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LARDON VEXLEY POVI simply thought that Draven's affairs had nothing to do with me anymore. Some secrets were better buried deep inside the chest, guarded by cold indifference.Thalia looked surprised for a moment, but soon his fierce expression relaxed into a smooth, easygoing composure. He nodded in firm agreement. "True. For most high-born male wolves, our dignity is kept through silence and absolute coldness."I glanced at the glowing time-rune on my wrist. "Was not your inspection meeting with Frostfang Data Nexus scheduled for the tenth hour?"Thalia nodded, draining his cup. "Yeah, Orion asked me to ride with you to their territory."I did not waste time overthinking it as I stood up. "Let us head to their den now and wrap this blood-contract up early."There was still a massive mountain of engineering work left for the Skyfang Rift project, and every single weapon core required my direct oversight.We arrived at the main keep of Frostfang Data Nexus a short while later. Waitin

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LARDON VEXLEY POVThe line of pack servants bowed their heads and left the high room, their heavy boots echoing off the stone floor.Mireya pulled out his glowing comm-pad and sent a quick message across the territory link, casually telling Cassian Wren, "You and the rest of the blacksmiths go ahead and eat—Draven ordered enough roast meat for everyone."Cassian grinned, his tail practically wagging as he replied, "Well then, I will not stand on ceremony. Looks like I get to enjoy Alpha Calder’s private feast thanks to Master Duskrell’s good graces."Mireya gave a small, self-satisfied laugh and returned to reviewing the weapons scrolls.Cassian walked over to our table, handing out wooden platters heaped with roasted venison and spiced bread to Thalia Runehart and me."You both must be starving," Cassian said, offering a wide smile. "Alpha Calder has a soft spot for the warriors working on this border wall."Thalia’s face remained stiff, his jaw tight. "Is it really proper for a reje

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ORION GREYCLAW POVTavros Kane immediately reached out to shake my hand, his palm rough and scarred from border warfare. "Nighthowl Systems has just launched a major military build. Orion, you must be in high demand these days—everyone’s eyes are on your pack wherever you travel."Draven Calder offered me a polite, shallow nod, his massive Alpha chest expanding with a deep breath. "Master Greyclaw."I returned the gesture with a cold, smooth smile, keeping my hands resting near my leather sword belt. "I manage. Now that we have partnered up with Alpha Calder’s forge at Frostfang Data Nexus, and with the high caliber and discipline of his blacksmiths, I have complete confidence in the Skyfang Rift project—they hardly need me worrying over their kilns."That sharp comment landed like a stone in water.Mireya Duskrell instinctively furrowed his brow, his dark eyes flashing with sudden annoyance.Draven remained completely unfazed, his golden eyes unreadable. "Naturally. You can rest assu

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Draven’s golden eyes darkened until his pupils shrunk to thin, lethal slits as he listened, a sudden, dark flicker of suppressed rage surfacing in his gaze before he finally rumbled into the receiver, "Understood."Cassian hesitated over the link, wanting to urge his Alpha to reconsider, but the cold aura radiating through the signal made him cut the call.Alpha Calder was taking this rejection far too calmly on the surface—which meant his inner wolf was thrashing against its cage.Cassian had always known Mireya Duskrell possessed immense pride—how could he not? He had been celebrated as a scholar since his youth at Silverclaw Academy, breezing through every academic trial, honored by elder wolves, and doted on by Draven himself. It was inevitable that he might overlook political boundaries when dealing with a rival pack.This should have been a simple administrative matter—Mireya simply needed to adjust his forge schedule to match Nighthowl Systems' demands. Yet now, faced with my d

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LARDON VEXLEY POVThis situation? I could not care less.Tavros Kane watched Mireya Duskrell’s sleek profile for a moment, taking in the poised, intelligent confidence he radiated in front of the council. It only made some of the tradition-bound blacksmiths at Nighthowl Systems look even more narrow-minded by comparison. He figured Mireya and the hidden mind behind the Wraithfang Recon Unit project were cut from the same high-born cloth.Lucien Mordane took in the entire scene, choosing not to say another word aloud. Instead, he pulled out his comm-pad and, out of old habit, scrolled down until he found my encrypted handle. He thought about reaching out directly to me but hesitated—it felt too abrupt, too intrusive after everything that had gone down.After considering it for a second, Lucien messaged a different contact on the shadow-network: [I gave your private link to a fellow scholar last sun-cycle. Did you ever reply to him?]There was a long pause before Elias Warwick finally r

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In that split second, I understood—Draven was talking about me forcing Mireya off the Skyfang Rift project.There was nothing in his deep, rumbling voice or harsh face that hinted at actual anger. He was as detached and dominant as ever, cool, arrogant, and completely unreadable.But that sentence.Was he standing in my path to interrogate me over his precious lover?Or was he just throwing sarcastic insults at a rejected mate who dared to fight back?I hesitated, my boots slowing on the stone floor, but I quickly decided it was not worth an ounce of my energy to dissect his hidden motives. Without uttering a word, I took a step to bypass him.Draven did not let me pass so easily, slipping his metal pipe back into his belt and turning his body to block my path once more. "The demand to strip Mireya of his forge authority—was that your personal idea?"Of course it was.I stopped, angling my head up to look him dead in his dark golden eyes, my tone completely flat and devoid of warmth.

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"Master Sterling already secured a superior forge alliance," I said, my voice cutting through the heavy silence of the hall.Tavros Kane blinked, his golden eyes narrowing in disbelief.He adjusted his wolf-hide tunic and shot a sideways glare at Thalia Raventhorne. "Master Raventhorne, I had no idea your packmate had such authority to speak for all of Nighthowl Systems."Ronzek Hale stepped forward, his fists clenching at his sides. "Lardon, watch your tongue when speaking to a northern Alpha's bloodline."I did not flinch. My pulse hammered a steady, furious rhythm against my ribs."Nighthowl Systems does not trade with packs that doubt our capability," I replied, my gaze cold as winter ice.Orion Greyclaw walked back into the hall just then, holding two steaming cups of spiced tea. He handed one directly to me."Half-sweet, no honey," Orion murmured, his thumb brushing my knuckles with warm familiarity. "Drink this. You look pale."I took the cup from his palm, letting a faint smir

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LARDON VEXLEY POVFaris nodded at just the right moment, his soft eyes pleading with his brother.I glanced at Faris, hesitated, then finally agreed. "Thank you, Lucien. I owe you one."After all, I had no business dealing with Lucien Mordane unless it was absolutely necessary for my family's survival, and I hated being indebted to high-born males.Lucien could clearly sense the icy boundary I kept between us. He paused, his sharp jaw tightening slightly, but he gave a single, firm nod. "Alright. I will notify the high healer to prepare the blood-cleansing herbs."I found an excuse to slip away, my boots echoing down the cold stone corridor.Faris watched my retreating back with a soft, concerned frown.Then he turned to Lucien, tugging at the edge of his leather tunic. "Brother, is Lardon's Alpha really that cruel? He is gravely ill from core exhaustion, yet Alpha Calder does not even bother to guard his bedside or offer his healing scent. I would never take a mate who treats me like

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LARDON VEXLEY POVI recognized that broad, muscular silhouette on the screen instantly—it was Mireya Duskrell, no doubt about it.Especially after Tavros Kane added a text note across the pack channel: [Come help us brainstorm the layout.]They were probably going over how to gut and rebuild my former mating lodge from the ground up, turning my sanctuary into a playground for an Alpha and his new chosen favorite.Truth be told, I had already guessed as much when my grandmother called earlier in the afternoon. Draven Calder had authorized enforcers to bulldoze our marital home just to build something brand new for Mireya. After all, that estate sat on prime high-altitude land with a heavy concentration of spirit-meadow air in Bloodmoon Territory.There was nothing to fault about its location."So you are just letting him move into the lodge where you and Draven lived for three full sun-cycles? Planning to pack him up and hand him the keys?" Orion Greyclaw could not help but frown, his

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LARDON VEXLEY POVThe ancient Matriarch glanced between the two of us, then strode over and gave Draven Calder a sharp smack on his massive arm. "You stubborn Alpha, why are you not even speaking to Lardon? When are you going to fix that cold attitude of yours?"She had noticed, of course—ever since Draven walked through the heavy archway, his attention had been glued to a bundle of leather tactical scrolls, as if ancient strategy was more interesting than Lardon Vexley could ever be.Tavros Kane, overhearing through the open comm-link, chimed in with a low, mocking laugh. "He is just worried that if he shows your unranked male a shred of warmth, Lardon will get crazy ideas and refuse to sign the final severance scrolls. Males like him... they always cling to the bond in the end."Especially a male like me, who had spent three years desperate to earn his Alpha's approval.Draven ignored Tavros's taunt, cutting the spirit-link without uttering

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