Masuk
The words that destroyed my life came before the Blood Moon had even reached its highest point.
“I, Alpha Kael Blackwood, reject Evelyn Ashford as my Luna.”
For a heartbeat, I forgot how to breathe.
The sacred square fell silent.
Hundreds of wolves stared at me.
My knees threatened to buckle, but I forced myself to remain standing.
No.
Not here.
Not in front of the entire Blackwood Pack.
The silver Moon Stone beneath my feet glowed softly, waiting for the sacred ceremony to continue.
Instead, it became the place where my husband destroyed me.
Three years.
Three years of marriage.
Three years of trying to become the Luna he deserved.
Three years of believing that if I loved him enough, he would eventually love me back.
I had been wrong.
Very, very wrong.
Kael didn’t even look at me.
His eyes remained fixed on the woman standing beside him.
Selene.
His first love.
The woman who had disappeared years ago.
The woman everyone believed should have been Luna from the beginning.
She wore a pure white dress that shimmered beneath the moonlight, tears glistening in her eyes as though she were the one suffering.
I almost laughed.
She looked heartbroken.
I was the one whose marriage had just been torn apart.
One of the elders rose from his seat.
“Alpha… have you considered what you’re doing? The Moon Goddess blessed this union.”
Kael’s expression never changed.
“I have.”
“Rejecting your Luna before the Blood Moon Ceremony has consequences.”
“I accept them.”
Every word was another blade twisting deeper into my chest.
Someone in the crowd whispered,
“I knew he’d choose Selene.”
“I always said Evelyn wasn’t worthy.”
“Finally, our Alpha is correcting his mistake.”
Their voices blended into a dull roar.
I couldn’t tell who pitied me.
I couldn’t tell who enjoyed watching me fall.
Maybe it didn’t matter.
Kael finally turned toward me.
His face was as unreadable as ever.
“Evelyn.”
He spoke my name without warmth.
Without regret.
Without guilt.
“Our marriage was arranged to honor my father’s dying wish.”
Every pair of eyes remained fixed on us.
“I fulfilled my duty.”
Duty.
That was all I had ever been.
Not his wife.
Not his mate.
Not the woman who shared his bed.
A duty.
I clenched my trembling hands inside my sleeves.
“If that’s true…”
My voice cracked before I forced it steady.
“…why did you wait three years?”
A flicker of hesitation crossed his face.
It disappeared almost immediately.
“Because Selene came back.”
The words hit harder than the rejection itself.
Not because he didn’t love me.
But because the moment she returned…
I stopped existing.
Selene stepped forward, shaking her head.
“Kael… maybe we shouldn’t do this tonight.”
He reached for her hand.
“It’s over.”
That tiny gesture shattered the last piece of my heart.
For three years, he had never once held my hand in public.
Not once.
Yet now…
He held hers without hesitation.
I swallowed the lump in my throat.
“If I sign the rejection papers…”
My voice barely rose above a whisper.
“…will you finally be happy?”
Kael answered without hesitation.
“Yes.”
The world blurred.
I had imagined this conversation a thousand different ways.
In none of them had he answered so quickly.
The Moon Stone suddenly flashed with brilliant silver light.
Gasps rippled through the crowd.
An elder stumbled backward.
“The Moon Goddess…”
His voice trembled.
“…she’s angry.”
Before anyone could react, a sharp pain tore through my lower abdomen.
I doubled over, clutching my stomach.
A wave of nausea crashed over me.
My vision darkened.
Something was wrong.
Very wrong.
I pressed a shaking hand against my belly.
And in that terrifying moment…
I remembered what the pack doctor had told me that morning.
“Congratulations, Luna…”
“You’re carrying the Alpha’s child.”
“How far ahead are they?” I asked, already moving toward the door before Rowan had finished speaking.“Hours, at most,” he said, falling into step beside me. “They left the library sometime this afternoon. If they’re traveling the same route you did, on foot through that terrain, we may still be able to reach the site before they do, if we move now and don’t stop.”“Then we move now,” I said.Kael caught my arm, not to stop me, but to turn me toward him for one brief, steadying moment. “You’re not going alone again,” he said. “Not this time.”I didn’t argue. Whatever the First Hand had required of that first meeting, this was different. This wasn’t a question waiting to be asked in good faith. This was a faction who had already decided what they intended to do, and the only question remaining was whether we could stop them before they did it.“Lucien,” I said, turning to him, “I need you to stay. If something happens at the site, Kyle and Lyra cannot be left unprotected here.”He didn
“Who are they,” I asked, my voice tight with a fear I no longer bothered to hide, “and how close are they to the palace?”“Closer than you’d like,” the First Hand said. “I don’t know the exact shape of what they intend. Only that patience, among that branch, has finally run out. Go. Now. I’ve already delayed you longer than I should have.”I didn’t waste another moment on questions. I ran the entire way back through the clearing, past the standing stones, retracing my steps as fast as the uneven ground allowed, my pendant still warm against my skin as though it understood, somehow, the urgency carrying me forward. Rowan’s perimeter found me before I reached the tethered horse, two guards emerging from the tree line the moment they caught sight of me running, their expressions shifting instantly from relief to alarm as they read my face correctly.“The palace,” I gasped. “Now. Something’s wrong.”They didn’t question me. One rode ahead immediately to send word, the other staying close
“I don’t know,” I said, because I understood, standing at that threshold, that lying would have cost me more than honesty ever could. “But I’ve spent five years protecting my children from a truth I didn’t fully understand myself. I’d rather carry the weight of knowing than keep failing them with ignorance.”Something in the figure’s expression softened, just slightly, and they stepped aside to let me pass.The interior of the structure was smaller than I expected, barely larger than a single room, though it seemed to stretch further than its walls should have reasonably allowed, the way certain places did when they held something old enough to bend the ordinary rules of space around themselves. At its center, resting on a simple stone pedestal untouched by the dust and decay that had claimed everything around it, sat the crown.It wasn’t what I expected at all. No jewels, no elaborate gold work, nothing that spoke of wealth or conquest the way I’d always imagined a royal crown should
The road Cassian’s map traced wasn’t a road at all for most of its length, more a suggestion of one, a path that had clearly once carried travelers and had since been left to the slow, patient work of time and weather. I rode as far as the terrain allowed before I had to dismount and continue on foot, the horse tethered carefully where I could find my way back to it, my heart beating harder with every step that carried me further from anything familiar.I understood, somewhere around the second hour of walking, that whoever had chosen this location had chosen it deliberately for its isolation, the kind of place that revealed itself only to someone who already knew precisely where to look. I thought of Rowan’s quiet perimeter, positioned somewhere behind me at a distance I couldn’t see and wasn’t meant to, and let that knowledge steady me even as every instinct I’d honed over five years of careful vigilance screamed at the open vulnerability of walking forward entirely alone.The land
“Absolutely not,” Kael said, before I’d even finished reading the message aloud to the rest of them.“You don’t get to decide that,” I said, and I didn’t say it unkindly, but I said it firmly enough that he stopped, caught himself, and let the silence settle instead of pushing further. I watched him do it, watched the old instinct rise and watched him choose, deliberately, not to follow it, and some small part of me ached at how much that restraint still cost him even five years into becoming the man who could offer it.“I understand the instinct,” I told him, gentler now. “I have the same instinct every time Lyra climbs something she shouldn’t. But I need all of you to understand something too. This isn’t recklessness. I’ve thought about almost nothing else since I read that message.”Lucien, who hadn’t spoken yet, finally did, his voice careful. “Walk us through your thinking. Not to talk you out of it. So we understand it well enough to help you if you decide to go.”I appreciated
I sat with that question long after Cassian had finished reading it aloud. *Do they still believe the crown can be shared, or has three hundred years of watching us fail each other finally convinced them it cannot.*It wasn’t a threat. It wasn’t even, strictly speaking, a warning in the way the rest of the fragment had framed it. It was an invitation to understand someone before deciding what they were, and after everything I’d learned about my own history being buried, distorted, and weaponized by people who never bothered to ask the right questions first, I understood exactly why the First Hand had left it behind as their only instruction.“We don’t even know if they’re the ones who left the key,” Rowan pointed out carefully. “We’re building an entire theory on a symbol and a fragment.”“We are,” I agreed. “But it’s the only theory that actually explains everything we’ve seen. The watching. The patience. A message that wasn’t a demand, left somewhere it would only be found by people





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