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SageThe ancient text blurs before my tired eyes as I search for anything that might help our situation. I've been in the library since dawn, surrounded by dusty tomes about healing pack history, hoping to find some precedent, some loophole in the laws Eris is using against us."—dangerous powers—" The whispered fragment catches my attention as two noble wolves pass nearby. "—remember what happened to her family's pack—""Destroyed for good reason, I heard," the other responds, just loud enough to ensure I hear. "Some abilities are too unpredictable to be trusted."Through our bond, I feel Alaric's protective instinct spike at their words, but I send back calming energy. Let them whisper. Every reaction just gives Eris more ammunition."You should rest." Iris appears beside me, frowning at the dark circles under my eyes. "You've been at this for hours.""I'm fine." But my hands shake slightly as I turn another brittle page. "There has to be something here, some explanation for why thes
Alaric"You can't be serious." I watch Sage prepare a basket of healing supplies and baked goods - a peace offering she intends to take into the pack village. "Not with tensions this high.""That's exactly why I have to do this." She meets my eyes steadily. "Eris wants them to see me as something dangerous, something to fear. The only way to fight that is to show them who I really am.""By putting yourself at risk?" My beast rises at the mere thought. "When half the pack believes her lies about your powers being dangerous?""And keeping me locked away in the packhouse only reinforces those fears." She touches my face gently. "Think about it, Alaric. If you keep me too protected, what message does that send? That even you don't trust me among our people?"The truth in her words doesn't make them easier to hear. Through our bond, I feel her determination warring with her own anxiety. But there's something else too - that core of strength that made me fall in love with her."At least let
Alaric"Where is she?"The wolf chained before me flinches at my tone, throat bared in instinctive submission. He reeks of fear – not just of punishment, but of something deeper. Someone more dangerous than even his king."My King, please..." His eyes dart to the guards, to Garrett, to anywhere but me. "If they find out I spoke...""They?" Power floods the dungeon cell. "Or she?"His silence is answer enough. Through our bond, I feel Sage's pain even from here – each breath sharp with broken ribs, each movement an agony as she refuses magical healing that might frighten the pack further. The rage building in my chest threatens to shatter my control."You will tell me everything." My voice holds deadly calm. "Every word she spoke. Every coin she paid. Every promise she made. Or I will show you exactly why they call me the Lycan King.""She'll kill me." The words burst from him. "Lady Eris, she... she has ways. Powers from the North. She said we'd be heroes, protecting the pack from dang
Sage The elders corner me in the library, their timing perfect - just when Alaric is occupied with border patrols and can't intervene through our bond."My dear." Lord Marcus's concern sounds almost genuine. "We've been discussing how to help ease these... tensions in the pack."I mark my place in the ancient text I've been studying, noting how they've positioned themselves between me and the door. "Have you?""This imprisonment situation has everyone on edge." Victoria's father joins in smoothly. "Pack members turning against each other, noble wolves in chains... it sets a concerning precedent.""They attacked me." My ribs still ache with the proof. "Or had you forgotten?""Out of fear." Lady Regina, one of the elder council members, steps closer. "Fear you could help dispel by showing mercy. By proving you're not the danger they believe."Through our bond, I feel Alaric's attention shift toward my unease, but I send back calming energy. I need to handle this myself."The pack sees o
Alaric "My King." Eris's voice stops me in the hallway. "Might I have a moment of your time?"Through our bond, I feel Sage's attention shift briefly before she returns to her work in the healing wing. These "moments" with Eris have become more frequent lately, each one more desperate than the last."I have duties to attend to." I move to pass her, but she steps deliberately into my path."That's exactly what I wished to discuss." Her smile holds calculated warmth. "Your duties to the kingdom. To our people.""Our people are being well served.""Are they?" She moves closer, her scent carrying notes of expensive perfume. "When half the pack still struggles to accept a queen with uncertain powers? When noble wolves whisper about tainted bloodlines?"I let my power fill the space between us. "Choose your next words very carefully.""I mean no disrespect." Her hand brushes my arm before I can step back. "I understand the attraction. Her power is... remarkable. And having such abilities at
AlaricTime freezes as I watch emotions flash across Sage's face - shock, hurt, understanding, and then... pure rage. But not at me. Through our bond, I feel her absolute certainty in my loyalty even as her power builds like a gathering storm."Really, Eris?" The fury in Sage's voice could melt steel. "This is what you've been reduced to?"Eris's triumphant smirk falters slightly. This clearly isn't the reaction she expected. "I merely gave him what he truly wants. What the kingdom needs. He was quite eager to—"Sage’s growl stops her short but she isn’t deterred for long. "You should be thanking me." Eris sits up, letting the sheet fall away deliberately. "I'm offering a solution that saves everyone's dignity. You can maintain your position in the healing wing, avoid the embarrassment of public rejection—""The only embarrassment here is you." Sage's power fills the room, making the air crackle. "Sneaking into another wolf's bed like a common—""Like a proper mate for a king." Eris's
Sage My heart pounds as I watch him enter our bedroom, water still glistening on his skin from the shower. Through our bond, I feel his breath catch at the sight of me waiting for him, vulnerable yet certain in my choice.Wetness pools between my legs from his hungry gaze alone. My shyness is quickly replaced by a sense of power that my king looks ready to drop to his knees for me, the words “fucking beautiful” whispered from his lips. The towel drops from his waist and I can't help staring, taking in every powerful line of him. Every hard plane, every defined ripple under his golden skin. My Lycan King. My mate. Through our bond, his satisfaction at my obvious appreciation mingles with his own hunger.My perusal stalls when my eyes trail to his long, thick member straining toward me, my entire body heats, a pink flush creeping over my skin. While he’s touched me in ways that make my blush deepen to think about, he’s never let me see all of him before now. A gasp escapes me at the si
AlaricDawn paints her skin golden as I watch her sleep in my arms, still joined from our last coupling hours ago. The mate bond pulses with contentment, memories of the night flooding through me - her gasps of pleasure, the way she trembled beneath my touch, how she finally overcame her shyness to take control.I thought Sage lying naked beneath me, looking up at me with so much trust and adoration while I brought us both to orgasm, would be the most gorgeous sight I’d ever see. But watching her find her confidence, riding me with her head thrown back and her silky blond hair grazing my thighs while she took her pleasure from me… that was fucking stunning. The memory of that vision has me growing hard inside her. I should pull out, she’s probably sore, I took her so many times and wasn’t always gentle. But even so, I can’t bring myself to separate from her. Not yet. Through our bond, I feel her peaceful dreams, her absolute trust in being vulnerable with me like this. My beast rumb
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
Alexander I’ve spent the entire day in bed with Lyra in my arms and I’ve never been more at peace. As twilight deepens outside the windows, we lie tangled together in comfortable silence. My fingers trace idle patterns on her bare shoulder while her head rests on my chest, directly over my heart. The bond between us hums with contented warmth, stronger and more stable than it's been since the temporary healing at the Cave of Whispers."The power surges have stopped," I observe quietly, realizing I haven't experienced a single manifestation since we came together.She props herself up on one elbow to look at me, her hair falling in a curtain around her face. "The intimate connection strengthened the bond's stability," she explains, unable to completely suppress her healer's analytical tendencies even now. "It's not permanent healing, but it's significantly reinforced the temporary measures."I can't help but laugh, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Only you would provide a tec
Lyra The morning light is a soft intrusion, warm on my eyelids and tangled limbs. I wake in the circle of his arms, the night before replaying in vivid, lingering bursts. My body is a symphony of aches and satisfaction, reminders of just how thoroughly bonded we have become.I shift slightly, feeling the press of his skin against mine, and my breath catches at the heady intimacy of it. He murmurs something in his sleep and pulls me closer, as if even unconscious he can't bear for there to be any distance between us. The memory of our first night together blooms in my mind, a kaleidoscope of sensation and emotion.I remember the way he groaned my name as I collapsed against him, spent and breathless, the echo of our shared release reverberating through the bond."Does it hurt?" he asked.It had, but not in the way he meant. The stretch of him inside me was so overwhelming, so intense, but exquisitely good, and the moment I adjusted, it was as if my body couldn't get enough."More," I