LOGIN***THIRD POV***
The door shut behind her with a quiet click. Kaelan did not move. Silence filled the room, thick and suffocating, as though the space itself was holding its breath. The two alpha brothers had numerous thoughts running through their minds. Thoughts so heavy they tainted the air between them. Then Kaelan exhaled sharply, breaking the silence. “She’s gone,” he said, his voice edged with something close to frustration. Lucian stood a few steps away from his brother, his gaze still fixed on the door, as though he could see through it. “Yes, I can see that,” Lucian replied, his tone coated with sarcasm. Kaelan turned toward him, disbelief and barely restrained anger swirling in his amber eyes. “That is all you have to say?” Kaelan snarled. Lucian’s expression did not falter. “She is our mate, and you are standing here like nothing just happened,” he continued, his voice rising just enough to break the restraint he had been holding onto. “We handled it as appropriately as possible,” Lucian said, moving to stand next to a small window that let in the night’s cool and velvety air. The faint breeze stirred the luxurious silk of his shirt. Kaelan let out a short, humorless laugh, the sound hollow. “Appropriately?” He took a step closer. “You let her walk out of this room.” Lucian’s eyes finally shifted to meet his, unnervingly placid. “And what exactly would you have had me do, brother?” Lucian asked calmly. “Chase after her? Drag her back into this room in front of the pack? Throw her into a room and lock her in it?” Kaelan’s jaw tightened. A muscle twitched. “I would have followed her,” he said without hesitation. “I know,” Lucian shot back. “Trust me, I know just how reckless you can be. I have known you all my life. I would not be surprised.” His answer only fueled Kaelan’s frustration. “She is our mate,” Kaelan stated more firmly this time. “And you let her go, just like that.” Lucian watched him for a moment, then spoke. “She is also an omega, in case that slipped past you.” A graveyard hush fell over the room at those words. Kaelan’s expression darkened slightly, but he did not look away. He did not retreat. “And?” he challenged. Lucian’s tone remained even. “And that means she will be judged,” he said. “Judged for the littlest of things. You and I are both familiar with the scrutiny that a high-rank Luna faces. It would be much worse for an omega. There is quite a long list of obstacles she will definitely face, and you chasing after her tonight would have made her the center of attention before she is ready.” Kaelan scoffed softly. “She already is the center of attention,” he said. “She stood in that hall, and everyone witnessed something shift. They felt it. She felt it. I felt it. Heck, you felt it.” Lucian did not try denying it. That, more than anything, made the truth sit heavier. Kaelan ran a hand through his hair, pacing once across the room before stopping again. “I do not understand you, brother,” Kaelan said. “You felt it, and yet you stood right there and let her walk away.” Lucian’s gaze sharpened slightly. “I did not ‘let’ her walk away,” he said. “I chose not to act recklessly, as you would have preferred.” Kaelan’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Reckless,” he sneered. “Yes,” Lucian said simply. “Because chasing her tonight would have told the entire pack exactly what she is to us.” Kaelan turned sharply, his frustration flaring. “Come on, what if they already suspect?” he shot back. “What if they already felt it? I am pretty sure they did.” Lucian held his gaze, unyielding. “Then we confirm nothing,” he said. “Not yet.” A pause stretched between them. Kaelan’s wolf, Vyre, stirred again. The presence clawed at him from beneath the surface, restless, agitated, pushing against the restraint he was forcing onto himself. 'She is ours,' the thought echoed within him. “She is not just some omega,” Kaelan said, his voice lower now, more controlled but no less intense. “She is ours.” Lucian’s icy grey eyes flickered slightly at that, the smallest crack in his otherwise composed demeanor. “I am aware,” he said. But the words did not carry the same weight. Not to Kaelan. Not with the way the bond still pulsed beneath his skin, refusing to be ignored, refusing to stay quiet. Kaelan stepped closer again, closing what little distance remained between them. His voice dropped as he spoke into his brother’s ear.“Then act like it.”
***THIRD POV***The grandfather clock in the corner of the study ticked loudly. It was past midnight yet here they were.King Aldric stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, his back to his sons. Even with silver threading his dark hair, his silhouette remained imposing, a mountain of hard-won muscle and unyielding authority.Behind him, Kaelan and Lucian stood like twin pillars of stone, almost identical in height and build, yet completely polarized in their energy.Kaelan had his arms crossed tightly over his chest. He kept his gaze fixed on the map of the territory spread across the desk, though his mind was miles away, tracking a different kind of boundary altogether.Lucian leaned against the bookshelf in the darkest corner of the room. He looked entirely detached, head tilted back, eyes half-closed as if bored.Kaelan knew. He could feel the high-voltage tension radiating off Lucian’s skin, an agitation that mirrored his own.The mate bond they shared — the one they were currently
I was not looking at anything in particular.My eyes were open, fixed on the cold, soot-stained hearth of the fireplace, but my mind was miles away.I did not hear the first knock. I did not hear the heavy iron latch lift, or the soft creak of the oak door pivoting on its hinges."Ophelia."My lips stayed still."My lady."I blinked, and the blurred lines of the cold stone fireplace snapped back into sharp focus.Gertha stood a few feet away, her hands clasped tightly in front of her apron. She was watching me with a look that hovered dangerously close to pity."You were somewhere else," she said softly, her voice barely carrying over the draft whistling through the window pane."I was.""You have a visitor," she informed, her eyes darting toward the door. "Elder Maris."I looked down at my hands. The rough, dark stone Elara had given me was still pressed against my palm. It was warm -unnaturally so - retaining a steady, pulse-like heat that felt like a quiet heart beating against my s
***THIRD POV***The blade caught the lantern light as he turned it over in his hands.Kaelan sat on the steps leading up to the palace's Southern gate, his sword resting across his thighs, his back against the iron railing. The night air was clean, carrying the scent of frost. He had been sitting here for hours, watching the shadows stretch and shrink across the courtyard, thinking.Lucian had always been the one their father looked at first. The one who was measured, who was dutiful, who was found acceptable before Kaelan ever opened his mouth.He remembered standing in the doorway of their father's study, watching Lucian recite the names of the old kings, watching their father nod with approval.He had never gotten that nod. Not once in all his years.He remembered the day their father took them to the border for the first time. They had been twelve. Their father had pointed to the treeline and asked what they saw. Lucian had answered immediately, his voice clear and certain: "The n
She had my face. My hair. My eyes. But something in her expression was different.I touched my cheek. The girl in the glass touched hers too.I had kissed Kaelan. I had let him hold me. I had let him almost mark me. And the craziest part, I had not pulled away.I looked at my neck. The skin was still whole. No mark. No claim. Yet I could still feel the ghost of his teeth grazing my throat, the heat of his breath against my skin. I pressed my fingers to the spot and held them there. The memory of his mouth on my skin lingered like a brand I could not see yet could not forget.I thought about Lucian then, and I hated it, but he always hovered in the back of my mind no matter how hard I tried to block him out.I turned away from the mirror; the scroll from the Council still lay on the table. I had read it over and over again. The full moon. A few nights. The GreeveWood. You will enter the forest at dusk. You will emerge at dawn on the third day, or you will not emerge at all.I did not w
The moment felt like it might shatter if either of us breathed too hard.His hands were still on my face, his palms rough against my cheeks. His amber eyes held mine, and in them I saw something I had not expected. Hunger. Possession.But my mind was not entirely on him in this moment. My mind was on the other brother. The one who looked at me like I was a literally mistake in flesh."What if Lucian does not accept it?" I asked.A muscle flickered in Kaelan's jaw. However, his hands remained on my face."Then he is a dumb fuck," he said.I laughed. The first real laughter that had left my lips in days. "He is your brother, Kaelan.""I know." There was a slight undertone of exhaustion in his voice. "We are not the same person. We are twins, yes. But we are still two separate beings with the ability to make different choices... And I have made mine."I stepped closer. I did not know why. I only knew that the space between us felt wrong. Too much air.He looked down at me. His eyes had go
I found Kaelan in the training yard, just as he had promised. He stood with a sword in each hand, waiting."You're late," he said when I came into view."I'm here, aren't I?"He tossed me a sword. I caught it. The grip was familiar now. I had held it enough times that my fingers remembered the shape of it."Show me what you remember," he said.I swung. The blade cut through the air in a clean motion. He nodded once."Better. Again."I swung again. I focused on the motion. The way the blade moved through the air. I tried to empty my mind.But my mind was not in the yard. My mind was in the Council chamber. My mind dwelled on the unanswered question. The way they had looked at me like I was already dead.I swung again. The blade was off.Kaelan stepped forward. "Stop."I lowered the sword. He walked toward me, his eyes searching my face."Your form is off," he said. "Your mind is somewhere else."My lips stayed shut."What is wrong with you?"I looked down at the sword in my hands. The
The door opened, and I was led into a room that thrived on quiet intimacy. It was small compared to the grandeur of the Grand Hall, a room that could have been a painting itself.The walls were lined with aged wood, smooth and warm under the dim glow of lamp lights hung at strategic points. They we
The music resumed, loud and mesmerizing, its melody travelling through every corner of the Grand Hall, coaxing feet back into motion. Yet I did not move.I stood rigid, legs glued to the spot, as though if I made a single step the world would shatter. Around me, wolves swayed and spun, lanterns ref
Moonlight poured through the open ceiling like liquid silver, spilling across the well-polished floors and illuminating the faces of wolves moving gracefully through the hall. The pack wolves looked unearthly in its soft glow. This was another thing Silver Fang was widely known for: its members wh
It came the way it always did.Without warning, without permission.Two figures stood at the edge of a forest I did not recognise, their backs to me, their faces hidden from my view.The trees surrounding them were tall and ancient. Mist curled around adding to the night's eeriness. I could not see







