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Darius POVThe summons arrived at breakfast. A formal request from Lord Theron to meet in his private study at noon. No explanation, just the time and place."That's ominous," Brennan said, reading over my shoulder. "What do you think they want?""No idea," I admitted. "But when the Wynter brothers call you to a formal meeting, you show up.""Want backup?" Brennan offered. "I could come along. Moral support.""And make it look like I need protection from my mate's family?" I shook my head. "I'll be fine. Probably just some territorial matter they want my input on."But my gut said otherwise. The formal tone, the specific time, the private location. This was something important.I arrived at Theron's study five minutes early. The door was closed but I could hear voices inside. All four brothers, from the sound of it.I knocked."Come in," Theron called.I entered to find all four Wynter brothers arranged around Theron's desk. They'd clearly been waiting for me. The atmosphere felt heav

Beatrice POVThe dreams started three nights after Theron's announcement. Not nightmares, exactly, but visions. Flashes of white wolves running through ancient forests. Voices speaking in languages I didn't recognize but somehow understood.By the fourth night, I stopped fighting them and let myself sink deeper. I found myself in a clearing that existed somewhere between dreaming and waking. Luna waited there in her full form, massive and radiant, her white fur glowing like captured moonlight.Finally, she said. I've been trying to reach you for days."I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't realize what was happening."You've been avoiding the deeper connection, Luna said. Keeping me at arm's length because you're afraid of what you'll find.She was right. Since the battle, since I'd unleashed my full power, I'd been careful not to dive too deep into whatever well I'd drawn from. Scared of what it meant, of what I might become."I'm listening now," I said. "What do you need to show me?"Not sh

Beatrice pov He slid two fingers between my thighs, finding me wet and ready. I moaned as he pushed them inside, curling them just right to hit that spot that made my hips buck. "Fuck, Beatrice," he growled. "You're so tight." He pumped his fingers slow at first, then faster, his thumb circling my clit until I was writhing under him, begging for more.When he finally pushed inside me with his cock, thick and hard, I cried out, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him deeper. We moved together, finding that familiar rhythm that always felt like coming home. He pounded into me hard, his hips slamming against mine, each thrust filling me completely. I scratched at his back, urging him on as he fucked me relentlessly, his balls slapping against my skin. Sweat dripped down his chest, and I licked it off, tasting the salt of him."I can't wait," Darius groaned, his forehead pressed to mine. "To see you round with our child. To watch you grow our baby."The image sent a fresh wave of h

Beatrice POVHigh Priestess Ysara arrived without warning on a cold morning weeks after Theron's announcement. I was in the courtyard practicing sword forms with Kaelen when the gates opened to admit her traveling party.She looked exactly as I remembered. Ageless and ethereal, her white robes flowing around her like mist. Her eyes found mine immediately across the courtyard."She's here for you," Kaelen said quietly. "I can feel it.""How do you know?" I asked, lowering my practice blade."Because that's how oracles work," Kaelen said. "They show up when the universe needs them to. And she's looking at you like you're the reason she traveled all this way."Ysara approached with measured steps. My brothers materialized from various parts of the Keep, drawn by some instinct that important visitors required their presence."Princess Beatrice," Ysara said with a slight bow. "I apologize for arriving unannounced. But I was called to deliver a message that could not wait for formalities."

Darius pov By the end of the fourth week, Stoneridge was transformed. New buildings stood where ruins had been. Fields were replanted. Infrastructure repaired. The pack looked alive again, hopeful instead of desperate."I can't thank you enough," Matthias said on my last night. "You saved us. Truly.""You saved yourselves," I corrected. "I just helped organize the effort.""Modest," Matthias said with a smile. "But we both know you did more than organize. You gave us hope. Showed us that recovery was possible."That night, the pack threw a celebration in our honor. Music and dancing and more gratitude than I knew how to handle. People kept approaching to thank me, to tell me how much the work had meant to them."You should stay," one of the elders suggested. "Become our official advisor. We'd be honored to have you.""I appreciate that," I said. "But my home is Wynterhold. My place is with my mate.""A man who knows where he belongs," the elder said approvingly. "That's rare and prec