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Naya’s POVI didn’t know how long we sat there after I and Dorian watched Alpha Kade walk away from both of us.Time felt strange around Dorian. It was not safe exactly, I wasn’t stupid, but it was easier. Like my lungs didn’t have to work as hard. Like I didn’t have to be made of knives every second.He kept talking nonsense about how half the warriors below were showing off and the other half were pretending not to show off. I pretended not to listen, but I was listening.“See that one?” he said, nodding down at a bulky wolf with terrible footwork. “He thinks flexing his shoulders makes his stance better.”“It doesn’t?” I asked dryly.“It makes him look like a confused wardrobe.”I snorted. “You’re a terrible Beta.”“I’m an excellent Beta. I simply delegate seriousness to others.”“You mean you avoid it.” I said, staring at him and trying not to laugh.“Same thing.”I shook my head, but my mouth betrayed me again with the ghost of a smile.Then the mate bond pulsed again, like someo

Kade’s POV:After two days, she stopped eating completely...It took me two days to confirm it wasn’t just my imagination, and one more to admit it bothered me more than any threat report ever had.The trays came back entirely untouched every time...My panic sent everyone in the packs kitchen into a larger panic. They tried different things... Lighter meals, sweeter bread, broth instead of meat, but the pattern stayed the same.Naya picked. Naya pushed food around. Naya stopped eating.My wolf didn’t like it.“She’s alive,” I told him under my breath, standing at the upper hall window as she crossed the courtyard below with Dorian at her side. “Shes not starving herself... She just can't eat. She's not dying...”Not yet, the bond answered...not in words, but in that dull, steady ache behind my ribs.She walked like someone holding herself upright through pure refusal. Spine locked. Shoulders squared. Jaw set. From a distance she looked unbreakable.Up close, I’d started to see the

Naya’s POV:All through the day, it still was not so different. I hid away from everyone, locked myself inside my room and without even knowing, with no control over my body, I drifted off to sleep again.I woke with the sound of screaming, metal, the wet choke of a dying wolf still in my ear from my nightmare.For a moment I didn’t know where I was. The blankets were tangled around my legs that were damp with sweat. I looked around the room, and it smelled normal, no blood or burning flesh, which meant I was safe.I hated that word.Safe meant alive. Alive meant I survived , and the fact that I survived meant I betrayed them all… My throat tightened. My chest felt too tight, like my ribs had been sewn together too closely. I dragged in a breath and it scraped all the way down.Dorian and Kade were not around to hover around me, so I had to pull myself together.Kade… his name rang a bell in my heart, making my wolf purr, but I shook my head as if it could stop the thoughts from sti

Kade’s POV I stayed on the floor beside Naya, letting her take slow, shaky bites of her food while her breathing stabilized. The evening sun, through the window cast long lines across the stone floor. I watched as her hand trembled slightly as she held the bread, but she was eating. That alone made my chest ache with relief. I wasn’t expecting anyone else. Not yet, I needed the quiet peace that we were enjoying to last forever, but then the door swung open. "Naya, you're finishing this food even if I have to fight you, do you hear me?” Dorian said before the door was even fully opened. His voice carried too much damn cheer and glee for this late hour. He stepped in with a tray of eggs, fruit, and more of that ridiculous herbal tea he liked so much and had been forcing Naya to consume. Naya froze, eyes widening as he strolled in. My jaw tightened in anticipation. I hadn’t spoken, hadn’t moved from my spot on the floor, just letting her slowly adjust to my presence without cringing

Chapter 20— Naya’s POVThe bread felt heavy in my hand, heavier than it should have, as if every bite was a test I wasn’t sure I could pass. My fingers trembled, and I tried to force them still, forcing my focus on the taste, the texture, the simple act of eating. I was alive, but it didn’t feel like enough. My stomach twisted, knotted in ways I couldn’t name. Every chew reminded me of the chaos that had brought me here, the screams that haunted my sleep, the fire that never really left my memory.Then I felt him, not looming, not demanding, Just… there. Sitting patiently and quiet on the floor, close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating from him without even turning my head. My chest tightened, and my fingers shook again, though this time it wasn’t just the food. I hated that it calmed me, I hated that it made my heart beat slower in relief, instead of faster in fear.I wanted to pull away, to curl into myself and pretend like the room was empty, but I didn’t, I couldn’t, ma