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The Great Hall of the Kenneally Pack was a cathedral of gold and irony. Heavy chandeliers dripped with crystal, casting a mocking glow over the hundreds of guests who had gathered to celebrate the mid-winter feast. But for Floreighn Amara Kenneally, the hall felt like a tomb.She stood in the center of the marble floor, her knees trembling beneath a dress stained with red wine and filth. Her face was swollen from the "lessons" Kreygan’s hidden subordinates had delivered in the dark, and her hands shook as she clutched a shattered crystal carafe.High on the dais sat the man she loved—the man the Moon Goddess had woven into the very fabric of her soul. Kreygan Lavigne, disguised in the rough tunics of a commoner, sat with his arm draped possessively around her twin, Serefy. To the world, he was a humble laborer. To Floreighn, he was a monster who used their sacred mate bond as a leash to drag her through hell."Look at her," Serefy’s voice rang out, high and melodic, cutting through th

'And that girl? Why do I feel like the bond was actually real?'The thought was a poison. If the bond was real, then he wasn't just rejecting a servant; he was rejecting his own soul. He could feel Floreighn still standing in that alley, her shock and humiliation radiating through the tether like a silver hemorrhage. He felt her knees give out.He felt the exact moment her heart began to bleed."Is something wrong, Greg?" Serefy asked, her voice like honey, though her eyes held the sharp curiosity of a predator. "You look... flushed."Kreygan forced a laugh, the sound hollow in his own ears. "Only dazzled by the sun, My Lady. It is rare to see such beauty in a place so far from the capital."Serefy giggled, leaning into his space. She was beautiful, yes. But the bond remained silent. There was no snap. No roar of recognition. Only the cold, calculated satisfaction of a man who had found the right tool for his throne.Deep in the back of his mind, his Alpha wolf curled into a ball of s

The morning air in the Great Hall was thick with the scent of roasted meat and expensive oils, but to Kreygan, it smelled like burning flesh.He stood behind Serefy’s chair, his hands clasped firmly behind his back. Beneath his leather bracers, his own wrists were screaming.Because of the Mate-Bond, the silver-cauterized wounds inflicted on Floreighn the night before were manifesting on him as phantom burns.Every time she moved a dish, every time the fabric of her sleeve grazed her raw skin, a white-hot bolt of lightning traveled through the bond and struck Kreygan’s soul.‘Endure it,’ he snarled at his wolf, which was currently trying to take control of his vocal cords to let out a pained howl. ‘You are an Alpha. A King. You do not flinch for a servant.’The heavy oak doors creaked open. Floreighn entered, looking like a corpse draped in grey wool. She was pale, her eyes sunken, and her movements were stiff, as if her joints were made of glass. She carried a heavy silver tray—an in