LOGINI was born an omega, the weakest wolf in the pack, unwanted and overlooked. When the Moon Goddess revealed that I was the werewolf prince’s destined mate, I believed my suffering had finally ended. But instead, he chose my sister. Humiliated before the entire kingdom, I was discarded like I meant nothing. To preserve political alliances, I was forced into another union instead, marriage to the prince’s uncle. The Black Alpha, a man feared across every territory. Cold, ruthless and merciless. Everyone said I would not survive him. But behind the monster the kingdom feared was a man who watched me too carefully, protected me too fiercely, touched me like I was something precious. And when the prince who rejected me tried to claim me back, the Alpha nearly killed him. “She is my mate,” he growled. “Mine.”
View MoreLiana’s POVThe raspy whisper echoed off the cold stone walls, sending a chill straight down my spine. Carl sat motionless on the narrow wooden bed, his blank eyes wide and staring into the empty corner of the room while his dry lips kept moving without pause.“It is coming,” Carl repeated, his voice barely more than a hollow rattle. “The shadow in the deep... it is already awake.”Baylor reached out, his hand trembling as he grabbed his father’s shoulders. “Father! Look at me! Who is awake? What are you talking about?”Carl did not flinch, nor did he acknowledge Baylor’s physical touch. He remained completely rigid, repeating the same terrifying warning like a spell he could not stop reciting.“He cannot hear you, Baylor,” I said gently, stepping into the room and placing a hand on my cousin’s back. “He is not speaking to us. He is echoing whatever is trapped inside his mind.”Drogo crossed the threshold right behind me, his hand resting securely on the pommel of his sword as his sha
Liana’s POVThe silence surrounding Carl felt far worse than any threat he had ever hurled at us across a battlefield. He stood in the center of the courtyard, surrounded by torches, without shifting his balance or blinking against the glare.“Is he injured?” I asked, stepping toward Drogo as Baylor slid off his horse.“Not a scratch on him,” Baylor replied, rubbing his dust-covered face with the back of his sleeve. “We found him standing in the middle of those scorched woods, just staring into the dark.”“Did he say anything to you?” I asked, looking over at my uncle’s blank face. “Did he recognize the locket?”“Not a word,” Baylor sighed, shaking his head slowly. “He looked right at me when I held it out, but his eyes were completely empty. It was like looking at a hollow shell.”Drogo stepped between Carl and the gathering crowd, gesturing for Soren to clear the courtyard. “We cannot leave him standing out in the open like a spectacle. Put him in the high tower room under guard.”“
Liana’s POVBeing left behind at Silvercrest was absolute torture. Drogo and the council had ganged up on me at dawn, insisting that taking an unbalanced carrier back to the very ground that broke Carl was a recipe for catastrophe. So, while Drogo and Baylor were out in the dark woods tracking a giant monster, I was stuck at a wooden desk, surrounded by piles of moldy old books.“If I have to read one more line of ancient script, my eyes are going to drop right out of my head,” I groaned, rubbing my forehead as I slumped back in my chair.Maren did not even look up from her stack of translated parchment. “You are the one who insisted on finding answers before they returned, my lady.”“I meant easy answers,” I muttered, poking at a brittle leather cover. “Like a simple potion or a nice spell that fixes corrupted Alpha blood. Not three hundred pages of family tragedy.”We had spent hours sifting through the confiscated ritual texts from Corwin’s lodge. Maren had worked tirelessly to cle
Baylor’s POVI knelt beside the massive print, my hand hovering an inch above the churned earth. I had watched my father shift a thousand times throughout my life and I knew the exact outline of his grey wolf down to the smallest detail. This mark was nearly twice that size, its jagged claw indentations dragged so deep into the frozen dirt that they looked like minor trenches.“That is not a normal wolf,” Den muttered, stepping back while his hand rested nervously on the hilt of his short sword.“He was not normal when he left,” I said, my voice barely carrying across the icy clearing as I stood up.The scorched earth led away from the ritual clearing rather than toward it, splintering the underbrush in a jagged line. It looked less like a retreat and more like something had been violently driven out by a force too massive for the clearing to hold.I pushed forward into the dark woods, ignoring Drogo’s sharp warning to wait for the scouts to check the perimeter. Sable kept pace right
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