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Chapter Thirty Alpha Lir POV The silk tie feels like a noose around my throat. I tear it off, throwing it onto the mahogany desk of my private study, but the suffocating pressure in my chest doesn't ease. I don't turn on the lights. The only illumination in the room is the cold, silver glow of the Northern moon cutting through the floor-to-ceiling glass, painting the room in sharp shadows. I unclench my right fist. My knuckles are stiff, aching from how tightly I’ve been gripping the scrap of midnight-blue mountain wool. I smooth it out over my palm. The silver-mist elder grid. It’s a defensive pattern so intricate, so flawlessly executed, that no ordinary weaver in the Sovereign courts could replicate it. It’s hers. I’d know her stitches anywhere. When my guards dragged Silas’s sister out of the secure sub-levels two nights ago, they thought they had caught a simple Southern spy trying to map our vault access. But the moment my fingers brushed against the cloak she wore, my in

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Chapter Thirty-One Zara Fen POV The sickening click of the electronic lock resetting echoes through the silent penthouse like a gunshot. Elara stands in the entryway, shedding her dark silk cloak with a slow, calculated grace that makes my stomach turn. Beneath it, she wears a pristine, silver-threaded gown—the unmistakable color of the Silvercrest inner circle. The color I was stripped of. "Look at you," Elara purrs, her heels clicking sharply against the polished marble as she steps deeper into the room. Her eyes sweep over my simple Southern traveling clothes, filled with a malicious amusement. "From an Alpha’s fated mate to a back-alley servant hiding in the shadows of the South. They really will let anyone into these exhibitions, won't they?" I don't look at her face. I track her hands. My fingers dip silently toward the cuff of my leather boot, wrapping around the cold, familiar steel of my silver shearing blade. The metal feels grounding. Five years ago, her voice would h

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Chapter Thirty-TwoAlpha Lir POVThe silver tip of the shearing blade gleams in the firelight, hovering a mere three inches from my heart.Five years ago, she wouldn't have dared to raise her eyes to mine, let alone point a weapon at my chest. But the woman standing before me now isn't the fragile, broken girl I pushed away. Her stance is perfectly balanced, her knuckles white around the hilt, and her gaze is a cold, lethal fire that slices right through my Alpha authority.My wolf doesn't want to fight her. He wants to bow to her. He wants to press his throat against that blade if it means she will look at us for just one second longer."Zara," I say, my voice rough, sounding like gravel scraping under a boot. I don't move as I slowly raise my hands to chest level, palms open, showing her I am completely unarmed. "Lower the blade. The guards are gone.""I don't care about the guards, Lir," she whispers, her voice cutting through the quiet room like a razor. She doesn't lower the stee

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Chapter Thirty-ThreeAlpha Lir POVThe heavy oak door of the penthouse clicks shut, sealing Zara safely inside the opulent suite. For a long moment, I stand in the quiet, carpeted corridor, my forehead pressed against the polished wood. My heart is a jagged rhythm against my ribs.I can still smell her. The scent of winter mint, mountain rain, and old parchment—the intoxicating aroma of the fated bond I tried so hard to tear out of my own chest five years ago lingers on my skin, mocking me despite the memory of her affair with Silas.She pointed a blade at my heart. She looked at me with eyes full of five years of carefully nurtured hatred. And yet, the moment she lowered that steel, the moment she realized why I signed those containment papers, the fracture in our bond bled with a raw, agonizing warmth that nearly brought me to my knees.I have to keep her safe.The High Alpha and the Council elders are already arriving at the Oakhaven Grand for tomorrow's exhibition. If any of them

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Chapter Thirty-Four Alpha Lir POVThe packhouse conservatory is suffocatingly warm, smelling of damp earth and expensive Southern flowers. At the far end of the misty glass room, the High Alpha sits in a velvet armchair.He looks ancient, his silver hair cropped close, his face covered in old scars. But the aura coming off his frail body is still heavy and oppressive. Two of his personal guards stand behind him like statues, hands resting on their swords.As I step onto the stone path, the old man doesn't even look up from his book."Took you long before you could come and see me, Lir," he says, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. "And yet you smell like blood."I don't bow to acknowledge his rank. I stop five paces away, my posture completely rigid, staring down at the man who has spent decades bleeding the northern packs dry."The Joyce family is planning a stunt on the exhibition floor tomorrow," I say, my voice flat and cold. "Victoria wants to force an illegal screening on the South

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Chapter Thirty-FiveSilas POVThe ice in my tumbler melts into a lukewarm puddle, but I don't touch the liquor. I keep my fingers wrapped around the heavy crystal, my gaze tracking the reflection of the Silvercrest guards standing by the VIP archway.They think they are being subtle. They think a Southern Alpha doesn't know what a containment perimeter looks like.My wolf is a low, jagged snarl in the back of my ribs, tasting the air. The heavy scent of Lir's pine-and-frost authority just flooded the upper corridor minutes ago, suffocating the faint, sweet trace of winter mint.He locked her in and that got a dangerous, lethal heat flare up in my chest, but I force my posture to remain relaxed, leaning back into the leather armchair of the Oakhaven Grand’s lower lounge. Let the North think I am just a desperate diplomat nursing a drink. Let them think I am paralyzed by the double taxes and the looming threat of an empty granary.They have Emily in the dark below, and they have Zara in

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Chapter Thirty-SixZara Fen POVThe digital clock on the penthouse nightstand glows a steady, mocking red: 2:14 AM.Then, it dies.The entire suite plunges into a heavy, suffocating blackness so sudden it feels like a physical blow. The soft hum of the climate control cuts out, replaced by a stark, freezing silence that rolls in from the glass balcony doors.I freeze in the center of the plush rug, my breath catching in my throat. My fingers, still stained with faint silver-ink lines from the workshop, instinctively curl into fists.Click.It’s the unmistakable, heavy mechanical snap of the electronic deadbolts on the penthouse doors disengaging. Lir’s foolproof containment perimeter, the one he swore would keep me hidden away like a shameful secret until the High Council left, just bled their power into the dark.My heart hits my ribs like a trapped bird.Silas did it.The realization hits me with a jolt of pure adrenaline. I don't know how, and I don't know what kind of chaos he’s t

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Chapter Thirty-SevenZara Fen POVThe heavy oak door of the preparation alcove slams shut, the sound echoing like a gunshot against the narrow stone walls. The noise cuts off the chaotic roar of the exhibition floor.Inside was rowdy and filled with noises from the shouting council members, the flashing press cameras, the frantic whispers of the Northern elite—instantly reducing it to a dull, muffled throb.Before I can even turn around, a heavy weight traps me.Lir shoves his back against the wood of the door, his chest heaving under his charcoal suit jacket. He is breathing as if he just ran through a blizzard, his broad shoulders blocking the only exit from the tiny, dimly lit room. The air inside the alcove is instantly swallowed by his presence, turning thick and suffocatingly hot.He smells of raw winter frost, pine, and the terrifyingly familiar scent of an Alpha who has completely lost his grip on his restraint."Get out of my way, Lir," I say, my voice flat, though my heart i

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Chapter Thirty-EightAlpha Lir POVI sit at the high mahogany table, the High Alpha's signed decree heavy in my breast pocket, but the paper feels like a lead weight pressing into my ribs. The grand council chamber is a blur of noise. Around me, the elders are droning on about trade routes, asset redistribution, and the immediate necessity of finalizing the Joyce treasury contract.I don't hear a single word of it.All I can hear is the frantic, ragged rhythm of Zara’s breathing from ten minutes ago. All I can feel is the phantom sting of her silver needle pressing into the soft flesh beneath my jaw.I raise my thumb, tracing the small, dried speck of blood on my neck. She didn't just threaten me. She looked me dead in the eye, clad in the gold of the South, and told me the woman who loved me was dead.Lies.My wolf claws violently at the inside of my chest, the restless, snarling beast that wants to tear this entire council table in half. He knows what I know. When I trapped her agai

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Chapter Thirty-NineZara Fen POVThe stone courtyard of the Oakhaven gallery is freezing, but the biting mountain air feels like a mercy against my skin. I lean heavily against the frost-laced stone balustrade, my knuckles white as I stare out into the dark tundra beyond the hotel walls. Every breath I take leaves my lips in a frantic, white plume that immediately vanishes into the midnight sky.The council chambers are locked down until morning while the lawyers pore over Lir's decree, but the suffocating weight of that room followed me out here.Lir blocked the Joyce contract. He protected my trunk. He stood in front of the most powerful wolves in the North and gambled his own throne just to buy forty-eight hours.Why?My mind is a chaotic web of silver thread and old blood. Five years ago, he threw me away to save my life. That’s what he said in the alcove. He thought he was playing the long game, hiding me in plain sight by pretending I was nothing to him. But a savior doesn't lea

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