LOGINAnnastasia. I stared at her. This was not the cold, cruel woman who had ordered me beaten. This was someone else. Someone who was trying to help. In her own strange way."Why are you telling me this?" I asked.Selene was silent for a moment. "Because you saved a child's life. Because you did not break when the council flogged you. Because my nephew looks at you the way I have never seen him look at anyone." She stepped back. "Do not make me regret this."She turned and walked away. Her heels clicked against the polished floor. And I was left standing alone, her warning echoing in my ears.One wrong move. Everything could collapse.I looked around the room. At the Alphas and Lunas. At Valeria and her father. At the empty space where Hector had stood.The night was just beginning. And I had a feeling it was going to get much worse.I turned and walked with my head high.The eyes of the room followed me as I moved through the crowd. Whispers trailed behind me like shadows. But I did not
Annastasia. The music swirled from the grand hall, heavy and loud enough to vibrate through the walls of the pack house. I stood in my room, staring at the gown that had been laid out on my bed. It was beautiful. More beautiful than anything I had ever worn. The fabric was deep midnight blue, the color of the night sky just before the stars appeared. Tiny crystals were sewn into the bodice, catching the light like scattered diamonds. The skirt flowed down to the floor in soft waves, elegant and regal.It was a gown worthy of a Luna.Lena moved around me, adjusting the dress, smoothing the fabric, fixing my hair. Her hands were gentle but steady. "You look beautiful, my Luna," she said softly. "Truly beautiful."I looked at my reflection.The woman staring back at me was a stranger. She stood tall. Her shoulders were straight. Her chin was lifted. The gown hugged her figure and flowed around her like water. The crystals sparkled with every breath. Her hair was swept up, revealing the
Annastasia Pov. I stepped back cautiously. My wolf was alert. Watchful. "You should not be here, Valeria.""Should I not?" Valeria laughed. It was a hollow, broken sound. "Because of you, I lost everything. My father doesn't look at me. The council has abandoned me. Selene will not speak to me. Hector locked me up like a criminal. My reputation is destroyed. My career is over. Everything I worked for, everything I built, is gone."She took a step toward me. Her hand knocked against the wine bottle, and it rolled off the counter and shattered on the floor. She did not seem to notice."That is not my fault.""Is it not?" She stepped closer. Her movements were unsteady. "You came here and everything fell apart. Everything I worked for. Everything I built. Gone. Because of you.""Valeria, you need to leave. You're drunken. You are not supposed to be here.""Not supposed to be here?" She laughed again. "I built this place. I worked here for years before you ever set foot in this territory
Anna's POVMartha bowed. A deep, respectful bow that made every other person in the kitchen do the same."You have good kitchen skills, Luna," one of the cooks said admirably."I worked in a diner for two years. If you cannot chop fast, you do not survive.""A diner?" Another cook looked up with surprise. "You really worked in a diner? But you are an Alpha's daughter.""My father did not believe in paying for my education. So I paid for it myself. Waitressing. Dishwashing. Whatever job I could find."The cooks exchanged glances. Something shifted in their expressions. Respect. Real respect. Not the forced kind that came from fear of Hector's authority. But the kind that came from understanding. From shared experience."That is admirable, Luna," Marta said quietly. "Not many Alphas' daughters would dirty their hands with kitchen work.""I am not like most Alphas' daughters.""No," she agreed. "You are not."By late morning the rush was over, and the kitchen was finally under control. T
Anna's POVMarta forced a smile. It was polite but uncertain. "My Luna, you are too kind. But you do not have to do this. We are servants. This is our job. The Alpha depends on our cook to make something delicious for the guests. Besides, even if we allowed you to cook, the staff would not agree. You are the Luna. It is not proper for you to work in the kitchen.""I know it is your job. And you are doing wonderfully. But you are also short staffed and overwhelmed. I have two hands. I know how to chop vegetables and stir pots. Let me help."Marta stared at me. Her mouth opened and closed. She looked at Lena, as if hoping for support. Lena just smiled and shrugged."Luna, I really must insist—""And I really must insist back," I said. My voice was firm but gentle. "I am not above working in a kitchen. Before I came here, I worked as a waitress to pay for my education. I washed dishes. I scrubbed floors. I am not afraid of hard work. So please. Put me to use."The kitchen was still silen
Anna's POVThe pack mansion was alive with noise.I woke to the sound of footsteps thundering through the hallways, voices shouting orders, furniture being dragged across floors. Outside my window, I could hear cars arriving and departing, guards calling to each other, servants rushing across the gravel driveway.The gala.Tonight, every Alpha and Luna from every pack in the territory would gather under this roof. The most important political event of the year, and the Blood Moon pack was hosting it.And I had no interest in attending.I rolled out of bed slowly. My back was still sore, but the pain was manageable now. The wounds had scabbed over. The bruises had faded to yellow. I could move without wincing, which was more than I could say two days ago.The bathroom was warm and steamy when I stepped inside. I let the hot water run over my shoulders and tried not to think about the gala. About Hector. About the way he had held my chin and asked if I loved him. About the way I had lie
HECTOR It was midnight when we crossed the pack border.The moon hung low and heavy in the sky, half hidden behind a veil of clouds. The forest was dark and still. Even the wind had stopped blowing. The world was quiet. I had my eyes closed, my head resting against the cold glass of the car windo
ANNASTASIA The car stopped in front of the council building.The doors were pulled open before I could even gather myself. Rough hands grabbed my arms and yanked me out of the seat. I stumbled, my legs still weak from the sleepless night, from the weight of Lily's death pressing down on my chest.
Annastasia. The whole house was warm and dim. A fire crackled in the hearth. The air smelled of herbs and medicine and something sad. Something that made my chest ache.The little girl was in a small bedroom at the back of the house.I stepped inside. The room was simple. A wooden bed. A shelf of
Hector. The garden was quiet.I stood alone in the darkness, a cigarette burning between my fingers. The smoke curled upward, silver in the moonlight, before disappearing into the cold night air. I did not smoke often. Only when the weight of everything pressed too heavily on my chest. Only when m




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