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THE POISONED BOND

Aurelia's point of viewI wiped the tears from my face before leaving the library, but my hands shook as though they had no strength left in them. My mind screamed at me to regain composure, to steady my steps, yet every shadow in the hallway seemed heavier than before, each flicker of firelight whispering doubt into my ear. I told myself Damien’s words meant nothing that his poison could not root in me. But when I stepped out, I froze.A presence lingered nearby. I could smell the scent and it was Silas.My breath caught in my throat. I could not see him, not clearly, but his aura reached me. It was like the pull of the bond tightening around my ribs, suffocating me in equal parts love and dread. Did he see us together? Did he hear anything?The thought sank into my bones like ice. If he believed I had met Damien willingly, if he misunderstood, if he thought I harbored secrets against him, it would shatter him. I had never wanted to lie to Silas. Never. And yet here I was, torn betwe

THE WOLF IN CONTROL

Silas's point of viewI could handle hunger, blood, the hiss of silver and the burn of wolfsbane. I could take blows that seared my ribs and still stand. But betrayal, I cannot. Betrayal I could not tolerate. It was a knife that cut deeper than any fang. And Aurelia had smashed that knife across my face.I had followed her down the corridor because something in the way she whispered “kitchen” had not sounded right. I know her better than I know my own shadow; when she tries to hide small things, larger storms follow. At first, I thought she had gone to the library to hunt for a way to break Draco’s seal on the journal. That would have been honest. That would have been brave. Honest and brave is what she is when she stands by my side. But when Damien left the library with his cloak swinging, his expression softer than steel should allow, I knew better. My blood boiled hot enough to drown even the memory of my missing eye.I wanted to confront him there, to stride into that room and tea

TEARS IN THE JAR

Silas's point of viewRoderick sat in his cell like a coiled thing that refused to be tamed. Even in chains he carried the old vanity as if it were armor. His skin had the sickly pallor of a man left too long underground, but his posture betrayed no weakness. He was not broken. He was not beaten. He wore arrogance the way lesser men wore cloaks, pulling it tight to shield himself from fear.He lifted his chin when I entered. His eyes, those sharp, carrion-bird eyes were locked on mine with something that felt too much like amusement. He should have looked at me with dread. He should have remembered what I am, what I can do. Instead, he looked at me as though he had been waiting to spit venom into my face. That irritated me. I was supposed to be the animal in that room, not him.I let the silence grow. The dungeon was generous with silence; it offered only echoes and the thin drip of water from some hidden crack in the stone. A man could go mad with silence if he was forced to sit in i

THE CRACK IN GLASS

Silas's point of viewAfter the interrogation with Roderick, I was still caught in a storm of doubt. My mind gnawed at the same thought like a wolf chewing bone: do I dispose of him, or keep him breathing as bait? Roderick was venom, and every second he stayed alive risked poisoning my pack. But killing him too soon could sever the thread to Draco, and Draco was the shadow behind every move we were fumbling to anticipate.I poured another glass of bourbon, the burn not enough to cauterize the gnawing ache in my chest. I was already on my third bottle. The room reeked of alcohol and ash, the fire in the hearth long dead, leaving only the smell of old smoke clinging to the stone walls.And Aurelia, damn it! I couldn’t shake her face from my mind. The way she’d looked at me when I turned away from her, when I refused her explanations. I knew she wouldn’t cheat. That wasn’t who she was. But secrecy? Secrets felt like betrayal when I had laid my whole soul bare for her. She had handed me s

DISTANT FEELINGS

Aurelia's point of viewIt hurt to see him like that his eyes shuttered, his walls rising brick by brick to keep me out. Silas, my mate, my anchor, the man who had held me when I thought I would drown… now looked at me as if I were the tide trying to pull him under. My heart gnawed at itself, raw and restless, knowing I had made him this mad, though he hadn’t let me explain.I’d seen the shadows in him before, the ruthless part that made him feared as Alpha. That side of him, his darkness which could expel me from the pack if he let suspicion fester. I told myself I wouldn’t crumble, but the thought of losing not just him but the home I had fought so hard to belong to was a weight pressing down on my chest.So I waited. I waited outside the dungeons where he had gone, standing like a ghost in the corridor, hoping his gaze would soften when he came out. The guards shifted uncomfortably and finally muttered that I should leave. That I wasn’t wanted there.Hours later, when Silas finally

DISCOVERY OF PENDANT

Aurelia's point of viewLast night’s memory lingered with me like smoke after fire. Silas had been heavily drunk, his steps unsteady, his voice low and slurred, but his lips… his lips kept shaping my name. Over and over, like a spell he could not break free from, he chanted it in his restless sleep.I had turned toward him in the dark, brushing his hair back from his damp forehead, whispering soft words I wasn’t sure he heard. It ached to see him like that, my strong Alpha, my stubborn mate, undone by the storm inside him. My heart broke with every ragged murmur. Maybe I shouldn’t have kept the secret from him. Maybe if I had trusted him enough to share it all at once, none of this rift would exist between us. But the truth was... it had been necessary. At least, that’s what I told myself in those quiet hours when guilt clawed at me.By dawn, my tears had dried into a dull ache behind my eyes. I slipped from the bed before the sun had climbed past the treetops, careful not to disturb

VISITING THE ROYAL PALACE

Silas's point of viewWhen Aurelia showed me the portrait of Damien’s ancestor, the thing that had looked like a curiosity in her hands became something colder, more dangerous. At first I did not understand because it was an old painting with a normal a pendant, nothing more but the way she traced the sigil, the way her voice tightened when she said witch’s mark, made the hair along my arms rise.“A royal who was never royal,” I said, tasting the words like iron. “Omegas who climbed a throne because of a mating. A witch’s pendant binding an Alpha line… if that pendant exists, it changes everything.”She nodded, fierce and weary at once. “It could be the key to Damien’s influence. If the pendant grants him power, or if the bloodline itself is tangled with something… unclean, then what he is doing, what Draco wants, none of it is simply politics anymore.”I wanted proof and a way to rip whatever root he’d sunk into our world from the ground. The journal sat in the satchel like a promise

THE ROYAL LIBRARY

Aurelia's point of viewThe tall iron gates of the royal palace groaned as they opened, and my heartbeat turned erratic. It felt like each clang of the iron echoed inside my chest.“Calm,” Silas murmured under his breath, his hand brushing against mine. His expression was calm on the surface, but his sharp eyes told me he was on high alert. He didn’t have to say more, I could read the tension rolling off him.It had been my idea to bring the pups here, and even now I had to remind myself not to waver.The valet rushed forward and opened the carriage doors for us. I stepped out with as much composure as I could summon, my gown swishing around my ankles.And there he was. Alpha King Damien. Standing on the throne with a background of liar.Our eyes locked instantly. His lips curled into a smirk that was both infuriating and nauseating, as though he’d been waiting for this exact moment. His gaze lingered on me shamelessly, but his hand extended toward Silas, feigning politeness.I tighte

RISKING MY EVERYTHING

Aurelia's point of viewSilas’s hand fit mine like it always had. Solid, warm, a tether that kept my breath from scattering. We entered the great dining hall together, the pups clinging shyly to my skirt, their small faces peeking around our ankles. The room smelled of roasted meat and old candles; the great table stretched like a dark river through the center, and at its head sat the man who made my blood run thin: Alpha King Damien.He rose as we entered, slow and theatrical, as if the motion were practiced for effect. His eyes slipped over me with that patient hunger I’d seen before, then paused on Sara with a quick, almost casual intensity that set my teeth on edge.Silas’s jaw tightened beside me. I felt the heat of his warning before his voice cut across the hush. “Good evening, Your Majesty,” he said, clipped and flat.Damien smiled, the kind that never reached his eyes. “Alpha Silas, Luna Aurelia. I apologise for my abrupt departure earlier, ministers demanded my counsel on tr

MISSION BOOKS

Silas's point of viewThe corridor was colder than it should’ve been. Or maybe it was just me while clutching Aurelia’s ring like it was some divine compass. The hidden passage she’d shown me spat me out right beside the royal library’s ancient wooden doors.I glanced over my shoulder one last time. Aurelia was already striding toward the guards, her head tilted in that perfect, commanding way that made men either kneel or choke on their own tongues.“Show me the king’s chamber,” she demanded with honeyed authority.I ground my teeth so hard my jaw cracked. Oh, I hated this plan. Absolutely despised it. My mate, my stubborn, reckless, infuriatingly brilliant mate was going straight into the wolf’s den with Damien. And I was supposed to sit here and… read.“Wonderful,” I muttered under my breath. “She gets a personal audience with the bastard, and I get dust bunnies and history lessons. Truly, the universe is kind.”Fenrir rumbled in the back of my head. Focus, pup. If she’s buying you

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