Akira’s POVSleep just wouldn’t come. The council’s accusations echoed in my mind like heavy chains, pulling me deeper into uncertainty.Kaidën trusts me.But what if they’re right? What if I really am the weapon they claim?I stood on the balcony, watching storm clouds sweep over the city, lightning carving sharp lines through the dark sky. Behind me, Kaidën was sharpening a blade, the sound of steel on stone providing a steady rhythm that helped calm my nerves.“You should get some rest,” he said, not even bothering to look up.“I can’t.”“Neither can I.” His voice dropped to a softer tone, the kind that seeped under my skin.The moment shattered when a faint noise echoed from the hallway. Both of us froze. My wolf stirred, claws itching just beneath my skin.Kaidën rose quietly, blade ready in his hand, and moved toward the door. His body was taut, every muscle poised for action.The handle twisted.In a flash, Kaidën flung the door open, and a hooded figure stumbled in, dagger gli
Kaidën’s POV The war council room was thick with tension. Those once solid stone walls now echoed with unease, every murmur cutting through the air like blades against steel. I stood at the head of the long oak table, drumming my fingers on its surface. A map of the territories spread out before us, dotted with red pins marking where hunters had recently struck. But no one was looking at the map. Instead, all eyes were on her. Akira sat to my right, her shoulders tense, silver hair shimmering in the torchlight. Her presence was commanding, drawing stares that felt sharp enough to wound. I had summoned this council to gear up for war, but it felt more like I was hosting my own enemies in the heart of my pack. Ryker Thane was the first to break the silence, his icy gray eyes locked onto Akira. “With all due respect, my King, the people are on edge. They’re questioning your choice to keep an unstable omega so close, especially after… the explosion.” A murmur of agreement swept thr
Akira’s POVThe corridors of the Emerald Palace felt colder than usual, even with the torches flickering along the stone walls. It was as if the flames themselves whispered the rumors that haunted me.Every step I took was followed by an eerie silence. Servants who once brushed past me now stole glances from the corners of their eyes. Warriors who usually bowed to Kaidën tensed as I walked by. Though no one spoke directly, I could hear it—the soft whispers slithering through the palace, like poison sneaking into every crack.The omega who lost control. The mate who could bring ruin. The cursed one.I tried to shake it off, but words have a way of sticking. They weighed on me like a heavy load.By the time I made it to the library, my hands were shaking. I pushed the door open and slipped inside, craving silence. The towering shelves filled with ancient texts and scrolls loomed overhead. The air smelled of parchment and dust—it felt safer, calmer than the rest of the palace.I took a d
The smoldering remains of the training grounds stank of ash and fear. Guards rushed around, trying to douse the lingering flames, their buckets splashing water that sizzled uselessly against the glowing embers. The sounds of cracking and groaning stone filled the air, echoing into the night.Every eye was on Akira.She could feel their gazes like daggers on her skin—their mistrust, their anxiety. Once, the warriors had mocked her for being weak, but now they looked at her as if she were a loose cannon. Some muttered prayers to the Moon Goddess under their breaths, while others made discreet gestures of warding, as if she were marked by a curse.Her heart raced. She desperately wanted to shrink away, to blend into the shadows. But Kaidën stood beside her, solid and unyielding, his hand still firmly clasping hers.“Get back to your posts!” he barked, his voice cutting through the murmurs. “This training ground is off-limits until I say otherwise.”The warriors hesitated, exchanging wary
The night erupted with the sound of an explosion. Heat and smoke billowed across the training grounds, and the smell of burning wood choked Akira’s lungs. She staggered back, clutching her chest as if her heartbeat might burst out. Every nerve screamed; every murmur in her mind was drowned out by the chaos outside. Kaidën’s voice broke through the confusion. "Akira! Stay with me!" His hand gripped her wrist, anchoring her amidst the storm surging within her. The mark on her skin glowed brighter, a searing fire that felt like it was merging with her blood. She could hear them—the voices—ringing like shattered glass in her head, chanting about power, destruction, and freedom. Her knees buckled, and she fell to the ground, the earth quaking beneath her hands. A violent force twisted inside her chest, eager to break free. The whispers morphed into piercing words: Let go. Burn it all. He can’t save you. "No," she gasped, pushing her palms deeper into the dirt as if trying to tether he
The mirror on the far wall rippled, distorting what it reflected. Akira’s reflection tilted her head a heartbeat later, her crimson eyes shining while Akira’s remained dark. She had been staring at it for what felt like minutes—maybe hours? Time blurred when the whispers invaded her mind. “You’re breaking,” the reflection whispered, a smile curling on her lips that was both familiar and foreign. “Piece by piece. You can feel it, can’t you? The cracks.” Akira dug her nails into her palms, forcing herself to turn away. The taste of iron filled her mouth—blood from biting too hard. No. She crossed the room quickly, yanking the heavy drapes shut. Darkness enveloped the chamber, leaving only the sound of her uneven breaths. She pressed her back against the wall, her fists trembling with tension. It’s not real. It’s not me. But the voice lingered, curling through her thoughts like smoke. Not you? Then who had the blade when it cut him? Who savored the sound of their screams? Akira’