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Aluna’s POVThe door closed behind us with a soft sound, Dalton didn’t let go of my hand. Like he always was when he didn’t want to overwhelm me. His hand lifted slowly, brushing lightly against my cheek, and I felt my breath catch at how simple the gesture was, how much it still managed to affect me.“You don’t have to hold everything together here,” he murmured.My lashes fluttered slightly. “I don’t know how to not do that.”That earned a faint exhale from him, almost like amusement but gentler than that. “Then I’ll remind you,” he said.Before I could respond, his lips met mine lightly, and the world narrowed instantly, not because it disappeared, but because it stopped demanding anything from me.Just this.Just him.My fingers curled into his shirt without permission again, like my body had decided before my thoughts could catch up, but before I could enjoy it, he broke the kiss.“Dalton…” I whispered. His name always sounded different in moments like this. Softer. Heavier. More

Aluna’s POVThat was the first thing that struck me, not their presence itself, but the fact that they had arranged themselves in silence like they had been waiting for a verdict rather than a meeting, like the room had already told them who they were supposed to be before I even stepped through the door.Wilson stood slightly forward, Grace just behind him, my parents to the side, Rowan and Elise, all of them still in that uneasy balance between what they used to believe and what they were being forced to acknowledge now.Dalton offered me his hands and together we climbed to the throne room and he sat besides me while still holding my hands. James came and the moment I sat, the Beta’s voice cut through the air. “Bow.”It was not loud, but it didn’t need to be. It carried something absolute in it that made hesitation irrelevant.They all bowed.Not dramatically, not deeply enough to look like worship, but enough that refusing would have meant something far worse than pride.Wilson lo

Dalton’s POVThe kingdom always felt different on the night of the full moon. Too quiet. Too still. Like even the walls remembered what I became whenever the moon reached its peak.For years, this night had meant pain before anything else. Bloodlust. Loss of control. Chains biting into my skin while I fought against something inside me that never truly felt human. No matter how much discipline I built, no matter how strong I became, the curse always found a way to remind me that it was stronger.Tonight was supposed to be different. Supposed to.But after living with something for that long, you do not simply trust its disappearance because hope suddenly appeared in your life. The study was dim when James entered, the firelight flickering against the walls softly as he closed the door behind him.“You sent for me,” he said. I nodded once from where I stood near the window, my gaze fixed on the moon slowly rising above the kingdom.Bright.Large.Watching.For a moment neither of us s

Grace’s POVI hated this kingdom. I hated the polished floors. The perfect walls. The servants that bowed too easily. The guards that looked at Aluna like she hung the moon itself. I hated all of it.But most of all…I hated the fact that none of it belonged to me. The carriage ride back to the guest wing had been silent after leaving the royal hall earlier that day, and Wilson had barely looked at me once since then. Not once. He sat across from me like I was simply another obligation he had to tolerate because the kingdom expected appearances. That alone was humiliating enough. But it wasn’t new.Nothing about my marriage was new anymore. Not the distance or the silence or even the coldness that filled our room every night while he turned his back to me like touching me had become a responsibility instead of desire.At first I thought marriage to the future Alpha would feel powerful. Important. Like winning. Instead, it became endless pretending. Pretending not to notice the women h

Vanessa’s POVThe servants quarters were colder at night, not physically but motionally. Every wall inside this place reminded me of what I used to be. A warrior. A ranked female trusted near the future king himself. Respected. Desired. Now?I scrubbed floors. Avoided eye contact. Lowered my head whenever royal guards passed by me like I was invisible. All because of her.Aluna.The perfect Queen. The powerful mate. The woman who ruined everything without even trying. The rag in my hand tightened angrily as I cleaned the edge of the hallway floor. I still remembered the humiliation of being stripped of rank publicly. The disappointment in the warriors’ eyes.The whispers.The pity. All because I refused to bow completely to Aluna’s existence. And Dalton… A bitter laugh almost escaped me. Dalton never even looked at me again after the punishment. Not once. Like I had already disappeared from his world.My jaw tightened painfully. The hallway candles flickered suddenly. I froze. Cold