LOGINMy sister wants me dead. My fated mate rejected me. And the Alpha King who swore to protect me may be the most dangerous temptation of all. For years, I lived as a servant, hiding the truth about who I really was. But when a prophecy, an ancient power, and a ruthless war pull me into the spotlight, I become the one person everyone wants to control. Everyone except Kaelen. The more I fight the bond between us, the harder I fall. Yet with enemies closing in, dark secrets coming to light, and a destiny written long before I was born, loving him could cost me everything. Including my life. But when the world demands I choose between fate and my heart, can I walk away from the man I was never supposed to love?
View MorePOV: AnaraLiora appeared at the dinner table on a Thursday evening and said, with the specific flat directness she used for all her most impactful communications, "I am taking the child for the night. They will be in my quarters. Everything is prepared. You are free until morning." She set down the dish she had brought and she looked at Anara and then at Kaelen and she looked at them the way someone looked when they had made a decision on behalf of other people who were incapable of making it for themselves due to being too deep inside the situation to see it clearly. Then she left the room with the purposeful quality of someone who had completed a task and intended to complete several more before the evening was over.Anara looked at Kaelen across the table. Kaelen looked at Anara."She just," Anara said."Yes," he said."Without asking.""She never asks," he said. "She assesses and then she acts. It is one of her most reliable qualities.""I am not complaining," Anara said. She was
POV: Lyra She read Riven's letter twice. She read it the first time with the analytical attention she brought to all correspondence, parsing the structure and the implication and the specific word choices, and then she read it again with the different kind of attention she was learning to bring to things he wrote, the attention that listened for what was underneath the structure, and she found, both times, that it said exactly what it said and nothing more and nothing less and that the simplicity of it was the point. He had been finding it too. The small quiet thing. In the same location, for approximately the same amount of time. He did not know what to do with it either, which she found more reassuring than a declaration would have been, because a declaration would have been something she had to evaluate for strategy and she had promised herself she was done with that particular habit in this particular context. She went to the writing desk. She wrote the letter in one sitting, on
POV: Kaelen The winter pack gathering was the largest event the pack held each year, the one occasion when every member of the territory was expected to be present and most of them were, because the winter gathering had a specific character that the other seasonal gatherings did not have, a quality of taking stock and affirming continuation, the communal act of looking at the full assembly of yourselves and deciding you were still the same people you had been and were going to keep being them. He had stood at the front of the great hall for every winter gathering of his Alpha tenure, which was now many years of them, and he had found them meaningful without finding them surprising. He had not expected to be surprised by this one. Anara came through the doors of the great hall at the seventh hour of the evening with the child against her chest, wrapped in the pale winter shawl that had been their grandmother's and was now hers, and the great hall did something he had never felt it do
POV: Anara The letter from her father had been sitting on the writing desk for three days. She had not hidden it and she had not displayed it and she had not mentioned it to anyone because she had needed three days to understand what she felt about it before she could decide what to do with it. She had read it seven times. Each reading produced a slightly different version of the thing it made her feel, which was not unusual for correspondence from people who were complicated, and her father was nothing if not complicated in the specific way of people who had once been capable of love and had let that capability atrophy through years of choosing other things and were now, apparently, attempting to restore it. She showed it to Kaelen on the evening of the third day. She handed it to him across the dinner table without saying anything and he took it and read it with the care he brought to all the things that mattered to her, not quickly, not with the quality of someone forming a respo
KaelenI found Riven in the corridor outside the guest quarters at half past nine.He was returning from the south garden, which I knew because I had watched him and Anara through the study window for the last part of their conversation, not close enough to hear but close enough to read the quality
AnaraThe bond woke me before the moon was fully up.Not gently. A wave of something that hit me across the chest from the inside and sat me upright in bed before my eyes were properly open, my hand pressed flat to my sternum against the impact of it. Not my pain. His. Coming through the bond the w
KaelenHe pulled me aside before he got in the car.Not dramatically. He simply stopped at the bottom of the pack house steps and turned and looked at me with the specific expression of a man who had decided something needed to be said and had calculated that the open air of a departure was the cor
Anara"Zephyr was mid-sentence when my arm caught fire."Not my arm. That was the part that took me a second to understand, standing in the library with my hand pressed flat against the shelf and Zephyr watching me with those calm violet eyes. Not my arm. Not my pain. Something moving through the b












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