LOGINFREYAThe rest of the patrol moved ahead of us, escorting the rogue back toward the house, and somehow, without either of us deciding it outright, Dante and I fell behind, letting the distance between us and the group stretch until the sound of their footsteps faded into the quiet hum of the forest at night.Neither of us mentioned it. We simply walked slower, matching pace without discussion, the moonlight filtering in thin and silvery through the canopy of foilage overhead, painting the path ahead in soft, shifting patches of light and shadow. The night had cooled considerably since we’d first set out, a faint mist beginning to curl low along the forest floor, and somewhere in the distance an owl called out once before falling silent again, the whole world settling into a hush that felt private, almost sacred, entirely separate from the chaos of the clearing we’d left behind.“You’re limping ever so slightly,” Dante said eventually, glancing at me sideways with quiet concern.“It’s
FREYAI didn’t decide to move. My body simply moved for me.One moment I was stumbling forward into the dirt, pain radiating hot across my shoulder, and the next I was already turning, low and fast, some instinct older than conscious thought taking hold of every muscle at once. The rogue lunged again, teeth bared, claws extended, and I ducked beneath the strike with a fluidity that felt nothing like the careful, practiced movements Kendrick had drilled into me over the past months.This felt like an entirely different thing. A dormant instinct that had always been there, buried and waiting, finally allowed to surface.I caught the rogue’s forearm mid-strike, twisting hard and using his own momentum the way Tobias had taught me weeks ago, except my body executed the movement faster and cleaner than I’d ever managed in training, no hesitation slowing the motion down. The rogue’s balance broke instantly, and I drove my elbow back into his ribs with a force that sent him staggering, a pai
FREYAKendrick assigned me to the night patrol without much warning, catching me in the hallway after breakfast with the same brisk efficiency he brought to every decision.“You’ve earned it,” he said, before I could ask why. “Months of training, and you’ve shown consistent instinct in every drill I’ve thrown at you. Patrol will test that instinct against real stakes instead of staged ones. Be at the eastern gate by dusk.”I spent the rest of the day equal parts nervous and quietly thrilled, the kind of anticipation I hadn’t associated with myself in longer than I could remember. Months ago I would have assumed patrol was reserved entirely for warriors who’d proven themselves through years of loyal service, certainly not for a banished Alpha’s daughter who’d arrived here broken and barefoot. That Kendrick trusted me with this now, without hesitation, without treating it as some kind of exception made for pity’s sake, settled a steady warmth in my chest that no amount of training bruis
FREYA“No,” I said quietly, the word landing between us with more weight than I expected. “He didn’t kiss me. He almost did. And that’s the part I can’t stop thinking about.”A weight eased from Damien’s shoulders, though whatever relief crossed his face was quickly buried beneath a more complicated expression, one I couldn’t quite place my hands on. He set the bread aside entirely and gestured toward the back door instead. “Come sit outside with me. I think we both need air more than we need this kitchen right now.”We settled onto the same bench where he’d found me with pastries weeks earlier, the evening settling cool and quiet around us, stars beginning to emerge overhead in scattered points of pale light. For a while neither of us spoke, the silence comfortable in a way it hadn’t been on the walk back from the springs, easier now that the question sitting between us had finally been asked and answered. I found myself watching the way the moonlight caught the edge of his profile,
FREYAThe walk back from the springs passed in near total silence, the easy warmth of the afternoon replaced by a tense, unspoken weight that seemed to have settled over the entire pack, though I suspected only three of us actually understood the reason for it. The path that had felt easy and loose on the way there now stretched out endless beneath my feet, every step carrying me further from the moment that had nearly happened and closer to whatever awkward reckoning waited on the other side of it.Dante walked at the front of the group beside Kendrick, his posture rigid, his pace deliberately quick enough that conversation with him would have required jogging to keep up. I trailed near the back instead, my mind still caught somewhere between the pool’s edge and the moment Damien’s voice had shattered whatever had been building there, my body still humming faintly with an awareness I couldn’t quite shake no matter how hard I tried to focus on the trail ahead of me.Somewhere in the m
Neither of us moved even an inch. The pool noise, the pack’s laughter, the distant clatter of towels and boots along the rocky bank, all of it faded into a distant, unimportant blur, replaced by the sound of my own heartbeat pounding loud enough to drown out everything else.Dante’s arm stayed wrapped around my waist, steady and unyielding, and I realized, somewhere in the haze of adrenaline still coursing through me, that neither of us had made any move to step back. His chest rose and fell against my palm where I’d braced myself, his breathing as unsteady as mine, and the careful distance he usually kept between us had collapsed entirely in the space of a single misstep. I could smell the cedar and steam still clinging to his skin, mixed with a warmer scent underneath, a note that had always felt distinctly like him even from across a crowded training yard.“You should probably let go of me now,” I said quietly, though I made no effort to pull away myself, my voice coming out far qu
FREYAThe first thing I became aware of was the softness beneath me and it felt nothing like the cold hard floor where I'd collapsed in my own blood. For a moment, just a fleeting beautiful moment, I thought maybe it had all been a terrible nightmare and I'd wake up in the palace infirmary with my
FREYABy evening, preparation had already begun for the mating ceremony. I walked into the bedroom — which was supposed to be mine and Lucian's. But the sickening thoughts of what happened here came rushing back to me. Lilith’s scent was everywhere.I began to pack a few of my things into a box. I
“Surprise!” Damien smiled, flashing his perfect set of white teeth and throwing his hands in midair as if this was supposed to be funny. Damien was the son of the ruthless Alpha Kendrick, my father's sworn enemy and from my teen years, I've been warned to steer clear of the Hamilton brothers.“How
FREYA.I didn't head for a garden or a lonely place to lavish in agony. Instead I stormed out of the palace, sat at the back seat of my father's favourite Rolls Royce and told the chauffeur: "Take me straight to the Crest Swiss Hotel."He glanced at me from the rear mirror, understanding what my or







