Mag-log inSeven years. I gave him everything. My love. My loyalty. My wolf. He gave me lies. I thought Darius kept me from the Luna title because of politics. Because his mother hated me. Because the council said wait. I was wrong. He never intended to mark me. He marked his stepsister instead. And the son I raised? The boy who calls me Mama? He was never mine. The day I learned the truth was the day I learned something else. I am not a nobody. I am not an orphan. I am Seraphina Alaric. The missing Lycan Princess. The dead King's daughter. The rightful heir to everything. But there is a catch. A woman cannot rule alone. I have fifteen days to find a husband or lose the crown to my ex-husband. To the man who used me. Who made me small. Who thinks he has already won. I choose his worst enemy. Kael is the East Alpha. A war criminal. A killer. He hates Darius more than I do. He wants revenge more than power. Together we will burn my old life to ash. Together we will take the throne. But this game is dangerous. My son is hostage. My enemy is everywhere. And the man I married for convenience? He is looking at me like I am more than a deal. I was rejected. I was betrayed. I was made to think I was nothing. They forgot. I am King Alaric's daughter. And I am done being small.
view moreCHAPTER 7: THE PRESS CONFERENCE The television glows blue in the dark room. We turned off the lights an hour ago. Darius will speak soon. I want to see him clearly. I want to memorize every lie.Kael sits beside me on the floor. Not the couch. Too far. The rug is rough against my legs. His shoulder presses against mine. Warm. Solid."Tell me about him," I say."Who?""Darius. You knew him before."Kael is quiet. The television hums. Static. Waiting."We were allies once," Kael says. "The territories were smaller. Enemies on all sides. We fought together. Bled together.""What happened?""Power." Hard. Sharp. "He wanted it. I wanted peace. We became what we are."I turn to look at him. Screen light paints his face blue and shadow. The burns. The scar through his eyebrow."Why do you hate him? Really?"Kael's hands fist on his knees. Large hands. They shake."My sister," he says. "Celeste. Luna of the South. Good. Kind. She believed in Darius. Believed he could be better."I wait. I kn
CHAPTER 6: THE MORNING AFTER The safe house smells like pine needles and smoke. Good smoke. Fireplace smoke. Warm and living.I sit at a wooden table too small for my elbows. Coffee sits in front of me. Cold now. I have been staring at it for twenty minutes.My hands shake.I hide them under my thighs. The chair creaks. Everything here creaks. Old wood. Old secrets."Drink."Kael's voice comes from behind me. I do not turn. I know what I will see. The burned arm. The cut face. The man who carried me through the tunnel."I don't want it," I say."You haven't slept. You haven't eaten. Drink the coffee."He moves into view. Bare chest. Bandages white against burned skin. Across his ribs. Down his side. He should be in bed. He should be screaming.Instead, he makes me drink coffee."I need to think," I say."Thinking requires blood." He pushes the cup toward me. Rough fingers. Scarred knuckles. "Drink. Then plan."I drink. Bitter. Too strong. Perfect."Where is Marcus?" I ask.The questi
CHAPTER 5: The Summit"Stop."Kael grabs my arm. We are ten feet from the entrance. The Moon Summit rises behind him, white and huge, but I don't look at it. I look at his hand. Then his face. Then my own bare feet."What?""You can't go in like that."I look down. Blood on my dress. My bare feet black with dirt and ash. Smoke in my hair. I smell like the tunnel. Like fear. Like escape. Like a woman who has lost everything."I don't have shoes," I say.Kael takes his off. Black boots. Big. Scuffed. He hands them to me."Wear these."I put them on. Too big. I tie the laces tight around my ankles. The leather is warm from his feet. It feels like kindness. Like help I didn't ask for. Like something I don't deserve."Now walk," he says. "Head up. Shoulders back. You are King Alaric's daughter. Not a victim. Not a refugee. Not a broken wife. A Queen. Act like one. Believe it."I walk.The doors are gold. Heavy. Guards in gray suits watch us. Their eyes go to my dress. My borrowed boots. My
CHAPTER 4: The Cell"Wake up, Princess."Water hits my face. Cold. I gasp. My eyes open.Darius stands over me. Clean. Smiling. The same smile from breakfast. From our wedding. From seven years of lies.The cell is stone. Small. No window. One door. My hands are tied behind me, rope biting my wrists. My face throbs where they hit me."Where is he?" I ask. My voice is rough. Smoke still in my throat. Fear in my heart."Safe." Darius kneels. His shoes are shiny. Black. No blood. No dirt. Perfect. "With his real mother. Lila is feeding him breakfast right now. Pancakes. His favorite. She is so happy to have him back."I lunge. The chains stop me. Metal screams. My wrists bleed fresh. "You can't keep me here.""I can." He touches my cheek. I bite at him. He laughs. Pulls back. "For fifteen days. Until the election is over. Until I am King. Then you will be my prisoner. Or my wife again. Your choice, Fina. Behave, and I will let you see him sometimes. Fight, and you disappear. Forever. No












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