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The Mate Games A confrontation
ASHERRage. It’s an emotion that’s not appreciated enough. Not studied enough. But the rage I feel right now completely consumes me. It’s like molten lead in my veins, scorching everything in its path.The palace is already a disaster—my men have failed over and over to catch the revolutionaries, Caroline is pregnant, and now this? My vision blurs with hot fury. It takes everything in me not to tear the nearest tapestry off the wall and shred it to pieces.I storm down the hallway, ignoring servants who flatten themselves against the walls to avoid me. My boots thud heavy against the marble floors, echoing off the high ceilings. They all know to stay out of my way. Good for them.I reach Caroline’s door. Don’t bother knocking. I push it open so hard it bangs into the wall, the handle leaving a dent.“What the hell is going on here, Caroline?” I grit out, my voice raw with anger.She doesn’t even jump. Just sighs, looking up at me from where she’s perched on the edge of her bed, painti
The Mate Games Wedding preparations
ASHERIt’s been nearly a week.No. Definitely longer than that. Maybe.I’ve lost track of the days. My men have been out there, combing the forests and foothills for any sign of Althea and the rest of the revolutionaries. But so far, nothing. No footprints. No sign of them. Just empty leads and colder trails.It’s only a matter of time, though. It has to be. They can’t hide forever. Not from me.I scrub a hand over my face. The stubble scratches my palm, rough, uneven, evidence of how long I’ve let myself slip. I can’t remember the last time I shaved. Hell, I can’t even remember the last time I stepped outside this office. A week ago would be my best guess. That’s probably how long it’s been since I lived what could be called a normal life.Though to be fair, my life hasn’t been anything close to normal for a long time.Not since Father. Not since Althea.The days blur together. I spend most of them trying to avoid council meetings and, more than anything, trying to avoid Caroline.Sh
The Mate Games Rightly mine
ALTHEAMoonlight spills across the forest floor, silver and bright, bright enough that we don’t even need torches. It filters through the leaves, casting shifting patterns on the dirt path. I watch my muddied boots crunch over twigs and fallen leaves, trying not to let my mind drift too far ahead to what’s waiting for us.Theo walks at the front, shoulders squared, steps steady. He suddenly lifts a hand, and we all stop behind him. I breathe out, finally feeling the ache in my legs.“We’ll camp here for the night,” he says. His voice is tired, but certain. That’s enough to keep the rest of us from arguing.People start moving almost at once. Bags drop to the ground. Jarek and two others clear a wide circle of rocks and debris, stomping down the grass to flatten it. I help Liza pull free the thick canvas from her pack. We shake it out, stretch it, drive stakes into the hard ground. It takes effort, my arms burn from pounding the wood into place, but soon, little tents dot the clearing.
The Mate Games Varya’s diary entry 10
Many decades ago…I thought maybe that would be the end. That after all the blood and questions and waking nightmares, they would finally let us rest. Let us count our bruises in silence. Nurse the wounds on our souls without someone tearing them open again.But peace is a lie here. I should’ve learned that by now.It was late when they came. The moon hung heavy and yellow through my window, watching like an indifferent eye. I was half-asleep, sprawled across my narrow bed, the thin blanket twisted around me, when the knock came. Not sharp or urgent. Just a slow, deliberate tap. As if whoever stood on the other side already knew I would answer. That I had no choice.For a second, I thought about pretending not to hear. Letting them pound until they grew bored and left. But that was foolish hope, hope I couldn’t afford. Whoever they sent would just come in anyway. Drag me out of bed if they had to. Better to meet it on my feet.I opened the door.Another servant waited there, this one
The Mate Games New information
ASHER The worst of it passed in the night. Now, the pain has dulled to something manageable. The fire that tore through my chest, the way my bones felt like they were turning inside out, it’s faded. What’s left is a low ache, like a bruise just under the surface. My wolf is quiet. Not gone, but no longer clawing at me, no longer snarling for blood or a mate or a fight. Just resting. Waiting. It’s a strange kind of relief. I can finally breathe without my hands shaking. The council meets in one of the high rooms of the eastern tower. Long stone table, high windows, and too many voices talking at once. I used to dread these meetings. Now they feel like a welcome distraction. As usual, the room falls silent when I enter. They rise, bow, and take their seats again after I nod. I take my spot at the head of the table. Mark is beside me, flipping through notes like always. The scribes settle near the far wall, ink-stained fingers ready. We begin with the usual, grain shortages in the
The Mate Games Tonight, we move
ALTHEAI’ve barely spoken to Aaron since that day by the trough. Since everything I thought I knew about him cracked apart like thin ice under my feet. It’s easier this way, I tell myself. Easier to keep my distance. Easier to pretend I never let him in so deep that the lie nearly gutted me.I watch him sometimes, though. Out of the corner of my eye. The way he rubs at his temple like he’s trying to chase away some ghost. The way he looks at me when he thinks I’m not paying attention, full of words he doesn’t dare say.But I can’t trust him. Not now. Maybe not ever. His whole life is a secret, wrapped in half-truths and shadows, and I’ve learned enough by now to know that secrets get people killed.So I’ve thrown myself into other things. Things that keep my hands busy, my mind sharper. Training, mostly. Long hours in the clearing behind the pack house, until sweat soaks through my shirt and my muscles burn so bad I can barely lift my arms.Jarek runs most of it. He’s ruthless, but fa
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