LOGINRonan's Pov
The large board council chambers buzzed with familiar voices of the elders of Crescent Moon’s Park and my warriors discussing patrol routes and border security. The aroma of pinewood from the fire blended with the scent of leather and old parchments stirred the comfort flow of pack life which I had known since my youth. Everything felt right and good within. I tapped my three right fingers vigorously as I sat at the head of the long oak table listening to the reports made by council members. My jaw was tense, one feeling I've grown accustomed to. As an Alpha, my duty is to ensure care to every life entrusted to me and also bearing the weight of every decision. Elder Varyn stood, cleared his throat then began, “Alpha, our borders grow restless. Rogues gather in the east, and whispers of Raven’s movements spread.” he looked deep into my eyes saying, “The pack needs clarity. Yet you’ve been… distracted of late.” Murmurs filled the council chambers among the other elders, Varyn's words weren't disrespectful but it carried weight. “Choose your words carefully, Varyn,” I said, words coming out cold silencing their murmurs, “I neither get distracted nor am I answerable to anybody.” Elder Varyn bows his head in submission but his eyes gleam with challenge, “Of course, Alpha. Yet, when a leader falters, the pack feels it,” he continues, “Perhaps it is… the matter of the rejected bond that burdens you still?” The room stilled. A dangerous hush fell over the chamber. No one spoke of Aria openly, not in my presence. Instantly my jaw flexed, fury flashing across my face. Before I could respond, a sharp pain struck through my chest like claws tearing me apart from the inside. My vision blurred, as I felt fire burning in my ribs, making every breath I took in and exhaled out feel like shards of glass hooked in my lungs. “Ahhh…” the cry that escaped my throat was anything but human. Blood gushed out from my lips, panic erupted from the council members as they stood to their feet at once, their voices blending into a distant murmur of alarm that I couldn’t focus on. “Alpha,” Garvin's voice was heard loudly through the chaos, laced in panic. He held my shoulder as I bent over the table, my knuckles turned white from my tight grip on the wooden table. “ What's wrong?” Varyn, who remained seated, leaned closer, “This… is no ordinary weakness,” he said with sharp calculating eyes. Beta Garvin snarled, “Watch your tongue, Varyn! Show respect to your Alpha!” I tried to respond, blood filled my mouth again, spilling on the council's papers below. “Something…” I struggled to speak, something was wrong…” Yet as I said those words, I realised that the source of my pain is from within and It's not an external attack. Something within attacked and I couldn't tell what exactly. A burning sensation which felt both foreign and familiar, voices of what I should know. Then Kael howled aggressively The sound roared in my mind, so strong it felt like my head might crack. My wolf had been restless for weeks, but I had never heard him like this, sounding raw, desperate, terrified. “Ronan!” his voice thundered, “ Do you feel it? The pain. She’s in pain and we will suffer alongside her.” The impact of his words struck me harder than the pain coursing through me. Now I understand brutally. “Aria…” I whispered Her name sounds like a confession I wasn’t ready to make. The chamber was silent, my council members still stood confused, a worried expression on their faces. Their Alpha who never showed weakness is now reduced to this, shaking like a leaf. “Alpha,” Garvin called, urgency in his voice, “You need to tell us what's happening,” I couldn't respond, my grips on the table broke the oak tree into two, waves of Kael's anguish that swept over me. “She's…,” I started but faltered. How could I explain what I'm feeling? How could I disclose that the woman I banished was still bound to me? She's still alive and connected to me. I tried to stand then another pain surged again within like a blow, this made my knee collapse, I would have fallen but Garvin held me firmly. Then I excused myself. Kael’s voice came strong like a storm that engulfed my thought, “The bond isn't broken, it's cursed!” His voice carved into my soul, “Every wound she suffers, we feel. Find her, Ronan, or we both perish!" The harsh realization came like a physical blow. For weeks, I had told myself I was free, convinced myself that by banishing Aria I had severed our connection. I was mistaken—horribly mistaken. “No,” I murmured, but I could feel the truth igniting in my chest. The ache that had haunted me since her departure, the restless nights, the frustration, it wasn’t guilt. It was her pain seeping into me. Elder Marlow had approached me on the other side, his face etched with worry. “Alpha, you must tell us what’s happening. The pack needs to be informed…” “I will find a solution,” I interrupted, trying to stand upright. This burden wasn't theirs to carry, so I didn’t let them see that their Alpha's mistake might doom us all. But even as I spoke, hiding in guise of confidence, Kael’s laughter sliced through my mind. It was dark, bitter, and knowing. “A solution?” he snarled. “There’s no remedy for what is done. You bound us to her destruction the moment you rejected her. Each step she takes away from us exacerbates our suffering.” “Then I’ll find a way to fix it,” I said, not noticing I now spoke aloud to my wolf. “There must be a right way to break this.” “You fool,” Kael’s voice, quieter now, was even more chilling. “You still don’t comprehend. She’s not just our mate anymore. She’s becoming something else—something dangerous. Every moment you delay worsens our plight.” Amidst the chaos, conflicting thoughts, Kael's voice spoke one last time, clear and urgent, overpowering other voices. “Find her,” he whispered, anxious. “ Do so, before she destroys us all.” As things got darker, I realised a harsh truth. I thought I was protecting my pack by removing a weak link. In reality, I had created something far more dangerous than I ever anticipated. And now, it was coming for me.Varyn's POVThe cell smelled like wet stone and old blood. I sat on the narrow bench built into the wall and counted the cracks in the ceiling. Forty-three. I'd counted them seventeen times since they threw me in here three days ago. The iron bars were thick. Ronan thought he had caged me and I was finished.He was wrong.I heard footsteps in the corridor outside. Slow and hesitant. The kind of walk that belonged to someone who didn't want to be here. I smiled and leaned back against the cold stone wall.The guard appeared first. Young and nervous. He fumbled with the keys in his belt. Behind him stood Elder Matthias. The old man's face was gray."Five minutes," the guard said. "Council orders."Matthias nodded. The guard unlocked my cell door but didn't open it but they had to allow one visitor per week. Council law. Even for traitors.I'd chosen my visitor carefully."Hello, Matthias." I kept my voice light. Friendly. "Thank you for coming."He stepped inside. The door clanged shut
Dorian’s PovThe cell was quiet after Ronan left. I sat on the cold stone floor and listened to his footsteps fade away. My brother. The Alpha. The man I tried to kill.I pulled against the chains on my wrists. They didn't move. The metal was cold and bit into my skin. I deserved this. I knew I deserved worse. But sitting there in the dark, I realized something that made my chest ache. I didn't want to die hating him. I didn't want my last memory of Ronan to be the lie I just told.The truth was simple, and it was eating me alive. There was no weapon. No failsafe. No countdown. I made it all up because I was a coward. Because even facing execution, I still wanted leverage. Still wanted to feel like I had some control.But control was what got me here in the first place.I heard footsteps again. Heavier this time. I looked up and saw Ronan standing at the bars. He came back. His face looked different now. Older. More tired. Like he aged ten years in ten minutes."There is no weapon, is
Aria’s PovI smiled at the ambassador from the Northern Clans. My face hurt from smiling. My cheeks felt like stone carved into the shape of happiness. The ambassador bowed low, and said how honored he was to meet the Rogue Queen. I nodded gracefully, playing the role Raven expected of me."The honor is mine," I said. My voice was smooth. Calm. Cold.Raven stood beside his throne, watching me with those calculating blue eyes. He didn't touch me. He never did in public anymore. Not since I refused his bond again. We ruled together, but separately. King and queen in title only. The court whispered about it. They wondered why their powerful alpha hadn't forced me into submission. What they didn't know was that he had insurance. A way to control me if I ever went too far.The amulet hung around his neck, tucked beneath his shirt. I could see the faint outline of it pressing against the fabric.I hated that he had it. I hated that he held that power over me.The ambassador spoke about trad
Ronan’s PovThe dungeon smelled like blood and wet stone. I stood at the top of the stairs, my hand gripping the iron railing so hard my knuckles turned white. Below me, torches flickered against the walls, casting shadows that looked like ghosts. I didn't want to go down there. I didn't want to see him. But I had no choice.My brother was a traitor.The Elders had been shouting at me for three days. Execute them. Kill them both. Make an example. They said it over and over until the words became noise in my head. Elder Marlow slammed his fist on the table this morning and said if I didn't act, the pack would see me as weak. Elder Sarah said my mercy would be my downfall. Even Garvin, my most loyal beta, looked at me with doubt in his eyes.But Elara said something different. She came to my chambers last night, her face pale and tired. She sat across from me and spoke in a voice so quiet I had to lean forward to hear. "If you kill your own brother, Ronan, you'll carry that curse for th
Laura’s PovI stood in front of the mirror in Garrett's chambers, staring at the golden chain around my neck. It was heavy. Cold. The symbol of a Luna, his Luna. My fingers trembled as I touched it. This wasn't supposed to be my life. I was supposed to be home, safe behind Crescent Moon's walls, learning how to be strong. Instead, I was here, wearing the mark of a man I didn't love, pretending to be someone I wasn't.Garrett had left an hour ago for patrol. He kissed my forehead before he went, his lips dry and cold against my skin. I didn't pull away. I smiled. I played the part. The moment the door closed behind him, I let the smile fall. My chest felt tight, like someone was squeezing my lungs. I couldn't breathe deep anymore. Not here. Not in this place where every shadow watched me and every word I spoke could be my last.I walked to the window and looked out at the camp. Wolves moved below like ants, some training, some talking, some sharpening weapons. Raven's army. They were p
Laura's POVI couldn't breathe.Garrett's ultimatum echoed in my mind as dawn crept through my window. “Until morning”, he'd said. “Give me your answer when the sun rises.”The sun was rising now.I sat on the edge of my bed, hands trembling, trying to find some path forward that didn't end in blood and betrayal. Accept Garrett's offer and potentially enable the chain of events leading to Raven killing Aria. Refuse him and trigger my own death.No good choices. Just varying degrees of catastrophe.A knock at my door made me jump. Three sharp raps, perfectly spaced.Garrett."Laura?" His voice carried through the wood, calm and pleasant. "May I come in?""Come in," I managed, hating how weak my voice sounded.He stepped inside, looking well-rested, confident. "You look terrible. Didn't sleep?""Would you?" The words came out sharper than intended. "If you'd seen what I saw?""I suppose not." He moved to the window. "But lack of sleep won't change your situation. You still need to give







