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Aric’s POVI didn’t sleep.I tried—God knows I tried—but my mind refused to rest. It was chaos, a battlefield of thoughts colliding, instincts clawing beneath my skin, my wolf restless in a way I couldn’t silence.The suite in Belmont felt smaller tonight. Tighter., Suffocating., Luxury pressed in from every corner, cold and untouched, almost mocking in its perfection.I paced the length of the room again, my steps silent against the thick carpet, my jaw tight, shoulders rigid.Tomorrow.I was leaving for Eldenwald tomorrow.,Everything else had been cleared., Meetings cancelled.Negotiations postponed., Ministers dismissed., Nothing mattered anymore., Nothing except getting back to her., The woman the King said wasn’t my concern.The woman Damon had dragged away like she was something to be claimed.The woman who, for the first time in years, made me feel something that wasn’t numb duty or calculated restraint.Selene., And I hadn’t heard from her since her phone went dead.I had call

Aric’s POVThe words didn’t move me.They should have.A command from the King. A direct order. A line drawn in iron and blood.But all I felt…was clarity. Something inside me stilled completely, like the eye of a storm settling into perfect, terrifying calm.My gaze didn’t leave his. “Say that again.”My voice was quiet. Too quiet. General Hargrove paused mid-step near the door. Ivana’s breath hitched faintly beside us. Even the guards outside seemed to feel it, the shift in the air, the way tension coiled tighter, sharper, ready to snap.The King’s eyes narrowed slightly.“I said,” he repeated, slower this time, more deliberate, “you are forbidden from going anywhere near Selene.”Selene.Not Cassandra. Not a title. Not a position.Just her. And somehow that made it worse.Something dark stirred beneath my ribs.Low. Dangerous.Ancient.The wolf didn’t like that. Didn’t like being told to stay away.Didn’t like being commanded to abandon what it had already marked as its own. I exhaled

Damon’s POV“My wife hates me,” I whispered before I even realised I had spoken.“She clearly does,” he replied, blunt and merciless. “Which is why she went to your brother.”That cut through me like a blade.A slow, deep ache opened beneath my ribs, the kind that travelled upward and tightened around my throat. I dragged in a shaky breath, but even that felt like a struggle.He rested a hand briefly, almost awkwardly, on my shoulder.“Damon… it is obvious Selene does not want reconciliation. And since you will be the future king, you need to cut your losses.”I jerked back from him, disbelief snapping inside me like brittle glass.Cut my losses?He wanted me to treat my marriage like a failed investment? Something to discard once the returns stopped being convenient?His eyes didn’t soften. Not even a fraction.“Let her go while you can still keep her friendship,” he continued, voice maddeningly calm. “That is the best option for you. If she ever wants to return in the future, you ca

Selene’s POV Diana continued carefully, “They say… that’s why he travelled there. To meet her.” Her words drifted through the room like smoke—thin, suffocating, impossible to grasp, yet impossible to escape. I stared at her, unable to process it. Everything felt wrong. The light pouring through the tall palace windows felt too bright, almost accusing. The room felt too quiet, holding its breath like it knew something I didn’t. And the air—God, the air—felt too small to breathe. Aric… engaged? The thought didn’t slam into me violently. It did the opposite. It slipped in quietly and lodged itself deep inside me—a precise, silent crack, like the first hairline fracture in glass before it shatters completely. I felt the break happening in real time. Diana moved closer and sat beside me with the kind of caution people use around wounded animals. “What will you do,” she asked softly, “if he settles with her? If he… marries his fiancée? Will you remain by his side?” My throat tig

Aric’s POVA soft, measured knock.Not the kind Damon’s guards used—those heavy, arrogant thuds meant to assert dominance.Not the crisp, rehearsed tapping of court messengers delivering bad news dressed in polished formality.This knock was different.Careful. Respectful.Almost hesitant.My butler.“Your Highness,” she called from the doorway, her voice quiet but steady, “you have… a visitor.”I frowned, straightening slightly.“A visitor?”Very few people dared come here uninvited. My villa sat far from the palace, deliberately placed at the quieter edge of the royal estate. A sanctuary. My choice—not the King’s.It was understood—silently enforced—that anyone seeking me would go through proper channels.They did not come here. They did not intrude.“For once,” I muttered under my breath, “life becomes more interesting.”Aloud, I said, “Send them in.”She bowed and stepped aside. The door opened.A man walked in.Tall. Immaculately dressed. Black coat tailored to precision. Rings gl