FAZER LOGINWord of the prophecy spread faster than blood on snow.
By morning the entire fortress buzzed with whispers. Scouts from rival packs had already been caught near the borders carrying messages and offers. A powerful witch named Elowen arrived at the gates demanding to see the mate who could kill the undying Alpha. Aziel’s own warriors moved with uneasy eyes. They had seen their leader bleed the night before and that sight shook them more than any enemy raid.
Lior felt it all from his cell. The bond let him sense the growing tension above. He sat in the shadows testing his strength quietly. He flexed his fingers and felt power flow easier than before. The chains that once held him now felt lighter.
Aziel stormed down the stairs later that day. He unlocked the cell and stepped inside his face hard. "The whole world knows about you now," he said. "Rival Alphas are sending gifts and threats. One even offered me land if I hand you over. What do you say to that Lior?"
Lior looked up with calm eyes. "I say they see me as a weapon. Just like you did at first. But you cannot hand me over can you? The bond would not let you even if you wanted to."
Aziel grabbed him by the arm and pulled him closer. "Do not get cocky. I still control what happens here. Tell me what you are doing with the bond. I feel you testing it pulling strength from me. Stop it before I make you regret every breath you take."
"You feel that do you?" Lior replied with a small smile. "Good. Every time you hurt me I grow a little stronger. The pack saw you bleed Aziel. They are talking. How long before one of them decides the prophecy mate is worth more than their loyalty to you?"
Aziel pushed him against the wall but not as hard as before. "My pack knows better than to betray me. I built this empire on fear. They will not forget that easily. Now speak plainly. What did the witch want when she arrived at the border? My scouts say she offered knowledge about your bloodline."
Lior met his gaze without flinching. "She wants to use me. Harvest whatever ancient power lives in me. Just like you want to break me. But none of you will succeed. The bond is changing things. I can feel your doubt right now. You are wondering if killing me is even possible anymore."
"Enough," Aziel growled. "I am still the Alpha here. I decide who lives and who dies. You are my prisoner. My tool. Do not forget that no matter what the bond shows you."
Lior laughed softly. "Your tool? Then why does your hand shake when you touch me? I felt your memories last night. The kiss. The way you almost answered my question. You are scared Aziel. Scared that I might be the one thing you cannot control."
Aziel’s grip tightened on Lior’s shoulder. "Scared? I have faced death a thousand times. One omega will not break me. Tell me what you plan to do with this strength you are stealing. Do you think you can escape? Do you think the rivals will treat you better than I do?"
"They might offer me freedom," Lior said. "Or power. At least they would not pretend to hate me while wanting me at the same time. I see how you look at me now. The bond does not lie. You want to break me but part of you wants something else too."
Aziel leaned in closer his voice low. "What I want is to end this threat. The witch offered me a way to sever the bond. She says your blood holds the key. Maybe I should let her have you for a while and see what she learns."
Lior’s eyes glowed faintly. "Try it. See what happens when you let someone else touch what is bound to you. The bond might not like that. It might hurt you more than it hurts me."
A guard appeared at the cell door clearing his throat. "Alpha. The witch Elowen waits at the border. She grows impatient. She says she can help control the prophecy if you let her examine the omega."
Aziel cursed and stepped back from Lior. "Tell her I will deal with her soon. And double the guards on the walls. No one gets close to this cell."
The guard left quickly. Aziel turned back to Lior. "This changes nothing. I will handle the rivals. I will handle the witch. And I will handle you."
Lior stood taller now. "You can try. But the world is watching Aziel. They see weakness for the first time. How long before they come for both of us?"
Aziel did not answer with words. Instead he dragged Lior out of the cell and up the stairs toward the main hall. His beta Thorne waited there with a captured traitor kneeling on the stone floor. The man had been caught sending messages to a rival pack.
"Watch closely," Aziel said to Lior. He pulled his blade and made an example right there in front of everyone. The hall fell silent as the traitor’s screams echoed off the walls. Blood pooled on the floor. Aziel wiped his blade clean and looked around at his warriors. "Let this be a reminder. Betrayal ends in pain."
Lior watched the whole thing without looking away. His violet eyes were steady and his posture straight. For the first time he felt real confidence flowing through him. The bond hummed with new power. Aziel might still hold the chains but the balance was shifting. The world was coming and Lior was no longer just prey. He was becoming something the Alpha would have to reckon with.
The rain had eased by late afternoon, but the courtyard still held the water in wide brown pools. Ysolde found Aziel and Lior near the eastern stair as the light began to thin. She did not waste time on soft news. “The remaining silent faction is quieter since Bren left,” she said. “Not gone. Just quieter. The loud ones walked out with him. The ones still here have learned to keep their mouths tighter. That does not mean the feeling left with the eleven.” Aziel’s face stayed hard. “How tight?” “Tight enough that I had to work for the details,” Ysolde said. “Then this morning a younger fighter in the lower stores got careless. He was repeating Oren’s old words almost word for word. Shared rule as a break in the chain. Following you but not the man beside you. Two others were listening. They shut up when they saw me, but the damage was already in the air.” Lior felt the report settle in his chest. The formal place at Aziel’s side did not stop the old words from finding new m
The rain turned the eastern approach into a brown, sucking mess before midday. Ladders would be harder to set. Boots would slide. Any full advance would pay for every step in mud and time. The Ashenveil camp stayed where it was, hunched under whatever cover they had, and the fortress took the forced quiet as a rare gift. Aziel found Lior near the eastern center post and nodded toward the walk. “Full circuit. While the weather holds them off. We talk properly.” Lior fell in beside him. Equal in place on the stone. The pack’s eyes still followed Aziel first when they passed a post, but the two of them walked the wall together and no one questioned it out loud. They went slowly. The rain kept a steady hiss against the stone and the outer face of the walls. Water ran in thin lines down the scars left by the last assault. Below them the eastern ground was a churned brown field that looked almost peaceful if you ignored the dark shapes still lying in it. Aziel spoke first after
Dawn came grey and hard. Bren stood by the main gate with eleven men behind him. Their packs were light. Their own blades. They didn't carry any rank badges. They had shown up early, just like they said they would, and a good part of the fortress had come out to watch them go. Aziel faced them in the open ground inside the gate. Lior stood at his right, close enough that everyone could see the shared rule in the way they stood. Equal on paper. Equal in the structure. Still, most of the fighters looked at Aziel first. Old habit. Deep habit. Lior’s place did not erase years of who they had followed before. Tova and Sera watched from the side. Ysolde stayed further back. The rest of the pack filled in however they could, tired faces, tight mouths. The bitterness was already there before anyone moved the bars. Bren spoke first. “We’re going, All eleven of us. we want clean exit with no trouble on the way out. And we would not be coming back on the old terms.” Aziel looked over
Bren came alone after the night probe had fully settled. The southern wall was quiet again. The wounded from the short fight were being handled. Most of the fortress had taken what rest it could. Aziel was in the small side room off the main hall reviewing the updated post lists when the knock came. He called the man in without looking up from the scraps of hide on the table. Bren closed the door behind him and stood with his hands at his sides. He had cleaned the worst of the dirt from his face, but the exhaustion of the last days still sat in his shoulders. He did not waste time on soft openings. “I want to leave,” Bren said. “With a small group of like minded warriors. Men who cannot stand under the shared rule the way it sits now.” Aziel set the list down and gave Bren his full attention. The room was quiet enough that the words landed cleanly. “Say the rest of it.” Bren’s jaw worked once. “I will not fight under shared rule. I have tried. The structure does not sit ri
A short, sharp probe hit the southern wall hard and fast. Not a full assault. A test of numbers and response time under cover of dark. Ashenveil fighters came in a tight group with covered shields and fresh ladders, aiming for the section Tova had been holding with too few blades since the main battle. The call went along the wall in low, urgent voices. Aziel was already moving when the first runner reached the center post. Lior started to follow by instinct and then stopped himself. The agreement from the side room still held. He stayed off the front line. Aziel caught the pause and gave a single hard nod. “Center post. You hold here. I take the south with what we can spare.” Lior’s hands closed once at his sides and opened again. “Go. I will not move unless the center itself is hit.” Aziel left at a run with a small group of ready fighters. The solid weight of his presence stretched with the distance but did not disappear. Lior felt it the way he felt the cold stone under
Mara found Lior in the side room off the main hall before midday. She closed the door behind her, set her case on the table, and pointed at the low bench without asking. “Please sit. We have to do full examination, please no arguments.” Lior remained standing for a moment. “The wounded people in the lower rooms need you more than I do.” “The wounded in the lower rooms have people already working on them,” Mara said. “You are the one who still carries something I cannot see and do not like. please sit.” He sat. The sharper pain stayed quiet at the back of his mind, a low cold weight that had not pressed forward since the first light after the battle. Exhaustion sat deeper than the pain. Old strain lived in the muscles and the places behind the eyes. Mara worked without hurry. She checked the cut on his arm, the older scrapes, the places where the shared battle had left bruises under the skin. She tested the strength in his hands and the steadiness of his gaze. She asked him







