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The silver thread glimmered like a dying star between my fingers as I pulled the final stitch. I had spent weeks carving a masterpiece out of a mess, breathing life into a gown that was little more than a hand-me-down from Nora, the chief maid. It was a relic of the royal palace, salvaged from the scrap heap of a life I was never meant to lead.
Lia stood beside me, the yellow of her dress blending seamlessly with her pale skin. She looked like a soft sunbeam, a stark contrast to me. With my almond-tinted hair and emerald eyes that seemed too large for my face, my fair skin was a curse, it made me stand out in a pack that preferred I remain invisible. No one ever looked past the surface to see the girl drowning in a pathetic, orphaned story.
“What if you get mated to Alpha Kai tonight, June?” Lia whispered, her eyes dancing.
“You know the tales. The Moon Goddess loves to bridge the gap, mating the lowest beta to the strongest alpha to create a perfect balance. That could be you.”
I held up the gown, watching the moonlight catch the beads. It glowed with an ethereal, haunting light. No one would ever guess this was once junk. It was my armor, built on sleepless nights and desperate hope.
“Can you imagine the fallout?” I countered, my voice tight.
“The Alpha of the Crescent Pack tethered to an orphan? The clan would be the laughingstock of the territories. I’d be humiliated far beyond the small cruelties we face now. Kai is a warrior, Lia. He isn’t the kind of man who knows how to mend a soul as shredded as mine.”I pulled the dress on, the fabric cooling my heated skin.
“Besides, I don’t want to spend my life serving a pack that never offered me a home. Why should I shred my spirit to lead people who treated me like a ghost?”
We walked toward the palace hall, the grand stone arches looming like the mouth of a beast. With every step, the rhythm of my heart grew louder, a frantic drumming against my ribs. By the time we reached the heavy oak doors, the sound was deafening. Music sounded like senseless noise and the smell of celebration suddenly made me feel nauseous.
“I can’t wait for us to finally belong somewhere. Good luck, June,” Lia whispered, squeezing my hand before drifting toward the dance floor.
The moment she left, I vanished into the shadows of the crowd. I watched the room like a spectator at my own execution. Slowly, the moon reached its peak. It felt like a cruel competition. Every passing second, a gasp would erupt, another Beta finding their mate, another couple entwining their souls.
I stood in the corner, my knuckles white as I gripped the silver fabric of my skirt. I began to pray, a silent, choking plea to the Moon Goddess.
Life has taken enough from me, I thought, my throat burning. Don't take this, too.
“Goddess, please,” I choked out, a sob threatening to break through.
“Even if you give me an orphaned beta like me, I swear on my parents’ graves, I will love him. I will cherish him. Just give me someone to call mine. Please.”
Suddenly, the music died. The air in the room grew heavy, charged with a static that made the hair on my arms stand up.
“Caska?”
It was Kai’s voice, deep, resonant, and laced with a rare note of alarm. My eyes followed the crowd’s gaze to the center of the hall. The Seer, Caska, stood frozen. She was the pack’s shield, a woman of terrifying, mysterious power. Usually, she was the picture of composure, but now her eyes had rolled back, showing nothing but a blinding, milky white.
A cold shiver raced down my spine. Something inside me, something ancient and dormant, stirred in response to her trance. I felt a pull in my gut, a golden tether tightening. I didn’t like the eerie feeling.
“Alpha Kai…” Caska’s voice wasn't her own; it was layered, echoing like a chorus of spirits, almost like the moon goddess was speaking through her directly. Her eyes flickered back to life for a split second, landing directly on me in the shadows, before they went white again.
The silence was absolute. You could hear the flicker of the torches on the walls. Kai stepped toward her, his powerful frame tense, his scent,cedar and storm clouds, filling the room.
“Speak, Seer,” Kai commanded, his Alpha aura radiating enough heat to singe the air.
Caska’s head snapped toward the crowd, her finger trembling as she pointed toward the dark corner where I stood, trembling in my silver-beaded rags.
“The destiny of the Crescent Pack is no longer in the hands of the strong, but in the blood of the hidden. Alpha Kai… is mated to June, the Orphaned beta.”
The room erupted into a deafening silence. I felt Kai’s gaze hit me like a physical blow, cold, shocked, and utterly lethal. The bond snapped into place.
“The moon goddess must have made a mistake.” I say it almost immediately.
Slowly, sneers and whispers of mockery fills the hall. I do not need to lift my head up to know I’m being mocked.
“She must have surely made a mistake.”
I swallow hard. I comfort myself reminding me that all my life, I’ve been tagged unworthy. This shouldn’t come as a surprise.
My sheer strength collapses when I notice blood dripping from the side of my lips.
“You’re severing the mate bond?” I hate how obvious it is to the ear, my trembling voice.
“Did you think I was going to let the moon goddess tie me and my clan to the fate of a woman who can’t even trace her own history?”
“There’s only one way place you can lead my clan to with your pathetic self, and that is to oblivion. But I will not watch my kingdom be buried into ruins just like your father and your mother.”
“I, Alpha Kai of the Crescent Pack reject you, June Dore as my mate.”
I walk to the mirror, the tall one in the corner, the one I use to check my appearance before Kai comes to bed, the one where I've spent months practicing smiles I don't feel.The woman staring back at me is a stranger.Her eyes are red-rimmed. Her lips are pale, bloodless, pressed into a thin line that looks more like a scar than a smile. The bite mark on her throat, his bite, his claim, his brand, stands out against her skin like a bruise that never healed.And her hands are shaking.Not with fear.With rage."She stole everything," I whisper to my reflection. The words come out raw, shredded, nothing like the soft, patient voice I've been using for months. "My past. My present. My mate."The reflection doesn't answer. It just watches me with hollow eyes, waiting for me to say the thing I've been too afraid to admit.She's going to steal my future too.The thought lands like a blade between my ribs.I press my palm against the cold glass, and for a moment, I imagine it's Lia's face
"You want to tell me what happened?" Dorian's voice is low. Careful. The voice he uses when he's trying to coax a confession out of me."No.""Good. Because I don't actually care what happened." He shifts, turning to face me, and I feel the weight of his gaze even though I'm staring straight ahead. "I care about what you're going to do about it.""Nothing.""Nothing." He repeats the word like it tastes bad. "You're going to do nothing. About your wife. About your prisoner. About the fact that you're sitting on the floor of a hallway at midnight like a pup who lost his first fight."I don't answer.Because what is there to say? He's right. I've done nothing. I've been doing nothing for months, reacting, destroying, lashing out at anyone who gets close. There's no strategy here. No plan. Just the slow, inexorable unraveling of a man who never learned how to hold onto anything good.Dorian stands. Walks a few paces away. Then turns back to face me, his arms crossed over his chest."You
The darkness swallows my laughter.It bounces off the damp stone walls, echoes back at me in fragments, broken and ugly and nothing like the sound I used to make as a girl. That laugh was light. Free. The kind of laugh that made June smile and say, "There she is. There's my Lia."This laugh is different.This laugh is a weapon.I press my forehead against the cold wall and let it come, the laughter, the tears, the terrible shaking that started in my chest and has spread to my hands, my shoulders, my throat. They mix together until I can't tell one from the other. Until I'm just a mess of sounds and salt water and the raw, jagged edges of a woman who's been broken too many times to count.He bared his fangs at her.Kai's wolf. The beast he keeps chained somewhere deep inside himself. The part of him that chose me, that wanted me, that still aches for me despite everything he's done.It bared its fangs at June.At his wife.At his mate.And I watched it happen. I couldn't see through th
"How long?" Her voice is quiet. Controlled. The voice of someone who's been practicing this question for weeks and is only now finding the courage to ask."How long what?""How long have you been going down there?" She turns her head just enough that I can see the profile of her face. The sharp line of her jaw. The tension in her cheek. "How long have you been visiting her in the dark while I sleep alone in our bed?"I should lie. I should tell her it's only been a few times. That it doesn't mean anything. That Lia is just a prisoner, just an enemy, just a problem I'm trying to solve.But June knows me. Not all of me, no one knows all of me, but she knows when I'm lying."Since the beginning," I say. "Since the night I locked her in that cell."June's hand drops from the door handle.She turns to face me fully, and I see her clearly for the first time since we left the dungeon. Her eyes are red-rimmed. Her lips are pressed into a thin, bloodless line. And her face, her beautiful, ge
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







