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Asher"Caution does not require cruelty, Asher."Aster’s voice wasn't loud, but it cut through the cavernous council room with the weight of an executioner’s blade. He shut the heavy oak doors behind him, his amber eyes locked on me with an intensity that made the air feel thin."I am not being cruel," I said through gritted teeth, rounding my desk to shuffle a stack of supply manifests I had already reviewed twice. "I am being cautious. She was an exile who arrived during an ambush. She carries baggage from an enemy pack. As Alpha King, it is my job to guard our borders and our house.""Do not hide behind the crown with me," Aster snapped, stepping up to the obsidian table. His hands remained planted at his sides, but his posture was coiled, taut with a protective fury I had rarely seen him direct at me. "Do you know what she just looked like when she walked past me in the gallery? She looked like someone had ripped open an old wound. She thinks you believe she isn't good enough for

JadeI stared down at his hovering hand, my breath hitching in my throat.Can I hold your hand?The question seemed so simple, yet it reverberated through me like a struck bell. In eight years of betrothal, Carter had never once asked for permission to touch me. He took what he considered his—dragging me by the wrist through crowded banquets to display his future Luna, hauling me into formal dances, or tossing an arm around my waist like a heavy, decorative mantle whenever pack politics demanded a show of unity. To an Alpha of Skyton, my body was an entitlement, an accessory to be arranged without consultation.Yet here stood an Alpha King, towering, lethal, and powerful, patiently holding his breath in the autumn chill, waiting for a nod from an exiled she-wolf."Yes," I whispered, the word fragile in the cool evening air.Slowly, carefully, Aster closed the distance. His broad, calloused fingers slid over my knuckles, his palm cupping mine with a gentle, deliberate warmth.There was

JadeA breathless, disbelieving laugh tore from my throat before I could stop it."Don't be ridiculous, Madam Elara," I said, shaking my head as I pulled the heavy leather volume down from the shelf. "King Asher barely tolerates having me in the same room. Half the time he acts as though I'm an administrative pest, and the other half he looks ready to sprint in the opposite direction."The ancient archivist didn't argue. She simply rested both hands over the polished silver crook of her cane, her pale eyes crinkling at the corners with a knowing, infuriatingly patient smile."Men who are indifferent don't flee from the brush of a finger, child," Elara remarked dryly, tapping the stone floor with her cane as she turned toward her desk. "And they certainly don't stand in the shadows of the third aisle staring at the back of your neck for twenty minutes while pretending to read agricultural tax codes from the seventeenth century."Heat rushed up my neck, hot and sudden. "He was checking

JadeThe morning air smelled of crisp pine needles, wet loam, and the unmistakable snap of late autumn.Healer Myron had finally scrawled his signature across Aster’s travel parchment, officially authorizing him for light excursions beyond the palace perimeter so long as he remained within Royal Pack borders. Aster hadn't wasted an hour. Before the midday bells rang, he had two sturdy trail horses saddled, waiting at the lower stables with an easy, boyish grin that made him look younger than I had ever seen him.We rode east, away from the manicured gardens and stone battlements, climbing a winding path lined with golden birch and ancient oaks.The trail ended at the crest of a wide, rolling hill carpeted in wild heather and late-season clover. Below us, the main settlement sprawled across the valley floor like a living tapestry—smoke curling from stone chimneys, children darting between colorful market awnings, and the distant, silver ribbon of the river catching the midday sun."It'

JadeThe dried thorn snapped like brittle bone between my fingers.I didn't sleep that night. Every creak of the floorboards, every draft whistling through the stone sill sounded like footsteps. When Lena walked into my chambers at dawn carrying a tray of chamomile tea and fresh bread, she found me sitting upright in the armchair by the dead hearth, still wearing my woolen skirt and tunic, three folded pieces of parchment arranged neatly on the small side table."My lady?" Lena set the tray down with a clatter, her eyes darting to my pale face and the swollen purple shadows beneath my eyes. "What happened?"Without a word, I pushed the papers toward her.Lena smoothed out the three scraps, her gaze darting from the charcoal scratches of the first two to the fresh, bold ink and the dried red thorn resting beside the third. By the time she finished reading, her hands were shaking with pure, unadulterated fury."That's it," Lena hissed, her voice trembling. "This is not idle court gossip