Throne Of The Broken Bonds

Elara's POV

Birthdays in the Highborn Pack always felt like loud storms, chaotic, and full of energy that didn't belong to someone like me.

Tonight was no different. The hall glittered with lanterns and golden streamers, laughter echoing beneath the high ceilings as pack members celebrated the future Alpha's twenty-fifth birthday.

Aiden Varyn.

Everywhere I looked, someone was calling his name, raising a drink, or shifting briefly into their wolves to howl in celebration. The air smelled of wine, roasted meats, and too many perfumes mixing together. It made my head spin, but Omegas like me didn't have the luxury of stepping outside until our work was done.

I tightened my grip on the tray of drinks and tried to ignore the flutter in my stomach. I had spent years trying to make myself invisible around Aiden, not because I feared him, but because staying invisible was the only promise I still had left to keep.

“Elara," Mira, the head of the servants, whispered sharply from beside me. "You will get in trouble, move faster. The elders at the head table are waiting."

"Sorry," I murmured, forcing my legs forward.

As I crossed the hall, my eyes rose instinctively, or stupidly, toward the raised platform. Aiden stood in the center of it, surrounded by admirers. Taller than most, broad shoulders, dark hair falling messily over his forehead, he looked like the moon goddess had carved him with too much attention. And he hated every second of tonight.

His jaw was tight. His smile looked forced. His glass barely touched his lips.

"He looks miserable," I whispered under my breath.

"Who wouldn't?" Mira muttered, following my gaze. "Another birthday with no mate bond. The elders are already whispering."

She moved on. I stared a second too long.

Because I knew something Mira didn't. Something nobody in this glittering hall knew.

Aiden Varyn had felt his mate bond exactly one year ago.

He just didn't remember it anymore.

I tore my gaze away and forced myself toward the elders' table, gripping the tray so hard my knuckles ached. Don't look back.You made a promise, Elara, and you will keep it.

I kept it for twelve months. I could survive one more night.

I delivered the drinks without spilling a single drop. I turned to go, with my head low, threading back through the crowd. I walked directly into a wall of broad shoulders.

The tray tilted. A glass slid across the tray.

I caught it with both hands, breath hissing through my teeth, and looked up.

Aiden.

Up close, the forced smile was gone entirely. His eyes were darker than the portrait the Pack painted of him, tired in a way that had nothing to do with the hour, and sharp in a way that made me feel immediately, dangerously seen.

"Careful," he said quietly.

"I'm sorry, Alpha." I stepped back, bowing my head. "Forgive me."

He didn't move out of my way.

"You were watching me," he said. Not an accusation. More like a question he wasn't sure he wanted answered.

My heart hammered. "I wasn't—"

"From across the hall." His voice dropped lower, meant only for me beneath the noise of the celebration.

The words made my stomach drop.

"I don't know what you mean, Alpha," I said carefully.

He sized me for a moment, that searching look, the one that had terrified me every time it surfaced over the past year.

"What's your name?" he asked.

My throat tightened. He had asked me that before. Exactly once, in a corridor very much like this one, a year ago, the night everything first broke open between us. He didn't remember that either.

"Elara," I whispered. "Elara Fighlo."

"Elara," he repeated.

"You're needed at the platform, Alpha," I said softly. "The elders are waiting."

He blinked, and the moment dissolved. The mask of the composed future Alpha settled back over his features.

"Right," he said.

He walked back toward the platform. I walked in the opposite direction, slipping through the side door into the empty corridor beyond, where the music faded and the cold stone walls pressed close.

I leaned against the wall. Pressed both hands flat to the stone. Trying desperately to catch my breath.

He said your name like he remembered it. He doesn't. He can't. It doesn't mean anything.

It meant everything. That was the problem.

"You're still here."

I spun around.

Aiden stood in the doorway, one shoulder against the frame, his button loosened, that dark unguarded look back in his eyes. He must have followed me. He didn't even seem to realize he had done it.

"Alpha, you should—"

"I know," he said tiredly. "I should be in there. I should be smiling. I should be waiting for a bond that everyone keeps telling me is coming." He pushed off the frame and walked toward me, slow and unsteady. "I've been should-ing all night. I needed a moment."

"Then take your moment," I said, stepping sideways. "I'll leave you to it."

"Don't. Don't leave because of me."

It stopped me like a hand on my shoulder.

"Alpha—"

"Why does it feel like you're always leaving?" he murmured.

My chest cracked straight down the middle.

Because I am, I thought. Because every time you get close I have to. Because I promised Elder Alpha Rowan, and I promised myself, and I promised it at your bed side when I was terrified you were going to die.

"I'm just a servant," I said. "I don't belong in the same corridor as you."

"That's not what I meant." He stepped closer, and I didn't back away. I was already against the wall. "I mean it feels like... like I've been watching you leave for a long time. And I don't know why I think that. I don't even know you."

"Yes. You've had a stressful night, Alpha. Maybe you're confused," I agreed, voice barely above a whisper.

"Then why does it feel like I do?"

The question hung between us like a held breath.

I should have lied. I was good at lying now, I mean I got a whole year of practice. But something about the raw confusion in his face unraveled me.

"You've had a hard night," I said gently.

"Maybe," he said. "Or maybe you're the only person in that hall who looked at me like I was a person and not a ceremony."

He reached up, almost without thinking, and brushed a loose strand of hair from my cheek. His fingers lingered.

And I felt it that low, resonant pull that no amount of suppression had ever fully killed. The bond, still alive under everything, quiet as an ember.

His forehead dropped gently to mine, the closeness somehow undid everything.

"I don't know what it is about you," he murmured. "But I'm going to figure it out."

A sharp gasp echoed from somewhere behind him.

We separated instantly. The corridor was empty but the silence that followed was the wrong kind of silence.

Aiden's jaw tightened. "Someone was there."

"Yes," I breathed.

And unlike last year, I knew exactly how much damage a single witness could do.