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AlaricMy claws leave new gouges in the training room walls, but the destruction does nothing to ease my beast's rage. Her words echo in my head: "You're the one who believes Cassius's lies because it's easier than admitting you're terrified..."How dare she turn this around on me? Make me the villain when she's the one who—But did she? a traitorous voice whispers. Did you even give her a chance to explain?Through the mate bond, I feel her hurt, her anger. But when I catch glimpses of her throughout the day, she's smiling, laughing with other healers like nothing's wrong. Like our fight meant nothing."The Northern Alliance needs immediate response about defense strategies," Garrett interrupts my brooding. "And three more territories report attacks."Right. I'm the Lycan King before anything else. Personal drama can't interfere with duty.But passing the great hall, I freeze at the sound of her laughter. She stands with a group of visiting healers, apparently sharing some joke. Not a
Alaric The truth hits like a physical blow as I watch Cassius manipulate yet another situation to his advantage. His careful words, his precise timing, the way he positioned himself to be overheard that day… because that’s what he did. I realize that now. I’m usually so careful to hide my aura, to prevent overwhelming people. But I was worried about Sage, unfocused. Of course he felt my presence.I'm a fool.“Finally figured that out?” my beast snarls. “Now fix it.”But pride makes my feet heavy as I head toward the healing wing. The mate bond pulses with Sage's hurt - no longer hidden behind cheerful smiles now that she knows I'm watching.She doesn't look up when I enter, though her shoulders tense slightly. "My King. Did you need something?"The formal tone cuts deep. "Sage...""I'm quite busy." She continues sorting herbs with precise movements. "If you have no official business—""We need to talk.""I believe we said everything necessary already." Her voice could freeze flame. "
Sage Focusing on work is the only thing keeping me sane. As long as there are wounds to heal, herbs to prepare, techniques to teach... I can almost ignore the constant ache of the mate bond. Almost.“He tries to apologize,” Aura reminds me for the hundredth time.“After believing the worst about us,” I counter, grinding herbs with more force than necessary. “After letting Cassius manipulate him so easily.”But even as I maintain my cold distance, I feel Alaric's presence nearby. He's been finding excuses to stay close all morning, though I refuse to acknowledge him.The first howl of warning barely registers - we've grown used to attacks. But the second howl carries notes I've never heard before, pure terror that makes my blood freeze.They bring the first victims in seconds later - warriors torn almost beyond recognition. The wounds... Moon goddess, I've never seen corruption like this."Lady Sage!" The head healer's voice carries panic. "We need you. Now!"I move without thinking, h
Cassius They think they've won. I watch from shadows as Alaric leads Sage through the gardens, his hand possessive at her lower back. The way she looks at him now, all soft eyes and gentle smiles... it would be amusing if it wasn't so useful to my plans."Quite the cozy picture," Eris murmurs, appearing beside me. "Your little scheme to separate them failed.""Did it?" I keep my voice neutral, studying how power radiates off Sage now. Such potential, wrapped in such a delicate package. "Sometimes you have to let your prey feel safe before the real hunt begins."Her eyes narrow slightly. "What are you planning?""The question is, what are you planning?" I turn to her with calculated interest. "The Northern territories have always wanted more control over the Lycan King...""And they'll have it." Her perfect smile holds secrets. "Through the perfect Luna who understands their interests.“The Northern territories will support whatever weakens his control," Eris continues thoughtfully. "A
Alaric The packhouse feels almost empty after weeks of hosting ranked wolves from every territory. Through our bond, I feel Sage's relief at returning to normal duties without hostile noble wolves watching her every move."The gathering served its purpose," Garrett reports, spreading territory maps across my desk. "Most packs agree to coordinate defenses now."But something nags at me about Cassius's too-perfect departure. About Eris's careful absence from political maneuvering these past days…A commotion at the gates interrupts my thoughts. My father's scent hits me before I see him - Perseus, returned from his month-long diplomatic mission to the far eastern territories."The attacks spread further than we knew," he announces without preamble, striding into my study. The journey has aged him somehow, left new lines around his eyes. "Every pack I visited reported similar patterns."Through our bond, I feel Sage's instant tension at my father's return. But there's no time to reassure
Sage The wounds are getting worse. Every patrol brings back warriors with injuries that fight my healing in new ways. The mutations adapt faster now, like they're building toward something. "The infection spreads differently," I tell the head healer, showing her black lines that spider through veins. "See how it targets vital points? Like it's learning..."“They prepare for something bigger,” Aura warns. “These are test runs.”"These aren't normal mutations anymore," the head healer agrees, studying the black lines. "See how the patterns change? Almost like...""Like they're testing which infections work best," I finish. "Learning from each attack what hurts us most."Another warrior arrives, this one's wounds pulsing with strange energy I've never felt before. When I try to heal him, the corruption actually fights back, attempting to climb up my arms like it has a mind of its own.“Not natural,” Aura growls. “Someone directs this. Controls it.”When I try to heal another warrior, co
Alaric My father hasn't slept in two days. I watch him drill warriors until their arms shake, his own exhaustion carefully hidden beneath Alpha power. But I notice how his hands tremble slightly when he demonstrates moves, how his eyes constantly scan our borders."The northern defenses need reinforcement," he insists during morning council. Battle maps cover every surface, certain positions marked with peculiar intensity. "Here, and here. They'll expect us to guard the eastern approach...""They?" Garrett asks carefully. "Do we have specific intelligence about—""Experience," my father cuts him off. "Some threats follow patterns, if you know where to look."Through the mate bond, I feel Sage's concern as she watches from her position with the healers. She sees it too - the way he studies certain defensive positions with almost desperate focus.Reports flood in throughout the day - multiple attacks along our borders, each more coordinated than the last. The patterns suggest something
AlaricSage's hands shake slightly as she helps me strap on my armor, her fingers lingering over my heart. Through our bond, I feel her terror warring with determination to be strong."Stay with me," I catch her trembling hands in mine. "Just for a moment.""I should be going with you." Her violet eyes shine with unshed tears. "My healing—""Will be needed here." I cup her face, memorizing every detail. "The wounded will need you. The pack will need you.""The pack needs its king." Her voice breaks slightly. "I need—""Promise me," I cut her off, unable to hear what she needs because it might break my resolve. "Promise me you'll take care of them, no matter what happens. That you'll be their healer, their strength...""Don't." She grabs my armor, pulling me closer. "Don't talk like you're not coming back.""Sweetling." I press my forehead to hers, breathing in her scent of honeysuckle and rain. "Promise me."Through our bond, I feel her understanding of what I'm really asking. To be th
KieranRather than engaging with the royal physician’s attitude, I turn my attention to Elise. "May I?" I ask, gesturing toward her rounded belly.She nods, and I kneel before her, placing my hands gently on her abdomen.Closing my eyes, I extend my senses to assess the baby's position and Elise's overall condition. The child is indeed awkwardly turned, pressing against her spine in a way that causes significant discomfort without presenting any real danger."The baby's healthy," I assure her, opening my eyes. "Just a bit stubborn about positioning, like its mother."This earns a small laugh from Elise, some tension leaving her shoulders. "Can you help?""A specific stretching routine twice daily and some herbal tea to relax the muscles should encourage proper positioning," I explain. "Plus a firmer sleeping surface—this bed is like trying to rest on a cloud."The palace physician clears his throat. "I recommended complete bed rest to avoid complications.""Which would actually increa
Kieran"Hold still or I'll accidentally stab you with this pin."I glance down at the tailor kneeling by my legs, his mouth full of pins as he adjusts the formal tunic that supposedly makes me look like a respectable court representative instead of a forest healer way out of his depth."How much longer is this torture going to last?" I ask, resisting the urge to scratch where the stiff fabric chafes against my neck."Beauty requires suffering," the tailor mumbles around his pins."I'm aiming for 'not embarrassing' rather than beauty," I correct him, which earns me a dismissive snort."The prince was most specific about the quality of your attire," he replies, expertly pinning a seam. "Royal blue with silver accents to complement Lady Lyra's ensemble while marking you as an official representative of the healing community."The thought of Alexander personally selecting my outfit for tonight's dinner is equal parts amusing and unsettling. Twenty-four hours ago, I'd have bet good money t
Alexander A knock at the door interrupts my thoughts. "Enter," I call, expecting another messenger or council member.Instead, Kieran stands in the doorway, hesitating at the threshold as if unsure of his welcome. "Your Highness," he greets formally. "I was told you wanted to see me?"I blink in surprise. "I hadn't sent for you yet, but your timing is perfect. Please, come in."He enters cautiously, his posture suggesting he's bracing for confrontation. I realize with sudden clarity how rarely we've interacted without Lyra present, how much tension still exists beneath our carefully maintained civility."The moonflower essence is secure in the reliquary," he says, clearly assuming this is about the ritual. "Queen Sage confirmed the potency exceeds expectations.""Good," I nod, "but that's not why I wanted to speak with you." I gesture to the chair Dominic recently vacated. "I have a proposition that requires your particular expertise."Curiosity overcomes wariness as he takes the off
Alexander"They found her, but she's not exactly rolling out the welcome mat."Dominic drops a report on my desk, interrupting my third attempt to write a diplomatic response to the Northern territories. I've been staring at the same paragraph for twenty minutes, my mind constantly drifting back to last night with Lyra."Vega's niece?" I ask, pushing aside the draft to read the new report."Karina," he confirms, dropping into the chair across from me. "Lives in a tiny settlement called Blackstone Ridge at the edge of the Northern territories. Our messengers found her, but she told them—and I'm quoting directly here—'to go fuck themselves and the royal horses they rode in on.'"I can't help but laugh. "Sounds like she inherited her aunt's charming personality, if not her politics.""She's a healer," Dominic continues, "which makes her refusal more complicated. She's not just rejecting royal authority; she's rejecting what she sees as interference in healer business."I lean back in my
Lyra "I'm glad," I tell Kieran, meaning it despite the complex emotions churning beneath. "That you have someone to talk to."He looks surprised, then grateful for my response. "It helps," he admits. "Figuring out my place here, now that everything's..." he gestures vaguely, "different."The word encompasses so much—our relationship, our community's situation, our very identities shifting in this new context. I reach across the table to touch his hand briefly."Some things aren't different," I tell him. "You're still important to me, Kieran. That hasn't changed."His eyes meet mine, conflict evident in their green depths. "Just important in a different way now."I can't deny the truth of this observation. Before I can respond, a palace page appears in the doorway, bowing slightly when he spots me."Healer Lyra, Prince Alexander requests your presence in the royal study. He says it's regarding tonight's ritual."Kieran withdraws his hand from beneath mine, the moment broken. "You shou
Lyra The royal sanctuary glows with morning light filtering through its glass walls, illuminating Queen Sage as she tends to rare plants with her own hands rather than delegating the task to servants. She looks up as I enter, a knowing smile touching her lips."Lyra," she greets warmly. "You look well this morning."Something in her tone tells me she's perfectly aware of why I might look "well," and I feel heat rise to my cheeks again. "Thank you for inviting me, Your Majesty.""Sage, please," she corrects, setting aside her gardening tools. "At least when we're alone. We're family now, after all."The casual acknowledgment of my place in her son's life—in the royal family—leaves me momentarily speechless. I've been so focused on the complications of court politics that I hadn't fully considered the simpler truth: I've gained not just a mate but a family connection.I kneel beside the spiral pattern of silver-blue blooms she’s tending, assessing their condition with a healer's eye. "
Lyra Sunlight streams through the curtains, painting warm patterns across the tangled sheets. I wake slowly, momentarily disoriented by unfamiliar surroundings before memories of the night flood back. The weight of Alexander's arm draped across my waist anchors me to both the present moment and the significance of what passed between us.I study his sleeping face, softer in repose than his usual royal mask allows. Dark lashes rest against cheeks still bearing faint marks where power surges manifested during our separation. The bond between us pulses with contented warmth, stronger and more stable than it's been since the temporary healing at the Cave of Whispers."You're staring," he murmurs without opening his eyes, a smile curving his lips."Just making sure you're real," I reply, surprised by the vulnerability in my own voice.His eyes open then, violet depths focusing on me with an intensity that makes my breath catch. "Very real," he assures me, pulling me closer. "And not going
KieranMira and I sit in silence for a while, watching stars appear one by one in the darkening sky. The distant sounds of palace life—guards changing shifts, servants carrying out evening duties—remind me how far we are from the simplicity of our forest home."I slept with someone else," I admit suddenly. "After Lyra left with Alexander that first time. One of the refugees from the northern settlement."Mira raises an eyebrow but doesn't interrupt."I thought it would help," I continue. "Thought maybe if I could just be with someone else, these feelings would fade or change or..." I shake my head. "It didn't work. Just made me feel worse, actually.""Because you were using them to try to forget Lyra," Mira points out. "That never works.""I know that now." I run a hand through my hair in frustration. "Gods, I'm a mess.""Yes, you are," she agrees with characteristic bluntness. "But that doesn't mean you can't figure your shit out."A sudden flush of anger rises in me. "Easy for you t
KieranThe palace gardens are annoyingly perfect—every shrub precisely trimmed, every flower arranged in meticulous patterns, like nature couldn't be trusted to look good without human interference. I find a secluded bench beneath a weeping willow, as far from the manicured beds as possible, and drop onto it with a heavy sigh.It's been two hours since I quietly slipped out of my chambers, unable to stay there any longer. The thin walls did little to muffle the sounds from Lyra's room, each soft gasp and whispered endearment like a knife twisting in my chest. I knew this was coming—hell, I practically pushed her toward the prince—but knowing something will hurt doesn't actually make it hurt less when it happens.I lean back, staring up through willow branches at the darkening sky. At least the stars look the same here as they do back home. Small comfort, but I'll take what I can get."Thought I might find you out here sulking."I don't need to look to recognize Mira's voice. She's bee