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Veda’s POV I backed away from him, my bare feet sliding against the cold marble floor until my shoulder blades hit the stone pillar near the terrace doors.The blue moonlight cut across the master suite, throwing Rowan’s towering silhouette into stark, terrifying relief. He hadn't moved since he uttered those words. He stood in the center of the dark room, a naked god of war and scars, his chest still heaving with the residual, feral heat of his alpha rage. The heavy scent of rain and ash was a thick, suffocating cloud in the air, wrapping around my throat, demanding a submission I was fighting with everything I had left."You're suffocating me, Rowan," I breathed, my voice a frayed, volatile wire that cut through the sound of the crashing waves outside. My hands were trembling where they clutched the edge of my white lace slip. "You didn't just defend a boundary line at the harbor today. You looked like you wanted to execute every single living soul who turned their head in my direc

Veda’s POV A single printed slip of paper shattered the fragile sanctuary I had begun to build.I found it slipped beneath the threshold of the terrace doors after breakfast. It was an anonymous, heavy stock parchment with no crest and no return address. The words printed on it were sharp, clinical, and laced with a toxic poison that bypassed my defenses and plunged straight into my old wounds.“A pretty bird in a gilded cage. Do you truly believe the Butcher has a heart, little omega? The West District lineage contracts were frozen the morning you arrived. He didn’t take you for your laugh or your vanilla scent. He took you because forcing the Crown Prince to watch his fated mate wear Kingsley black is the ultimate political castration. You are a shield, Veda. The moment Julian breaks, your value drops to zero.”I sat on the velvet chaise lounge, the paper crumpled tightly in my fist until my knuckles turned white. The sapphire ring on my finger, the deep, midnight-blue stone Rowan

Veda’s POV I woke with his heavy, gravelly vow still echoing through the quietest chambers of my soul.“If this marriage stopped benefiting the West District tomorrow, I wouldn't let you go. I would murder the entire Council, I would slaughter Julian’s loyalists, and I would burn Kings City to the bedrock before I ever let another male breathe your air.”The words had rooted themselves beneath my skin, a dark, permanent foundation that layout alongside the violent thrum of his mating mark. As the morning light broke over the white stone walls of the island suite, casting long, pale amber blocks across the discarded silk sheets, I lay completely still. My face was pressed against the warm, bare expanse of Rowan’s chest. He was already awake—I could tell by the deep, steady vibration of his ribcage and the absolute, unwavering focus of his slate-grey eyes tracking the top of my head.I couldn't stop thinking about what he had admitted.It was a terrifying, addictive poison to realize

“You look happy.”The voice cut through the heavy, dim silence of the eastern gallery like a jagged piece of glass.I stopped dead in my tracks, my fingers automatically curling around the cold stone of the balustrade. The welcoming ceremony had dissolved into the grand halls of the estate twenty minutes ago, leaving the outdoor corridors draped in the dark, indigo shadows of a rainy twilight. I had stepped away from the suffocating heat of the reception to breathe the sharp, wet sea air, but the scent that filled my nostrils now wasn't rain.It was a sharp, sour wave of ozone and stale liquor.Julian stepped out from the recess of a massive stone pillar, his golden hair damp and unruly, his dark velvet coat unbuttoned to reveal the frantic, erratic rise and fall of his chest. He looked unhinged, his golden alpha eyes bleeding into a toxic, bloodshot amber as they locked onto my face. He didn't keep his distance. He closed the gap between us with a reckless, heavy stride until he wa

Veda’s POV The whispered malice of old men traveled through the thick stone walls of the Kingsley fortress like a slow, toxic vapor.I stood in the recessed shadow of the grand library gallery, my fingers clutching the smooth marble balustrade so tightly the sapphire ring on my finger bit into my skin. Below, in the dim, amber-lit smoking lounge, the clink of crystal decanters and the heavy, expensive scent of tobacco were punctuated by the sharp, acidic trace of disgruntled alpha elders. They thought they were alone. They thought the heavy velvet drapes and the crackle of the hearth would drown out their treason."He's bleeding power," a dry, raspy voice hissed—Elder Vance’s primary ally on the judiciary committee. "The Enforcer line has been managed with ice and iron for forty years. Now, Rowan skips tactical briefings because the omega is restless? He humbles a regional alpha in an open port over a glance, and last night he nearly executed the Crown Prince on the gallery steps be