LOGINThe Truth Under His HandsPOV: LucienI pushed past the last guard who finally stepped aside after I stared him down long enough that he understood I would not leave without seeing Erwin. The heavy iron door creaked open and the dim torchlight from the corridor spilled into the small cell. I stepped inside and the door closed behind me with a final clang that echoed in the narrow space.He sat on the stone floor with his back against the wall, with his knees drawn up and arms wrapped around them. His head rested against the wall and his eyes were closed but I knew he was not sleeping. His breathing was too careful and too controlled. Bruises darkened his cheekbone and a thin cut above his eyebrow still looked fresh. His shirt was torn at the shoulder and dirt streaked his arms. He looked smaller than I remembered, thinner and more fragile in this cold place.The moment I stood in front of him the bond hit me like a physical force. It surged through my chest down my spine and into eve
Cracks in the VerdictPOV: LucienI was not inside the hall when the sentence was given. I was in the corridor outside, leaning against the stone wall because my leg had started to ache again. The voices from inside were low and tense. I could hear my father’s voice through the door. I could hear Darius speak as well. I could hear the elders.I waited.Then everything went quiet.The doors opened a moment later and people began to file out. Some looked shocked. Some looked pleased. Some avoided my eyes.That was when I knew that something was wrong.A guard stepped out and stopped when he saw me. His posture stiffened.“What happened?” I asked.He hesitated.“What happened?” I repeated, my voice sharper.He swallowed. “The council has reached a decision, my prince.”My chest tightened. “About Erwin.”“Yes.”I pushed myself off the wall. “And?”His eyes dropped. “The Alpha declared it treason.”My breath left me. “Treason?”“He has been sentenced,” the guard continued. “Execution at d
The SentencePOV: Erwin (Mila / FL)The cell smelled of damp stone and iron. I sat on the floor with my back against the wall, my knees pulled close to my chest. My wrists ached from where the guards had grabbed me. My head throbbed. My shoulder burned where the bond mark was hidden under cloth.None of it made sense.I kept replaying the moment over and over. The blood. Her cry. The way she looked at me with fear in her eyes. The way the servants had rushed in and everything had turned wrong.“I didn’t do it,” I whispered.The words felt weak in the empty space.“I was helping,” I said again. “I was trying to help.”No one answered.Footsteps echoed outside the cell and I looked up.The door opened and I saw two guards standing there. Their faces were hard with their hands resting on their weapons.“Get up,” one said.I pushed myself to my feet slowly. My legs felt unsteady.“Where are you taking me?” I asked.He did not answer. They grabbed my arms and pulled me forward. I stumbled
Accusations and SilencePOV: LucienThe first thing I noticed was the noise. I was halfway through reading a report when the door to my chamber opened without warning.“Lucien.”I looked up. “What is it?”The guard hesitated. That alone was enough to put me on edge.“Speak,” I said.“Erwin has been arrested.”For a moment, I did not understand the words.“Arrested?” I repeated.“Yes, my prince.”My chest tightened. “For what?”He shifted. “He is accused of attacking Lady Elira.”The room went still.“That is not possible,” I said.The guard did not respond.I stood up too quickly. Pain shot through my leg, but I ignored it.“Where is he?” I demanded.“He has been taken to the holding quarters.”I moved toward the door. “Take me to him.”The guard stepped in front of me. “My prince, you are not permitted—”“Move,” I snapped.He did not.“Lucien,” he said carefully, “this order came from the Alpha.”My jaw clenched. “My father did not say that to me.”“He gave the order to the guards,”
In the Wrong PlacePOV: Erwin (Mila)I was in the storage room when Marge called my name.“Erwin,” she said, standing by the door with her hands on her hips. “Drop that and come here.”I turned to her. “Yes, Marge?”“Take these linens to the west wing,” she said, handing me a folded stack. “They are needed in the guest quarters.”I frowned slightly. “The west wing?”“Yes,” she replied. “And don’t ask questions. Just go.”I nodded. “Alright.”I took the linens and stepped out. As I walked down the corridor, I felt uneasy, though I could not explain why. My chest felt tight. My steps slowed, then steadied. I told myself it was nothing.Just an errand. Nothing more.The west wing was quieter than the rest of the pack house. The walls felt colder. The halls were longer. Fewer servants moved around there but I kept my eyes forward and walked.Two guards passed me. One nodded and I returned it.When I reached the door I was meant to deliver to, I knocked.“Come in,” a maid said from inside
Brother’s GameDarius POV~The glass left my hand before I fully realized I had decided to throw it.It smashed against the wall and shattered, the sound sharp and loud in the quiet room. Pieces scattered across the floor. Wine ran down the stone in slow lines.I stood there, breathing hard, my chest tight.“Useless,” I muttered. “All of it is useless.”I dragged a hand through my hair and paced. My boots crunched over broken glass. I didn’t care.Everything was taking too long. Everything was slipping.Lucien was still standing. Still breathing and still walking around like he belonged here.And my so-called mate was not doing her part.I stopped in front of the table and slammed my fist down making the cups rattled.“She was supposed to be a weapon,” I said. “Not a burden.”The door creaked behind me.I didn’t turn. “If you’re here to beg, save it.”“I wasn’t begging,” her voice said softly. “I was waiting.”I faced her slowly.She stood near the door, hands folded in front of her







