Alara’s POVFor days after that night with Xavier, my entire body felt… different.Not broken.Not wounded.Just — changed.The mark on my wrist, faint at first, had begun to deepen each day. What started as a thin bite imprint was now darkening into a crescent, the shape clean, sharp, unmistakable. It pulsed beneath my skin sometimes, a low hum echoing through my bones, syncing with my heartbeat. Every time it throbbed, Astrid, my wolf, stirred restlessly.‘He did something to us,’ she whispered to me on the second day, her voice hoarse and distant.I didn’t want to think about it. I didn’t want to think about him. I had barely processed the intimacy of that night, the raw intensity of it, before the consequences etched themselves into my skin and blood.And all the while, Vivian made it her personal mission to ruin me.She made sure I was stationed closest to her during daily preparations for the upcoming ceremonies, forcing me to serve trays or carry linens whenever she knew Kael w
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