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Chapter 51 – Abused

Beatrice's POVThe rain had no mercy.It came down in a downpour, flattening the grass against the earth and turning the stone path beneath my feet into a shallow river. My dress clung to my skin like a second layer of punishment. Water dripped from my hair into my eyes, and I blinked it away uselessly. Every step I took squelched.I didn't run. The carriage had already passed, and the message it carried was clear enough.I wrapped my arms around myself and kept walking.That was when the rain above me stopped, though it continued falling everywhere else. I looked up and saw the dark curve of an umbrella, then turned to find Martin standing beside me, holding it steady with one hand."You'll catch your death out here," he said simply.His coat was dry. His carriage waited a few paces behind him on the road, the driver holding the reins loosely. He must have seen me from the window and stopped."I'm fine," I said, though my teeth had begun to chatter.He didn't argue. He simply tilted

Chapter 52 – The King's Mercy

Henry's POVI had served Cedrick since we were boys, and in all those years, I had learned one thing above all else: his silence was more dangerous than any other man's rage.The council chamber was full that morning. Elders lined both sides of the long table, their faces carved in careful neutrality. At the head sat Cedrick, one hand resting on the armrest, the other loosely curled around the stem of a goblet he hadn't touched. His expression was mild. Pleasant, even.That was how I knew someone was about to die.Lord Hargrove stood at the center of the room, sweat beading along his temples despite the cool air. "The discrepancies in the northern grain stores," Cedrick said, his tone conversational. "Three seasons of misreported yields. Significant quantities redirected to private holdings. Would you care to explain?"Hargrove straightened his spine in an effort that was almost admirable. "Your Majesty, the northern territories have suffered drought. The figures reflect natural shor

Chapter 53– What the King Protects

Henry's POVCedrick told everyone to leave.The two attending servants bowed and retreated. I was the last to step toward the door."Henry," he said.I stopped."Have fresh clothes brought. Something that fits her properly." His back was to me. He stood beside the examination table where Beatrice lay half-conscious, her ruined dress still clinging to her skin. "Yes, Your Majesty."I closed the door behind me and posted myself in the corridor outside.Through the wood, I heard water running. The healer's quarters had an adjoining washroom with a copper tub, one typically reserved for treating wounded soldiers after border skirmishes. The pipes groaned as warm water filled it.Then I heard Beatrice."Don't—" Her voice was raw, barely above a whisper. "Don't touch me."Cedrick's response was too low for me to catch the words,there was a brief struggle. The sound of fabric tearing, a sharp intake of breath, then a splash. Silence followed, broken only by the quiet ripple of water.I stoo

Chapter 54 – The Dead Princess's Room

Henry's POVI found Beatrice in the east quarters, sitting on the edge of her bed with a cup of broth in her hands. She had been eating, at least. The color in her face was better than yesterday, though the way she held her shoulders told me the welts beneath her dress were far from healed.She looked up when I entered. Her eyes carried the same quiet wariness they always did around anyone connected to Cedrick. I couldn't blame her."You look better," I said."I've been told that before," she replied. "Usually right before someone gives me bad news."I almost smiled. "Not bad news. An assignment."I pulled a chair from the corner and sat across from her. "The day after tomorrow marks the anniversary of Princess Elara's death. The king's sister," I added, though I suspected she already knew.Beatrice's expression didn't change, but her fingers tightened around the cup."Important guests will be arriving at the palace for the memorial," I continued. "The princess's private chambers need

Chapter 55 – Teach You

Beatrice's POVCedrick's gaze held mine, and I couldn't read a single thing in it. His mother knelt on the floor between us, tears still wet on her cheeks, and the accusation hung in the air like smoke."I didn't touch her," I said. "She tripped on the rug. I was trying to help her when you walked in."Kennedy's face contorted. "She's lying. She put her hands on me—""I didn't." I looked directly at Cedrick, refusing to drop my gaze even as my wolf urged me to lower my eyes before an Alpha. "I would never strike a grieving mother. Regardless of what you think of me, I am not that person."Cedrick said nothing. He crossed the room in three slow strides and helped Kennedy to her feet, his hands careful on her arms. She leaned into him.Then he turned to me."Apologize," he said."For what?" I asked.He said nothing.My jaw tightened. My wolf growled low in my chest, not at him exactly, but at the injustice of it, at being asked to bow for a sin I hadn't committed. I had already been whi

Chapter 56 – Rain and Roses

Beatrice's POVFor the first time since I arrived at this palace, I felt something close to peace.The rehearsal hall was a wide, open space with arched ceilings and tall windows that let the morning light fall in long golden columns across the floor. The wood beneath my bare feet was smooth and warm, worn soft by generations of dancers before me. When the musicians began to play strings first, then the low pulse of a drum, my body remembered what my mind had tried to bury.I danced.My wolf rose with me, her energy threading through my limbs like a second heartbeat, and for the first time in weeks, she wasn't afraid. She was alive.The gamma watched from the side with his arms crossed, nodding once when I finished the final sequence. "You weren't lying," he said. "You can move."I couldn't help it. I smiled.The days that followed took on a rhythm I hadn't expected. Mornings were spent rehearsing with the other dancers for the Harvest Moon Festival. Afternoons I returned to the palac

Chapter 57 – The Wolf at the Table

Henry's POVI knew it was deliberate the moment the wheels hit the puddle.The carriage had been rolling at a steady pace through the market district—a detour forced by the flooding on the eastern bridge. Cedrick had been silent the entire ride, which was not unusual. What was unusual was the way his silence changed when the driver slowed near the row of merchant shops.I followed his gaze through the rain-streaked window. Two figures stood beneath the covered walkway outside a weaver's shop. One was Martin, his cloak soaked and his posture attentive. The other was Beatrice, wearing a dry dress that hadn't been hers an hour ago.They were standing close. Not touching, but close enough that the space between them felt chosen rather than accidental.Cedrick's hand, resting on his knee, curled into a fist so tight the leather of his glove creaked."Drive," he said.The driver obeyed. The carriage surged forward, wheels plowing through the flooded gutter. The wave of muddy water that erup

Chapter 58– Aftermath

Beatrice's POVHis mouth hovered above mine, close enough that I could taste the wine on his breath.Neither of us moved. My hands were still pressed flat against his chest, his heartbeat steady beneath my palms while my own hammered so hard I was certain he could feel it through my ribs. His fingers at my hip tightened, a slow, deliberate pressure that pulled the fabric of my dress taut against my skin."Look at me," he said.I already was, that was the problem. His eyes were fully gold now, his wolf staring through them with an intensity that bypassed every rational thought in my head and spoke directly to my instincts. Cedrick's free hand rose to my face. His thumb traced my jaw, moving along the line of bone slowly, deliberately mapping me, learning the shape of me under the pretense of a touch that asked for nothing. When his thumb reached the corner of my mouth, he paused.His hand slid from my jaw to the back of my neck, fingers threading into my damp hair, and he tilted my he

Chapter 59 – What‘s He to you？！

Henry's POVI saw her before Cedrick did.A flash of white rounding the far corner of the corridor, Beatrice, still in her performance gown, moving fast. Cedrick had been mid-sentence with Elder Thorne, discussing patrol rotations along the southern ridge. His words stopped and his head turned, tracking the movement.His brow furrowed deeply."Excuse me," he said to the elders, though the words carried no apology. He was already walking.I followed. The corridor Beatrice had turned down led to the service elevator at the back of the Palace, a narrow, iron-gated lift used by servants and kitchen staff. By the time we reached it, the gate had already closed. Through the latticed iron, I caught one last glimpse of white fabric disappearing downward."She's headed back to the main palace," I said. "I can send a guard to—"Cedrick raised a hand. I stopped.Footsteps behind us. Martin appeared around the corner, his pace unhurried, his expression carrying only mild curiosity. If he had bee

Chapter 60 –Martin’s Question

Henry's POVI was waiting outside Beatrice's quarters as instructed, standing at attention when Cedrick rounded the corner with his jaw locked and his wolf rolling off him in waves so thick that two passing servants pressed themselves flat against the wall and didn't breathe until he was gone.He stopped when he saw me.I knew that look. "You," he said. "The southern watchtowers haven't been inspected in six months.""Your Majesty, the last inspection was conducted in—""Inspect them again. I want a full written report on my desk by morning."Twelve watchtowers. The southern perimeter stretched forty miles through dense forest and rocky terrain. On foot, in one night, it was barely possible even for a wolf at full sprint.I bowed my head. "Yes, Your Majesty."He walked past me without another word. I caught a trace of something on him as he passed. He smelled like Beatrice, and he was furious about it.I turned south and started walking.The inspection took me through the night and

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