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Ivy's POVThe mountain air was so cold it burned my lungs with every breath, but the man kneeling in the snow before me did not move an inch."Queen Martha..." I whispered, the words tasting like ash and snow on my cracked lips. "My mother... was a garden servant. She washed floors. She died in Sabastian's cellars when I was a baby.""She was betrayed, Princess Ivy," the lead warrior said, keeping his head bowed low. "My name is Commander Boris of the Frost-Fang Dominion. Eighteen years ago, Sabastian Frey brought war to our northern borders. He stole our Queen, locked her away from her people, and lied to the world about her bloodline."I clutched my stomach tightly. Deep inside me, a strange, warm pulse flared up, spreading a soothing heat through my frozen veins. The silver burns on my wrists began to itch and tingle as tiny blue sparks played across my skin."She is dead," I sobbed, tears freezing on my pale cheeks. "They told me she was weak. They told me I was nothing.""Sabasti

Ivy's POVThe breath left my lungs all at once."Twins...?" I echoed, my raspy voice barely audible over the groans of the wounded warriors filling the dim stone hall.My mother kept her glowing, silver-dusted hands pressed flat against my lower belly, her pale face completely drained of color. "Yes, Ivy. Two distinct life forces... two beating hearts."I looked down at my abdomen, my bandaged hands trembling as I placed them over hers. Deep inside the warm center of my body, the faint, gentle pulse I had felt for weeks split into two unmistakable, rhythmic beats. One beat felt cool, steady, and soothing like a quiet snowfall. The other thrummed with a heavy, restless heat that sent a sharp spike of raw power through my blood."How is that possible?" I whispered, fresh tears spilling down my bruised cheeks. "I'm just an Omega... my wolf was poison-bound for months...""You are no Omega," my mother said softly, her thumb gently wiping a tear from my eye. She leaned closer, her voice dr

Ivy's POVThe heavy iron bells at the peak of the sanctuary tower began to ring, sending low, terrifying booms echoing through the dark mountain hall."Evacuate the lower rooms!" the lead guard’s voice roared over the chaos, echoing down the stone corridors. "Move the wounded to the rear tunnel! Move, move, move!"Thick black smoke billowed through the open windows of the stone hall. Outside, distant gunshots and heavy explosions shook the mountain, causing dust and tiny bits of rock to rain down from the ceiling. The secondary Blood Moon strike team had breached the perimeter, and they were tearing through the compound with raw violence.I pushed myself off the wooden bench, my legs shaking violently under my weight. My hands went instantly to my stomach, protectively shielding the delicate pulse deep inside my weak body."Ivy, no!" my mother cried out, reaching to grab my arm as healers rushed past us carrying wooden stretchers loaded with bleeding warriors. "You are too weak! Your

Cassian’s POVThe heavy oak desk in my private study was covered in endless maps, pack ledgers, and trade agreements, but I hadn't read a single line of text in over two hours.Outside the tall stained-glass windows, a cold, violent rain lashed against the stone walls of the black tower. Lightning flashed across the dark night sky, illuminating the quiet room in sharp, ghost-white bursts.I sat back in my high-backed leather chair, staring blankly at the empty glass of whiskey resting in my palm.My mind was somewhere else entirely.It was out in the freezing northern ridges. It was in the dark, snow-covered forests where her scent—that sweet, distinct mix of crushed pine needles and royal frost—had completely vanished into thin air three weeks ago.Ivy.Even now, weeks after I had spoken the sharp words of rejection under the blinding light of the full moon, her face remained burned into the back of my eyelids. I could still hear the sickening sound of her knees hitting the hard ston