had discarded moments before.
I was crouched on the floor, my fingers digging so deeply into the fabric of my silver dress that I could hear the silk groaning. My hands were clutched tightly over my stomach, trying to hold my internal organs together. Every time his teeth grazed her, a white-hot spike of agony shot through my own chest, the shattered remains of our mate-bond screaming in protest. I forced my eyes to the floor, fighting the sob that threatened to shatter my ribs.
“Look at her,” Kai’s voice rumbled, vibrating through the hall. He didn't stop his assault on Lia’s neck, his eyes hooded and dark.
“A Beta who cannot even stand. A warrior who crumbles at the sight of her Alpha’s happiness.”
He pulled away from Lia just enough to sneer at me, his lip curling in a way that made my stomach turn. He took a deliberate step toward me, his heavy boots clicking against the marble. He leaned down, placing his hand on his knee, bringing his face level with mine.
"Tell me, June," he whispered, loud enough for the front row of the pack to hear.
"Does it burn? Does it feel like your soul is being shredded? Because that is the sound of reality finally catching up to your delusions. You thought you could be my equal. You thought a nameless, rootless orphan could sit on a throne."He reached out, not to touch me, but to flick a stray bead from my dress.
"You even tried to dress the part. But a crow in silver feathers is still a crow."He stood back up, looking around the room at the hundreds of eyes watching my downfall.
"From this moment, June is stripped of her rank. She is no longer a Beta of the Crescent Pack. She doesn’t deserve to be one. She is an Omega, the lowest of the low. A servant to the lineage she dared to insult."He gestured dismissively to the guards standing at the periphery.
“Take her to the servant chambers. I don't want her filth staining the royal tiles any longer. In fact, scrub the floors where she knelt. I want every trace of her arrogance erased by morning.”
I felt the cold bite of metal before I felt the guards' hands. they snapped silver-lined chains around my wrists. The silver hissed against my skin, dampening my wolf and sending a dull, sickening ache through my veins. As they dragged me away, I heard Lia’s soft, triumphant giggle and the sound of the pack resuming their celebration. The music started again.
By the time they threw me into the small, damp room that was to be my new home, I was gasping for air. The servant chambers were located in the bowels of the palace, where the stone was always wet and the air tasted of mold. Every breath felt like a shockwave of broken glass traveling down my lungs. I collapsed against the stone wall, the silver chains clinking mockingly in the dark. I closed my eyes, praying for a sleep that wouldn't come, a sleep that would swallow the memory of Lia’s hand in his hair.
Hours passed. Or maybe it was only minutes. In the dark, time becomes a distorted thing. I lay there, shivering, my body trying to heal the invisible wounds of a rejected bond while the silver chains continued to poison my blood.
A soft click of the door made my ears twitch.
I became alert instantly, my instincts screaming. Someone was here. I forced myself upright, my back scraping against the rough stone as I tried to find my footing. The door creaked open, admitting a sliver of light from the hallway.
Kai stepped into the dim light of the chambers. He had discarded his heavy Alpha cloak and his formal tunic, wearing only a thin black shirt that clung to his frame. He looked leaner and more dangerous in the shadows, his Alpha aura filling the tiny room until I felt like the walls were closing in.
“Why are you here, Kai?” I rasped, my voice sounding like it had been dragged over thorns.
“Is your new Luna not enough for you? Can you not even tolerate Lia’s bed for a single night before coming to gloat over my ruins? Did you forget to insult my parents one last time?”
Kai didn't look angry. He didn't even look annoyed by my sharp tongue. He looked predatory. He stepped closer, his movements fluid and silent. The space between us vanished until I could feel the heat radiating off his body, contrasting with the freezing dampness of the room.
"You always did have too much pride for your own good, June," he said, his voice a low, melodic hum. He looked around the room, his eyes lingering on the straw pallet that was to be my bed and the single, flickering candle on the wall.
"It’s a shame. Such a beautiful fire wasted on someone who doesn't know how to play the game."
He reached out, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw with a terrifying tenderness that made me want to recoil and lean in all at once. The touch sent a jolt through the broken bond, a cruel reminder of what should have been.
“Lia is the Luna this pack requires,” he whispered, his voice low and dangerous, vibrating in the small space.
“She has the bloodline, the status, and the public grace to lead. The elders respect her. The warriors fear her family. She is the perfect piece for the board I am playing. You... you are a liability to my crown, June. You are a ghost story. You cannot serve this clan as my mate. It would be a weakness I cannot afford. If I took an Omega as my Luna, the surrounding packs would see it as an invitation to war.”
He leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear, his breath hot against my cold skin.
“But that doesn't mean I am finished with you. I’ve watched you for years, June. I’ve watched the way you move, the way you defy everyone with nothing but a look. You have a fire that Lia will never possess. She is a statue; you are a storm. You cannot be my Queen, but you can very well become something more important to me. Something kept in the dark, away from Lia’s notice. A secret I keep in the heart of this palace. Something that belongs solely to me, without the interference of pack laws or elder councils.”
I felt my heart stop, then restart with a sickening thud against my ribs. I looked up into his dark, calculating eyes, searching for a hint of a joke, a shred of the man I thought the Goddess had intended for me. But there was only the Alpha, cold, hungry, and utterly selfish.
“You want me to be your mistress?”
The stone corridor is cold beneath my bare feet.I didn't bother with slippers when I left the tower. Didn't bother with a robe or a guard or any of the trappings my title as Luna is supposed to afford me. I just walked. Down the spiral stairs, through the great hall, past the guards who bowed and murmured words I didn't hear.Because I heard him.The dungeon entrance looms before me, dark and damp and reeking of misery. Kai forbade me from being here. Said it wasn't a place for his Luna, his mate, his wife. Said the things that lived in the darkness weren't fit for my eyes.But I heard him.Not his words, not clearly. The stone is too thick, the distance too great. But I heard his voice. The tone he uses when he's trying to control something he can't. The edge that creeps in when he's losing a battle he didn't know he was fighting.And I heard her.Lia.Laughing.Even now. Even chained and beaten and locked in a cell. Even with my husband's hands around her throat,I saw the bruises w
The darkness is my only witness.It wraps around me like a shroud, cold and absolute, pressing against my swollen throat and my cracked ribs and the places inside me that stopped hurting hours ago because they've gone numb. I lie on the straw, filthy, lice-ridden, damp and I listen to my own breathing rattle in and out of lungs that still remember being denied air.His hands.I can still feel them. The weight of his palms. The steadiness of his fingers. The way he squeezed like he was wringing water from stone, methodical, almost bored, as if strangling me was just another task on his daily list.You should have said yes.The words echo in the dark. I hear them in his voice, that low, conversational tone that terrified me more than any scream ever could. Because screaming means feeling. Screaming means losing control. But Kai of the Bloodmoon Clan doesn't lose control.He chooses.Every squeeze of his fingers. Every breath I couldn't take. Every second of agony was a choice he made, d
Her throat moved beneath my hands.So small. So fragile. So infuriatingly, impossibly alive even now, even after everything, even with her blood on my orders and her body breaking beneath my will.I squeezed harder.Her eyes, those damned grey eyes that had haunted me for years began to flutter. Her lips parted, searching for air that wouldn't come. Her struggles weakened, slowed, stopped.Stop.The voice came from somewhere deep. Somewhere I had tried to kill.Stop. You're killing her. You're killing our mate.Our mate.The word was poison now. Had been poison since the day I severed the bond and felt half my soul die in the process. I had told myself it was necessary. Told myself she was unworthy. Told myself that a mated wolf of my standing, my power, my legacy could not be tied to a low-born nobody with nothing but defiance in her heart.But my wolf had never agreed.Let her go, he snarled now, clawing at the inside of my skull. Let her go before it's too late.She's not ours anym
The footsteps came without warning.Heavy. Deliberate. Familiar in a way that made my stomach clench and my heart rate spike despite the poison slowing everything down.Kai.I knew his walk. I had known it for years, the confident stride of an Alpha who owned everything his eyes could see. It made my blood run cold.The guards at the end of the corridor murmured something I couldn't catch. Then their footsteps retreated, and there was only one set of boots approaching my cell.The door already open from Lia's visit, because apparently no one in this palace could be bothered to close a cage properly swung wider. Torchlight spilled in, and through it, silhouetted against the flickering flames, stood Kai.He stepped into my cell.I didn't move. Couldn't move. My body had given up on voluntary movement hours ago, leaving me paralyzed in the straw like a broken doll.Kai circled me slowly, his eyes taking in every wound, every bruise, every piece of evidence that his orders had been carrie
The cellar stairs stretched before me like a descent into the underworld.Each step echoed off ancient stone, a countdown to something I couldn't name. Behind my eyes, the images flickered without mercy, the courtyard, the post, the whip rising and falling. June's back splitting open. June's blood painting the stones. June's eyes, even then, even at the worst moment, looking at me with something that wasn't quite defeat.I had ordered those lashes. I had stood there and watched them fall. I had told myself it was justice, necessary discipline, the hard cost of maintaining order in a pack that needed to know its Alpha would not be challenged.But the images wouldn't stop. June's eyes. Always June's eyes.I shook my head hard, as if I could dislodge the memories physically. It didn't work. It never worked.I had been walking for ten minutes before I realized I wasn't heading to my study or the training grounds or anywhere a sane Alpha would go at this hour. I was heading to my chambers.
"Ugh. Do they never clean in here? It smells like something died. Oh wait," I laughed, a bright, brittle sound "Something is dying. It's just taking its sweet time about it."June didn't move.I circled her slowly, my gown whispering against the filthy stone. I'd chosen this dress carefully, deep crimson silk, the color of fresh blood, with gold embroidery that caught the torchlight and threw it back in fragments. I wanted to look like everything she'd lost. I wanted to look like victory."You know," I said, stopping near her head, "I've been thinking. About all of this. About you. About me. About how we got here."I crouched down, bringing my face close to hers. Her eyes were closed, her breathing shallow. But I knew she could hear me. I knew it."And I realized something," I continued, my voice soft, almost gentle. "Something I should have understood years ago."I reached out and touched her face, just a light brush of my fingers against her cheek. She flinched. Good."This could







