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Zenith's Pov “That will be all, Your Majesty.” I looked up from the stack of papers I had been signing, giving the advisor a curt nod. “Thank you. You may go.” The man bowed deeply and excused himself, closing the door behind him softly. I leaned back in my chair for a moment, rubbing the bridge of my nose as the weight of the day pressed down on me. The crown never rested, and neither did I. Before I could even gather my thoughts, the door opened again, and one of the official heads from the western territories stepped in, offering a respectful bow. “Your Majesty.” I already knew what this was about. Zira had gone to the western region with him. Seeing the man standing there alone confirmed my brother was back, and apparently too occupied to report to me himself. I sighed sharply, leaning forward in my seat, placing my elbows on the table and drumming my fingers on it. “Why didn’t Zira come to tell me himself? Why send you instead?” The official hesitated for a fraction of a
Silas's Pov: I opened the door quietly, the soft click alerting the two guards stationed outside my room. They straightened immediately, standing in alert as I stepped into the hallway. I closed the door behind me with a gentle pull and turned to face them, offering a small, tentative smile. “Good afternoon,” I said softly. “I… I would love to take a walk, if that’s alright.” The two guards exchanged a quick glance, their expressions unreadable for a moment before they both gave me a single, synchronized nod. Relief washed over me instantly, and I gave them a grateful little smile and began walking, my steps light but careful as I moved down the familiar corridor. A few weeks ago, I had discovered quite by accident that I was allowed to leave my room, as long as I stayed within the palace grounds and returned within twenty minutes. It wasn’t freedom, not really, I wouldn't call it that. But it definitely was something. A small mercy in this beautiful prison I now called home. To
Silas's Pov: I was just finishing the last bites of my breakfast when a sharp knock echoed through the room. My heart stuttered in my chest before the guard’s voice even reached me. “His Majesty requests your presence immediately.” The words landed like a stone in still water,and I froze mid-bite, the fork hovering uselessly in my hand. My appetite vanished instantly. It had been a quiet week since our trip to the woods, long, boring days filled with nothing but rest, medicine, and the occasional meal delivered by silent servants. I had barely seen the King since then, I had barely seen Prince Zira either. The isolation had been both a relief and a slow kind of torment, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the constant, nagging pull of the bond in my chest. Now, this. I stood up on shaky legs, smoothing down the simple silk shirt, my fists clenching the fabric tightly as I followed the guard out of the room. My heart wouldn’t stop racing. It pounded so loudly I was sure the
Zenith's POV “...Your Majesty… Your Majesty!” I blinked, snapping back to reality as the sharp voice cut through the fog in my mind. The meeting room slowly came into focus around me, my eyes zeroed on the maps and reports spread across the long oak table, the serious faces of my advisors, generals, and the heads of several packs under my jurisdiction. We had been discussing ways to tighten security across the territories, especially the more volatile borders with the Northern regions. And yet my mind had been elsewhere. On one particular Omega, precisely. Whatever my wolf had done with Silas that day in the woods had changed something in me. Something I couldn’t control, no matter how hard I tried to shove it down. In my wolf form, I had seen so many expressions on the Omega’s face, wonder, tentative trust, even a small, genuine smile, and a giggle, things I had never seen when I stood before him as a man. The way he had relaxed against my wolf's fur, the soft laugh when he'd nu
Zenith's POV:I gripped the steering wheel tighter, jaw clenched. My wolf was still restless, satisfied from the run but unsettled by the distance I had forced between us earlier. The drive back to the palace took less than five minutes, but it felt longer. The artificial lights of the palace began to glow in the distance, warm and golden against the deepening night. In my perspective, I could see how they caught Silas's face through the windshield, soft illumination highlighting the curve of his cheek, and the way his dark lashes cast small shadows over them. I risked a glance at him.He looked… fragile, exhausted. Yet there was something almost ethereal about him in that light, like a painting I hadn’t meant to admire.I finally parked the car and killed the engine, getting out without another word, the cool night air hitting me like a welcome slap. I didn’t look back, I simply tossed the car keys to one of the waiting maintenance staff with a curt nod and started walking toward t
Silas's Pov Its fur was dark as midnight, muscles rippling powerfully beneath the glossy coat. Its head was tilted to the side, golden eyes gleamed in the fading light as it watched me with an unblinking stare that sent every instinct in my body screaming to run. My heart hammered wildly in my chest. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t breathe. The moment the wolf took a slow step closer, I panicked and scrambled to my feet as fast as I could, heart slamming against my ribs like it wanted to escape. My hand shot out and grabbed the first thing I could find, a small, thin stick lying on the forest floor. It felt pathetic in my grip, barely more than a twig, but I held it out in front of me anyway, pointing it toward the massive black wolf like it could actually protect me. “Go away!” I said, my voice cracking. “Stay back!” I knew it was a stupid idea. A ridiculously stupid idea. But I had to try something. I’d only had one real encounter with a wolf before, and it had been one of the
Zenith's Pov: I stood motionless in the hospital room, staring down at the pale, unconscious form lying in the bed before me. Silas, my so-called mate, looked ghostly white under the harsh lights of the hospital, dark bruises from the restrains marred his wrists and ankles. An IV drip connected
They shoved me through a heavy metal door into a stark white room. At first glance, it looked like a laboratory. Pristine white walls, harsh overhead lights that buzzed faintly, and a long metal table against one wall neatly arranged with vials of chemicals, syringes, wires, and strange metallic
Silas's Pov The first lash landed across my back like fire, and I screamed, curling into myself as the second lash followed. White-hot pain exploded across my spine, stealing the air from my lungs. The third lash, however, did not come. Through the haze of agony, I slowly opened my eyes and was s
Silas's Pov:The first thing I felt was the weight of the thick, silk blankets that draped over me, pulsing with a wonderful, addicting scent. It was cedarwood, tinged with that undeniably good Alpha pheromones.I opened my eyes and my heart immediately leaped into my throat. Memories of last night







