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Chapter 25: Blood of the First Empress
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Too Late To Beg, Alpha Chapter 25: Blood of the First Empress
I had watched empires burn without feeling my pulse flutter. I had stood ankle-deep in the blood of the Iron Trench, laughing as the frost wolves tore through lines of rebel warlords. Fear was an unfamiliar idea to me; reverence, an impossibility. Until now. I stood on the shadowed upper gallery of the royal apothecary, leaning over the carved black stone railing. Below, bathed in the shimmering glow of moon-lilies and simmering brass basins, Seraphina sat cross-legged on the white marble floor. The air smelled of crushed herbs and warm honey, and it was so quiet I could hear the water ticking in the copper pipes. Old Greta, the most ancient healer of the Wyld, a woman who had once spat on my father's royal decree when he interrupted her mixing of medicines, was currently kneeling on the stones. Not sitting. Kneeling. Her gnarled, clawed hands shook as she held a shallow silver basin beneath Sera's arm. "Just a prick, child," Greta whispered, her voice gravelly and stripped of its
Too Late To Beg, Alpha Chapter 24: The Silver Command
SeraThe Great Frost Banquet was the first time Cassian required my presence before the High Northern Council.The great banqueting hall of the Citadel was carved from solid black granite, hung with colossal velvet banners bearing the white wolf of the Northern Wyld. Long tables groaned beneath roasted ox, smoked mountain trout, and flagons of spiced plum wine. Hundreds of northern nobles, clan heads, and scarred warlords filled the benches, their laughter booming off the vaulted arches.I walked three paces behind Cassian as he entered the hall.I did not wear silk or jewels. At his insistence, I wore my tailored black combat furs, the silver-hilted dagger sheathed at my hip, its celestial gleam stark against the dark wyrm-scale leather. My hair, once dull and brittle as dead leaves, cascaded down my back in thick waves of pale, luminous silver-brown, unbound by ribbons.When we climbed the dais, Cassian held out his hand. He did not lead me to a lower seat or an alcove stool.He gui
Too Late To Beg, Alpha Chapter 23: Combat Furs and Silver
SeraThe four-poster bed had cradled me while my broken bones knitted back together, but lying beneath silk down could not build what Tyler had starved away.When I stepped out of the warm bath, High Shaman Martha did not reach for the loose gowns of cream linen. Instead, two junior maidservants carried in a heavy wooden chest banded in black iron, setting it reverently upon the low cedar bench.Cassian entered a heartbeat later.He had shed his heavy mantle, dressed in dark riding leathers that clung to the broad span of his chest and corded shoulders. His golden eyes swept over me, lingering on the gentle flush returning to my cheeks before settling on the iron chest."You have spent two weeks resting, Seraphina," he said, his deep voice carrying a quiet, steady pride. "Your marrow is producing blood faster than Tyler ever stole it. But resting alone will not reclaim your body."He unlatched the heavy brass clasp of the trunk and lifted the lid.Inside lay garments unlike anything I
Too Late To Beg, Alpha Chapter 22: The Barren Ridge
Kael The Riverfang forest was dying, and it had happened overnight. I stood on the rocky edge of the eastern ridge, my heavy hunting bow gripped in my gloved hand, staring down into the pine valley. I had grown up on this ridge. I had learned to track here as a boy, with my father's hand on my shoulder, and I knew every dip of the hills and every bend of the river below. Yesterday the valley had looked like itself. This morning it looked like a painting of itself, with all the life scraped out. The morning fog hung low and still over the trees. But it wasn't the clean, crisp mist of winter. It was thick, yellowish, and smelled faintly of standing marsh water and rotting leaves. It clung to my coat when I breathed it in and left a sour taste on my tongue. "Any sign of the herd of deer?" I called out, turning to three of my best border trackers who had just come out of the tree line. The lead tracker, an experienced hunter named Jon, spat into the dirty snow and shook his head. "No
Too Late To Beg, Alpha Chapter 21: The Black Veins
Camilla The silver hand mirror slipped from my fingers, shattering against the stone floor into twenty jagged pieces. "No," I choked out, stumbling back against the gilded vanity. "No, no, no!" My hands flew to my throat, clawing frantically at the high lace collar of my morning gown. I ripped the pearl buttons open, tearing the delicate silk down to my chest, and stared into the large oval mirror mounted on the dressing room wall. My own face looked back at me, and for a moment I did not recognize it. Creeping up from beneath my collarbones, branching across my pale neck like poisonous black spiderwebs, were thin, discolored veins. They weren't blue. They weren't purple. They were pitch black, swollen and throbbing with a foul, oily heat that made my skin crawl with sickness. The black lines climbed up the side of my neck, stopping just an inch beneath the curve of my jaw. And beneath my cheekbones, the gray rot was back. Not just tiny flaking patches this time. The skin around
Too Late To Beg, Alpha Chapter 20: The Spark
Sera I woke to the slow, heavy rise and fall of Cassian’s chest against my cheek. Pale morning light spilled through the high stone arches, painting the curved ceiling in soft shades of pearl and gray. For the first time in twenty years, I hadn't woken to the sharp clang of the pack bell or the clatter of Beatrice’s oiled leather kit on the pine table. There was only the quiet crackle of the dying fire and the sound of a man breathing. I lay completely still, terrified that shifting even an inch would shatter the fragile peace. I wanted to hold this one moment like a coin in my fist and never spend it. Cassian’s arm was still locked around my waist, his large palm resting warm and heavy against my stomach through the thin linen of my nightgown. His chin rested near my temple, his untamed black hair spilling across the dark velvet pillows. In sleep, the harsh lines of his angular face softened, though the pale scar slashing across his cheek remained a stark reminder of the dangerous
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