ANMELDENRONANThe moment my gaze landed on her—on my mate, held by that bastard—every single cell in my body ignited with anger. My wolf howled, clawing against the edges of my mind, and liquid rage sloshed through my blood.I had stepped out for a few minutes.A fucking minute.The sight of my mate tending to his wounds drove me fucking mad. I was so damn close to snapping, so close to dragging her away from his grip, close to bringing the whole place down if it meant she was mine and mine alone.I didn't.I couldn't.Something about this bastard made her feel happy.She went still in his arms, her eyes going wide, and I saw it; the shock, the panic, the guilt.Good.Fucking good.She knew this was wrong. She knew she didn't belong there in that bastard's arms, but she held on anyway.She turned to straighten out as the bastard held her much closer. My hand clenched into a fist so tight my knuckles turned white, a vein popping against my skin.“Let her go,” I growled, trying to calm down, tr
SILVER"You hurt our mate!" Lena screamed so loud my eardrums rattled. I stared unblinking, stunned at what I had just done.I thought he would duck. I thought he would step aside like he always did.He didn’t.I had hit him too hard.Ronan's yell sliced through the tension-thick air, but I paid no attention to him. I rushed closer. Without wasting a second, I grabbed a handful of my shirt and tore a strip of cloth straight off the hem. The fabric ripped with a sharp sound, exposing my skin, but I didn't care.I folded the cloth and pressed it gently against his nose to stem the bleeding."I'm so sorry. Does it hurt?" I whispered, my voice barely audible."It doesn't. I'm sure his skull has already healed itself," Darian chimed in, a smirk lacing his voice.I made a move to pull the cloth back, but Cassian moved fast. His large hand closed over mine, holding the makeshift bandage firmly against his face.I stiffened."I'm hurt," he said, his voice flat and robotic.."Huh?" was the onl
CASSIANA slow smile curved across my lips at the sight of her confident stance; I hadn't seen her like this in forever. Although I was almost obsessed with her protection and making sure we were untouchable, I wasn't blind to the fact that the moment she zoned out, the fight in her died. She used to look worn down, lacked confidence, and hated being the center of attention. She was so timid I feared she wouldn't last an hour on the throne before being snapped out of existence by a commoner. But here she was, holding her shoulders high, her eyes sharp, and her body angled at just the right position to launch an attack.She had indeed learned.But there was a vast difference between knowing the letters and executing the strategy.She might be good, but she wasn't better than me—at least, not yet. This was my chance to know her stance and ensure she didn't recklessly throw herself into danger by trying to attend several high-stakes meetings with pack we couldn't trust.She lunged at me,
SILVERA pair of icy blue eyes stared back at me—cold, direct, and fierce. For a fraction of a second, I saw his expression flicker to raw shock and confusion before shifting into something I couldn't quite decipher. My gaze flicked back to where he stood, right beside the trunk where my dagger had buried itself deep into the wood.If he had been a second slower, the blade would have struck him.A cold chill rolled down my spine at the realization. Sure, I wasn't fond of Cassian's controlling nature, but that was very different from actually actively trying to end his life.I had genuinely thought he was an attacker—especially with the way his footsteps barely disturbed the forest floor. He walked lightly and with calculated precision, blending his movements with the wind rustling through the leaves. For a second, I thought I had imagined it, far too preoccupied with proving to Ronan that my sword skills weren't completely hopeless.Sure, I didn't know much about swordsmanship back th
CASSIANIn the middle of the dimly lit room, I sat with my fingers tapping rhythmically against the wooden table, staring down at the papers spread out before me.Just as Silver had instructed, the plan was put into motion. I had gone through every pack record, cross-referenced the lists, and personally interrogated most of the spies. Now, I sat with the last one. She laid out full details, detailing everything from boundary queries to the pack's internal routines—everything we needed before walking into their den.From what I had gathered, the Black Rose Pack definitely wasn't working alone. A high-ranking messenger had visited their alpha secretly weeks ago, and although the spy didn't know the exact terms of their agreement, the implication was enough."You can leave," I said coldly. She bowed, turned, and exited the room.The heavy door clicked shut. I tilted my head toward the corner of the room, looking at the figure standing perfectly still within the dark shadows."What do you
SILVERThe moment those words left my lips, their expressions darkened in sheer shock. My stoic expression didn't crack; I just stood there, my gaze slowly sweeping over each of them.Darius had a look of genuine shock painted across his face.Ronan's expression was a volatile mixture of disbelief and hardcore rage.Cassian held a blend of shock, anger, and something calculating in his eyes—as if he were mentally cross-referencing my words against every piece of intelligence we had, checking if I was telling the truth or if he had missed a clue.Elias kept a cold mask, though a flicker of acrid shock bled through."How can you be sure?" Cassian asked."A dying man doesn't lie," I said, turning my attention to Ronan. "You were supposed to take out every spy in the palace.""I did.""They regrouped and sent more," I turned back to Cassian. "Were new guards hired recently?"His eyes widened slightly before he gave a slow nod."There. We need to get rid of them too, but not right now." I







