LOGINBeatrice's POV
I felt cold shivers when I realized Neah was glaring at me.
She was standing near the center of the banquet hall in a deep red gown that fit her like armor, her hair pinned high, her smile sharp and practiced as she moved between guests with the easy confidence of a woman who believed the crown was already hers. The wedding announcement had done its
Beatrice's POVI felt cold shivers when I realized Neah was glaring at me.She was standing near the center of the banquet hall in a deep red gown that fit her like armor, her hair pinned high, her smile sharp and practiced as she moved between guests with the easy confidence of a woman who believed the crown was already hers. The wedding announcement had done its work. Every guest in the room treated her with the deference reserved for a queen, bowing slightly, offering congratulations, and Neah received each one with a gracious nod that made my stomach turn.The warmth left her face so fast it was almost funny. She excused herself from the cluster of noblewomen she'd been charming and cut across the hall toward me, her wolf pushing forward with a hostility that hit me three steps before she did.
Beatrice's povI had decided to tell him.The decision came to me in the middle of the night as I lay in the dark with my hand on my stomach and my wolf curled warm around the baby, and I thought about Denmark and the roadside and the way Cedrick had wiped the tears from my face before catching himself. I thought about the way his touch had changed the last time he'd kissed me, slower and more careful, as though I were something he was afraid of breaking. I thought about the way he'd driven through the night to find me, abandoned a diplomatic trip, beaten a foreign king, and then stood in the cold outside Charles's estate and opened a car door in silence because he had no words left that were adequate.He was a terrible man. Cruel, possessive, proud to the point of destruction. But he had come for me. Every time, no
Cedrick's povLawrence's estate sat on a hill overlooking the eastern valley, built from dark stone and old money and the kind of quiet authority that came from three generations of service to the crown. I had been here before, years ago, when the engagement to Neah was first proposed and Lawrence had poured wine and spoken of legacy and alliance and the bright future our families would build together. He had smiled that night. I remembered it because Lawrence rarely smiled, and when he did, it meant he'd gotten exactly what he wanted.He wasn't smiling today.He received me in his study, a wood-paneled room lined with bookshelves and hunting trophies and the mounted heads of wolves he'd killed in territorial disputes decades ago. The trophies were a message. They'd always been a message. Lawrence was a man who deco
Beatrice's povMartin came to see me the afternoon after I returned from Denmark.He stood in the doorway of my quarters with his hands in his pockets. His face told me that he was trying not to lose his nerves. His knuckles were still scabbed from beating Charles at the restaurant, and his wolf pressed forward with a warmth that reached me before his words did."I need to say something," he said."Martin...""Let me finish." He stepped inside and closed the door behind him, not for privacy's sake but because what he was about to say didn't belong in a hallway. "I know what you're going to tell me. I know you don't feel what I feel, and I know you've been trying to say it for weeks without hurting me. So let me save you the trouble of being gentle."I looked at him. His eyes were steady and open, the same warm brown they'd always been, and his wolf carried the same patient quality that had drawn me to him from the beginning. He was a good man. The best man I'd met since arriving in th
Neah's povThe elders offered nothing useful.We sat with them for three hours in my mother's receiving room, six grey-haired wolves who had served our family for decades, and every word out of their mouths was a variation of caution and patience and waiting for the storm to pass. They didn't understand that the storm wasn't passing. It was just beginning.The mining partnership cancellation had sent tremors through our entire network within a day. Suppliers who had been loyal for years suddenly needed time to reconsider their contracts. Business partners requested meetings that felt more like exit interviews. Two of our northern holdings reported that the crown's tax auditors had arrived unannounced, which never happened unless someone at the very top had signed off on it.Cedrick was dismantling us piece by piece, and the elders sat in their chairs and counseled patience.Margaret dismissed them with as much grace as she could manage, which wasn't much. The moment the door closed be
Neah's povThe call came at seven in the morning, and by the time I reached my mother's sitting room, she was already standing at the window with the phone pressed to her ear and her face the color of ash."What do you mean she's gone?" I said.Margaret held up a hand to silence me. She listened for another thirty seconds, said something clipped into the phone, and ended the call. When she turned to face me, her composure was intact but barely. I could see the cracks running beneath it, the tight set of her jaw, the slight tremor in her fingers as she set the phone on the desk."Cedrick went to Denmark," she said. "He found her at Charles's estate and took her back."I stared at my mother and waited for the part that made sense, the part where she explained how a king who had told Henry not to bother him with Beatrice's affairs had somehow found out where she was, driven through the night, and crossed the border to pull her from another man's house.That part didn't come. Because ther
Elena’s povLydia didn't wait to be invited in.She stepped past Blake like he wasn't even there, her heels clicking against our hardwood floors. "I'm here in my capacity as Chief Warrior," she announced, smoothing her dress as she surveyed our living room. "A formal visit."Blake moved to block h







