“You need to drink this whole bowl of wolfsbane broth before your scent makes the entire Ashcroft territory go wild, Eloise.”Lucan Ashcroft didn’t lower the tray. He stood at the edge of the stone archway inside the Ashcroft Silverclaw Citadel, his deep amber eyes fixed on me like a predator tracking a weak scent.I looked down at my trembling, oversized human fingers and shoved my hands deep into the pockets of my tunic. Being born human inside the Hollowmere Moonfang Pack made me a physical outsider—soft, broad-built, and lacking a protective fur form. But standing inside the Alpha King’s private den with Lucan’s terrifying, pureblood pressure weighing down the room, my stomach twisted into a hard knot.“Why are you even back from the Moonsong Dominion Hall this early?” I asked, my voice cracking slightly. I hated how small I sounded next to him.He didn’t answer right away. He set the heavy clay bowl onto the carved timber table, stepped close enough that I could smell the sharp,

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"If Sunhowl Bard Guild thinks they can twist my silence into an admission of guilt, they are dead wrong," I snap, my voice echoing off the stone walls of the private quarters in Moonsong Dominion Hall.My human heart hammers violently inside my chest, the sheer intensity of the silver-blood magic in the room making my skin flush hot. Sunhowl released another statement declaring that if I just apologize to Naomi, their pack will generously forgive my so-called arrogance. The pack media networks are devouring it, whipping the five territories into a frenzy while my own supporters sit in agonizing silence, terrified that the standing I fought so hard to build is about to crumble into dust."Let them dig their own graves, my sweet human," Lucan rumbles, his massive arms sliding around my waist from behind. His thick, warm body pins my lush curves flush against his iron chest, his broad hand cupping the full curve of my hip with possessive, territorial force. "A rogue wolf who barks too lo

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"Every piece of evidence resting in this crystal lattice reflects the absolute word of the Moonsong Dominion," Master Peter rumbles, his voice cutting through the thick, tense air of the Pack Assembly Hall. "If any pack scribe dares to challenge the authenticity of these recordings, they are openly challenging the sacred honor of our territory!"Dozens of recording crystals hover in the dim light, their blue beams casting long shadows across the stone floor. Every single scribe in the room sits frozen, their claws poised over parchment, their eyes locked on the glowing projection floating in the center of the chamber. The footage leaves no room for doubt—I never touched the cursed trinket that turned the territory against me.Master Peter scans the silent crowd, his sharp, golden wolf-eyes narrowing at a cluster of heralds belonging to the Silverhowl Bard Guild. They sit in the front row, their mouths half-open, their smug expressions completely shattered."That is the absolute truth,

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"Welcome," Ronan Stormclaw says smoothly, rising from his chair and extending a gloved hand. "I am the chief representative for Eloise Hollowmere. My name is Ronan."The assistant hesitates, her throat dry as she looks at the aristocratic male standing before her. "I... I didn't have a choice back then. If I disobeyed Naomi, she would have had her pack elders throw my family off their hunting grounds.""Peace, little wolf," Ronan says softly, his tone dripping with effortless charm as he gestures for her to sit. "We know where the poison came from. If you stand with us now and speak the absolute truth, the Moonsong Dominion will shield you from any retaliation. We will even grant you a permanent position within the Moonsong Archive."He slides a blank piece of parchment and a charcoal quill across the mahogany table toward her."All you need to do is write a full, honest account of how Naomi hid the diamond and staged the curse. Once you walk through that door, Silverhowl will never b

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“I never asked for your pity, High Alpha Osric!” I snarled, my voice tearing through the tense silence of the Pack Assembly Hall.My knuckles turned white as I slammed my hands onto the polished obsidian table, my plus-size frame trembling not with fear, but with a sudden, surging rage. Born a powerless human in the Hollowmere Moonfang Pack, I had spent twenty-three years enduring the sneers of full-blooded wolves. I wasn't going to let the Supreme Alpha of the Ashcroft Silverclaw Royal Pack talk down to me like I was roadkill.High Alpha Osric Ashcroft didn't even flinch. His cold, amber eyes locked onto mine, radiating pure, suffocating pressure that forced two pack elders behind me to drop to their knees.“You hold a tongue far too sharp for a human female, Eloise Hollowmere,” High Alpha Osric purred, his voice a low, rumbling growl that vibrated through the floorboards. “You stand in my Alpha Dominion Hall, accused of sabotaging our sacred Moon Gift ceremony, and you dare raise yo

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