INICIAR SESIÓNElliott's POVThe weight of the pack’s expectations felt like lead on my shoulders, but my mind was miles away, trapped in the quiet room where I’d left her. I had spent the entire day pacing my study, staring at the door, vibrating with the urge to go to Reylap. Every time I reached for the handle, I stopped myself. She had asked for space. She had begged for a moment of peace away from my shadow."You’re doing it again, Eliott," Camille said, appearing at my elbow as I hovered near the edge of the bonfire’s light. "You’re staring at the stairs like you expect her to float down them."I straightened my tunic, trying to regain my composure. "I’m just ensuring the perimeter is secure. It’s a busy night.""Liar," she said with a sharp, knowing grin. "She’s fine. She’s resting. But if you’re so badly aching to know how she’s faring, why don't you just go see her? Stop being a martyr.""She needs time," I muttered, my voice tight. "I’ve crowded her enough.""Well, you’re no good to anyone
Reylap's POV The heavy velvet curtains were my only shield against the world, but they couldn't drown out the sound. From the courtyard below, the rhythmic thumping of drums and the high, melodic trill of flutes drifted upward, mocking my solitude. I stayed in my bed, the sheets tangled around my legs, listening to the muffled roar of the pack. Curiosity, a traitorous thing, finally forced me upright. I padded softly to the window, pulling the edge of the curtain back just enough to peek down. Below, the clearing was a blur of movement. Dozens of wolves were locked in a dance-off, their bodies swaying with a primal, coordinated grace that made the ground seem to vibrate even all the way up here."Look at them," I whispered to the empty room.I’d heard the whispers from the maids earlier. These gatherings weren't just about politics or territory. "It’s a hunting ground," one had giggled while scrubbing the floors. "Half the unattached Alphas are down there right now, looking for a br
Reylap's POV The smell of the roasted game and spiced tubers wafting from the tray Camille held made my stomach turn a violent somersault. I pushed the plate away, the ceramic screeching against the wood of the bedside table."Please, Reylap," Camille whispered, her voice thick with worry. She nudged a piece of tender meat toward my lips with a fork. "You haven’t eaten since yesterday. Just a bite. For me?"I shook my head, burying my face deeper into the pillow. The very thought of chewing felt like a monumental task I couldn't possibly achieve. "I can’t. Take it away, Camille. Please."Navine stepped closer, her shadow falling across the bed. "She’s right, you know. You’re going to get lightheaded. You’re already pale. Just a little bit of the broth?""I said no," I snapped, my voice cracking. "I’m not hungry. I don't want anything. Just leave me alone."Camille looked at Navine, a silent, frustrated communication passing between them. They lingered for a moment, the weight of thei
Malik's POVI beckoned Corin further into the room with a sharp, impatient flick of my wrist. The rage hadn't left me—it had merely solidified into something cold and utilitarian. I paced the length of the rug, my boots thudding against the floorboards."Sit," I commanded. "We are changing the approach. The original plan stands in principle—she will be brought back here. I will see her finish what she started, which is her life under my heel. She thinks she has escaped? She is a rogue by nature, and she deserves to be punished for this insolence. She will live like the stray she is until I decide her time is up."Corin nodded quickly, his eyes darting to the shattered glass by the fireplace. "Of course, Alpha. But Duskrun is a fortress. Breaking in to snatch a pregnant female—""I’m not finished," I snapped, cutting him off. I leaned over the desk, my shadow stretching long across the maps spread out before us. I had spent the last hour thinking of the bond she supposedly shared with
1.Malik's POVEmerald Diamond Pack.The heavy oak doors of my study creaked open, admitting the damp chill of the Emerald Diamond night along with the man I had been waiting for. I didn't turn from the fireplace. I kept my back to him, watching the flames lick at the logs, my hands clasped tightly behind my back."Alpha," Corin’s voice was breathless, ragged with the exertion of the long run back from the borders. "I’ve returned."I turned slowly, my eyes boring into his. The messenger was covered in the dust of the road, but his eyes were wide, bright with a frantic sort of energy. "Report, Corin. Was the mission a success? Did you find what I sent you for, or have you wasted my time and your life?"Corin stepped forward, nodding with a sharp, jagged excitement. "It was a success, Alpha. A complete success. The rumors… they weren't just whispers in the wind."My heart hammered a violent rhythm against my ribs, but I kept my face a mask of stone. "Speak plainly. Is she there?""She is
Reylap's POVThe heavy thud of the door closing behind Eliott felt like the final strike of a gavel. My chest was tight, my lungs burning as if I had been running for miles, and my stomach churned with a nauseating mix of adrenaline and dread. I couldn't do this anymore. The screaming, the public humiliation, the physical violence between siblings—it was too much.*He is our mate,* my wolf, Katya, snarled inside my mind. Her voice was a low, jagged vibration that made my teeth ache. *He defended us. He bled his own kin for us. We belong by his side.*"No," I whispered into the empty room, clutching my stomach. "I can’t. Every time he comes near, something breaks. Stress isn't just a feeling anymore, Katya. It’s a threat to the baby. I have to stay away from him. I have to stay away from everything that brings this heat to my blood."*You would weaken us?* she countered, her mental hackles rising. *It is Syrn who must be broken. It is the pack who must learn to bow. You are carrying t
“No." Farida’s smile thinned slightly. “I said, kneel.”I looked at her slowly, exhaustion twisting inside me so violently I almost started laughing again. “You stole my ceremony, my mate, my title, and now you want my dignity too?” I tilted my head. “Greedy.”A sharp murmur spread through the roo
Reylap’s POVI heard the music before I even reached the gates, and I knew it was a celebration. I could hear drums and voices and that particular kind of joy that carries across pack grounds when there's good news, and for one foolish, breathless second my heart lifted, because I thought it was fo
Reylap's POV“State your business!”The guard’s voice rang out through the drizzle just as I stepped up to the gates of Dark Moors Pack, and for a second, I genuinely thought he was joking.I stood there dripping from a miserable six-hour ride, mud clinging to the hem of my coat while my medical ba
Elliott's POVI let the muttering fill the air, a low, dangerous hum that grated against my nerves. My jaw was locked so tight I felt the ache all the way to my ears. They talked in whispers, in hushed, cruel tones, but every word clawed at me. “Rogue.” “Danger.” “Outsider.” All aimed at her. All







