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“Where am I?”“You’re at our wedding,” the man said softly, his hand hovering over me. “You fainted. Everything’s fine now.”Our wedding?I blinked at him. He looked older, maybe in his forties. My stomach turned. Why would I be marrying an old man?“You’re at our wedding,” he repeated, pulling me toward him.Panic surged through me. My hand moved on instinct—I slapped him. His face barely moved, but pain stung my palm.“What nonsense.” I stumbled backward, nearly tripping over the white dress. A wedding dress. Oh damn the Luan goddess. “I don’t know who you are. Where is Arthur? What is this place?”His face twisted In rage. “What manner of insolence is this?”“If you move closer,” I said, voice trembling but firm, “I will attack you. Stay back.”Gasps rippled through the room. Murmurs followed. Dozens of faces stared at me, shocked and confused. Then I saw him—Arthur, standing near the back, Aurora beside him.“She’s coming with us,” Arthur said, his voice cutting through the noise.

"What the hell did you just do?” Natasha’s voice flared through the speaker, anger radiating in every word.“Destroyed Lars’s empire. Obviously.” I took another sip of coffee. “Got any issues with that?”“Issues? You bastard, that wasn’t the plan. I was only supposed to give you Isabella—”“Well, that plan didn’t work, and I had other issues to tend to.”Silence. Then: “Let’s talk face to face. Tybild Restaurant, downtown. One hour. Be there.”The line went dead.Aurora looked up from the book she was reading. “That sounded pleasant.”“Natasha wants to meet with me. She’s pissed about the attack.”“Well, we did just burn down her husband’s entire operation without warning her.” Aurora set the book aside. “I’m coming with you.”We drove to the restaurant in tense silence. Tybild was upscale, polished and refined. Dark wood panels lined the walls, soft golden lights highlighted tables dressed in crisp linens. The scent of fresh herbs and roasted meat drifted through the air. A gentle pi

“They’re coming.” The scout’s voice cracked over the radio. “Convoy of vehicles, more than forty. They are heading toward us at high speed.”I stood on the pack house balcony, watching the open fields that stretched for miles in every direction. We had evacuated the civilians hours ago. Now only fighters remained, two hundred and thirty-three by last count, positioned across the grounds behind barriers we had constructed, weapons loaded and ready.Aurora stood beside me, checking her rifle for the third time. “Forty vehicles. Figure six to eight per vehicle. That’s upwards of three hundred fighters.”“We’re outnumbered,” I said.“We have the high ground. They have to cross open ground to reach us.” She slid a magazine into place. “We’ll have to use that to our advantage.”Torstein appeared in the doorway. “All positions report ready. Ammunition distributed. Gas masks for everyone. Medical station set up in the basement.”“The gas bombs?”“Positioned at fifty-yard intervals across the

The battlefield has gone quiet. Lars’s remaining fighters stand with their hands raised, weapons scattered at their feet.Finally, we achieve victory.Then I hear it—the sound of approaching cars.“No,” Fenris says, raising his rifle. “No, he couldn’t have.”A new convoy appears. Twenty vehicles, fresh fighters pouring out, all fully armed.Natasha stands at the front, commanding them.“I’m sorry it came to this, Arthur,” her voice carries across the field. “But I can’t let you destroy everything we built.”“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Aurora mutters beside me.The divine power still hums through my body, through my pack. Aurora’s blessing hasn’t faded yet. But we’re exhausted. Our minds and muscles scream for rest.“One more fight, soldiers,” I say to my fighters. “For your families, your pride, your pack—and for me. Charge.”Natasha’s forces advance, organized and fresh. They open fire, forcing us back toward the pack house again.But Aurora steps forward.Her eyes blaze white, li

Arthur pulled me into his arms, holding me tight against his chest. His heart pounded beneath my ear.“I’m sorry,” he said using his hand to trace my hair. “For attacking you. For not listening to you.”“I’m sorry too.” I looked up at him. “For shooting at you. Though your body looks hot from all the blood dribbled over your skin,” I said, tracing my hands across his chest.A laugh escaped him. “You have terrible aim. You could have killed me.”“I was aiming for the sword.”“Sure you were.”I smiled despite my exhaustion. Arthur was here. We were alive. That was enough. He cupped my face, thumb brushing away dirt and blood. His eyes stared into mine.“I love you,” he said. “I should have said this ever since. I want to marry you and make you carry my children.”My cheek went glowed bright red, I had never thought of having children, and now Arthur mentioned the idea seemed good."I love you too, and I would love to birth your children.”He kissed me then, his mouth crashing into mine.