Masuk"Get the hell away from her door, Mitchell."
My voice is a low, vibrating snarl that rattles the heavy oak panelling of the corridor.
My brother doesn't flinch. He stands there in the dim light of the west wing, his fingers hovering inches from the brass handle of Betty’s bedroom. His jaw ticks. A pulse beats wildly in his throat, a clear sign of the volatile mate-bond ripping through his veins.
Adriel POV"Get your filthy hands off my clothes before I snap your fingers backwards."I do not look at the blonde wolf clawing at my sleeve. I do not look at the three others blocking the gravel path outside the training grounds. Ever since the bomb went off, the pack house has been crawling with them. They smile. They tilt their heads to show their necks. They track my scent through the hallways like starving dogs outside a butcher shop."We only wanted to show you the northern boundary, Alpha," the blonde whispers. Her eyelashes flutter against her cheeks. "The woods get confusing after dark.""Move."I take one step forward, my boots crunching hard into the stones.Elia steps up beside me, her shoulder clipping mine. The air around us turns thick and ice-cold in a fraction of a second. It is the Luna aura, heavy and suffocating, dropping over the path like a lead weight.The blonde wolf stops breathing. Her knees hit the gravel w
Betty POV"Get out of my face before I rip your tongue out," I snap, my voice cutting through the humid air of the Blaze Kingdom training ground.Jianna freezes, her fake smile stretching thin across her jaw. "Excuse me?""You heard me," I say, stepping closer until our toes touch on the red dirt. "You think because I am a guest in this mansion, I do not see the way you look at my mate? I smelled your cheap perfume on our sheets before I even opened the bedroom door.""Lottie was the one in your bed, Betty, not me," she says, her voice dropping into a smooth, defensive purr. "I was just trying to be traditional. We value honesty here.""Then be honest about the fact that you told her to do it," I spit back, my fists clenching at my sides. "You wanted her to take the fall so you could play the comforting friend. You wanted to slide into my spot the second my back was turned."The entire dirt oval goes dead silent.Dozens of unmated fem
Nina POV“Drink it before it gets cold,” I say.I slam the heavy ceramic bowl onto the scarred timber table. The gray kitten under the stove doesn’t even flinch. It just keeps licking its paws, eyes locked on the puddle of spilled milk near my boots.Jethro doesn’t move. His hand stays wrapped around the handle of the pram. He stares out of the kitchen window, his jaw tight enough to crack a tooth.“He is sleeping,” Jethro says.His voice is too low. It has been like this for three days. Ever since Mitchell took the elite warriors into the northern ridge to hunt for Novalee, the castle has felt like an empty tomb. The silence is a physical weight. It sits on my chest every time I wake up in the dark.“He needs to eat,” I say, crossing my arms over my apron. “And you need to stop pacing the floorboards like a caged beast. You are going to wear a hole straight through to th
Mitchell POV"Get your hands off me!" I bark, shoving the sobbing girl backward.She stumbles over the gravel, her eyes wide and wet. Luka steps between us immediately, his shoulder blocking her path. The local priestess, Nancy, narrows her eyes from the cabin porch. Her wrinkled face tightens into a mask of pure disapproval."I already have a mate," I say, my voice cutting through the thick mountain air. "Her name is Betty. My lycan does not recognize you. Clear out."The girl flinches as if slapped. She lets out a sharp, pathetic wail, turns on her heel, and sprints into the dark treeline."My apologies, Priestess Nancy," I say, though my tone carries zero regret."She will have to handle it," Nancy replies, her voice stiff as bone. "She is my granddaughter. But if your beast does not accept her, that is the end of the matter."She looks past me, her eyes tracking the movement of my warriors."Can we move ins
Betty POVThe tarmac was a blurred streak of grey, and the vibrations from the floorboards were rattling straight up my spine. Every bump in the uneven road hit like a physical punch. My stomach rolled. A sudden, violent wave of nausea surged up my throat, thick and acidic."Stop the car," I choked out, slamming my hand against the front seat. "Stop it now."The tyres screeched against the loose gravel at the edge of the road. Before the vehicle even came to a complete halt, I threw the door open, stumbled onto the grass verge, and fell to my knees. I retched, my hands digging into the dirt as everything inside me burned.You are used to cars, Betty. What is happening?Adriel’s voice snapped inside my mind, sharp with instant panic.I do not know, I thought back, squeezing my eyes shut as another wave of sickness hit. It feels like someone just rammed a fist into my stomach. Like someo
Mitchell POV“Move the warriors out now,” I bark, my boots slamming against the stone steps of the grand hall.Luka does not move. He stands by the heavy oak doors, his fingers white where they grip his leather pack. He stares at the floor.“She told you to find your mate, Luka,” I say, stopping two inches from his face. “Betty has Adriel. She has the guard. Move your feet.”Luka swallows hard, his throat clicking in the quiet corridor. “She is half a world away, Mitchell.”“And Novalee is bleeding out somewhere in the frost,” I snap, my voice dropping an octave. “Are we standing here sweating, or are we hunting?”He jerks his chin once, a grim acknowledgment. He hoists the pack over his shoulder.The heavy front doors groan open. Outside on the gravel driveway, the air is thick and damp. Kinslee stands waiting by the iron gates. Beside her, the two younger witche
Adriel POV"Get out before I tear your throat open," I growled, my voice vibrating through the floorboards.Audrey flinched, her heels clicking rapidly against the polished hardwood as she backed away from my desk. The smug grin she had been sporting all morning finally vanished, re
Mitchell POV"You look like absolute hell."Leonardo did not even blink as he said it. The little runt stood by the edge of the stone terrace, his hands tucked tight behind his back, tracking my movements with those sharp, annoying eyes of his."Shut up and p
Betty POV"Drop the fruit, Betty. We need to move."Leonardo did not shout. He did not have to. His boots slurred against the kitchen flagstones as he skidded to a halt in front of my face.I kept my teeth sunk deep into the apple. The skin split, sour juice
Betty POV"Drink the petrol or drop the match, Betty," Mitchell says, his voice cutting through the damp air of the castle courtyard.I wipe a smear of cold maple syrup from my bottom lip and glare up at him. My stomach is still heavy from the three portions of pancakes I rammed dow







