MasukRyker’s POV
Three days. That was all the time we had left.I stood in the war room and stared at the map spread across the table, tracing the red marks that showed how far the barbarians had come. Ironwood. Stonefang. Greyclaw. Ravenwood. Four packs in six days, and no survivors left behind to tell the tale. The messengers who had brought the reports were hollow-eyed and shaking, and none of them could say the same thing twice.And I had refused the only alliance tOlivia’s POV He didn't come to me.I waited in my room for hours, staring at the door, listening for footsteps in the corridor. I told myself he would come. I told myself he would knock, and I would open the door, and he would explain. He would tell me it wasn't true. He would tell me he had changed his mind. He would tell me the wedding was canceled and the alliance was off and he had found another way.But he didn't come.The door stayed closed. The corridor stayed quiet. And the hours stretched on until the sun went down and the room grew dark and I finally admitted to myself that he wasn't coming.He had made his choice.I sat on the edge of the bed and pressed my hand against my chest. The phantom bond was still there. Still pulsing. Faint and distant, like a heartbeat heard through a wall. He was somewhere in the estate. Close enough that I could feel him. Far enough that I couldn't reach him.I reached for the bond anyway. I pushed everything I had into it. My hurt. My anger.
Ryker’s POV I found Lord Moonfang in his quarters the next morning, and I told him I would marry his daughter.He didn't smile. He didn't gloat. He just nodded slowly, like a man who had been expecting this all along, and told me he would make the arrangements. The wedding would be in two days, just before the barbarians arrived. There was no time for anything grand, but there was time for something binding. A ceremony in front of the packs. A vow spoken aloud. A union that would seal the alliance and bring the Moonfang army to our side.I listened to him talk, and I didn't feel anything. Not anger. Not grief. Not relief. Just a hollow, empty calm that had settled over me the moment I made the decision. It was the same calm I had felt when I severed the bond at the ceremony. The same calm I had felt when I walked away from Olivia in the garden after she told me she loved me. The same calm that had carried me through every terrible choice I had ever made.
Ryker’s POV Three days. That was all the time we had left.I stood in the war room and stared at the map spread across the table, tracing the red marks that showed how far the barbarians had come. Ironwood. Stonefang. Greyclaw. Ravenwood. Four packs in six days, and no survivors left behind to tell the tale. The messengers who had brought the reports were hollow-eyed and shaking, and none of them could say the same thing twice.And I had refused the only alliance that could have saved us.I didn't regret it. Not for a moment. I wouldn't marry Alessia. I wouldn't bind myself to a woman I didn't love, and I wouldn't betray Olivia again, not after everything it had cost us both to find our way back to each other. But the weight of that choice pressed down on me every time I walked through the estate, and I felt it in every stare, every whisper, every conversation that stopped the moment I entered a room.The Alpha won't save us. He refused
Ryker’s POV Lord Moonfang found me in the war room after the others had gone. I was standing over the map, tracing the path of the barbarians with my finger. Ironwood. Stonefang. Greyclaw. Three packs gone in three days. And they were still coming."You look like a man who hasn't slept," he said."I haven't."He walked toward the table and stood across from me. He didn't look at the map. He looked at me."The reports are worse than you think," he said. "I have sources. The barbarians aren't just killing wolves. They're wiping out bloodlines. Entire families. Children. The elderly. Anyone who might carry on a legacy."I felt my jaw tighten. "I know.""Do you? Because from where I'm standing, you don't seem to be taking this seriously."I looked up at him. "I'm taking it seriously.""Are you?" He leaned forward. "Because you've refused my offer. You've refused my daughter. You've refused the one alliance
Ryker’s POV The door opened without a knock. I knew it wasn't Olivia. Olivia always knocked.Alessia stepped inside and closed the door behind her. She was dressed in deep red, her hair loose, her smile already in place. She looked at me like she had already won."My father told me you're willing to marry me now," she said.I set my pen down and looked at her. "You're dreaming.""Am I?" She walked toward my desk slowly, her heels clicking against the floor. "He seemed very confident. He said you'd come around. He said you'd see reason.""Your father sees what he wants to see.""He sees a new Alpha who needs allies. He sees a pack that's weak. He sees an enemy at the border." She stopped in front of my desk. "And he sees a daughter who can give you everything you need.""I don't need anything from you.""You need my father's army. You need his influence. You need his name.""I need Olivia."
Alessia’s POV The knife was still under my mattress when my father walked into my room.I had not used it. I had not gone to Olivia's door. I had not done anything reckless. But I had kept it. I had kept it because it was the only thing in this estate that belonged to me. The only thing I controlled.My father closed the door behind him and stood there, looking at me. He was dressed in his fine clothes, his hair combed, his face calm. He looked like a man who had everything under control.He didn't know about the letter.He didn't know about the messenger.He didn't know about the army I had summoned."I need to speak with you," he said."I'm busy.""You're standing at the window staring at nothing. That's not busy."I turned to face him. "What do you want?"He walked toward me slowly. He stopped a few feet away and studied me with those cold, calculating eyes."I want you to







