LOGINDarius pov "Shields," Beatrice said next.A dome of light formed around her.m. She gestured, and the shield expanded. Growing until it enclosed the entire platform. Then bigger towards the whole chamber."Test it," she said calmly. "Anyone, try to break through."Several wolves tried. Throwing magic, physical strikes. Nothing penetrated because the shield held firm."Enough," she said, and the shield dissolved. "What else do you need to see?""Your offensive capabilities," Alpha Damon's voice came from the back. He'd returned, standing in the doorway. "All you've shown is parlor tricks. Can you actually fight?""Damon," the High Councilor warned. "She's demonstrated""She's demonstrated control," Damon interrupted, moving into the chamber. "But can she hurt someone? Can she kill if necessary? Or is she too soft? Too kind?"Beatrice's eyes narrowed, i felt her anger spike through the bond. "You want to see offensive power?" she asked quietly."I do," Damon said, stopping at the platfo
Darius POVThe bloodrite had taken everything out of Beatrice. I could feel it through the bond. Her exhaustion, her pain. The way she was running on pure determination.But the Council wasn't done with her yet."Lady Beatrice," the High Councilor said after order was restored. "The bloodrite has confirmed your heritage. However, there remains the question of your capabilities and powers.""What about them?" Beatrice asked warily. She was still leaning against me, drawing strength through the bond."We need to see them," Lady Morgana said, standing. "For the record. A formal demonstration of your abilities. So the Council can assess your potential as a leader.""You just saw her power," Theron said sharply. "The light-wolf. Did you miss that?""We saw a display," Morgana acknowledged. "But we need more. A comprehensive demonstration, to document her abilities properly.""This is harassment," Silas said, standing now. His lawyer voice cold and precise. "She's proven her bloodline, she
Beatrice pov "Deal," I said, stopping inches from him. Close enough to see the grey in his eyes, the lines on his face. The certainty that he was right. He was wrong but he didn't know it yet."High Councilor," Damon said, not breaking eye contact with me. "I formally request bloodrite verification. Do you grant it?"The High Councilor looked pained. Torn between protocol and common sense. "This is highly irregular, the Council has already accepted the evidence""But the law allows it," Damon interrupted. "Any wolf can request bloodrite if they have legitimate doubts. I am an Alpha, a Council member. And I have doubts so the law is clear.""He's right," Lady Morgana said from her seat, she didn't look happy about it. "Unfortunately, the law does allow bloodrite challenges. If Alpha Damon formally requests it, we cannot refuse.""This is ridiculous," Silas said, his lawyer's mind working. "Bloodrite is meant for extreme cases, not political games.""Is it a game?" Damon asked, looki
Beatrice POVThe Council Chamber was a cathedral of power. Circular, with tiered seating rising up the walls. Every seat was filled with wolves who'd come to judge me.I stood in the center, on a raised platform. A spotlight for everyone to examine. My brothers sat in the front row, Darius beside Theron. All of them tense, ready to move if needed.The high Councilor stood at the podium, reading from official documents. My bloodline, history, the proof of my identity.His voice echoed off stone walls. "And so, based on the evidence presented, the Council recognizes Beatrice Wynter as legitimate daughter of""I object." The voice cut through the chamber.Every head turned. Alpha Damon stood in the third tier, imposing in dark formal robes, his hair caught the light."Alpha Damon," the High Councilor said, irritation clear in his voice. "You will wait your turn to speak.""I will not." Damon descended the steps, moving toward the center. Toward me. "Not when this Council is about to legi
Silas pov "Exactly." She confirmed. "Damon's smart, he knows he can't beat the Wynter family united. So he's trying to fracture you from the inside."I rubbed my face, Exhaustion was setting in."Anything else?" I asked. "Any other nightmare scenarios I should know about?""One more thing." Helena pulled out a letter. Folded paper sealed with wax. "This was found in Selene's rooms before she fled. It's addressed to someone in the Western Territories. We think it's Damon, but we can't prove it yet."I took the letter and broke the seal to read it quickly as my blood ran cold."She's planning something for today," I said, looking up. "During the presentation, some kind of disruption.""What kind?" Helena asked, her concern seemed genuine now."It doesn't say specifically." I read it again, looking for details. "Just that there's a contingency plan. If the poison didn't work. Something about the 'old way' and 'bloodrite challenges.'""Bloodrite challenges were outlawed decades ago," Hel
Silas pov I gripped her thighs, thrusting up to meet her, but she set the pace—faster, harder, her moans growing louder, more desperate. She changed styles seamlessly, leaning forward to grind her clit against me while clenching her inner muscles around my cock, squeezing so tight it made me groan deeply, my voice rumbling from my chest as waves of ecstasy shot through me."God, Silas," she gasped, her eyes locked on mine, wild and hungry. She straightened up then, arching her back to take me even deeper, bouncing up and down with deliberate force. Her pussy clenched rhythmically around me, pulling me closer to the edge with every descent. I couldn't hold back my moans anymore—they came out husky and raw, each one syncing with her movements as she rode me harder. Damn, she was so good, the way she controlled the rhythm, switching from slow, teasing grinds to fast, urgent bounces that had my hips bucking up involuntarily.The pleasure built like a storm, coiling tight in my gut, hot







