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The servant's face twisted as if something inside him snapped. "I did it all!" he suddenly shouted. "I set the street on fire and spread rumors suddenly to harm your reputation as you're a hindrance to the new alpha's success! I also thought you don't deserve to be queen! That's why I took it upon myself to frame you! You have everything but Red Fang has almost nothing left! So please have mercy on the alpha!" I stared at him. Using an elderly butler as a human meat-shield? What creative bullshit was this? "Have mercy?" I laughed. "That's just fucking ridiculous at this point." "Please your highness!" he threw himself forward, forehead. "It was all my doing! Alpha Dante has been very ill!" "Ill?" I tilted my head. "Yes! How could anyone in their right mind devise such a sick plan?" he begged. "Well..." I took a slow, deliberate breath. "I smell cinnamon. So tell me—how come you never suspected the perfume given by the queen was behind this, when you care about Alpha Dante and

"Master," Kyle called out to me. "Thank you so much. I really don't know how to pay you back." "No, it's fine," I said, waving it off lightly. He actually did seem concerned about the land, and now that Red Fang wouldn't touch it and the refugees could return, his future was no longer dangling by a thread. Stability does wonders for loyalty. "Thanks to you I wasn't plagued by nightmares last night and neither were the other refugees," Kyle said. "The key to reviving the land was getting rid of the leadership and setting things on a better course." I studied him quietly. He looked... lighter. Happier than I'd ever seen him. No stiffness, no careful obedience, no desperation hiding behind enthusiasm. He'd been laughing all day—real laughter, careless and unguarded. The kind that can't be faked. Seeing that kind of gratitude felt like a reward in itself. Not enough to make me sentimental—but enough to be useful. "What will you do next?" he asked. "Well, Dante and his family aren't

The welcome-back banquet was... lively. The hall was packed shoulder to shoulder with diplomats already half drunk, laughter spilling over polished marble floors, glasses clinking, musicians playing faster than necessary. Silk and jewels flashed everywhere. The air smelled like wine, perfume, and ambition. The moment Levi and I stepped inside, the noise spiked up another notch. "Have you been well, your highness?" some man rushed up to Levi. Levi almost pulled a face, instinct kicking in, but I nudged him sharply and he fixed it immediately. "Yes, how about you?" Levi asked. That was all it took. Diplomats swarmed him like moths to a flame. Questions, praise, subtle power plays disguised as concern. This time, though, Levi locked his hand around my arm—tight enough that escape would've caused a scene. I could have slipped away. Easily. But something told me watching the game play out would be more useful. "You're the alpha of the Mariposa pack, aren't you?" I asked one man hove

I knew something was wrong the moment we got back home. Nyx wouldn't look me in the eye. Not once. She went straight to Remus and started fussing over him even though he was sound asleep—adjusting a blanket that didn't need adjusting, checking his breathing like she was trying not to be near me at all. She was thinking. Plotting. That was worse than her ignoring me. "Baby, please talk to me," I begged. "I am talking." No, she wasn't. She was avoiding me. That cold, surgical silence she used when i had first met her. "You keep brushing me off. What's wrong? If you just tell me I can fix it," I said. Nothing. My chest tightened. I didn't want to pull this card, but she left me no choice. "Fine. I didn't want to do this but you forced my hand. You gave your word for full transparency and we're both still under contract. Are you a liar?" That did it. She turned and finally looked at me—really looked at me—and boy was she was furious. "What the hell are you and Mandy?" "What?"

"And that, right there, is Orion's Belt," Levi pointed out. "Levi." "And then over here we have the Little Dipper." "Levi..." "And there's the Big Dipper." "Goddess, Levi I already know the constellations!" I huffed from my spot beside him. We were sprawled out in an open field beneath a clear sky. After our little talk at the door, this was where we'd ended up. No politics. No plotting. No distraction. Just grass under our backs and the universe pretending nothing else existed. "Okay, Snappy," Levi shot back. "Name that one." He pointed up at a loose cluster of stars. "Leo," I grunted. "Wrong, ma'am! That is Lupus. I'm actually shocked that you didn't get that one, you know, since Lupus stands for 'Wolf'. You're a horrible half-breed," he teased, leaning in to kiss my cheek. "And how are you so certain that I wasn't kidding?" "Oh, baby, because I just know." He smiled and pulled me onto his lap, one hand settling firm on my hips to steady me, the other sliding behind my he