Astrid was halfway to the door when I caught her wrist and pulled her back.
"I'm sorry," I said. The words tasted like gravel.
She looked at me for a moment, then turned to Kaiden as he approached behind me. Her expression was unreadable, but there was hurt in her eyes, the kind that lodged itself deep.
"I won't stay here if this is how you and Kaiden will be," she murmured. "You're both the Alphas, and no matter how hurt you are that he left, it's time to move on and forgive him. And you shouldn't let sharing a mate come between you."
Kaiden came to stand at her other side. He took her hand and kissed it like he’d rehearsed the gesture. Smooth. Predictable.
"You're right," he said. "It isn't fair of us to put you in the middle. I promise, we won't fight over it again."
Astrid looked at me, waiting.
I hated how easily Kaiden could say the right thing. Like he hadn’t shattered everything just by leaving. Like he hadn’t left me alone to carry Lunaria on my back.
Still, I forced my expression to soften.
"We won't fight over it anymore," I said finally. "I promise you."
She didn't look entirely convinced, but she nodded. "You're both my mates. I don't want to have to choose between you, so don't put me in that position."
I took her other hand and caressed it lightly. I gave her a smile I didn’t feel, the one that said everything was fine. That she didn’t need to worry.
But everything was far from fine.
[Don’t think I’ll forget this because of our mate,] I said to Kaiden through the mind link. [It’ll take a long time to forgive you for what you did.]
[I understand. But for Astrid’s sake, we have to put this behind us,] he replied.
[I’m not putting shit behind me,] I snapped. [I’m pretending—for her. You and I are not cool.]
[Fine. If that’s what you want.]
Astrid stepped away, unaware of the silent war still raging between us.
"I need to take a bath," she said. "I'm hungry too."
"The maids have prepared breakfast," Kaiden told her. "Go have your bath and come join us."
She smiled and nodded. Brushed her hand gently over his arm. Then mine. Then she disappeared upstairs.
Kaiden and I stood there in silence, watching the last glimpse of her vanish up the stairs.
Then I turned to him.
"If this is going to work, you need to understand something, Kaiden," I said quietly. "I don’t want a competition. I don’t need you trying to outdo me to impress her. Remember—if it hadn’t been for me, we wouldn’t have found her."
"I could say the same for you," he replied. "But fine. You won’t get a competition from me."
His gaze flicked back to the stairs.
"Do you know anything about her?"
I frowned. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, do you know anything about our mate? Her life before we found her."
I didn’t answer immediately. My jaw clenched at the memory.
"She’s from Iron Claw Pack," I muttered. My voice darkened as the image returned—Astrid, running through the forest, terrified, bleeding. Hunted.
"What’s wrong?" Kaiden asked. He must have noticed the shift in my energy.
"It’s Kael," I growled. "The Alpha of Iron Claw. He hurt her. Badly enough she had to escape. He sent lycans after her the night I found her."
Kaiden’s expression darkened. "Why? Why would he do that?"
"I don’t know. I haven’t asked her yet. But the fading scars on her arms, the way she talks about her past—I know she was abused. Raised by omegas. Treated like trash."
Kaiden’s temper snapped like a whip. "Then what the fuck are we waiting for? We should rip Kael apart for even touching what belongs to us."
"That’s the plan," I said. "But I’m not leaving her here alone. Not until she’s safe."
"What’s your plan then?"
"I was about to send a letter to Stefan."
"Your Beta?" He raised a brow. "That reminds me—why did you send them all away?"
I shot him a glare and turned, walking off.
"Come on," he called after me. "Tell me."
"Why do you think I did?" I said. "You left, Kaiden. Without a word. I had to run Lunaria alone. I didn’t trust anyone—not even myself. So I pushed everyone out."
Kaiden grabbed my arm. "I’m sorry, Kendrick," he murmured. "For everything. I never should have left. We were always together. And I knew it would hurt you, but I did it anyway. I just… didn’t think it through."
I didn’t respond at first. But something in his voice cracked through the wall I’d built.
My jaw relaxed. A little.
"It’s alright," I said at last. I clapped him on the back. "I’m sending the letter to Stefan. We need the guards back. Astrid’s going to be crowned Luna. She’ll need protection."
"We should host a celebration for her."
"Eventually. Not yet. Let her adjust first. This is all new to her. And we still don’t know why she’s wolf-less."
"It’s strange. She can feel the bond, so her wolf has to be in there somewhere."
"I think she’s a late bloomer," I said. "Her wolf will emerge. But until then, she needs to feel safe. She needs time to learn who we are. What this place is. Lunaria needs a Luna who knows her own strength."
Kaiden nodded.
We stood in silence while I finished writing the letter. He leaned on the desk beside me, watching.
"What I said earlier," he began quietly, "about you being scared she might choose me… I didn’t mean that. I was pissed. I wouldn’t put her in that position."
I looked at him. Briefly. Then back at the parchment.
"I wouldn’t either."
He smiled faintly. "Glad we’re on the same page."
"We better be."
By noon, I handed the sealed letter to two maids and sent them to the outskirts of the territory. Within hours, the sound of boots echoed outside the mansion. The guards and warriors had returned—led by Stefan and Andrea.
They halted outside the steps, waiting.
I stepped out with Kaiden beside me.
When they saw him, a surprised gasp rippled through the crowd. They bowed in unison.
Stefan strode forward and threw his arms around me.
"It’s good to see you again, Alpha," he said, clapping me hard on the back.
"Good to see you too, Stefan," I smiled. Then Andrea appeared and flung herself at me.
"Alpha Kendrick," she laughed. "You haven’t aged a day. Still as handsome as ever."
"Glad to see you too, Andrea. Stefan must be taking good care of you."
She winked. "Always."
Then Stefan turned to Kaiden and offered his hand. Andrea gave him a respectful bow.
"Alpha Kaiden," Stefan said. "Didn’t expect to see you back in Lunaria."
"I’m back now," Kaiden replied, gripping his hand. "And I’m staying."
I cleared my throat. "Stefan, there’ll be some changes. I called you back because your Luna has been found."
His eyes widened. "You found your mate?"
"We found our mate," Kaiden corrected.
"Kendrick and I share the same Luna."
Shock flashed across Stefan and Andrea’s faces, but before they could say a word, a scream pierced the air from inside the mansion.
Astrid.
My heart stopped.
"Astrid," I whispered.
Then I ran. Kaiden was right behind me.
KENDRICK POVAstrid was halfway to the door when I caught her wrist and pulled her back."I'm sorry," I said. The words tasted like gravel.She looked at me for a moment, then turned to Kaiden as he approached behind me. Her expression was unreadable, but there was hurt in her eyes, the kind that lodged itself deep."I won't stay here if this is how you and Kaiden will be," she murmured. "You're both the Alphas, and no matter how hurt you are that he left, it's time to move on and forgive him. And you shouldn't let sharing a mate come between you."Kaiden came to stand at her other side. He took her hand and kissed it like he’d rehearsed the gesture. Smooth. Predictable."You're right," he said. "It isn't fair of us to put you in the middle. I promise, we won't fight over it again."Astrid looked at me, waiting.I hated how easily Kaiden could say the right thing. Like he hadn’t shattered everything just by leaving. Like he hadn’t left me alone to carry Lunaria on my back.Still, I fo
--- (First-Person – Astrid).....The next morning, the tension between Kaiden and Kendrick exploded.I woke to the soft creak of the bed as Kendrick gently rose beside me. He must have thought I was still asleep. The air was chilly, and without a word, he pulled the blanket up over my shoulders and tucked me in.I stayed still, not opening my eyes, but I felt his presence lingering at my side. A long silence passed, and then I heard the soft brush of fabric as he leaned down and kissed my cheek, gently brushing a strand of hair off my face.Mine.The word rang clear and possessive in the air around him—even though he didn’t speak it aloud. I could feel it in every movement, every touch, every look. Kendrick had no intention of sharing me. Not with anyone. Not even his brother.And yet… fate had made other plans.The door closed quietly behind him.I waited a few more minutes, then sat up, hugging the blanket around me. I didn’t know what to feel. I was mated to both Kendrick and Kai
(First-Person – Astrid)I stared at my bleeding palm, trying to slow the flow of blood with the hem of the oversized shirt. Some of it had already soaked through the white fabric.I hadn’t thought it through.I’d been so desperate to stop them from fighting that I’d forgotten one important thing—I didn’t have healing abilities. No wolf. No magical quick-fix. Just pain.A knock sounded, soft and hesitant.“Who’s there?” I asked, wiping my hand against the sheet.“It’s me.” Kaiden’s voice came through the door, deep and unmistakably him. “Please… can I come in? I just want to tend to your wound.”I sighed. Might as well. The cut was starting to throb, and I didn’t exactly want to bleed all over Kendrick’s bed.“Come in.”The door opened, and Kaiden stepped inside, carrying a small box. He shut the door gently behind him and walked toward me.Seeing him again, up close, felt like looking at Kendrick through a slightly different lens. The resemblance was uncanny—same high cheekbones, sam
(STRID POV)“Mine,” the stranger whispered.His voice was low, possessive, almost reverent. He took a step toward me, his eyes deepening into a dangerous red—hot, intense, locked on me like I was a prize he’d been searching for forever.It hit Kendrick like a punch to the gut.I could feel the way he stiffened beside me. And when I turned to look at him, I saw the truth in his face—pale, tense, disbelieving.They shared the same look. The same eyes.The same bond.I took a shaky step back, stunned. Two brothers? Mated to both of them?Was the Moon Goddess playing some kind of twisted joke?Kaiden reached for me, fingers stretching out like he already knew I was his.Kendrick stepped between us so fast I barely saw the movement.“Don’t you dare touch her,” he growled, voice laced with warning.Kaiden’s eyes narrowed, and his smile twisted into something colder. “Move, Kendrick. I have just as much right to her as you do.”“You’re wrong.” Kendrick’s voice was sharp, dangerous. “You lost
(ASTRID POV)...Consciousness returned slowly, like surfacing from deep water.My eyes fluttered open. Everything was blurry at first, the light too bright, the shapes too sharp. I blinked a few times, trying to steady the world around me.The first thing I saw was the ceiling—white and wide, glimmering with delicate jewels embedded into intricate carvings. It looked almost like stars in the sky.Where… was I?I frowned, my body still heavy with sleep. I tried to sit up, but something held me down.I glanced down—and froze.A strong arm was wrapped firmly around my waist.I slowly turned my head, heart pounding, and the breath caught in my throat.He was there. Right beside me.Asleep.And gods, he was beautiful. Like something pulled out of a forgotten myth. Thick, dark hair tousled over his forehead. Long lashes resting against his cheeks. Lips slightly parted, the rise and fall of his bare chest slow and steady.Shirtless. Very shirtless.I lay there stiffly, unsure if I was dream
(KENDRICK POV)....It was still dark when I returned to Lunaria.I didn’t want attention—not for myself, and definitely not for her. Not yet.So I didn’t bother with the front entrance.Cradling her close, I leapt straight to the terrace outside my room. My landing was silent, easy, and I slipped through the open window like a shadow.She didn’t stir.That worried me more than anything.I laid her down carefully on my bed, brushing her tangled hair from her face. She was too pale. Too still.I hated it.I left the room and headed into the bathroom. My hands shook a little as I filled a bowl with warm water and grabbed a clean cloth. When I returned, she hadn’t moved an inch.I lay beside her, propping myself up on one elbow, and dipped the cloth into the bowl. Slowly, gently, I began to clean the dirt from her skin—her face, her neck, her arms.My jaw tightened as I took in her dress. If you could even call it that.A rough, shapeless grey sack that hung off her body like punishment