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Cain gripped my waist, his red eyes churning with panic: “Isolde, I lost control during a heat cycle. I’ll have her get rid of the pup immediately.” I was the fated mate of Cain Blake, Alpha of the Nightshade Pack — the recognized Luna of the entire wolf clan. Until the day of pup Kaden’s first birthday celebration, when Ella appeared at the oak gates of the territory, her belly swollen. Every werewolf’s gaze fell on me. I had become the laughingstock of the entire Nightshade Pack. “Alright. I believe you.” But five years later, I went to the healing center for a routine check-up. From the private room next door, Ella’s voice drifted through the wall: “Cain, this is all your fault. If I hadn’t given birth to Bailey for you, why would I be going through all this.” “I don’t want the pack’s resources. I want you to get rid of Isolde and officially mark me as Luna.” My hand froze on the door handle. When I came to my senses, I submitted a mate bond dissolution request directly through the wolf clan’s municipal hall communication system. There was no need for Cain to abandon me. I was the one letting him go first. …… The moment the submission was confirmed, a mind-link came through on Cain’s private channel. His voice was casual, the background filled with the noise of pack affairs. “Isolde, the pack is marking out new territory today. I won’t be back to the main house tonight.” I raised my hand and touched my face. For him, I had endured my wolf spirit’s rejection and injected the pack’s specially formulated anti-aging serum. All because of one thing he had once said: “Isolde, after female werewolves pass thirty, their skin loses its warmth. I prefer the feel of an eighteen-year-old female.” I was never the type to bother with even earrings, yet again and again I had bent myself to please him. And behind my back, he had fathered a pup with Ella. “Alright.” I replied through the mind-link. My tone was so calm it felt foreign even to myself. Cain’s consciousness paused. He probably hadn’t expected me to be so cold. He seemed about to say something more, but I cut the link. Then I sent him a recording of what Ella had said at the healing center through the pack’s communication system, and added one line: “See you at the municipal hall.” Less than half an hour later, Cain’s SUV crunched over the fallen leaves of the territory and came charging back to the main house. Kaden’s small figure came bounding over, wolf ears drooping, his voice soft and childlike: “Mama!” I stared at Cain, all the words I wanted to say stuck in my throat. He grinned like a scoundrel, scooping Kaden up in his arms, his wolf tail sweeping gently across the pup’s back: “Kaden, how about we all go hunting in the Full Moon Forest tonight?” “Yes, yes!” Kaden cheered, waving his little wolf claws. I could see it clearly. He was using Kaden to threaten me. Five years ago, when Kaden found out we were dissolving the mate bond, his wolf spirit went into violent revolt. His small body convulsed on the ground, yet he clung desperately to the hem of my clothes: “Mama, please don’t break the bond with Papa. Please.” My heart felt cut to pieces. In the end, I gave in for the sake of the pup. This was his usual move. But just as we were about to head out, Ella appeared. She stood on the stone path in front of the main house, eyes rimmed red, leading by the hand a pup about the same age as Kaden — Bailey. She knelt directly in front of me, wolf tail curled to her side, humbling herself to the ground. “Sister, please, give Cain back to me. Today is Bailey’s birthday. He needs his Alpha’s presence.” Bailey burst into wails, kicking at the ground with his short little legs: “I want Papa! I want my Alpha Papa!” Kaden, who was holding my hand, went suddenly rigid. His wolf ears flattened. His face went white as paper. I turned to look at Cain. A flash of struggle crossed his red eyes. I had just reached out to grab his wrist when he turned and walked to Ella’s side. “We’ll go hunting another day,” he said to me, his voice laced with apology. Something inside my mind snapped. After that scene five years ago, Kaden could no longer hold his head up among the other pups in the pack. There were always pups pointing at his back and jeering: “A wild pup with no father.” “The pathetic cub of a Luna who can’t keep her Alpha.” Kaden had once broken down and climbed the pack’s watchtower, nearly jumping off. It was I who knelt at the base of the tower, soothing him with my wolf spirit’s aura, that talked him back down. Afterward, Cain sent the most precious wolf-fang ornaments and snow-fox furs. But what use were all the pack’s resources to me? The entire Nightshade Pack knew those things were earned by Kaden and me at the cost of a layer of our skin. “Cain, if you dare walk away, Kaden and I will truly cut all ties with you.” My wolf spirit let out a low growl in my chest, my red eyes locked onto him. Cain’s heart tightened. The next second, Ella grabbed Bailey and bolted toward the road outside the territory: “What’s the point of living if we’re treated like this! We might as well get hit by a car and die on the road!” Cain’s eyes went wide with fury. He shoved me aside and sprinted after Ella into the traffic. I fell onto the stone steps of the path, my forehead striking the flagstone. Blood trickled down my cheek. Kaden cried out. He threw his small body over mine to shield me, tore off his little jacket to press against my wound, then ran after Cain and grabbed the hem of his trousers with his little wolf claws: “Papa! Mama is hurt! Take her to the healing center!” Cain’s face was full of impatience, his attention entirely on sheltering Ella in his arms. Then Bailey suddenly let out a shriek. Ella thrust Bailey’s reddened wrist at Kaden and screamed: “Why did you pinch him! He’s just a pup! What are you two trying to do! If you want to hit someone, come after me!” She raised her hand and slapped herself hard across the cheek. A werewolf’s self-healing made the redness flare and fade quickly, leaving only a disheveled appearance. Cain lost all reason in his protectiveness, and raised his hand to strike Kaden across the face. “You’re just like your mother! Spoiled to have no regard for anyone!” He immediately contacted the Iron Blood Training Camp through the pack’s communication system: “I have an out-of-control pup here. Come pick him up immediately.” Kaden crumpled to the ground, one cheek swollen red, wolf ears flat against his head, staring blankly at Cain. He only murmured: “I didn’t pinch him. I didn’t…” I pushed myself up and stepped in front of Kaden. “What gives you the right to hit him! What gives you the right to accuse him of something he didn’t do!” Cain’s eyes held only Ella and Bailey. He wouldn’t give Kaden or me even a single glance. A black van pulled up alongside the stone path. Several werewolves in training camp uniforms jumped out and moved to drag Kaden away without a word. The Iron Blood Training Camp — the pack’s notoriously brutal pup disciplinary facility. The trainers there routinely beat and punished the pups. Just last year, one pup had been beaten so severely that his wolf spirit was weakened, leaving him permanently unable to shift.

My Kaden was a pureblooded pup of the Nightshade Pack. What right did anyone have to make him suffer like this? My eyes went red. I threw myself in front of Kaden, snarling like a wolf that had lost all control: “Get away! I will die before I let you take him!” Seeing the wound on my forehead still bleeding, Cain’s eyes flickered briefly with something soft. Ella immediately burst into tears, speaking in a persuasive tone: “Sister, you’re harming Kaden like this. If he’s made mistakes and you won’t correct them, and you stop others from helping discipline him — even if his wolf spirit awakens, he’ll only grow more extreme.” Cain set aside his hesitation. He yanked me aside and let those tall werewolves roughly drag Kaden into the van. “Mama! Mama, save me!” Kaden’s cries tore through my wolf spirit. I chased after the van and slipped on the moss of the stone path, falling to the ground in a heap. Passersby who didn’t understand the situation, seeing Cain sheltering Ella and her pup, assumed I was a low-ranking female clinging to the Alpha. They pulled out their communicators to record my collapse. The pack’s public channel was flooded with mockery. “This female has no shame — acting like a mistress and daring to make a scene.” “Clinging to the Alpha like a rogue wolf. The guards should throw her into the punishment cell.” Not far away, Ella leaned into Cain’s arms, as docile as a tame little wolf. But her eyes were filled with thick contempt. She mouthed two words at me — “Useless.” A trace of reluctance crossed Cain’s face and he moved to help me up. Ella immediately collapsed against him, clutching her head: “Cain, my wolf spirit is in so much pain.” Cain withdrew his gaze and carried Ella horizontally in his arms, walking to the car. As the car passed me, Ella rolled down the window and flashed the smile of a victor. But by now, I no longer cared about any of this. I rushed back to the main house, packed bags for Kaden and myself, and used private resources to hire three high-ranking wolf warriors as escorts. Everything was prepared. I only had to wait for dawn to go and break Kaden out of the training camp. At midnight, Cain — whom I’d thought would never come back — pushed open the door of the main house. He was thoroughly drunk, his wolf spirit’s aura in disarray. The moment he saw me, he grabbed my jaw. “Isolde, what’s with that look on your face.” “Ella and Bailey — I’ll keep them in the secondary residence. They won’t threaten your position as Luna. Why won’t you just give a little ground?” Give ground? Five years ago I gave ground. And what happened? He and Ella had a pup together. My Kaden suffered every indignity. Ella’s social platform was filled with photos of their family of three celebrating a birthday in the Full Moon Forest. And now Kaden was still trapped in the cold Iron Blood Training Camp. Cain’s palm smoothed across my cheek, infatuation in his red eyes. “Isolde, let’s have another pup — a girl this time. Once we have both a son and a daughter, you won’t want to leave me anymore.” He pinned me on the sofa, his hand sliding up my thigh, his wolf spirit’s aura wrapping around me with possessiveness. I raised my hand and slapped him across the face. The sound rang out sharp and piercing in the quiet main house. Cain froze. “Have you lost your mind!” I pushed him off, pulled out the mate bond dissolution agreement I’d already prepared, and flung it in front of him. “Sign it.” Cain’s expression turned ominous. The alcohol had dulled his reason. This was the first time he hadn’t backed down in front of me. He picked up the pen and pointed at the signature line: “Are you sure?” “Yes.” I enunciated each word. Cain’s eyes went bloodshot, the veins in his neck standing out. He signed his name cleanly. “Isolde, I’ll be waiting for you to come crawling back.” I paid him no attention. I picked up the signed agreement and my bags, pushed open the door, and walked out of the main house I had lived in for seven years.

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During the request segment, I gripped the ring box in my pocket. Eight years together. Tonight, I’m proposing to Lucian Vance. The spotlight stopped on me. Sadie screamed in my earpiece. “Go!” I took the mic and looked at Lucian, face burning. He glanced at me, raised his hand, and took the mic. He turned and handed it to his assistant Chloe Reed on his other side. “The light hit her first. It’s Chloe’s first live show. Let her have it.” He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. Gentle as always. Chloe took the mic, eyes wide, and picked a love song. Lucian clapped first. Sadie’s voice changed in my earpiece. “Chloe Reed again?” I almost laughed. Lucian had no idea. This wasn’t just a mic. This was the last chance I was giving us. In one week, the Sterlings would announce my goodbye. …… The singer froze for a few seconds, cleared his throat, and started warming up the crowd again. Sadie had lost it in my earpiece. “What is wrong with him? New Year’s fireworks, he brought Chloe. Your birthday dinner, he brought Chloe. Now the concert too? Is he dating you or babysitting the intern?” Sadie stopped herself. “Sera, that came out wrong.” I managed a laugh. She wasn’t wrong. Lucian brought his little assistant everywhere. He said it was for work. Sadie lowered her voice. “Everyone’s at the restaurant. Balloons are set, banner’s up. Just waiting for you two. Then he pulls this. I could kill him.” She paused. “Should we still wait?” I forced a smile. “Don’t.” What was there to wait for? The mic wasn’t even in my hands. I took out the earpiece and shoved it in my pocket. My fingers touched the ring box. The corner dug into my skin. One carat. I’d spent weeks on the setting. I’d waited until Lucian was asleep, wrapped a string around his ring finger, and took it to the jeweler. For tonight, I’d called the organizers two months early and filmed a three-minute video. Eight years together. Our friends filmed their blessings one by one. The last frame was me looking into the camera, saying the words. I filmed it seventeen times before I got a take where my smile didn’t shake. Chloe’s song ended. The crowd went wild with cheers and whistles. Everyone probably thought she and Lucian were the couple. Lucian glanced at me. Like he just noticed I wasn’t clapping. “What’s wrong?” I said nothing. The show ended and the crowd pushed toward the exits. He walked beside me, arm around my shoulder, keeping me from the crowd. “Sulking? Over a song request? Seriously.” He was on his phone, not looking up. “I’ll book you a whole show later. Pick whatever you want.” Sometime. Next time. Later. His three favorite words. “Lucian.” I stopped walking. He didn’t. Took two more steps before turning back. “We had a deal. Eight years, you’d give me an answer. It’s been eight years.” He put his phone away, looked at me, and smiled. That “here we go again” smile. “What’s the rush? I’ve got five deals going before year-end. Once things settle after New Year’s, I’ll take care of the wedding.” After New Year’s. Pushed back one more notch. He’d said the same thing three years ago. The first time I took him home. Flights were booked. The day before, his secretary said there was an urgent pitch deck. He canceled his ticket. He’d said the same thing then. “What’s the rush? I’ll meet them eventually.” I flew alone with two sets of gifts. My dad asked where he was. I smiled and said work came up. The car pulled into the garage and stopped. He leaned over and rubbed my earlobe with his thumb, barely touching. “I’ll get you that bracelet you liked, as an apology. Deal?” I turned my head away from his hand. He froze. “Lucian, stop.” “I don’t need it anymore.”

Lucian raised an eyebrow and tapped the steering wheel. “Oh great, you’re mad again. Go home, sleep it off. You’ll feel better tomorrow.” He glanced at his phone and muttered. “Chloe left something at the venue. I’ll go back and find it.” I nodded. “Okay.” Got out. Closed the door. He watched me from the driver’s seat for two seconds. Something felt off. Then the taillights flashed and the car pulled away. I went upstairs alone. His jacket hung over the back of the couch. The collar still smelled like cedar. The balcony door was half open. Words were carved into the railing. He’d scratched them with a key the day we moved in. Crooked letters. A strip of paint scraped off. “Seraphina Sterling, one day I’m going to marry you.” He’d just closed his first round of funding. On top of the world. He picked me up and spun me around twice in the empty living room. “Once I’ve made it, I’ll give you the wedding of a lifetime.” I believed him. I waited eight years. Year one, he said the company was just starting. Give it time. Year three, he said they were expanding. He couldn’t leave. Year five, he said it was almost done. Next year for sure. Year eight. I stood on the balcony, tracing the carved words with my finger. Where the paint had chipped, rust had crept in. The ring box pressed hard against my hip. I took it out. Opened it. The diamond caught a bit of light from the living room and flashed. If he wasn’t going to ask, I would. Three months of working up the nerve. Calling the organizers, filming the video, buying the ring, getting Sadie and the others to set up the restaurant. And I barely touched the mic. The lock clicked. I put the ring away. Lucian walked in and tossed his keys on the console table. He saw me looking at the balcony railing and raised an eyebrow. “What’s so interesting? Come to bed.” I didn’t move. “Did you find it for her?” “Yeah.” He walked past me and started taking off his watch. “Lucian.” I stopped him. “It’s over.” His hands stopped for a beat. Then he scoffed. “Over a song request? Really?” “She’s never been to a live show. What’s wrong with letting her have a turn?” “I can’t have another woman around besides you?” He sounded tired. “Enough. I said I’d book you a show. Go to sleep. I have investors tomorrow.” He kept walking toward the bedroom. I looked at him walking away. “The Sterlings are hosting a dinner next week. They’ll make an announcement.” “After that, we’re done.”

Lucian stopped. He turned, leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “Seraphina, let me be clear.” His tone went cold. “Getting your family to pressure me into a proposal won’t work.” “You’re that desperate to get married?” “What do you mean ‘done’? Is that a threat? Or are you playing hard to get?” I didn’t answer. He had no idea this dinner had nothing to do with him. The Sterlings were going to announce that I was giving up my position as heir. That I was joining a classified federal research program. Eight years. After that, I would disappear. No public appearances. No trace. The dinner was the Sterlings’ way of closing the book. Telling everyone: Seraphina Sterling is gone. Don’t look for her. Don’t ask. But he took it for granted I’d always be there. His voice went low. Worse than shouting. “What did your idiot friends put you up to? It has to be this year? Right now? Do you know how busy I am?” Busy. He was busy. Busy on forty-minute “work calls” with Chloe at midnight. Busy memorizing Chloe’s coffee order but forgetting my allergies. Busy throwing Chloe a birthday party with a balloon wall. Calling her “the team’s little ray of sunshine.” His time, his attention, his care. All spoken for. Just not for me. “I’m in crunch mode. Three rounds of investors before year-end. Every step matters.” He pressed his fingers between his eyes. “What are you trying to pull?” “Calm down and think about what you’re doing.” He turned to leave. “Lucian.” He stopped. “You’re right. I am playing hard to get.” I looked at his back. “So. Will you marry me?”

Lucian didn’t turn around. A few seconds of silence. “Get some rest.” He walked into the study and closed the door. Something sour spread through my chest. I knew the answer. I asked anyway. Maybe eight years isn’t something you just let go of. But this was the last time. Late that night, I sat on the edge of the bed and opened the nightstand drawer. A stack of pages lay inside. The corners had yellowed and curled. Two years ago I’d saved wedding photos off the internet and printed them. Venues, flowers, invitation fonts, vow templates. I brought them to him, beaming. He was on the phone. He mouthed “later” and waved me away. Two years. That “later” never came. My phone buzzed. Sadie was still angry. “Restaurant’s cleared out. Sera, the more I think about the concert, the madder I get. Three months of planning and he just…” “Sade, it’s fine. I’m leaving anyway.” The other end went quiet for a long time. “You’re sure? Eight years together, eight years gone. When you come back, nothing will be the same.” “Yes.” “You won’t even tell him?” “Sade, there’s nothing left to say.” Sadie didn’t speak. After a while, her voice came back thick. “I’ll keep the banner. Just in case…” “Sade.” “Yeah.” “Throw it out.”

Day four of the cold war. Lucian left early, came home late, went straight to the study. When we ran into each other in the living room, he looked at his phone and I looked at the TV. Nobody said a word. Like two strangers sharing an apartment. Sadie saw I was down and dragged me out to eat. “Stop sitting around. I got us a private room. Cry if you want, yell if you want.” We sat down. Laughter came from the next room. I knew that laugh. Sadie’s face changed. “Maybe we should go…” I shook my head. Chloe’s soft voice came through the wall. “Lucian, I still feel bad about the concert. The mic was meant for Seraphina. I should have known better. Maybe I should apologize to her?” “Nothing to do with you.” Lucian’s voice was flat. “I gave it to you. You took it. That’s it.” One sentence in front of a whole table. She was off the hook. But whenever I went to his office, he kept his distance. Said people talk. One of his friends kept going. “But Luce, I heard Seraphina had something planned that night?” A beat of silence. “I knew she was going to propose. Someone told me a month ago.” Same lazy voice. Sadie’s head snapped toward me. My nails dug into my palms. “You knew and you still gave the mic to Chloe?” The friend couldn’t believe it. “What was I supposed to do? The harder she pushes in public, the less I give.” “When she throws a fit, I play along. But marriage? She needs to learn that making a scene won’t work.” The friend sighed. “Still, eight years. Wanting to make it official isn’t crazy.” Lucian went quiet. “Of course I’ll marry her. But not because she made me.” “When I do it, that’s my call.” Another friend lowered his voice. “Honestly, Seraphina loves a scene. Always making it a big deal.” “Right. Chloe’s so easy. No drama. When has she ever given you trouble?” Chloe’s voice came through, sweet and pouty. “Don’t say that about Seraphina. She probably just loves Lucian too much. After all these years… she’s not getting any younger.” That last part. “After all these years.” Just the right amount of pity. Lucian said nothing. A round of knowing laughter. Sadie’s hand reached across and grabbed mine. Her fingers were shaking. I patted her hand, picked up my bag, and stood. “Sade, let’s go.” I pushed our door open and walked past theirs. Glasses clinking inside. Chloe’s sweet laugh. It was raining. The streetlights stretched a long wet line into the dark. I kept walking. I didn’t look back.

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I am mated to the Beta triplets of my pack. Every night, I endure the desire of three men. Everyone in the pack knows I’ve been spoiled rotten by them. The best food, the best clothes, and I snap at them whenever I want. Because I am loved and cherished, I act without restraint. Until a healer named Iris arrives in the pack. Her previous pack was destroyed, and she comes to Silver Moon Pack with a pup. Unlike my spoiled and temperamental nature, she is gentle and radiant, and many male wolves are drawn to her. But she never depends on any of them. She raises her pup alone and lives her life with ease and strength. Slowly, my first mate Aiden begins to grow tired of how spoiled I am. When he leaves, the other two mates are furious for me. “Aiden, you were the one who chose to leave! Don’t you ever think of coming back to Selene!” But not long after, my second mate Damon leaves as well. I look at the only one left, Liam, and my nose stings. “Liam… do you think I have a bad temper too?” Liam pats my head. “Don’t overthink it. They’re the ones who are trash. They don’t know how to cherish you.” Until I see it with my own eyes. He shifts into wolf form and follows behind Iris, step by step, so humbly, so desperately, as if begging her to pet him. I turn and run. Stumbling all the way, I rush into my Alpha father’s house. “Father, let me go to the Northern Pack marriage alliance.” — “Selene, are you insane?!” My father snaps back to reality, eyes wide. “That’s the Northern Pack! Other she-wolves pray not to be chosen, and you want to send yourself there?!” My eyes are red as I clutch my clothes tightly. The Northern Pack lies at the far north of the werewolf world, a place of extreme cold, ruled by ice wolves. They are cursed by the Moon Goddess. Their she-wolves are born without wolf nature and cannot form mate bonds. To continue their bloodline, they must form marriage alliances with other packs every year. The Northern wolves are not only powerful, but also fiercely loyal to their mates. Yet no she-wolf willingly goes to that frozen wasteland. “Did they… do something again?!” my father’s voice turns cold. He stands up immediately, but I stop him. “Don’t go! Father, please don’t!” I rush forward to hold him down, shaking my head desperately. “Don’t stand up for me anymore…” When Aiden and Damon left, I had already cried and begged my father. Because of that, Iris nearly got expelled from the pack. She later moved farther and farther away, but they still never came back to me. Their cold eyes are still so clear in my mind that I tremble thinking about them. “Selene, stop using your privilege to bully people. Iris did nothing wrong, yet she almost got driven out because of you.” “Without your Alpha father, what are you worth?” “I can’t believe I ever liked a disgusting she-wolf like you.” That night, I held onto the only one left, Liam, and cried until I blacked out. But now, even he doesn’t want me anymore. In silence, my father lets out a heavy sigh. “Selene, you’re my only daughter. I don’t want you going somewhere that far.” “But I also can’t bear to see you suffer. Three days from now, there will be a draw. Think it over and come back to tell me, alright?” I leave my father’s room. At a glance, I see Liam waiting outside. He leans against the pillar, holding a small yellow flower, staring at it absentmindedly. I recognize that flower. He got it from Iris today, wagging his tail like a fool. When he sees me, he hides the flower and smiles softly. “Selene?” I wipe my eyes and walk straight past him without looking back. “Selene, where are you going?” I don’t answer. After a few more steps, I suddenly realize there is no sound behind me. I turn back abruptly. Liam has stopped at a distance far away from me. His brows are slightly furrowed as he carefully protects the small yellow flower in his hand, afraid it will be bent by the wind. Something in my chest tightens. I shout at him angrily, almost losing control. “Liam! Why aren’t you following me?!” My voice gets louder and louder. The surrounding wolves start to look over. But he only lifts his eyes slightly, his shadow stretched long under the setting sun. An unfamiliar panic rises in my chest. I stomp my foot and, gritting my teeth, start walking toward him. But the next second, I hear him say. “Selene, I won’t be able to walk you home anymore.” He turns and walks toward Iris’s house.

The house is left with only me. The fire in the fireplace is still burning, crackling softly Liam lit it early this morning. I reach out to add more wood, but a spark jumps out and burns my hand. My lips curl down in instinctive grievance. Only then do I realize no one is here to care about me anymore. My nails dig into my palm. I suddenly stand up and run outside. I stumble all the way, falling again and again, getting back up again and again. Until finally, I end up standing in front of that door, knocking in a mess. But the one who opens the door is not Liam. Aiden freezes when he sees me. His gaze falls on my injuries, his expression unreadable. “What are you doing here?” He is my first mate. When he was by my side, he always disliked how I ran around, afraid I would get hurt. He would frown and scold me for being reckless, but still silently follow behind me to clean up my mess. His words were never gentle when he lectured me. And yet I remember it too after every cold shoulder, he would quietly come to my bed. Wipe away the tears I stubbornly refused to show with his fingertips. Then, in the sound of my pretending-to-sleep breathing, he would leave clumsy, burning kisses. I lower my eyes and don’t look at him. Instead, I anxiously search inside. Aiden, ignored, unconsciously tightens his grip on the doorframe. He lets out a cold laugh and calls into the house. “Liam! Did you not even clean up your tail properly and now she’s come chasing you? What are you going to do if Iris finds out?” The wind of early winter slaps against my skin. I’m only wearing a thin dress, my face pale as I watch Liam walk out. His clothes are messy, his hair disheveled. On the side of his neck is a fresh bite mark. He glances impatiently at Aiden, then finally looks at me. A flicker of irritation crosses his eyes. Coldness spreads through my body. I take a step back instinctively. Then suddenly, a cloak is placed over my shoulders. I look up, only to see Aiden’s tight jawline. Liam walks up to me, still wearing that familiar gentle expression. For a moment, I almost think I saw wrong. “Selene? How did you end up like this?” I bite my lip. “Liam, I… I won’t throw tantrums anymore asking for berries from miles away. I won’t complain about the fur being too rough. I won’t bother you when you’re tired anymore…” “From now on, I only want you. I don’t want anyone else. Don’t leave me alone, okay?” My words come faster and faster, completely unaware of Aiden’s changing expression beside me. Liam listens, but his gaze keeps drifting to my bloodied knees. I unconsciously slip back into the spoiled habits I used to have with him. I even reach out to grab his hand. “You promised you would always stay with me! Liam, you can’t break your word! I—” But I grab nothing but air. Liam pulls his hand away. “It’s cold outside. Come in first, alright?”

The room is warm. I sit on a wooden chair lined with soft animal fur. Everything around me is neatly arranged. The wooden walls have been carefully sanded smooth, and the corners are stacked with enough firewood to last deep into winter. I think of my own room, cold at this very moment. After Aiden and Damon left, Liam did keep it maintained—but he is always distracted. The leak in the roof never seems properly fixed. Firewood is always only chopped when it is almost gone. When it gets too cold, I no longer dare to complain so openly like before. I only secretly press myself into Liam’s arms, afraid he might leave me too. Then suddenly, I hear low voices from the inner room. “What, are you softening up?” “Let me tell you, if you regret this, don’t even think about coming back here!” I freeze. Quickly, I turn slightly to listen. But then I hear Liam’s cold voice. “No. I’m just worried she’ll go crying to the Alpha again, or cause trouble for Iris.” “Don’t worry. She’s easy to pacify.” My mind goes completely blank. Aiden lets out a short laugh. Footsteps fade away. Someone crouches in front of me. Liam lowers his eyes and uses a cloth to slowly wipe the blood and dirt from my knees. His tone is still as gentle as I remember. “Selene, from now on… I will be Iris’s mate.” “You are the Alpha’s daughter. You can choose any outstanding male wolf you want in the pack.” Something flashes through his eyes, and he even smiles slightly. “Didn’t you say before… that you wanted to kick all three of us out and go find other she-wolves?” That was just words said in anger, wasn’t it? Why did it not matter before but now it suddenly becomes real? Tears blur my vision as I look at him, shaking my head again and again. “No…” Liam stares at the tears at the corner of my eyes, his expression darkening slightly. He reaches out slowly, wipes them away, and pats my head like he used to. Then, in silence, he stands up to get water and medicine. Suddenly Bang. Something heavy is thrown at me. I turn around and see Iris’s pup standing there, glaring at me with hatred. He lifts a hot water kettle high. “Bad woman! You bullied my mom! Get out!” I instinctively raise my arm to block it. But the movement makes the splashing water bounce back. A few drops of boiling water land on the pup’s exposed leg and hand. He freezes for a second. Then bursts into piercing, heartbreaking cries. At that moment, the wooden door is pushed open from outside. A blast of cold wind rushes in. A hand grips my throat. Damon’s green wolf-like eyes lock onto me, and he lets out a cold, furious laugh. “So you couldn’t bully Iris enough, and now you’re bullying her pup too?” “Selene… you really never disappoint.”

Damon’s departure was the most humiliating. Because of my complaints, Iris nearly got expelled from the pack. To protect her and her pup, Damon silently accepted a border patrol mission that was basically a death sentence. He traded his near-death experience just to keep Iris and the child in Silver Moon Pack. The last time he cut the mate bond with me, the way he looked at me was ice cold. “I was stupid,” he said. “The biggest regret of my life is ever chreshing you.” I didn’t understand. They were the ones who betrayed me first, yet they spoke as if I were the guilty one. I clutched his wrist, my strength slowly fading. Tears blurred my vision. When I looked up again, my eyes were empty. Damon’s pupils tightened. “Damon!” He froze, then quickly let go when he saw I was struggling to breathe. I fell hard onto the ground. Coughing, gasping, barely able to catch my breath. Liam rushed in right then. He was about to pull me into his arms when Iris opened the door from the inner room. In that instant, he pushed me away. I stumbled backward, pain shooting through my body. Aiden came out right after. He paused when he saw me on the ground, his expression unreadable, but he didn’t move. Damon glanced at Liam and raised a brow. “Didn’t you say you’d stay by Selene forever? Why are you here too?” Then he laughed, like he suddenly understood everything. “Oh… so even you’re tired of her now.” “What a coincidence. All of us ended up choosing the same mate, over and over again.” His eyes landed on me curled up on the ground, and he sneered. Liam said nothing. But he met my eyes. And then looked away. I felt like I forgot how to breathe. I froze completely. “Your arm… are you okay?” Iris suddenly spoke. Only then did everyone notice my forearm. It was bright red, blistered, the skin rising in painful patches. They all seemed to expect me to cry or lash out. But I didn’t. I slowly pulled myself up on my own. Then I looked at Iris in silence. Her expression was soft, almost kind. They said even in winter, she could grow rare herbs from barren ground. No wonder everyone in the pack liked her… except maybe me. Sensing the tension, Iris gently patted the pup in her arms. “Alex, say sorry to Aunt Selene, okay?” The child buried his face in her chest and refused to speak. Iris sighed helplessly and looked at me. “He’s still young. I’ll apologize for him. I have good burn medicine, I’ll go get it for you.” “No.” Everyone turned to look at me. “I want him to apologize.” Iris’s smile faded slightly. “He’s just a cub. Making him apologize now might be too much…” “Apologize.” “Selene!” Damon cut me off sharply and stepped in front of Iris and the cub, his face dark. “Why are you arguing with a child? Iris already apologized. Do you really need to make him cry?” Aiden didn’t speak, but his furrowed brows said everything. Even Liam shook his head slightly. The three men who once belonged to me now stood together, shielding another woman’s child. Iris gently tugged Damon’s sleeve. She lowered her head and whispered something to Alex. Finally, he turned around and muttered, “…Sorry.” It was reluctant. Muffled. Full of unwillingness. Even so, their expressions stayed grim. Iris looked at me apologetically. “Selene, he said sorry. The burn needs treatment. Let me help you.” She turned to get the medicine. But I suddenly felt cold. So cold I could barely stand. “No need.” I forced the words out. Before anyone could react, I pushed the door shut behind them and stumbled into the freezing wind outside.

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I used to be Boston’s star detective, but I was wrongfully imprisoned for eight years. Furious victim families stabbed me eight times, demanding I pay with my life. My parents disowned me. I lost everything and I suffered through hell in prison. When I got out, I disappeared to a remote fishing town on the Maine coast. I thought life would finally be peaceful, but my ex-wife Serena’s arrival shattered that. She was now Boston’s most celebrated prosecutor, building her name on one high-profile conviction after another. Rain pounded against my shack as neighbors crowded outside, whispering: “Serena stayed single for eight years waiting for him, and Gideon still won’t see her? Ungrateful bastard.” I watched her stand there, soaking in their admiration. Almost laughed. Eight years ago, the person who framed me to save her lover’s career was Serena herself. …… My door stayed locked. Outside, the neighbors felt sorry for Serena. She looked calm, like she’d rehearsed the whole performance. The noise kept getting louder. Finally my boss Tom cracked. He stumbled out of the shack, practically bowing to her: “Ms. Vance, please, we’re just fishermen here. We don’t want trouble.” “This town’s too small for someone like you. If you don’t leave soon with all these people, none of us will have work tomorrow.” He turned and yelled at my door: “Gideon! The DA drove all this way. Get out here!” “Leave him alone. Don’t push him.” The moment I heard that voice, my hands froze on the net. The nylon cord cut into my fingers, drawing blood I barely felt. Eight years and that voice still got under my skin. I knew she wouldn’t leave until she got what she came for. Tom had been good to me. He didn’t deserve this circus. I let out a long breath, stood up, and opened the door. The reporters hit me like a wall. Microphones shoved in my face, cameras flashing, voices overlapping: “How does it feel going from decorated detective to fisherman?” “DA Vance stayed faithful for eight years. Why won’t you see her? Still angry she turned you in?” “Your former rookie’s been chasing her. Any comment on that?” They kept pushing closer. A microphone clipped my jaw. The questions got sharper, meaner. I looked past them and locked eyes with Serena. She was watching me with this cold, calculating expression. My whole body went stiff. I opened my mouth to speak. Nothing came out. The reporters smelled blood. They pressed harder, one asshole nearly shoving me off the porch. That’s when Serena moved. She cut through the crowd and positioned herself between me and the cameras. Her voice came out quiet but razor-sharp: “That’s enough. This is between him and me. It’s private.” She turned to face the cameras with a sad smile. “These men work hard for their living. Let them do their jobs. Everyone, please leave.” The reporters grumbled but backed off. I turned to go back inside. “Gideon.” I forced myself to look at her. Made my voice steady. “What do you need, DA Vance?” She flinched at the formal title. Good. “These years… have you been okay?” The question was obscene coming from her mouth. I wanted to laugh. Instead she stepped closer and reached out. I jerked backward. My heel caught the edge of a bait bucket. Crash. I went down hard, flat on my back. My bleeding hand smashed into the gravel. “Gideon!” She rushed forward, genuine concern flashing across her face: “Are you hurt? Let me help—” “Don’t.” I scrambled back on my hands and knees, used the wall to pull myself up. Blood smeared the wood. “I’m fine.” Tom was staring at me like I’d lost my mind. “DA Vance, if there’s nothing else, I need to go. Early start tomorrow.” Her eyes went soft. Wounded. She reached for my arm: “Gideon, why are we doing this? We don’t have to be so cold to each other.” “You don’t know what these years have been like for me. I—” “Mommy!” A kid came running and crashed into Serena’s arms. Eight, maybe nine years old. Then I saw him. Captain Liam Jenkins, my former rookie, walking up with my parents on his arm. He took Serena’s hand like it was the most natural thing in the world. “Serena, sweetheart, you should’ve told me you were coming up here.” He smiled warmly at my parents. “Mom and Dad were worried sick when they found out you drove all this way alone.” Then he turned to me. That smile sharpened. “No offense, Mentor. Kid really missed his mom. Plus she’s pregnant again, so we gotta be extra careful. You understand.” My eyes dropped to her flat stomach. If he said she was pregnant… I thought about what the reporters said. Eight years of devoted waiting. What a sick joke. Before I could process it, my parents went for my throat: “Gideon Hale. You’ve got some nerve still breathing.” My father’s voice could strip paint. “You destroyed this family’s reputation. Made us a laughingstock.” My mother jumped in, tears in her eyes but venom in her voice: “Three years ago your father had a stroke. If Liam hadn’t been checking on us regularly, hadn’t rushed him to the ER, he’d be dead right now. Dead, Gideon.” I looked at them. Really looked. Their hair had gone gray. Deep lines carved into their faces. They’d aged so much. All those years I couldn’t be there for them, couldn’t take care of them, it ate at me every day. But watching them look at Serena and Liam like they were the real family, like I was just some embarrassing mistake they’d made… that hurt worse than any shank I’d taken in prison. If they only knew. If they knew Serena and Liam were the ones who framed me, who destroyed an innocent man to cover their own crimes… What would they think then? My father looked at me with nothing but disgust. My mother’s voice dripped pure contempt: “We disowned you eight years ago. As far as we’re concerned, you’re not our son anymore.” She turned to Serena, her voice going soft: “Serena, honey, you don’t owe us anything. This person isn’t worth your time. You and Liam, you’re our family now.” Tom was watching this whole scene unfold. I saw the way he looked at me shift. My hands were shaking. I shoved them deep in my pockets. Serena sighed, all patience and understanding: “Mom, Dad, don’t be too hard on him. People have been talking about you both for years because of what happened. I get why you’re angry.” She gently coaxed them toward the car. But before she left, she turned back to me one last time: “What happened back then… I know I owe you for that. If you ever need anything, you can call me.” Her voice was so sincere I almost believed it myself.

I nodded. Didn’t speak. Serena saw I didn’t refuse. She left satisfied. I knew the truth. I’d avoid them forever if I could. Did she expect me to beg for scraps? After they left, Tom patted my shoulder. His eyes said everything. I knew. Things had changed. Next morning proved it. Tom assigned me the oldest boat. The worst jobs. “Gideon, it’s not that I don’t want to help,” Tom looked uncomfortable. “After yesterday, and you being fresh out of prison… nobody wants to work with you. You’ll have to work alone.” I nodded. Grabbed the nets and headed for that piece of shit boat. Serena had destroyed my peace. Now she was taking everything else. A week straight, I worked myself to death for nothing. Did the hardest jobs for the lowest pay. Then Tom found me and handed me an envelope. “This month’s wages. You should try somewhere else.” He wouldn’t look at me. “This was Serena’s idea, wasn’t it?” My voice was rough. But I already knew. Tom sighed. “DA Vance said it’s for your own good.” For my own good. Those words crushed me. I stood there holding that envelope. My fingers went numb. I didn’t argue. I packed my stuff and left that town. Three days of hitting walls. Then my phone rang. Serena. “Gideon, I’ve arranged a clerical position for you at the DA’s office. Someone will pick you up. You start in three days.” “DA Vance.” I cut her off. “Keep it. I don’t want your charity.” “Just leave me alone.” “Leave you alone?” Her voice stayed calm. “I’m trying to help. You don’t need to treat me like the enemy.” “I remember when you were Boston’s best. I’m giving you a chance to—” “Were. Past tense.” I laughed. Bitter. “Don’t forget who made me into this.” Silence. Then her voice came back colder. “I know you hate me. But you’re destroying yourself and I won’t allow it.” That command in her tone. “If you don’t want clerical, fine. Be a consultant for Liam. He just made Deputy Chief. He needs help. You’re his mentor.” My stomach turned. “No thanks.” “You don’t have a choice, Gideon.” Her voice went soft. Deadly. “You take this job, or Mom and Dad lose the house. At their age, they’ll end up on the street” My blood ran cold. She always knew where to cut.

Serena moved fast. Two days later, her people picked me up and brought me to Boston. Set me up in a shithole apartment. Three days in, someone knocked and told me to follow them. Wouldn’t say where. I walked into an ambush. The door opened onto a press conference. Camera flashes blinded me. Captain Liam sat at the microphone on stage, a red-and-white banner stretched behind him. “Thank you for coming.” His voice was smooth. “We’re here to demonstrate the Boston PD’s commitment to second chances.” He turned to me. Perfect mix of regret and pity in his eyes. “This is Detective Gideon Hale. My mentor. He made mistakes. Serious ones. But he’s paid his debt.” Cameras clicked. “We believe in redemption. People can change. They deserve a second chance.” His voice dropped, more measured now. “The BPD is bringing Detective Hale back as a criminal investigation consultant. He’ll be working with us again.” The reporters went crazy. I sat in that metal chair feeling naked. Stripped of everything. Then Liam stood up. He walked over in front of everyone. Every camera. Every reporter. He pulled out an envelope. Held it out with both hands. “Mentor.” His voice carried through the mic. “This is from me. A welcome-home gift.” A show of charity. Of mercy. I saw the satisfaction flash in his eyes. My stomach flipped. The reporters ate it up. A thousand pictures of Liam’s generosity. I’d become a prop. A symbol of their noble souls. That night, every outlet in Boston ran the story. Headlines everywhere: “BPD Offers Second Chance to Disgraced Detective” “Captain Jenkins Welcomes Fallen Mentor” “DA Vance Stands By Convicted Ex-Husband” I laughed. Bitter. They’d crucified me again, and this time the whole city watched. My parents started visiting. Every time, they looked at Liam like he was a saint. At Serena like she was an angel. “Serena, you work too hard. Taking care of this worthless thing.” My mother’s voice dripped gratitude. “Gideon, look at Liam. If you had half his character, we could die happy.” My father jumped in: “That boy saved my life while you rotted in prison where you belonged.” My mom grabbed Serena’s hand: “You’re pregnant. Don’t stress yourself. If Gideon causes trouble, tell me. I’ll straighten him out.” I watched them. My heart had gone numb. Then one night, Liam came for dinner with my parents. Casual. Friendly. Halfway through, he dropped it: “Oh, Mentor, we picked up some criminals last week. The ringleader has a connection to your old case. The serial murders. He’s one of the victims’ brothers.” My parents froze. “He’s been making threats. About getting even.” “What?” My father’s face went red. He slammed his hand down on the table hard. “This is all your fault! His brother died because of you! Of course he wants revenge. He has every right to want you dead!” My mother started crying. Not for me. “Liam, Serena, please. I know he deserves whatever happens, but we can’t have this affecting you. You’re having a baby!” Liam patted her hand. “Don’t worry, Mom. Serena and I won’t let anything happen. We’ve already talked to these men.” The way he said “talked.” The way his eyes cut to me. Every alarm bell in my head started screaming. What the hell were they planning?

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The Obsidian Claw Pack lives by one cruel, unspoken rule. If an Alpha wants to take a chosen mate, the original Mate must publicly surrender her title. She has to take the Luna’s moonstone necklace off her own neck and place it upon the new woman. The day Julian brought Vanessa to our territory, the whole Pack was waiting for me to lose my mind from the agony of his betrayal. I was his Fated Mate. We’d been in love for seven years. I survived bloody trials to earn this necklace. I took a lethal strike from a rival Alpha meant for his heart. Everyone was sure I’d rather die from the agony of a damaged bond than give up my title. But when Vanessa showed off the temporary Mate mark on her neck, I just calmly took off the necklace. And put it on her myself. Julian swirled the wine in his glass. His predatory eyes were filled with arrogance and satisfaction. “Valerie,” he said. “You’re finally learning your place.” I looked down, my hand on my now-bare collarbone. I chose to obey. But arrogant Julian was a fool. He had no idea. A month ago, a fever brought all my memories back. I wasn’t a Rogue. I’m the lost daughter of the Northern Alpha King. Missing for seven years. In three days, my brother’s Royal Guard is coming to the territory border. They’re coming to take me home. …… It was the Obsidian Claw Pack’s full moon feast. Vanessa tilted her long neck, showing off the ceremonial moonstone necklace to the high-ranking she-wolves around her. Gasps went through the crowd. Then their mocking eyes landed on me in the corner. Julian sat in the Alpha’s seat, his dark eyes flicking my way now and then. After basking in their admiration, Vanessa sauntered over to me, a glass of blood-moon wine in hand. Her eyes fell to my wrist. To the lapis lazuli bracelet he had made for me three years ago. The Moon Goddess runes carved inside were the only thing keeping my wolf’s agonized whimpers over her Mate’s rejection from ripping out of my throat. The only thing keeping me from breaking down in front of them all. Vanessa chuckled, leaning close to my ear. “Valerie, you gave up the necklace. Don’t you think you should give up the rest of the Luna’s jewelry, too?” She reached out, trying to snatch the bracelet. I flinched away. In a flash, she sloshed the deep red wine from her glass all over my dress. A glaring crimson stain bloomed on the white silk. The room gasped. Vanessa stumbled, dropping her glass. It shattered on the floor. She let out a sharp cry, dragging her palm across a shard of glass. A thin red line welled up instantly. “Valerie… why did you push me?” She clutched the nearly invisible cut, her eyes welling with tears as if on cue. “I just wanted to talk to you…” The hall went dead silent. Every wolf’s eyes were on us. For the past seven years, I’d thrown out any she-wolf who tried to get near Julian or challenge me. No mercy. I once threw an Omega who tried to seduce him into the pool in front of the whole pack. This time, before I could even speak, the Alpha’s power slammed into me. It forced my wolf to her knees. A sharp pain shot through our mate bond as it was violently tugged. I bit my tongue to keep from collapsing. “Valerie.” Julian’s voice came from behind me, cold as ice. He strode over, pulling Vanessa into his arms. He examined her hand, which was already healing, his brow furrowed. Then he looked up at me. The eyes I once loved more than anything were filled with disgust. “What the hell is wrong with you now? I just brought Vanessa here. Why are you going after her?” His Alpha command intensified. His tone was laced with accusation, his concern entirely for her. I met his disgusted gaze, fighting the dull ache of our bond being rejected. I didn’t say a word. I just slowly unclasped the bracelet from my wrist. I heard my wolf let out a hopeless whimper. As the pack watched in shock, I held the bracelet out to Vanessa. “You like it? It’s yours. I’m sorry, I lost my balance.” Julian’s brow twitched. A flash of shock in his eyes. Vanessa froze too, forgetting to cry. I took out a handkerchief, wiped the wine from my hands, and knelt down. Every eye in the hall was glued to my back. I picked up the scattered shards of glass. The sharp edges cut my fingers. Drops of blood seeped out, mixing with the red wine on my dress. I couldn’t tell where the wine ended and my blood began. When I was done, I stood up and looked at Julian. “My dress is ruined. I’m going upstairs to change.” I turned and walked to the second floor, my back straight. Julian’s eyes never left my back. Back in my room, I shut the door. I leaned against it and closed my eyes. Julian Thorne. For seven years, my loyalty was yours. Today, that devotion dies.

My phone lit up. A message from my brother. “Val, the Royal Guard is moving. East border. Three days. Dawn.” “What Julian owes you… I’ll make him repay it. A hundred times over.” I stared at the words, my eyes suddenly hot. I traced the word “brother” on the screen. Just as I was about to reply, the door was thrown open. Julian stormed in, snatched the phone from my hand, and threw it on the rug. I looked up. He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him. His eyes were a storm of warring emotions—scrutiny, suspicion, and a flicker of something I couldn’t name. Anxiety. “Valerie.” His thumb dug into my jaw. “What was that tonight?” “What was what?” I asked. “You gave her the necklace. You gave her the bracelet.” His eyes darkened. “You’re not going to fight?” I stared at him. “Isn’t this what you wanted?” My voice was flat, empty. “A graceful, obedient former Luna.” Julian’s pupils contracted. He stared at me for a long moment, then suddenly let go, pulling me into his arms. The scent of pine and forest surrounded me. A smell I once thought I could breathe in forever. But now, it was tainted by the cloying, sickly sweet perfume of Vanessa. The mix made my stomach turn. Julian lowered his head, his lips brushing my ear. “Valerie, I know you were wronged today. But her wolf was nearly shattered saving me. I owe her this. As long as you behave, there will always be a room for you in the Pack House.” It was a promise. An insult disguised as charity. He thought I should be grateful. A frantic knock came at the door. Vanessa’s weak voice drifted through the wood. “Julian, my wolf feels sick… Where are you… Can you come be with me?” Julian’s body went rigid. He let me go. Without hesitation. Without another word. He walked to the door, then paused. “Oh,” he said, his back still to me. “That moon-silk gown in your closet. I want Vanessa to wear it to the alliance banquet tomorrow.” My breath caught. The moon-silk gown. My precious from our mating ceremony five years ago. He had spent a fortune on the world’s last remaining moon-silk. Every stitch was infused with moonlight and the blood of our vows. It was his promise that I would be his one and only mate for life. Last year, I banished a new Omega from the territory just for getting a smudge on that dress. Julian had praised me then, saying what was mine, no one else could touch. Now, he was telling me to give it to Vanessa. My nails dug into my palms, reopening the cuts from the broken glass. Blood welled up again. I looked at his expectant face and slowly nodded. “Fine. I’ll have it sent over tomorrow.” Julian’s shoulders relaxed almost imperceptibly. Then he opened the door and hurried to a crying Vanessa. I heard his soft voice comforting her down the hall, followed by the click of the room next door closing. I walked to my desk, pulled out a calendar, and picked up a red marker. I drew a heavy X over today’s date. Two days until my brother comes for me. I slipped out of the wine-stained dress and stepped into the bathroom. Hot water streamed over my body. I stared at my pale face in the mirror. Below my right breast, a vicious old scar crossed my ribs. Five years ago, a rival Alpha swiped for Julian’s heart. I jumped in front of him. The pack healer said another inch and I would have been dead. Behind my left shoulder blade, there’s a dark spot that will never fade. Two years ago, during the moonstone mine border dispute, a silver wolfsbane bullet went through me. It won him a mine worth millions a year. … There were other scars. Too many. Seven years ago, he found me injured, with no memory, and took me in. I repaid him with seven years of loyalty and love. Julian. My debts to you are paid. We are even.

The next morning, I had a maid take the dress box to Vanessa’s room. Ten minutes later, the sharp sound of scissors echoed from the end of the hall. I was walking by with a cup of tea when I saw her. Vanessa was sitting in front of a mirror, a pair of scissors in her hand. The moon-silk gown was spread across her lap. She was cutting it, blade by blade, slicing off the intricate moon-flower pattern on the hem. “This style is ancient,” she sneered to her maids. “How could Julian let me, the future Luna, wear this? I’d be a laughingstock at the banquet.” She looked up and saw me. A flicker of defiance in her eyes. “Don’t you think so, Valerie?” I didn’t answer. I carried my tea and walked toward the medical wing. Five years ago, Julian survived an assassination attempt by a Rogue on the border. The Pack Healer removed the silver wolfsbane bullet, but the toxins had seeped into his blood. When it flared up, his wolf would tear himself apart in agony. For seven years, every single morning, I came here to brew a wolfsbane suppressant. Three hours later, the deep green potion bubbled in its vial, smelling of cool moon-petal herbs. I wrapped the bottle in a cloth and walked toward his study. I was still thirty feet away when I heard voices. It was his Beta, Cedric. “Julian, moving Vanessa into the master suite… isn’t it too soon? The pack sees everything the Luna has done for you these seven years. If you keep this up, she’s really going to leave.” A short silence. Then Julian laughed, a cold, soft sound. “Leave? Where would she go? She was a stray I found half-frozen in a blizzard. I’m going to break that pride of hers. Make her understand who the real Alpha is. Once she accepts reality and learns her place, I’ll give her a spot in the pack. Make sure she’s taken care of.” The Beta sighed. “If you keep humiliating her, don’t you worry she’ll finally give up on you?” Julian scoffed. “Give up? The only thing Valerie knows is how to cling to me. She’s like a vine that can’t survive without its tree. She would never leave me.” The tray in my hands tilted. The scalding potion spilled over the back of my hand. An angry red mark bloomed on my skin. I felt nothing. I calmly placed the tray outside his door, walked to the sink at the end of the hall, and poured three hours of painstaking work down the drain. Just then, Vanessa appeared, wearing the butchered moon-silk gown. The hem was ragged, like a dog had chewed it. She saw me and a smirk spread across her face. “Oh, Valerie, I forgot to tell you. Julian wants me to move into the top-floor master suite tonight. He says it will help my wolf heal. You’ll need to get your things out by today.” The master suite of the Pack House. I had lived there for five years. It was filled with every trace of my life with Julian. I looked at Vanessa’s gloating face and nodded. “Okay.” I walked into the master suite. I didn’t take any jewelry. I didn’t take the diamonds, emeralds, or rare gems Julian had bought for me. I only took the tattered clothes I was wearing when I first arrived. As I was about to leave, my phone buzzed in my pocket. My brother. “Val, your commoner file in the Werewolf Council archives has been wiped clean. Your royal status will be restored. Soon, no one will ever be able to bother you again.” I changed into my old, worn-out clothes and walked out of the master suite. Then, I moved into the darkest, dustiest corner of the Pack House: the basement storage room. It was a forgotten junk room. Not even the lowest-ranking Omega would willingly spend a minute here. I sat there, watching the northern stars through the grimy window. Twelve hours left until I leave the Obsidian Claw territory.

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On the third anniversary of our bond, my mate showed up—with a pregnant woman. He said she was chosen by the Moon Goddess. That night, under the full moon, I knelt at the altar, one hand on my stomach. There was a faint pulse. I’d checked twice.Test results. And my healer instincts. Same answer.I was pregnant. I left my pack for him. Stayed three years. Tried to belong. Healed anyone who needed me. And now… the Moon Goddess gave me this child. Damon would be happy. Right? Maybe he’d look at me the way he did the first time—eyes glowing gold. I was about to stand—The moonstone exploded in silver light. A voice cut through my mind. “The one destined to lead the pack has arrived. They will guide you to glory.” My heart slammed. I looked down at my stomach. The prophecy. It matched. This child… wasn’t just ours. This was the future Alpha. Chosen. I grabbed my dress and ran. I had to tell Damon. I saw him in the hall.Tall. Impossible to miss. I opened my mouth—Then froze. His arm was around a woman. Close. Careful. Gentle. Too gentle. She leaned into him, her belly big—seven, maybe eight months. Damon: “Vanessa, slow down. The steps are steep.” Vanessa: “I’m not that fragile.” He never spoke to me like that. Not once. Not even the night we bonded. Back then, his voice was cold. Like he was finishing a task. My chest tightened. I didn’t move. He saw me. Damon: “Eva. Good. You’re here. This is Vanessa. She needs a prenatal check.” Vanessa: “Hi, Eva. Damon said you’re the pack healer.” He didn’t tell her I was his mate. My hand slipped into my pocket. I held the test. Two pink lines. Maybe he forgot. Maybe she’s just someone new. I forced a smile.“Hi. Follow me.” I reached for her. Then I saw their hands. Fingers locked. Tight. Not letting go. The ring on his finger caught the light. Our bond ring. The one that matched mine. The one he wore—while holding another woman.

I worked in silence. Their hands were still linked together. Damon reached over and smoothed Vanessa’s skirt. Casual. Like he’d done it a hundred times. Vanessa looked me over. “I don’t think I’ve seen you before. When did you join?” “You’ve been gone three years,” Damon said. “Lots of new faces.” Three years. My hands kept moving. My mind didn’t. Three years ago — the same year Vanessa left — Damon showed up at my pack. Out of nowhere. Said fate brought him there. Said he fell for me the second he saw me. Said he’d break every rule for me. I believed every word. I bonded with him. I left my whole life behind. I never doubted it. Not once. I thought it was love. Then I found his wallet. There was a photo inside, folded small. A woman with honey-blonde hair, smiling at the camera. The edges had gone white from being touched so many times. I asked him about her. He said it was the past. That woman was standing right in front of me now. Vanessa. She left — and he came looking for me. Stop. Just do the checkup. I helped Vanessa onto the exam table and placed both hands on her belly. My healing energy moved through her. The moonstone glowed. I felt the baby’s heartbeat — strong, steady, healthy. Then I felt something else. A faint golden membrane around her womb. The mark of Alpha bloodline. Genetic. Unmistakable. Damon’s bloodline. He’d had a child with her. Before I ever existed to him. My hands shook. Just slightly. I couldn’t help it. Damon put his hand over Vanessa’s belly right away. “Easy. She doesn’t like pain.” I paused. Adjusted. Said nothing. He had no idea what I was scared of. The night we bonded, I was in real pain. The moment it was over, he was gone. Pack business, he said. Every time after that — rushed. He never really looked at me. He didn’t know I was afraid of pain. But he knew she was. I took a slow breath and finished the exam. The baby inside me moved. A tiny flutter. Like it was telling me it’s okay. My eyes burned. I held it together. “Baby’s healthy. About eight months. Everything looks normal.” “Thank goodness.” Vanessa exhaled. “I was so worried the trip might’ve affected her.” “Moon Goddess is watching over her,” Damon said. He helped Vanessa up, arm around her waist. Protective. Possessive. Like she was the only person in the room. “Eva. File the results.” “Wait, Damon.” My voice stayed steady. “I need to talk to you.”

Damon didn’t turn around. “Tell me later. Vanessa needs to rest.” He didn’t ask what I wanted to say. He just walked out with her, and they were gone. That night, I made our anniversary dinner. White tablecloth. Silver candlesticks. Everything by hand — roasted lamb, mushroom bisque, all his favorites. A bottle of red wine. The candles were lit. The room smelled warm. When Damon came in, I went to him like I always did. Took his jacket. “I made dinner. I have something good to tell you —” “I still have pack business.” “Just eat a little —” “I’m busy. Don’t wait up.” He swapped jackets, didn’t look at the table once, and walked back out. The door clicked shut. The candles kept burning. I sat down in front of all that food and watched the wax drip onto the white tablecloth. Slow and quiet. I poured myself a glass of wine. Didn’t drink it. Ten o’clock. Eleven. The food went cold. At midnight, my phone lit up. I thought it was Damon. It wasn’t. A friend request from an account I didn’t know. The profile photo — Vanessa, smiling. I opened her page. Her latest post was from thirty minutes ago. Dinner at a restaurant. Warm amber light. Wine and roasted meat on the table. And at the edge of the frame — a man’s hand on the back of a chair. I knew that hand. Damon’s. The bonding ring was gone. Just a pale mark where it used to be. The caption: Home. A blue heart. Blue. Like Vanessa’s eyes. Not mine. My eyes are gray. Like the sky during a lunar eclipse. Damon said that the first time he saw me — that they were the most special color he’d ever seen. Special doesn’t mean loved. I know that now. Three years. Over a thousand nights. And the whole time, her photo was folded up inside his wallet. The candle in front of me flickered once — and went out. The room went dark. I turned my phone face-down. Closed my eyes. My hand found my stomach. Still there. Still quiet. Still beating. The Moon Goddess’s words were still in my head. The future leader of the pack. Whose child would that be? I will protect you, little one. I will fight for everything you deserve.

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Three years of marriage, and all I’d ever wanted was a honeymoon with Mason Hale. After Whitney Cole booked my flight as hers for the tenth time, I stopped asking for a rebooking. She blinked up at me, all wide eyes and fumbling apologies. “Mrs. Hale, I’m so sorry — I did it again. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” “I could rebook right now, but — the thing is — all the other flights today are full. If we change it, Mr. Hale’s schedule gets pushed back by three days.” She bit her lip. Her eyes drifted to Mason. Mason didn’t look up. His voice was flat, like he was scheduling a conference call. “Don’t bother rebooking. Serena, cover Whitney’s Paris trip. The Maldives can wait.” I didn’t say anything. I picked up the ticket — my ticket, the one to Paris — and walked away. Mason. Once I see what thirty thousand feet looks like without you, I will never look back. — The check-in line was long. I stood in it with my suitcase, passport in one hand, boarding pass in the other. Someone tapped my shoulder. I turned around. Whitney. Blinking at me, sweet as ever. “Mrs. Hale, could I have your Maldives itinerary? Since you can’t go anyway — you might as well let me and Mr. Hale use it.” She reached for my bag as she said it. I stepped back. Her hand froze in the air. I looked at her and said, quietly: “No.” Her smile flickered. She pulled her hand back, fingers twisting together. “I just thought I’d borrow it — it’s fine if you’d rather not. I know you’re still upset with me.” Mason, who hadn’t said a word, spoke up. Impatient. “It’s just a travel guide, Serena. No point letting it sit there. Give it to her.” I looked at him. “I made that for us.” He frowned. “You’re not going anymore. Whitney just wants to look at it — you can always make another one.” “Make another one?” I repeated it softly. “Exactly.” Whitney stepped closer, her voice going syrupy. “I’m sure yours is amazing, Mrs. Hale. We’ll follow it and give you all the feedback — next time you go, you’ll have even more to work with!” I stood there looking at Whitney’s smile and at Mason nodding along like this was completely reasonable, and something inside me went very quiet. I reached into my bag and pulled out the binder. Laminated cover. Color-coded tabs. Sticky notes on every page — notes, warnings, hand-drawn maps. Restaurant reservation numbers written in the margins, one by one. “You want to use my itinerary. Stay in the hotel I booked. Follow the plans I made. Tell me — were you going to take my place in his bed too?” Her hand went still. The smile died on her face. “Serena.” Mason’s voice cracked like a whip. “What the hell is wrong with you?” I threw the binder at him. My voice was shaking. “Am I wrong? She books my seat as hers ten times and you say nothing. She asks for my itinerary and you hand her mine. She wants the Maldives and you take her. So tell me — Mason — am I your wife, or is she?” Mason grabbed my wrist. Hard. Hard enough to bruise. “You’re losing your mind. Whitney works herself to the bone every single day and you can’t share a travel guide? What do you even do all day?” I pulled against his grip. It was useless. “You can’t see that she does it on purpose? You can’t see her asking for it right in front of you? You can’t see the way she looks at you?” “Enough.” He shoved my hand away. I stumbled back into my suitcase, the corner catching me in the side, sharp enough that my eyes stung. Whitney gasped and rushed toward me, eyes already red. “Mrs. Hale, are you okay? This is my fault — I never should have asked for it — please don’t blame Mr. Hale, he just has a short temper—” Then she swayed. Her whole body pitched sideways, straight into Mason’s arms. “Ah — Mrs. Hale, what are you doing?” Mason caught her. He looked up at me, and his eyes were full of something I didn’t recognize anymore — anger, and disappointment, and not a single trace of doubt. “Why did you push her? Are you insane?” I looked at his hands, wrapped tight around her waist. Protecting her. Standing between us. I felt the last of my fight go out of me. “I didn’t push her.” “I watched you. Don’t stand there and deny it in front of everyone.” My voice went calm. “What exactly did you watch?” He stopped. Whitney lifted her head from his chest, tears streaked down her face. “Mr. Hale — I’m so dizzy. I think I’ve been overworking myself.” Mason didn’t look at me again. He bent down and lifted her. “I’ll take you somewhere to rest.” Whitney looped her arms around his neck, her head against his shoulder. Over his shoulder, she looked at me. I called his name. “Mason.” He stopped walking. He didn’t turn around. “If you walk out with her right now, we’re done.” He stood still for three seconds. Then he kept walking. I stood in the check-in line and watched his back get smaller. Watched him carry her through the crowd. Watched him round the corner and disappear. The binder was on the floor. Pages scattered. Sticky notes face-down, footprints pressed into my handwriting. The elderly woman behind me touched my arm gently. “Honey. It’s your turn.” I looked up. The agent at the counter was watching me, expression carefully neutral. I pulled together a smile and said, “I’m sorry.” Then I crouched down and gathered the pages, one by one. Walked to the trash can. Dropped them in. On the jet bridge, I thought: Sincerity. What a worthless thing to give someone.

Somewhere over the Atlantic, the plane dropped. I grabbed the armrest. Knuckles white. The cabin lurched again, harder this time. Around me, passengers sucked in sharp, strangled breaths. Almost without thinking, I picked up my phone and texted Mason. Turbulence is bad. I’m scared. He didn’t reply. The plane bucked again — worse than before. The overhead bins rattled. My hands were shaking. I sent another message. Still nothing. I thought about something Mason said, a long time ago. “If you’re ever scared on a flight, text me. I’ll always have my phone on. I’ll answer right away.” We hadn’t been together long. He was traveling for work, and I was flying home alone. We hit a rough patch over the mountains and I’d gripped the seat until my palms were damp. When I landed, there were dozens of texts from him. The last one was a voice note. I pressed play and heard his voice, low and close: “Next time, I’ll fly with you.” The plane steadied. I exhaled and picked up my phone. Maybe instinct. I opened Instagram and went to Whitney’s profile. New story. Nine photos. Caption: “business trip with the boss but make it fun!! he’s actually SO good at Mario Kart! In the photo, she was grinning, controller raised like a trophy. Beside her, Mason — in profile, head bowed, a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, eyes fixed on the screen. The timestamp read 3 minutes ago. The plane dipped. My stomach dropped with it. Mario Kart. The two words pierced my heart like a needle. Mason and I had tried to play once, early on. Before we were married. I’d pulled out the Switch and begged him to play with me. He’d looked at the screen like I’d handed him something embarrassing. “What’s the point? It’s childish.” I’d tugged at his arm. “Just one round, please.” He’d pulled away, voice flat. “Serena, if it gets out that I’m sitting at home playing video games, how am I supposed to command any respect at work?” I’d laughed it off. Put the controller down. Never asked again. And now he was playing Mario Kart with Whitney Cole. Not childish anymore. Not beneath him. The plane jolted again. The man in the next seat muttered something under his breath. I sat perfectly still, phone face-down on my lap, eyes closed. My eyes were hot. But I couldn’t cry. — The plane touched down at Charles de Gaulle just as Paris was turning grey-blue with early light. I was dragging my suitcase out of the terminal when my phone rang. Honey. I stared at the word for three full seconds before I answered. “You land okay?” “Yeah. Just landed.” “Just saw your messages. You alright?” “Fine.” I kept walking, suitcase wheels loud on the pavement, trying to decide whether to say anything else — when I heard it. A voice drifted through from his end — soft, almost honeyed, the kind of voice that knew exactly what it was doing even over a phone line. “Mr. Hale, come help me — I don’t know how to do this part—” Whitney. His voice shifted away from the phone, muffled but still clear enough. “Coming.” Then, back to me: “Go ahead and get settled. Talk later.” He hung up before I could answer. I lowered the phone and looked at the screen. Call ended. Talk later. About what? That I was scared on the plane and he didn’t answer? That I’d been waiting for a text that never came? That I watched him smile at a video game controller the way he used to smile at me? I didn’t want to say any of it anymore. — For the next few days, I learned about my husband through Whitney’s Instagram. She and Mason went to the Michelin-starred restaurant I’d marked in the binder. She and Mason rode the Ferris wheel. Her caption: he’s afraid of heights??? too cute!! Every photo, she was laughing. Every photo, he was there. I sat in a café and scrolled through them slowly. When Mason and I first got married, I’d told him about that restaurant. He’d said we might as well eat at home. I’d mentioned the Ferris wheel once. He said the lines were a waste of time. — That night, a new post. One photo. A hotel room — floor-to-ceiling windows, sheer curtains, a wide bed made up in white. My finger stopped. That was the hotel I’d booked. The couples suite. The room I had meant for us. I zoomed in on the edge of the frame. On the far side of the bed, just barely in the shot — a hand. And on the wrist, a watch. The one I gave him for our third anniversary. I set the phone down. Finished the last of my coffee. Then I opened my messages and texted my lawyer. Draft the divorce petition. Then I opened my email and wrote to HR. I’m resigning, effective immediately. Please process the paperwork. When it was done, I sat there thinking about the cover page of the binder I’d thrown away. Paris with Mason. The Maldives. Everywhere we always said we’d go. I meant every word of it when I wrote it. But it’s fine. I can go alone.

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In my past life, my mate rescued an orphan girl from the battlefield of the witch clan—and she gave me a pair of hairbands. From the moment I put them on, I felt drained of energy day after day. In the end, I contracted a filthy disease. My body rotted from the inside out, and I died. Only after death did I learn the truth: she had been the lowest-ranked prostitute of the witch clan. After their defeat, she had used her beauty to bewitch my mate. Once inside our Gem Pack, she performed a ritual exchange—trading bodies and destinies with me. My mate became obsessed with her body while he let me die in a filthy corner. After I died, they rolled me into a straw mat and threw me into a mass grave. Only one person came for me—a lowly slave with no wolf, someone I had once helped at a royal banquet. He snuck out of the palace in secret and buried me. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the moment she offered me those gem hairbands. She wanted my alpha bloodline? Fine. I would give her a body with no wolf. — “The Alpha has won a great victory. Surely he’ll be rewarded with a higher rank.” “Our Alpha returns triumphant. He truly is the pride of our pack.” The guests raised their glasses one after another, smiling toward my mate and me at the head table. “Alpha Harlan is so blessed—he was gone three months on campaign, and the two luna awaited him faithfully. How enviable!” Bella Vane had no formal status yet, but hearing herself called “luna” made her eyes gleam with barely restrained triumph. She glided to stand before me, her smile honeyed and sharp. “Sister, I know how faithfully you’ve prayed for the Alpha all these months. I made a special trip to the Temple of the Moon Goddess on your behalf and asked the Moon Goddess to bless you with peace. Here—she sent this through me.” She produced a wooden hairband. “If you wear it, Sister, I’m certain the Moon Goddess will grant the Alpha continued victory and a safe return.” In my past life, I had been overjoyed by my mate’s triumphant homecoming—and so moved by Bella’s gesture that I let her pin the band into my hair on the spot. What I never imagined was that this wooden gem hairband was cursed. The moment it touched my hair, it began swapping our bodies and destinies. First came the exhaustion—my spirit drained, my body aching in the most shameful places. I called healer after healer, and none could name my ailment. Meanwhile, Bella seemed to bloom overnight. She glowed. And night after night, she shared my mate’s bed. By the time I finally clawed my way back to consciousness, I was already rotting below. The stench clung to me like a second skin. Bella stood at my bedside, waving her hand delicately in front of her nose, coiled against my mate like a snake. “Oh my. It seems the luna has let herself be used and ruined—and caught herself a filthy disease.” Harlan’s expression darkened. “Lock this wretch in the dungeon. Anyone who brings her food or water gets beaten to death.” I tried to push myself upright, tried to speak—but no words came. I could only watch as Harlan turned and walked away without a second glance. I died in that dungeon. Until my last breath, I never understood how the mate who had once loved me so tenderly had become this cold, contemptuous stranger. Only after my soul drifted upward did I learn the truth: Bella had been an enemy spy, a woman sold to satisfy men, defeated in battle. She had seduced my mate with her body and slipped into our Gem Pack under false pretenses. She had been dying anyway. That gem hairband was her salvation—she used it to steal my identity and my fate. I raged. But as a soul, I was powerless against her. The music swelled around me. I blinked back to the present. Bella’s eyes flashed with cold venom for just an instant before her expression smoothed into something soft and sweet. She extended the gem hairbands toward me. “Let me put them on for you, Sister.”

I stepped aside quickly. She blinked, startled. Then the tears came—instant and perfect. “Sister, do you not like what I’ve brought you?” “I knelt before the Moon Goddess for forty-nine days to earn this blessing for you and the Alpha.” “I know you think I’m beneath you—just an orphan girl, and you’d naturally look down on anything I offer.” At those words, several lunas at the table immediately softened. “What a sincere gift. And yet you greet it with a cold face. Well, I suppose none of us will dare give you anything from now on.” “Rescued from the battlefield—what a kind-hearted girl. And here the luna makes her look like the villain.” … I had no choice but to force a smile and say I appreciated both the sentiment and the gift. My hair was already pinned with a comb, I explained. It would be awkward to swap things out now. Bella dabbed her eyes and looked at me with wounded dignity. “A humble gift, given with a full heart. My gem hairband may not compare to your jeweled comb, Sister—but I scraped my knees raw kneeling in prayer for it.” “I only ask that you try it on for a moment. It would suit you so beautifully.” It was clear she would not relent until I wore it. At that very moment, a slave with no wolf stepped into the hall, head bowed respectfully toward Harlan. “My lord Alpha, I come at the Luna Queen’s command to escort the Luna to the palace for a flower-viewing.” My heart lurched. It was little Finn—the one who had dug me out of the mass grave and given me a proper burial in my past life. Finn glanced at me with quiet concern. I seized the opportunity to excuse myself—but Bella surged forward and caught my arm. “Sister, let me put the gem hairbands on before you go to see the Luna Queen. It wouldn’t do to outshine her with that jeweled comb, would it?” She reached for my hair again. Then Finn spoke, his tone carefully neutral. “This young lady looks familiar. Weren’t there dancers brought from the northern territories last year? I believe I’ve seen her before.” Bella froze. Then she recovered quickly, her smile plastered back into place. “You must be mistaken. I am an orphan the Alpha rescued from the battlefield. I don’t dance.” Finn said nothing more. I took my chance. “Since the Luna Queen has summoned me, I’ll go at once.” I turned to Bella with a placid smile. “We can worry about the gem hairbands when I return, Sister.” I moved toward the door. Bella grabbed my sleeve. “Are you running from me, Sister? It only takes a moment to put on a hairband. How much time could it possibly waste?” Then she swayed—and crashed into Finn. “You—you dared touch me!” she shrieked, clutching her side, tears streaming down her face. The lunas at the table erupted. “In broad daylight—a worthless slave daring to lay hands on someone from the Alpha’s Gem Pack!” “A creature like that deserves to be beaten to death!” Bella wept with breathtaking beauty, her voice trembling. “I may be lowborn, but I am a clean and honest woman. To be violated like this—I’d rather die than endure it!” She lurched as if to throw herself against the stone pillar. Harlan shot to his feet and caught her, pulling her into his arms. Finn had gone chalk-white. He dropped to his knees. “I didn’t touch her! She lost her balance and nearly fell. I reached out to steady her—I never made contact!” Bella only wept harder. Harlan’s voice was ice. “Drag this slave out and give him fifty lashes, then send him to the punishment chamber.” I stepped forward quickly. “My lord, he was sent by the Luna Queen herself. If he is beaten—or worse—in our Gem Pack, how will we answer to her?” Bella choked out a sob and cut in. “Why is Sister defending an outsider? Unless…unless it was Sister he was touching, and Sister enjoyed it?” The malice in those words was razor-sharp. She was implying, openly, that Finn and I had something between us. Harlan’s gaze slid to me, and something cold and shadowed moved through it. I opened my mouth—but Finn spoke first, pressing his forehead to the floor. “My lord, I accept whatever punishment you see fit.” “I only ask that you spare my life, for the Luna Queen’s sake, so I may return and fulfill my duty.” Something clenched tight in my chest. If I pleaded for him, it would prove the accusation. Finn was protecting me. I was trembling with fury. My eyes fell on the wooden gem hairband still in Bella’s hand, and an idea took shape. She wanted to swap bodies and destinies with me. Then I would give her something very specific in return. I looked at Finn. I wondered if he would understand what I needed from him.

The dull thud of a lash came from the dungeon. In my past life, he had buried my body. In this life, he was taking my punishment. What could I do for him? Help him escape that broken body. Give him freedom. Just then, a maidservant hurried in to find me. “The slave with no wolf has lost consciousness. Do they continue?” My stomach dropped. “What does the Alpha say?” “The Alpha is with Miss Bella. He gave no order to stop.” No order to stop meant an order to kill. Bella wanted Finn silenced permanently. I spun toward the dungeon—but Bella’s voice stopped me cold. She appeared at the far end of the corridor, two maidservants trailing behind her. “If you go to him now, Sister, everything said at the table today becomes truth.” I laughed, sharp and hollow. “You’re right, Sister. What do I care whether that slave lives or dies?” I glanced at the gem hairbands in her hand. “About those gem hairbands, Sister—do you still want to put them on me?” Bella’s eyes lit up. She thrust the wooden band toward me. “You’ll wear it?” I took it from her, then let out a slow sigh. “Tomorrow is the anniversary of my mother’s death. I’ll be going to the Temple of the Moon Goddess to pay my respects.” “If you truly mean what you say, Sister, come with me tomorrow. We’ll stand before the Moon Goddess together, and you can put the gem hairbands on me yourself—as a proper offering.” A flicker of suspicion crossed Bella’s face, but it drowned quickly in triumph. She probably thought I was afraid of the gossip and needed an excuse to save face. “Very well. I’ll go with you tomorrow.” She smiled exactly the way she had when she won, in my past life. I nodded, turned, and walked back inside. “Aren’t you going to the dungeon, Sister?” “No.” Finn had already lost consciousness. Going now would not save him. Pleading would only confirm what Bella had implied—and hand her exactly what she wanted. But I had another way. I went straight to my room and wrote a letter, pressing it into a trusted maidservant’s hands to be delivered to the palace in secret. The Luna Queen might not care much about the life of one lowly slave—but she cared a great deal about her dignity. Her own man had been beaten in another pack’s territory. Sooner or later, she would ask questions.

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I was born cursed. Whatever terrible thing I spoke aloud—it came true. To protect Cole, I spent three years in silence, swallowing every word that climbed up my throat. But he always came to me in the dead of night, pressing me to speak—begging me to curse him. “Just say I’ll get hit by a car,” he’d whisper. “Say the company’s going under.” And when I finally broke—when I screamed every ugly curse I had—he kissed the tears off my face with something that looked so much like love. I thought he was holding space for the darkest part of me. Until the words appeared, floating in the air above his head like closed captions scrolling across a screen: [Cole’s performance is FLAWLESS. Using the law of conservation, he transfers Zoe’s curses onto himself—only for the disaster to rebound entirely onto Zoe, canceling out Iris’s death flag!] [Poor stand-in. She’s about to take the hit for the multi-car pileup that was meant for the female lead!] The love in my throat curdled into something iron and sweet. No wonder every curse I spoke landed on me instead of him. The system prompt appeared in my peripheral vision: Death flag countdown: 3 days. To survive: strike back. Now. Cole was watching me, expectant and soft-eyed. “Come on. One more. Tell me you wish I were dead.” I smiled. My eyes went cold. “Cole.” I said his name like a door clicking shut. “Since you want to hear it so badly.” “Then I wish you a long life. And the loneliness to match.” … He blinked. Then he laughed—fond and exasperated—and dragged his thumb across the tip of my nose. “Zoe. What kind of curse is that?” “Long life is a gift. And lonely?” He pulled me against his chest, his chin resting on my forehead. “As long as you’re here, how could I ever be lonely?” The gesture was so practiced it made my ribs ache. I almost believed him again—until the next line appeared, bold and blood-red: [LMAO, he thinks that was a joke. She meant every word. He’s reading sincerity as flirting!] [MOVE IT. The female lead’s death flag just spiked! We need a nastier curse—NOW!] [Hold steady, Cole! One more round. Get her to curse a car accident tonight, and Iris’s flight lands safe tomorrow!] I went rigid. My fingernails pressed crescents into my palms. So that’s what it was. Three years of silence—and to him, I was just a battery. Something to charge. Every late-night coaxing. Every “just say it, baby.” All of it was fuel he was feeding to another woman’s fire. “You’re shaking,” he said. His hand moved to my back, slow and warm. “Did I scare you?” “Don’t be scared, Zoe.” He kissed the top of my head. “Just say the words. The bad energy leaves with them. I stay safe. That’s all.” “Just one more sentence.” “Say I’ll get in a wreck. Say I won’t make it out.” He cupped my face. His eyes were full of something that should have been love. But underneath—urgency. A clock ticking. He was waiting for me to load Iris Langford’s death onto my own back. The iron taste in my throat got worse. The system’s countdown detonated somewhere behind my eyes: Death flag countdown: 2 days, 23 hours, 59 minutes. Host’s vitals in critical decline. Strike back immediately. Strike back? I looked at the face I had loved for five years. God, it was disgusting. I opened my mouth. My voice came out raw. “Cole.” He lit up. “Yeah?” “Since you want it so much—” I pulled my lips into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “I wish you a love that lives across an ocean. One that can never close the distance.” “I wish you betrayal. Ruin. A name no one respects.” “I wish you the permanent loss of everything you love.” Cole’s smile froze. The script overhead went berserk: [What the—why is she going off-script?] [That curse… something’s wrong with it.] [Whatever, bad words are bad words! Law of conservation: ACTIVATED!] The air thickened. Cole’s expression flickered—irritation, then the mask slipping back into place. He exhaled like someone tolerating a difficult child. “Zoe. Stop messing around.” “That kind of curse doesn’t work. It’s too vague.” “I need specifics.” He gripped my shoulders hard. “Say I’ll bleed. Say I’ll break a leg. Say it.” I wanted to. But I was already paying. The moment those curses left my mouth, the rebound hit—a fist closing around my heart, darkness crowding the edges of my vision. “Cole—” I folded into him, and a mouthful of blood bloomed red across his white shirt. Vivid. Impossible to look away from. Cole’s pupils blew wide. Not from grief. The script confirmed it: [YES! She’s bleeding! Rebound complete!] [Female lead’s flight hit turbulence—but she’s through it! The stand-in just bought her safe landing with a mouthful of blood!] Cole caught me, his voice tight with urgency. “Zoe! What happened—call an ambulance!” Panic written all over his face. But the arms holding me—steady as stone. Not a tremor. And his eyes kept drifting down to his watch. Calculating the minutes until Iris’s wheels touched ground.

I woke up alone in a hospital room. The only company was the system panel hovering at eye level: Strike back progress: 5%. Death flag countdown: 2 days, 20 hours. I stared at the ceiling and let myself remember how it started. Three years ago, I first understood what I was. I’d muttered “that project of Cole’s is going to tank”—and the next morning his firm was raided and shuttered. I’d said “that streetlight looks like it’s about to fall”—and a second later it collapsed on top of him, putting him in the ICU. So I went quiet. For him. Three years of swallowing every word. He held me and said, “It’s okay, Zoe. I don’t blame you.” I thought it was grace. It was grooming. He was fattening the lamb. The door opened. Cole walked in carrying a thermos, looking hollow-eyed and raw. “You’re up.” He crossed to the bed fast, shadows under his eyes, voice scraped thin. “You scared me. Doctor says it was acute stress—sudden hemorrhage.” “Why did you just start bleeding like that?” He filled a small bowl from the thermos and held it to my lips. “Here. Eat something.” I turned my head away. “Still upset with me?” He set the bowl down, patient as ever, and took my hand—the one without the IV. His voice turned careful, sincere. “Zoe. This was therapy. The doctor said the only way to break a psychological block is to face it—say the thing you’re afraid of saying.” “I was doing this for you.” Right. For me. If I hadn’t seen the script, I’d already be crying. [This man deserves an Oscar and a restraining order.] [“Therapy.” Sure. It’s called energy transfer, but okay!] [Something just went wrong on the female lead’s end—Cole’s here to refuel. Classic move.] His phone buzzed. One glance at the screen and something shifted in his face. His grip on my hand tightened. Eyes sharpening. “Zoe—can you do one more thing for me?” I said nothing. “The new development site. There might be an issue.” He frowned like a man carrying a great weight. “If something goes wrong, I’m finished. Everything gone.” “Just say the building’s going to collapse. Say it, and it won’t. Negative times negative.” He watched me hopefully. I almost laughed. When had I never noticed how full of holes his logic was? If negatives cancelled out, why did every curse I spoke land on me? “Cole.” I pulled my hand back. My voice came out flat and dry. “I’m tired.” “I’m done talking.” He went still. Like the version of me that had always said yes was a person he hadn’t prepared for losing. “Zoe.” The warmth drained from his tone. “Don’t be difficult.” “Think about the workers. Dozens of them. Their families.” “Could you really live with yourself if something happened to them?” There it was. The move he always fell back on. Old me would have caved—stammered a curse through the guilt, bled for it, called it love. But I had seen the script: [Iris just arrived at the construction site! CURSE IT NOW—a steel beam is about to go!] Right. Not workers. Not lives at stake. Iris Langford had decided to take a site visit. I leaned back against the pillow and closed my eyes. “If it’s going to fall, stop building it.” “You—” Cole shot to his feet. The chair scraped back like a slap. “You’ve changed, Zoe.” He looked down at me from above, and all the patience had gone out of his voice. “You used to be reasonable.” You used to be easy to manipulate, he meant. “My throat hurts,” I said. “I can’t talk.” Cole breathed in sharply, reining himself in. Then the script flashed red: [DANGER. Beam’s loose! Ten seconds!] [Male lead—FORCE IT. Now!] He lunged forward and grabbed my jaw. His fingers bit in hard enough to bruise. “Say it.” His eyes had gone somewhere far and wild. “Say the building falls! Say it right now!” “Zoe. Don’t make me hate you.”

My jaw felt like it was being crushed. I stared up at the stranger wearing Cole’s face. Five years. This is who I loved for five years. For another woman, he didn’t hesitate for a second. “…” A sound clawed its way out of me. Cole eased his grip slightly, a flicker of hope crossing his face. “Good. Say it. Once you do, it’s over. We’re both fine.” I looked at him. At the countdown flickering above his head. [5. 4. 3…] “Cole.” I exhaled. “I wish your building…” Cole held his breath. “…stands forever. Strong as bedrock. Never falls.” His face collapsed. The script erupted: [WHAT?! A reverse blessing?!] [Wait—she’s cursed, not blessed. Good words from her mouth mean NOTHING—] [Oh no. Oh no no no. The female lead has no buffer now. The beam is actually dropping!] Cole let go of me and scrambled for his phone. It was already ringing before he got it out. His hands shook as he answered. “Iris? You okay?! Are you hurt—” From the speaker: chaos. Shouting. A siren starting up somewhere. “Cole…” Her voice was small and trembling, the voice of someone who had just been grazed by something enormous. “I’m so scared… a beam just came down… it missed me by inches…” Cole’s knees nearly buckled. “You’re okay. You’re okay, you’re okay—” He kept repeating it, half prayer, half unraveling. I watched him from the bed with cold clarity. My reverse blessing hadn’t shielded her. But it had disrupted the equation. Without a genuine curse to feed the transfer, Iris’s plot armor couldn’t hold. She’d gotten lucky. Just lucky. Cole ended the call and turned to me. The look on his face was terrifying. “You did that on purpose.” He moved toward the bed slowly. “Do you have any idea how close she came? One centimeter, Zoe. One centimeter and her face—” “That was an accident,” I said. “Accident?” He laughed—a short, ugly sound—and reached out and ripped the IV from my arm. Blood welled at the needle site. I winced but kept my expression flat. “Since you won’t curse anything,” he said, pulling me off the bed by the wrist, “you’re coming to the site. You can look those workers in the eye.” “You can watch what your silence almost cost.” “Cole. I’m still a patient—” “You’ll live.” He cut me off, already dragging me toward the door. “Compared to what Iris went through, you’re fine.” The script drifted past in a stream: [Is he serious? She literally vomited blood an hour ago!] [Poor female lead, that must have been terrifying. The stand-in is so cruel, refusing to help.] [Excuse me?? No one OWES the female lead their body—] [The last one needs to sit down. The stand-in is literally a tool. Tools don’t get opinions.] I was shoved into the car. Cole put his foot down. The speedometer climbed. My stomach rolled. I pressed my hand to my mouth and held on. The system’s voice came through thin and fraying: Vitals at 30%. Host. If you don’t fight back, you will die in this car. I looked at Cole’s white-knuckled grip on the wheel. Then I looked out the window at the blur of traffic beside us. Fine. “Cole,” I said quietly. “Slow down.” “Or—” I caught his eyes in the rearview mirror. “We’re going to crash.”

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In a world where people killed each other over half a can of food, I had four dads who spoiled me like a princess. After Mom died, her four closest comrades found me still alive inside her womb. So I ended up with four dads. First Dad, Ethan, was the Commander of Fortress Eden. Second Dad, Nathan, was the Warden — the most vicious criminals turned obedient in front of him. Third Dad, Callum, was a brilliant scientist, leading the hunt for a vaccine. Fourth Dad, Xander, was the strongest fighter the base had ever seen. I grew up wrapped in their love. Every woman in the safe zone envied me. Until the year I turned sixteen, when they found Jade, the daughter of the woman they had all once loved. From that day on, my four dads became strangers. Jade said I insulted her. Ethan Dad had my mouth wired shut and starved me for three days and nights. She said I poisoned her. Callum Dad strapped me down and injected me with a vaccine still in testing. The serum ravaged me from the inside out, destroying one of my eyes. When Jade claimed I’d hired men to assault her, Xander Dad grabbed me by the collar and threw me into the refugee slum outside the inner walls. Three years passed. I went from fury to submission. Until tonight, my tent flap opened again, I began undressing out of habit. Then I heard a voice say, “Lily, do you want to come back to your mother?” I snapped my head up. But the room was empty. At the same moment, a voice echoed through my mind. It said it was a faint trace of my mother’s consciousness. My mother was from future. After completing her mission, she’d left in a hurry, never expecting that she would have a daughter. Now she knew. She wanted to take me home. All I had to do was let this body die. It spoke again. “Lily, your mother has been desperate since she found out about you. Will you—” It hadn’t even finished when I was already on my feet. Without hesitation, I grabbed a blade and pressed it against my throat. This was wonderful. Mom was alive. And I was about to see her. A joy so massive it drowned out every fear of death. But just as I pressed the blade harder, a tremendous force struck my hand. Pain shot through my fingers. I let go. The blade hit the floor. A boot came down on top of it. “Lily. You want to die?” I knew that voice. My head lifted on instinct. When I saw who it was, I called out without thinking. “Xander Dad.” The moment it left my mouth, I already regretted it. Sure enough, the man’s brow furrowed. “Don’t call me that. I cut ties with you a long time ago.”

The man standing before me was Xander, the strongest fighter in the base. When I was small, a rival faction inside the base had kidnaped me. To make them let me go, Xander stood in front of their leader and took three bullets without flinching — just to bring me back without a scratch. After I was rescued, I cried looking at his wounds. He just stroked my head and told me those cuts felt like nothing to him. But watching me cry, he said, nearly killed him. Among my four dads, Xander Dad loved me the most. It was a shame that love vanished four years ago, the day Nathan Dad brought a wounded Jade back from a supply search. I had always known my four dads had all loved the same woman once. What I never knew was that she wasn’t my mother. She was Jade’s mother. They say my four dads were the son of a legendary warrior named Marcus. The former base commander, General Victor, had feared Marcus’s growing influence and purged his entire faction on fabricated charges. It was my young mother who hid them, smuggling each boy to a different base. When they grew strong enough, she helped them rise up and take back the base. Ethan Dad became the new Commander. Justice was finally done. They say my mother and Ethan Dad were deeply in love. But just before their wedding, a woman named Serena appeared. One look at her, and all four men forgot themselves. My mother kept trying to fight for what was hers. In the end, jealousy consumed her, and she took her own life. After she died, Serena disappeared too. Only when Jade came back did they learn the truth. Serena left because she felt guilty for my mother’s death. Honestly, I never believed any of that. My instincts told me my mother was not the villain. Serena was. But my dads didn’t trust my instincts. They decided I was just like her. Jealous. Petty. Causing trouble. So every time I clashed with Jade, they took her side. It wasn’t long before I went from their beloved little princess to a ghost in the base. Xander picked up the blade and glanced at the wound on my throat. Then his wrist turned. The blade came straight for me. I stumbled back two steps on reflex. The flash of steel passed. A new cut appeared on my neck. Xander gave a cold laugh. “If you want to die that badly, why did you dodge?” “Lily. You’re just like that mother of yours. Pathetic. Always hurting yourself to get someone’s attention.” “She was smarter than you, at least. She always did it in front of all four of us. You pick this kind of miserable place. You’ve really lost your mind.”

I was about to explain I wasn’t performing. Then I remembered. Every explanation I had ever given, they ignored. I lowered my head. “You’re right, Xander. And may I ask why you’ve come all the way here? Was it specifically to watch me perform?” Xander paused. “Don’t flatter yourself. Today is Jade’s birthday. She said recently that she’s willing to forgive you and be friends again. I came to bring you to her.” Three days ago, word had spread that the Commander intended to name Jade his successor. He had arranged a ceremony at the base on her birthday to make it official. I was one year older than her. That was a promise Ethan Dad had made to me when I was ten — that one day, I would lead after him. In the past, if anyone tried to take something of mine, I would have burned the whole place down before letting them have it. Now I simply looked at Xander without expression. “I don’t want to go.” Xander paused. Then he said, “That’s not your choice to make.” He grabbed me by the arm and hauled me out. He shoved me into the SUV and drove toward the command hall. Sitting in the SUV, Xander talked into my ear the entire time. I needed to kneel when I saw Jade. I needed to stop angering her. My chest ached quietly. I watched the road blur faster and faster outside. The thought of seeing my mother grew louder and louder in my mind. I stood up, shoved the door open, and jumped. Before I hit the ground, I heard a shout. I thought, at this speed, I would finally manage it. Instead of the impact I expected, I fell into something warm. Xander had caught me. We rolled across the ground twice together. His furious voice broke over my head. “Lily. Are you insane?” I looked at him. Blood from a cut on his forehead ran down his face. I reached up to wipe it away. His expression turned vicious. “Can you stop this? You just want to see if I still care about you. I’m telling you right now, rescuing you means nothing. I would have done the same for any stranger. If I’d known what you were thinking, I never would have jumped.” “From now on, if you want to die, go ahead. I’m not stopping you.” My hand froze in the air. From the corner of my eye, I spotted the lake just off the road. I smiled faintly. “Okay, Xander. Remember what you said.” Before he could react, I was on my feet. I turned and threw myself into the water. Xander had nearly drowned as a child. Water was his one fear. And he had just said those words. He was not coming in after me. So when the freezing water rushed into my lungs, I felt nothing but relief. Finally. I was going to see Mom.

After some time, the darkness cleared. I sat up eagerly, ready to find mom. Then someone slapped me hard onto the floor. “You worthless girl. All we did was send you to the slum to reflect. And you pull this stunt the moment you see Xander. Do you have any idea what you’ve done? He almost drowned trying to pull you out.” Callum Dad’s voice came from above me. His face was dark with fury. Of my four dads, I had been closest to Callum. The others were constantly occupied. So the task of raising me had fallen on him. He taught me to read. He taught me biology and medicine. He was always gentle. No matter how badly I misbehaved, he guided me with patience and never once punished me. But the Callum who never raised his voice at me struck me on Jade’s very first day back. That time, Jade had contaminated Callum’s pathogen samples herself. Then she told him I did it. Callum took a belt to me. “Lily, this is my failure. I raised you to be reckless and careless. Do you have any idea how many lives depend on those samples?” Later, when Jade claimed I’d injected her with an untested serum, Callum did the same to me — strapped me down, pumped his experimental serum into my body, and locked me in the ward as a test subject. The serum burned through me like acid — every nerve screaming, my skin splitting open, my body convulsing until I nearly stopped breathing. Though Callum treated me afterward, I still lost an eye. Now he stood over me, silent fury building. He raised his hand to strike again. At the last moment, Xander caught his wrist. “Eli, calm down. Today is Jade’s ceremony. She apparently can’t handle it. She’s already tried to kill herself three times in front of me.” I glanced at Xander. He had changed clothes. His wounds were bandaged. But his face was pale. I remembered what Callum had said. Xander couldn’t swim. Whatever it had cost him to pull me out of that lake, it wasn’t nothing. Callum scoffed. “Xander, you’ve been fooled. Four years ago you were away on a mission. She pulled these tricks constantly in front of all of us. She just wants our attention.” Xander relaxed slightly, as if something inside him unclenched. “So that’s what it was.” Callum looked back at me. “Lily, today is Jade’s birthday. If you need to act out, do it in front of us. Don’t take it to Ethan Dad or Nathan Dad. You know how those two are…” He didn’t finish. I was already lunging toward his medicine cabinet. I had lived with Callum long enough to know where he kept his most lethal drugs. I found the worst one and swallowed it before anyone could stop me. Callum went white.

The drug was bitter. But I felt light. Callum had once told me there was no antidote for this one. If I swallowed it, it was over. Callum only froze for a moment. Then he was in front of me, forcing his fingers into my mouth. “Do you know what you just took?” He wrenched my jaw open and shoved his fingers down my throat. His large hand patted my back forcefully. Black blood trickled out of my mouth. Only when the blood turned red did he breathe again. “Lily. It’s just a position. Was dying really worth it?” Xander was still shaking. He had finally accepted I was serious, and his voice trembled. “Lily, don’t do this again. Actually, yesterday all four of us spoke with Jade. She said she’s ready to forgive you. After today, you can come back to live with us. We’ll treat you the way we used to. Okay?” Hearing that, tears fell from my eyes. Both men assumed it was relief. The next second I dropped to my knees before them. “Callum Dad. Xander Dad. Please. Just let me go.” Callum’s face reddened. “Lily, do you understand what we just said…” “I understand.” I no longer wanted to hide it. “But I don’t want to go back. I want to find my mother.” I told them everything the voice in my head had said. Their expressions shifted and twisted as they listened. Finally, Callum helped me up. “Lily, listen to me. Your mother is truly gone.” She had drowned in the lake years ago. Ethan Dad pulled her out, but Callum had used everything he knew and still couldn’t save her. Afterward, all four of them removed me from her womb and kept vigil for seven days. They watched her body rotten until there was nothing left. Callum said the voice in my head was probably a trauma-induced hallucination. It wasn’t. I was certain. But no matter how I insisted, they refused to believe me. Callum sighed. “If you truly don’t want to come back, then stay here with me. As long as you behave, I won’t let anyone hurt you again.” I was about to shake my head. Heavy boots came pounding from outside. Moments later, Ethan Dad and Nathan Dad rushed in. “Callum, Xander, have you seen Jade? She’s missing.”

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