MasukThey locked me in my room, and I spent the night on the floor, arms wrapped around the empty place in my chest where the bond had been.
By afternoon they came for me again. I knelt on the cold stone of Dayn's office, my eyes swollen almost shut from crying. His scent reached me faint and wrong now, unravelled by the broken bond, and it turned my empty stomach. "Do you have any idea what you've done?" He didn't look at me. He poured whiskey and drank it in one swallow. "The Alpha's fated mate is meant to be a blessing to the whole pack. And the Goddess hands me a murderer." "Ken killed them, not me," I said. My voice came out steadier than I felt. "Someone framed me." "And yet you have no proof." He set the glass down. "No alibi. No witness. Only your word, and your word is worth nothing now." "Ken ran from the scene. I heard him on the phone—" "Ken gave a statement." Dayn's eyes were flat and cold. "He says you fought with your sister and stormed off. He says you'd been reading about vervain. The same poison that was in the gas line." He let that hang. "You see the problem." I did. It was airtight. Someone had built it that way. "Why did you even come to the ceremony?" he asked, quieter now, which was somehow worse. "Did you think being my mate would save you?" I shook my head. I hadn't thought at all. I'd just been so tired of being no one. He watched me for a long moment. Then he reached into a drawer and pulled out a folder. "You've made me a problem," he said. "The whole pack saw the Goddess bind us. They know an Omega accused of murder is my fated mate. It makes me look weak. And I do not tolerate looking weak." "Then what are you going to do with me?" He opened the folder and slid it across the desk. "This morning I received offers. Several of them. Important men who were at the ceremony last night. When my mother tore that dress off you, they saw something they wanted to buy." Ice flooded my veins. "You can't sell a pack member. That's against the law." "I can't sell a pack member," he agreed. "But you were never really one of us, were you? You're an Omega. And after last night, I could exile you for trespassing at the ceremony instead. So." He spread his hands. "Sold, or exiled. Those are your choices." "Exiled I'd be a lone wolf. I'd be dead in a week." "Which is why this is a mercy." His smile was cruel. "Sold, at least you'll be fed. Sheltered. Used, yes. But alive." "You mean raped." The disgust in my voice was the only weapon I had left. "Whatever your buyer wants." He stood. "You don't get to choose that part. You only get to choose whether you live." I stared at the man the Goddess had called my other half, and I understood there was nothing left in him for me. Nothing but a transaction. "Who," I said. "Who's buying me?" "The highest bidder. The auction is tomorrow." He crossed to the door and opened it, nodding to the guard outside. "Take her back. Watch her and make sure she doesn't do anything stupid." The guard seized my arm. As I was dragged out, I looked back once. Dayn stood framed in the lamplight, watching me go without a flicker of anything on his face. Then he turned away and shut the door. They threw me into my room and locked it. I slid down the wall. Tomorrow I would be sold like livestock to a man I'd never met. The thought should have broken me. Instead, somewhere underneath the pain, that stubborn ember flared back to life. I pressed my hand flat over the hollow in my chest. I had lost my family. My name, my mate. My freedom was next.Silverpine — Lord Silas CorvainThe cell was empty.Corvain stood in the doorway with his coat still buttoned against the dungeon chill and looked at the abandoned ropes on the floor, the cot dragged beneath the window, the gap in the bars with its edges scraped bright and smeared brown where she’d bled forcing herself through.Behind him, the guards had gone the color of old tallow. Somewhere up the spiral stairs, he could hear Alpha Dayn shouting at someone, the words lost, the fury clear.Corvain crouched. He picked up a frayed loop of rope, turned it in his gloved fingers, examined the fibers where she’d sawed through it against raw stone. Twenty minutes of work, he judged. Perhaps thirty. With bound hands, in the cold, after a beating and a rejection and an auction.He smiled.“Sir,” the auction house steward said nervously, “the pack extends its deepest apologies. Naturally your payment will be returned in full&
“No,” I said. “No. It’s not possible.”Hilda hadn’t moved from her chair. She had that terrible patience on her face, the kind healers wear when they’re waiting for the truth to finish arriving.“Merliya—”“I was a virgin, Hilda. Two days ago. You cannot— people don’t— it doesn’t happen like that.” I was pacing her kitchen, three steps, turn, three steps, my arms wrapped around myself. “It takes weeks to scent a pregnancy. Everyone knows that. Weeks.”“For most bloodlines, yes.”“Then you’re smelling something else. Soap. His cologne. Something.”“I know what I’m smelling.” Her voice was soft and immovable, a hand on a struggling patient. “But you’re right that it shouldn’t be there. Not this soon. Not this strong.” She stood. “Which is why we’re going to my clinic
Alpha King Jake POV“Cancel the council session.”My steward stopped so abruptly that the papers in his arms slid sideways. In six years, through two border disputes, one assassination attempt, and a rogue incursion that cost us forty warriors, I had never once cancelled a council session.“Your Majesty, the northern delegates arrived last night. Alpha Rennick has waited three weeks for—”“Then he can wait one more day. Cancel it.”I turned back to the map table before he could argue. Behind me I heard the careful silence of a man rearranging his understanding of his king, and then the door closing softly.The map showed the capital and its districts, marked with pins my guards had placed through the night. The club. The streets around it. The hotel. And beyond that, nothing. She had walked out of my room at dawn and dissolved into a city of two hundred thousand wolves like smoke.Liya. Half a name, given d
The sun was fully up by the time I reached Hilda’s street, and I felt every hour of the night before in my bones.I’d walked most of the way. The hotel had been closer to town than I remembered, or maybe shame just made distances shorter. Either way, I slipped through her gate with my heels in my hand and my dress wrinkled beyond saving, praying she was still asleep.She was sitting at the kitchen table with two cups of tea already poured.“Well, well.” She didn’t even look up from her cup. “The dead walk among us.”“Don’t.”“I’m just saying. I got a five-word text at midnight and then nothing. I nearly called the border patrol.” Her mouth curved. “Then I remembered the way that man was looking at you and decided the border patrol would only be in his way.”Heat crawled up my neck. “Hilda.”“Was he kind to you?”The question was gentler than the teasing, and it caught me off guard. I thought of him asking, over and over, if I was sure. Checking. Making the choice mine every single tim
Alpha King Jake POVI woke at dawn out of old habit, military and Alpha both.The bed beside me was empty.My wolf snapped to attention. Where is she?Her clothes were gone along with her shoes, phone. She'd left without a word.My wolf growled, unsettled. He'd been strange about her all night, pressing close, wanting to mark and claim a woman who wasn't our mate. We would have known if she were. And yet there'd been a pull there, something he recognized even if I didn't.I rang for my old butler in the next room."Good morning, Alpha King, I already—" He stopped in the doorway, nostrils flaring, his face going pale.I was on my feet at once, wolf snarling. "What is it?""Forgive me." He recovered, but his voice carried something careful. "I didn't take you for a man who'd… sow wild oats with a woman already carrying.""What are you talking about?""The she wolf who was here all night. Her scent's still thick in the air." He hesitated. "As is her cub's."The floor seemed to tilt. "You
Hilda covered my fading bruises, styled my auburn hair into loose waves, and pushed me into heels I could barely stand in.When I looked in the mirror, I didn't recognize the woman looking back. Beautiful. Confident. Unbroken. I smiled at her, and for once she smiled back like she meant it.The club was everything Hilda promised. Loud, crowded, overwhelming in the best possible way.We drank. We danced. We laughed. For a few hours I forgot the broken bond, the murder no one would let me deny, the auction and the dungeon and Corvain's nightmare eyes. I forgot everything but the music and the lights and the pure animal joy of being free.I was weaving back toward our table when I felt it. A presence. Powerful. Watching.I turned.A man stood a few feet away, and my breath caught in my throat. Silver-white hair that caught the club lights. Sharp, elegant features. Eyes like molten gold. He looked young, early thirties at most, but he carried himself with the weight of someone who command







