ANMELDENSamantha's POV
Five days had passed since Maddox had left the castle to make his journey through the Seven Packs. The days had become gloomy there in Emberclaw; aside from organizing things for the mating ritual, I spent my days reading boring books and staring at the window, hoping to see the king's caravan returning home. I was missing him so much it hurt, really hard. That afternoon when Tori brought me hot tea and biscuits, Ysabella came with her. I stood up, hands sweating. I hadn't seen her since that evening when I forced her to stop insisting on Beta Emrich. Ysa was a sentimental girl and needed a lot of time to process her feelings. I know I owed her an apology, but I also knew she needed her time to deal with the fact that she and her beloved wouldn't work out. And now seeing her here, it seemed she was ready to talk about that matter. “Ysa, I'm really sorry about what happened,” I said, my voice low. She smiled slightly, but with a lot of emotion. “I know you’re not to blame, lady. And I’m sorry to put this heavy burden on your shoulders.” “Oh, dear…” I went to hug her, my eyes wet. She was hugging me too, Tori smiling warmly at that sight. She, more than anyone, wanted Ysa and me to resolve things quickly. “That’s awesome! now we can play chess together again.” Ysa and I smiled and pulled Tori for a group hug. I was genuinely happy to have met them both; I could see from afar that my life here in this place would be much calmer, not only because of my love for Maddox, but also because of this friendship with these two beautiful girls. But my happiness was short-lived. A guard came to tell me that someone had come to see me and was waiting for me in the throne room. As King Maddox's bride and acknowledged mate, I received many visits from the pack wanting to meet me, elders trying to advise me about being a queen, or even generals' wives already trying to get close to me, hoping it would give them advantages in the County. So now, the guard coming to call me, saying someone was waiting for me in the throne room, wasn't unexpected. My girls and I went there. I wore a creamy dress, its long train rustling on the polished floor as I walked through the castle corridors. A small group of women awaited me, and the one who stood out most was in front, wearing an elegant dark blue dress, her neatly styled black curly hair falling over her shoulders in an intricate bun at the nape of her neck. She was pretty, but her cold blue eyes reminded me of Carmen; the way she looked at me showed contempt and envy, even though I was her sister. I swallowed hard, knowing that this was not a friendly visit like the others I had received so far. “So you’re Alpha Maddox’s bride? A wolfless” she asked, and there was a mocking tone when she said bride. I approached, not really getting close. “Who would I be talking to?” The woman gave a mocking laugh, those accompanying her looking at me as if I were a fool. “So it seems Maddox didn’t tell you about me,” she teased. “I’m Odette, Maddox’s first mate.” I backed off. Maddox’s first mate? But he said he didn’t have anyone. I looked at Tori and Ysabella. Did they know anything about this? But from their expressions, they were as lost as I was. “Maddox’s first mate? Impossible. He would tell me,” I dismissed her words; it made no sense. But Odette still had her chest puffed out. “Since he tells you everything, then he must have told you how he hurt me so badly that I was in a coma for years.” “What…?” Maddox left her in a coma? For years. “It was during his first fits of rage, three years ago. He and I loved each other, I went to perform the mating ritual with him and became queen of this place. But he lost control and assaulted me so badly that I went into a coma and just collapsed now. I came back to return to my rightful place, but then there you are, playing the naive bride.” She looked me up and down with a disgusted look. “Tell me, what do you intend to do with this?” For a moment I was speechless, trying to understand why Maddox hadn’t told me about her, but I quickly raised my head. “However, the Goddess chose me as his Mate and he chose me as his bride,” I said, not intimidated by the defiant look she gave me. “How dare you—” she hissed, but I didn’t let her finish. “I’m sorry for what you went through, but you and I have no issues to resolve.” Having nothing more to say to her, I turned to leave. But she stopped me. “Since you are the lady of the castle now, have rooms prepared for me,” she said, her voice sharp. “I’ll be here until Maddox returns, then we'll see who's usurping whose place here.” I looked at her without lowering myself. “Welcome to Emberclaw then.” Then I turned and left with my girls, one on each side of me. “By the Moon Goddess, who is that woman?” Ysabella asked in shock as we climbed the stairs. “She literally appeared out of nowhere.” “Could her story be true? This sounds very much like a setup. Those bitches are desperate to destabilize you, lady,” Tori said, sounding like she was about to kill someone. "Let's just not give them a platform. Maddox will come and get to the bottom of this," I said. And as a cue, we heard the bell ringing, announcing the king’s return to the castle.Hecate POVThe great hall had been transformed into something out of a dream.Thousands of candles floated above the guests, their flames casting a warm golden glow over the scene below. Garlands of early spring flowers draped the walls, their petals pale pink and white, their fragrance mixing with the scent of perfume and wine. The long tables groaned under the weight of silver platters and crystal goblets, and the musicians in the corner played a melody that seemed to make the very stones hum.The Spring Festival had begun.I stood near the edge of the hall, a glass of wine in my hand, watching the crowd swirl before me. Nobles from all seven packs mingled and laughed, their voices rising and falling in a symphony of celebration. Fire dancers twirled near the far wall, their torches painting arcs of orange against the velvet darkness.I kept to the shadows, as I always did. An observer. A ghost.And then I saw him.Maddox stood near the center of the hall, surrounded by a cluster o
Hecate POVThe castle was transforming.Every corridor hummed with activity, servants rushing past with armloads of silk and garlands of early spring flowers. The great hall had been emptied of its usual furniture, replaced by long tables draped in white linen and laden with silver candelabras. Banners bearing the Emberclaw sigil hung from the rafters, their crimson fabric rippling in the breeze from the open windows.The Spring Festival was almost upon us.Nobles had begun arriving from every corner of the Seven Packs. Carriages lined the courtyard, their horses stamping impatiently in the cold. I had glimpsed unfamiliar faces in the corridors, lords and ladies dressed in their finest, their eyes bright with anticipation. The young ones spoke in excited whispers about the sacred night, the night when the Moon Goddess would descend and form new mate bonds, tying souls together for eternity.I kept my head down and my hood up, avoiding the crowds, avoiding the questions. I was the qu
Third POVThe doors to Luna Nyra's chambers slammed against the stone walls, the sound echoing through the suite like thunder. Elsie stood in the doorway, her chest heaving, her green eyes blazing with fury. Her red hair, usually so carefully arranged, had come loose from its braid, falling in wild waves around her pale face.Nyra did not flinch.She lay on the massage table in the center of the room, her robe draped over her thin shoulders, her eyes closed in languid relaxation. Two maids worked on her legs, kneading the muscles with practiced hands, their movements slow and rhythmic. The fire crackled in the hearth, and the scent of lavender oil hung heavy in the air."I thought I heard a storm approaching," Nyra said, her voice light, amused. "But it is only my daughter."Elsie stepped forward, her boots clicking on the polished floor. "Do not mock me, Mother. Not today."Nyra opened one eye, studying her daughter over the rim of her own shoulder. "Why so dramatic? Has someone died
Elsie POVThe Midnight Pack's manor rose from the frozen earth like a wound in the landscape, all black stone and sharp angles, its towers clawing at the grey sky. Elsie had grown up within these walls, had learned to walk on these cold floors, had learned to read in the dim light that filtered through the narrow windows. She knew every shadow, every secret, every whispered conversation that echoed through the corridors at night.The manor was not a place of warmth. It was not a home, not in the way other packs understood the word. It was a fortress. A sanctuary. A prison, depending on who was asking.Tonight, it was all three.Elsie sat at the vanity in her chambers, a heavy leather bound book open before her, its pages filled with cramped handwriting and dark diagrams. The text was ancient, written in a language that had died out centuries before her grandmother was born. She could read it fluently. Her mother had made sure of that.Zuri stood behind her, the silver handled brush m
Hecate POVThe morning light filtered through the curtains, pale and golden, painting the room in soft warmth. I woke slowly, my body still heavy with sleep, and felt the weight of Maddox's arm draped across my waist. His chest was pressed against my back, his breath warm on my neck, and his legs were tangled with mine beneath the sheets.He was already awake.I could tell by the way his fingers traced lazy patterns on my hip, by the way his nose nuzzled into my hair, by the soft contented sigh that escaped his lips when he realized I was stirring."Good morning," he murmured, his voice rough with sleep.I smiled, my eyes still closed. "Good morning, my king."He pulled me closer, wrapping both arms around me, holding me as if he was afraid I might disappear. His lips brushed against my shoulder, then my neck, then the curve of my jaw. Each touch was soft, unhurried, reverent."I do not want to let you go," he said."Then do not."He turned me gently in his arms so that I faced him.
Hecate POVThe letters were hidden in the folds of my robe, pressed against my stomach, warm from my body heat. Three sheets of parchment, each one sealed with black wax and the imprint of a crescent moon. Luna Nyra's personal seal. The symbol of the Midnight Pack's true power.Finnick had not risked coming to Emberclaw just to see me. He had not braved the rogue forest and the border patrols and the ever present threat of discovery simply to hold me in a back room and remind me of summers long past. He had come because Nyra had sent him. Because Nyra had words for me. Because Nyra's plans were always moving, always shifting, always reaching toward a future that only she could see.I had not opened the letters yet. I was saving them for the privacy of my studio, for the quiet hours when the castle slept and no one watched. But I knew what they would say. Nyra was growing impatient. The game had been running for months, and she wanted results. She wanted Maddox weakened, his court fr







