ログインMERRIN’S POV Rain hammered violently against the palace windows.Like thousands of restless fingers trying to break inside.Like the sky itself wanted to witness what was about to happen.I grabbed Mirella’s throat.Slowly.Not in rage.But in cold, controlled hatred.“Why did you say her name?” I asked.My fingers tightened.Not suddenly.Slowly.Like squeezing a ripe fruit until its skin begins to cry.Mirella’s eyes widened in terror.Her fingers clawed at my wrist.“A… Alpha… I was just joking…” she choked.Behind me, the soft mechanical movement of Emily’s wheelchair broke the silence.Celine stood immediately.“Please, Alpha! Don’t hurt her!” Emily pleaded.“Please, my husband, release her!” Celine added.But I did not move.Something inside my chest was burning.Warm.Alive.Uncomfortable.The bond.Her presence.Always her.I released Mirella suddenly.She collapsed onto the carpet, coughing violently.I turned away from her.Rain kept talking outside.Slow.Relentless.Merci
VIOLET’S POVI remember the first night we arrived at Ironcrest Pack.I remember how small I felt.Not because I was weak.But because I was being weighed.Measured.Judged.Zoey held my hand the entire walk through the gates. The iron crest above the entrance glinted under the moon like a blade catching bloodlight. Tall stone walls loomed over us. Guard towers pierced the sky.No laughter.No warmth.Only watchful eyes.Silvan walked ahead of us, steady, regal, composed, as if he belonged there.He did not.Neither did we.Two elders waited in the courtyard. Gray hair braided tightly. Hard eyes sharpened by decades of suspicion. The air smelled of pine smoke and cold iron.“You request refuge,” the taller elder said, voice flat as stone.Silvan inclined his head, not quite a bow, not quite defiance. “Yes.”“You are Alpha of Luna-light,” the second elder replied slowly. “Why not take them to your own land?”Silvan’s jaw flexed.“It is not safe.”“For whom?” the elder pressed.A beat o
MERRIN’S POVI could not sleep.The bed felt wrong without her warmth.Too wide.Too cold.Too empty.The palace itself felt hollow, like something sacred had been torn out of its chest.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her.Chains biting into her wrists.Chin lifted.Defiant.“I am carrying your child.”The words would not leave me.They crawled under my skin.They echoed through bone.They would not die.I sat up sharply.The mate bond twisted in my chest like a live wire.Rage.Longing.Humiliation.Desire.All of it fused together until breathing felt like swallowing glass.“Why?” I muttered into the dark.Was I not enough?Was Silvan better than me?Did she ever love me?Or was every touch…every kiss…every moan in the dark…A lie?I rose to my feet.If she was to die at dawn, then I would know why she had done it… why she had betrayed me. I would hear the truth from her own lips.Even if it shattered me.The night air sliced like a blade the moment I stepped outside.Cold.St
COMMANDER NOLAN’S POVI used to believe loving Violet in silence was noble.Honorable.Selfless.Tonight, it feels like cowardice wrapped in obedience.The palace is too silent.No laughter drifts through the barracks.No clank of training blades.No patrol jokes carried by the wind.Even the night insects seem afraid to sing.Only the low shift of spears outside the holding house.The scrape of metal boots against dirt.They are waiting for dawn.Waiting for her death.I sit at my desk in the commander’s quarters, staring at the drawer.When I pull it open, it’s still there… the folded paper I haven’t touched in ten years.I take it out and unfold it. The pages are yellow with age, soft along the creases from being opened too many times.My hands are steady in battle.They are not steady now.The paper rustles louder than it should, like it knows what it carries.Her name waits at the top, written in ink that once trembled with teenage hope.Violet.My throat tightens.“I was sixteen
MERRIN’S POVThe room was quiet.Too quiet.Not the peaceful kind of quiet.The suffocating kind.The only sound was the slow crackle of the fireplace and the faint whisper of paper trembling in my hands.I stared at the wedding photograph.Violet stood beside me in white.Her red hair spilled over her shoulders like fire against snow. Her eyes were luminous. Alive. Hopeful.She wasn’t smiling at the crown.She wasn’t smiling at the throne.She was smiling at me.My thumb traced the cool glass, slow and reverent.“You were always the most beautiful,” I murmured.More radiant than Celine’s sharp, sculpted grace.More captivating than Mirella’s delicate sweetness.More refined than Emily’s polished elegance.Violet never tried to shine.She simply did.Effortlessly.Naturally.And now…They called her a mistress.The word tasted like ash in my mouth.I let out a slow, steady breath.“I will fix this,” I whispered to the empty room. “I will make you my legal wife again. Properly this tim
ZOELLA’S POVI was still angry.Three days.Three whole days since we almost escaped Wolves-Heaven.Three days since Violet made me risk my neck… only to run back into Merrin’s arms like a lovesick fool.I stood at the tall arched window of her room, arms folded tight across my chest, staring at the iron gates below as if I could make them open again.“You’re unbelievable,” I muttered.Violet sat on the edge of her bed, brushing her long red hair in slow, dreamy strokes like nothing in this world bothered her. The bristles whispered through silk strands. Calm. Unbothered.“You’re still upset?” she asked lightly.“Still?” I spun around so fast my shirt flared. “We almost got caught. I distracted Merrin. I lied to the guards. I risked being flogged. And you…” I pointed at her. “...you ran back because you ‘love him too much’.”She bit her lip.To hide a smile.That made it worse.“You don’t understand,” she said softly. “He let me go.”“Oh, wonderful,” I snapped. “He unlocked the cage a
MIRELLA’S POVThe moment Alpha Merrin dragged Violet away… like a storm ripping the calm out of the air, the hall fell into a terrifying stillness.Too still.So still I could hear nothing but the violent drumming of my own heartbeat.Commander Nolan stepped toward us, Celine, Emily, and me.His fa
MERRIN’S POVI woke to fire in my veins, pain screaming through my skull, every breath a knife carving me from the inside out.That’s when I realized…The food.It must have been poisoned.For a heartbeat, I thought it was Violet.But then she collapsed too. Crumpled beside me like a fallen bloom.
CELINE’S POVI sat on the soft velvet chair, my legs crossed, my fingers tapping against the armrest like they had a mind of their own.The room smelled faintly of lavender oil, but nothing could distract me from the tension tightening my chest.Emily sat beside me, wincing every few seconds as she
VIOLET’S POVI hadn’t felt like this in… ever.Not even with Nolan, the man I thought I loved.The way Merrin leaned on his elbow beside me, his face impossibly perfect, his hand brushing the hair from my face… I wanted to melt into him. Even though my head screamed that I should run. That I should







