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Damon POVThe guard’s urgent words echoed in my head as I followed him back toward the Alpha House at a brisk pace. My muscles still burned from the long run, but the exhaustion was nothing compared to the storm brewing inside my chest. Last night’s memories kept flashing through my mind—Elliot’s soft moans, the way his body had felt under mine, the peace I had felt holding him. Now that peace felt tainted. Dangerous.When we reached the Alpha Quarters, the atmosphere was heavy with tension. Warriors stood guard outside the heavy wooden doors, their faces grim. I pushed past them without waiting for permission.Inside, my father, Alpha Richard, sat in his high-backed chair like a king holding court. His face was pale, but his eyes burned with barely contained fury. In the center of the room, two guards held a woman on her knees. Elliot’s mother.She looked nothing like the composed woman who had married into our family. Her hair was messy, eyes wide with panic, and her hands trembled

Elliot POV The words kept echoing in my head. Take you to the dungeon. They didn’t make sense. None of this made sense. My heart pounded wildly as the guards dragged me down the hallway. I stumbled several times, my legs still sore and weak, but they didn’t slow down. Their grips remained firm around my arms, making it clear they weren’t going to let me go. “There has to be some mistake,” I said desperately. “Please, tell me what’s happening.” Neither guard answered. I looked from one face to the other. Nothing. No sympathy. No explanation. Just cold silence. Fear began growing inside my chest. “Did something happen to Alpha Richard?” I asked. “Is Damon alright?” Still nothing. The guards continued walking. The further we moved through the Alpha House, the more attention we attracted. Servants stopped working to stare. Warriors standing guard turned their heads as we passed. Even some pack members who happened to be inside the house openly whispered to one another. I

Damon POVThe cell fell silent except for our ragged breathing.My wolf finally settled, satisfied after taking what it wanted. Elliot was limp in my arms, trembling, covered in fresh marks and my scent. His head rested against my chest as he tried to catch his breath. For a moment, the mate bond felt warm and content.Then reality crashed over me like ice water.I looked around the dim dungeon cell. Elliot’s mother sat in the corner with her back turned, shoulders shaking. The damp stone walls, the iron bars, the smell of mold and despair, it all hit me at once. I had just fucked my mate hard in a prison cell while his mother was locked in the same space. My father’s would-be killer.Disgust rolled through me.What the hell was wrong with me?I gently lowered Elliot to the floor and pulled away. My hands were still shaking as I fixed my clothes. He looked up at me with those soft, trusting eyes, still dazed from everything we had just done. His lips were swollen. His neck was covered

Elliot POVThree days.That was how long we remained inside the dungeon.Three endless days of cold stone floors, stale bread, and silence.No one came to visit me.No one asked if I was alright.No one cared.The only people who ever appeared were the guards bringing food twice a day, and even they refused to look me in the eye.My mother barely spoke anymore.She spent most of her time staring blankly at the wall, as if she had already accepted whatever punishment awaited her.I couldn’t forgive her.Not yet.Maybe not ever.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Damon walking away from me.Every time I touched my chest, I felt the pain of his rejection all over again.The mate bond still existed.Weak.Damaged.Painful.Like a wound that refused to heal.I stopped crying after the second day.Not because I felt better.Because I had no tears left.On the morning of the fourth day, heavy footsteps echoed through the corridor.Several guards appeared outside our cell.“The Alpha Council

Elliot POVI finally realized they were going to kill me.Not today.Maybe not tomorrow.But someday.That realization came on a cold afternoon while I was carrying sacks of grain from the storage house to the kitchens. My shoulders already ached from hours of work when I noticed Brandon and four other young Alphas standing in the middle of the path.They weren’t smiling.They were waiting.The moment I got close, Brandon stepped in front of me.“Where do you think you’re going, poisoner’s son?”I lowered my eyes.“The kitchens.”He kicked one of the sacks from my shoulder.It burst open the moment it hit the ground.Grain scattered everywhere.The others laughed.“I’ll clean it up,” I said quietly.“You’ll do more than that.”Before I could react, someone shoved me hard from behind.I stumbled forward and hit the dirt.Pain shot through my knees.Another kick landed in my side.Then another.I curled up instinctively, trying to protect myself.“Stop!” I gasped.Nobody listened.“You