INICIAR SESIÓNRhea’s POVLyria paced the length of the chamber, her steps sharp and restless as she dragged a hand through her hair, her unease filling the room like a gathering storm.“This is all shades of wrong,” she said, turning toward me abruptly. “Rhea, the Alpha did not avoid women simply because he wished to. It was an obligation.”I frowned, confusion knotting in my chest. “An obligation to what?”“To fate,” she replied, lowering her voice as she moved closer. “There have always been speculations, whispered among seers and elders. They say his fated mate would arrive at the wrong time, that her presence would disrupt the balance rather than restore it.”My stomach tightened as she continued.“They believe that when she ascends, everything will fracture. That both of them will suffer. That the bond will not bring harmony, but destruction.” Her eyes searched mine. “Some say he will end up killing her. Others believe she will be the one to ruin him.”“That is complete nonsense,” I snapped, r
Rhea’s POVLyria laughed, the sound light and unguarded, as she shook her head. She reached for my hands and folded them into hers, her palms rough from years of training, her grip warm and familiar.“You know,” she said, her gaze drifting somewhere far beyond the room, “I always wanted him to notice me.”I did not interrupt her. I sensed that if I did, the memory might slip away from her, and I wanted to hear all of it, even though something uneasy had begun to coil in my stomach.“It was always on the training grounds,” she continued. “Every time he stood there, watching us, I pushed myself harder than my body could endure. I would be on the edge of collapse, my vision darkening, blood running down my arms, and still I refused to stop.”Her fingers tightened around mine as if she could still feel it.“The men thought I would break,” she said, a humorless smile tugging at her mouth. “They looked at my size, my build, the fact that I was a woman, and decided I was weak before I ever l
Rhea I… what?” I stumbled over the words, disbelief clawing at my throat. Shock barely scratched the surface of what I was feeling. Could I even call it shock? My mind whirled, chaotic, refusing to settle on a coherent thought. Could it really be true? She had never told me outright, never even hinted. I just… I didn’t know.“For how long?” The question slipped from me, trembling, barely audible, yet I needed to know.Lyria shook her head slowly, her expression unreadable, her tone calm but deadly certain. “I’d lay my life down to protect him, Rhea. You think the world sees him as a monster, but here? To us, he’s our protector. Every single one of us carries a story, a darkness we can’t share, and yet he never condemned any of it. Never. Not once.”I blinked, unable to grasp the weight of her words. The air between us thickened, heavy with unspoken histories and raw truth.“His ways… yes, they’re questionable,” Lyria continued, her voice quiet but firm. “But all he’s doing is protect
Rhea Pain didn’t wake me gently. No! It tore me out of the dark like claws through flesh. “Oh fuck,” I rasped, my hands slamming against the side of my head as if I could hold my skull together by force alone. The ache was brutal feeling as though something had been carved into my temple and left there to rot. I sucked in a breath and nearly gagged. The bed beneath me was too soft. Light sliced through my eyelids as I groaned, turning my face away, but the brightness followed, merciless. And then the memories of last night came crashing down. “No,” I whispered, ripping the covers off and shoved myself upright, the motion making the world tilt violently. Black spots exploded across my vision. I gripped the mattress, fighting the wave of nausea that threatened to drag me under. “You’re finally awake.” The voice came from the left, casual, almost bored and I turned sharply. Lyria stood by the vanity, setting down a glass as if nothing in the world was wrong. As if my insides wer
Rhea’s POV Zain and I descended into the farthest part of the house, down a narrow stairwell that groaned beneath our weight. Each step echoed too loudly, the walls closing in as if the manor itself were holding its breath. “This is a terrible idea,” I muttered. My wolf agreed wholeheartedly. When we reached the bottom, Zain stopped before a sealed door. He flicked a switch. Dim, warm light flooded the room. He stepped aside. “Go closer.” “I do not like the way you say that.” “Rhea.” Something in his tone made my stomach drop. I took one step forward. Then another. And then I saw it. My breath left me in a broken gasp as my hand flew to my mouth. The painting loomed before me, massive and impossible, its colors dark and alive, as if the canvas breathed. Rain and mud clung to the figures depicted, blood vivid against storm soaked ground. An Alpha knelt in the center, head thrown back in agony, arrows protruding from his back as he cradled a bloodied body
Rhea’s POV I ask myself this often, usually when sleep refuses me and my thoughts decide to sharpen their knives…If I could turn back the hands of the clock, what would I do differently? I would never have married Theon. That single vow was the first crack in the road that led me here. If I had not tethered myself to him, I would never have learned how to live off another’s mercy, never have lost my voice piece by piece, never have mistaken silence for survival. And certainly, I would never have found myself savoring the company of a man I was supposed to despise. Alpha Malric stood before me, those cruel eyes of his stripped bare. There was despair there, raw and unmasked, and it hurt far more than anger ever could. It made something in my chest tighten in the most inconvenient way. “I…” He faltered. Before he could utter another word, before fate could finish what it had so rudely begun, I did something unthinkable, I bolted. I swung myself around and ran, skirts gath







