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Jay had done something.And even without proof, without even knowing the details, I felt it. Deep in my bones, in the quiet spaces of my instinct as a wolf, I knew he had moved in the shadows again.That morning, the news spread like wildfire across the pack lands: the only heir to Alpha Jones's seat had been ambushed.People whispered that James Jones had been seen in the capital, harassing an omega. Then, the moment he returned home that same day, he was attacked.Convenient. Too convenient.I did not know James personally, but his reputation was infamous. Tales would often be told of him cornering women, threatening omegas, and using his status to intimidate anyone he fancied. He was scum—but he was untouchable because of his family name.And now he was gone.I stared at the news report on the table, my lips pressed in a thin line.“Jay Merlot… what are you up to this time? ”Even if it was all coincidence, it was the kind of coincidence that benefited him perfectly. With James gon

Melody froze.“What… what is the bigger problem?” I finally managed to ask, the ringing of my heartbeat loud in my ears.Don blew out a sharp breath. “There’s a new memorandum from the Alpha King. The Alpha Meeting is no longer held indoors. It takes place deep inside the forest.” His jaw tightened. “And each Alpha must bring his mate to complete a special task.”My stomach twisted. “A task?He nodded.But before I could panic further, Melody forced a smile, lifting my chin with practiced confidence.“That’s not a problem, Don. We’ll do the task… whatever it is. And we’ll win the competition.”A small, determined smile curled Don's lips. "Then let's win together."The moment was interrupted when their supplier arrived with several crates of fine textiles. Melody was truly grateful; this was the last shipment of material needed to finish all the commissioned gowns.***The following week was the busiest of Melody's life. Day in, day out, she assessed workers, corrected patterns, redesi

Melody's POVThe night before was still vivid in my mind. Every whispered word of doubt, every surge of anticipation, every image of what could happen if I failed. But failure was not an option. Not today… not ever.I stood before the bronze mirror inside my chamber, pulling my hair into a long French braid. My hands were steady, surprisingly, despite the rush of nerves curling inside my stomach. The armor the palace maids delivered earlier that morning fit perfectly—sleek, crafted from silver-steel, with dark green accents representing Mountain Crest Pack. On my belt hung a sword and a dagger, their pommels engraved with the royal insignia. A small pouch tied at the side would hold anything essential during the trial.‘We are ready,’ Sheena, my wolf, announced.I nodded. “Let’s go.”We needed to reach the main pack training grounds by seven sharp, and it was already 6:45. My heart quickened as we walked down the palace corridor. The atmosphere in the palace was tense—everyone knew wh

Melody’s P.O.V.A deep, rumbling growl shattered the silence behind me.I spun around in time to see Don-already in his massive black wolf form-tackle two fully grown lions with a violence that shook the ground. Golden fur and black shadow clashed in a whirl, sending dust flying upward as if stirred by a storm. The lions roared, shaking tarmac beneath my feet, their claws slicing through dirt, but Don stood firm, muscles rippling with every strike.My heart lurched. Not with fear but pure instinct. He is fighting two lions alone. Not on my watch. I inhaled sharply, and shifted-my bones snapped, muscles stretching until my wolf burst out, silver-white and blazing with fury. I leapt forward to join the fight.But stopped dead in my tracks.For right before my eyes… The lions laid down their heads. They weren't attacking anymore. They were bowing. My wolf froze, stunned. Don’s chest heaved, his fur marked with dust and claw lines, but he stood tall—dominant, unyielding, undeniably powerf

The day that we had been looking forward to for such a long time had finally arrived.Though I stood in the majestic council hall of Mountain Crest Pack, encompassed by carved stone pillars that held ancient runes and banners of allied lands fluttering about me, a niggling voice in my head still maintained that it was all a dream—a fragile, fleeting dream that would shatter mere moments after I reached out to touch it.It was election day.The air that filled the hall was heavy with tension, pride, fear, and ambition. All the Alphas, Lunas, and Betas who were there were bearing the burden of their respective packs on their shoulders. Some held their heads high with pride, some were trying to conceal their nervousness with their stoic faces, but not one of them was immune to the importance of that day. Today would ensure the ruler of all packs—the next Alpha King.At the center of it all was Beta Eric, the king’s beta, who had been entrusted with the duty of monitoring the election alo