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CHAPTER SEVEN: SECRETS AND SHADOWS
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The werewolf king is my mate. CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO:
The word tonight is still echoing in my head when the knock comes.It is not polite. It is not measured. It hits the study door in three fast strikes, wood against wood, urgency with knuckles behind it.My grandfather turns sharply. “Enter.”The door opens halfway and one of the inner guard wolves steps in, breathing hard, posture strained from having run under residual dominance pressure.He bows automatically toward Damien first, the motion jerky, then forces himself upright enough to speak.“Alpha. Luna. Sir,” he adds toward Damien, voice rough. “There is a problem.”My stomach drops before he says anything else.“There is always a problem,” my grandfather says. “State it.”“It is Liam.”The name hits the air like glass breaking.My heartbeat stutters. “What about him.”The guard glances at me, then back to my grandfather. “He is not in his quarters.”“That is not unusual,” my grandmother says. “He trains at odd hours.”“We checked the training wing,” the guard replies. “The yard
The werewolf king is my mate. CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE: TOGETHER WE WILL AWAKEN MY WOLF.
TOGETHER WE WILL AWAKEN MY WOLF.No one speaks for several seconds after my grandfather says together.The word sits in the middle of the study like a signed contract.I should feel relieved. Instead, a restless unease keeps shifting under my ribs. My wolf is not calm anymore. She is alert in a way that feels like listening with teeth.Damien turns slightly, his attention drifting toward the closed study windows, toward the forest beyond the stone walls.“It is not only internal matters we must discuss,” he says.My grandmother’s posture changes at once. “External threat.”“Yes.”My shoulders tighten. “That sounds like the part where my day gets worse.”Damien looks at me directly. “The forest did not only recognize you.”I wait.“It felt you,” he continues.I frown. “You said that before.”“I am saying it precisely now,” he replies. “Recognition is awareness. Feeling is imprint.”My grandfather’s expression hardens. “Explain the difference.”“When the forest becomes aware of a wo
The werewolf king is my mate. CHAPTER FIFTY:MY CONNECTION TO THE FOREST.
MY CONNECTION TO THE FORESTFor a moment after Damien says it, no one breathes.“I am here for her.”The words hang over the square like a bell that has just been struck. The vibration keeps traveling long after the sound should have died. I feel it in the pack bond, in the way attention locks onto me from every direction. Not curiosity anymore. Recognition. Recalculation.I resist the urge to step backward.Do not look small, I tell myself. Do not curl in.My grandfather lifts his head slightly, enough to look at me fully now. His expression is controlled, but his eyes search my face quickly, checking for harm, for coercion, for something he can fight.He finds none of those.He finds me standing willingly.That worries him more.Damien turns just enough to look at me instead of the crowd. The pressure field does not disappear, but it steadies, like a storm holding position instead of advancing.“Emily,” he says, voice lower, meant for me and still somehow heard by everyone. “I w
The werewolf king is my mate. CHAPTER FORTY-NINE: ALPHA KING.
ALPHA KING.The pressure rolls ahead of us like invisible thunder. It moves through the ground, through the pack bond lines, through whatever instinctive channel wolves use to recognize something far above their rank. My steps slow without permission. My body understands scale even when my mind is still trying to argue with it.“Keep walking,” Damien says quietly.“I am walking,” I answer, but my voice sounds like it came from farther away than my mouth.The forest path stays open, unnaturally straight. No fallen branches. No tangled roots. Even the insects are quieter here, like the sound level has been turned down out of respect.My wolf is fully awake now, pacing inside me.“He is not hiding,” she says.“I noticed.”“Everything notices.”We reach the outer boundary stones of my grandparents’ territory. The carved markers that usually hum with familiar pack energy now vibrate like struck metal. When Damien steps across the line, the vibration spikes.It feels like the air gets h
The werewolf king is my mate. CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT:MY ARRIVAL.
MY ARRIVAL.I keep staring at him, waiting for the world to snap back into something reasonable.It does not.The stone floor remains stone. The carved circle remains carved. Damien remains exactly where he is, calm, grounded, carrying a title that just rearranged the entire hierarchy chart in my head like someone flipped a table.“You are telling me,” I say slowly, “that while I was busy thinking you were a suspicious forest recluse with emotional issues, you were actually the highest ranking werewolf alive.”“Yes.”“That feels unfair.”“It is accurate.”I press my palms to my eyes, then drop them again. “Do you understand how insane this sounds from my side.”“Yes.”“And you chose now to say it.”“Yes.”“Not last week.”“No.”“Not when my pack acted like I invented you.”“No.”“Not when I was questioning my sanity.”His jaw tightens slightly. “That part was not ideal.”“That part was psychological warfare.”“I know.”I look at him sharply. “Do not say you know unless you actual
The werewolf king is my mate. CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN: FORESTS LISTEN TO HIM.
FORESTS LISTEN TO HIM“I did not come here with a map” I reply. “I was dragged.”“Drawn.”“Dragged,” I repeat. “Against my will, through a basement I did not know existed, into a forest that tried to eat my soul.”His expression almost shifts at that. Almost.“You will return,” he says again.I laugh under my breath. “That is not an answer. That is a headline.”Damien steps away from the wall and comes closer, stopping just outside arm’s reach. The bond reacts immediately, tightening like a wire pulled between us.“When I move through the forest,” he says, “it yields.”I stare at him. “Forests do not yield.”“They do to me.”“Why?"“Because they recognizes authority.”“Authority,” I echo. “Over their natural habitants - trees.”“Over territory.”“This is sounding less believable by the second.”He does not argue. He simply holds my gaze and lets the silence do the work.“You are serious,” I say slowly, backing up.“Yes.”“If you walk me back, the forest will open a path.”“Yes.”“A
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