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Ava's POV
The knife cut into my hand. It hurt, but I didn't move. I couldn't. Everyone was watching. The whole pack was here in the ceremony hall, three hundred wolves waiting to see my blood drip into the bowl and waiting to see proof that I really belonged to Alpha Ryder. The old woman doing the ceremony squeezed my hand harder. More blood came out and fell into the silver bowl. People started screaming. My heart stopped for a second. The blood in the bowl wasn't red. It was purple and almost black, shining weird under the candles. "No." I tried to pull my hand back. "No, this can't be happening." The whole room went quiet. It was worse than the screaming. The old woman dropped my hand like I'd burned her. She backed away fast, her face all twisted up in fear. "Violet blood," someone whispered and then everyone was saying it and their voices were getting louder and meaner. I pressed my bleeding hand against my dress, but it didn't matter anymore. They'd all seen it. They all knew what I was now. I made myself look at Ryder. He was standing up on the stage in his fancy Alpha clothes, looking perfect like always. My mate and my love. The Moon Goddess picked him for me. We were supposed to be together forever. But his face looked like stone. "Ryder, please." I could barely get the words out. "I didn't know. I swear I didn't know." He didn't come to me, didn't touch meand didn't even look sorry. He turned away from me and faced everyone else instead. "I reject her." His voice was so loud. So sure. Every word felt like he was ripping my heart out. "I won't have a mate who's weak, I won't be stuck with cursed blood and because she's not good enough for me." Something inside my chest snapped. Actually snapped, like a rope breaking. The pain was so bad I couldn't breathe. Couldn't see. Couldn't do anything but stand there shaking while my whole world fell apart. My knees wanted to give out but my body wouldn't let me fall. It was like I was stuck there, frozen, while he destroyed me in front of everyone. "That violet blood means death," Ryder kept going. He wasn't even looking at me now. "It means she's broken. Useless. Any pack that keeps her will be cursed too." Everyone started yelling, agreeing with him and telling me to leave. Some of them said worse things. Scary things. I stepped back. My hand was still bleeding, leaving purple drops all over the white floor. "Get out of my sight." Ryder's voice cut through all the noise. He meant it. He really meant it. Then something else happened. Something worse than the bond breaking. It felt like claws were digging into my chest from inside my body, hot and sharp and burning. I bent over, gasping. What was this? What was happening to me? Nobody helped. They just stared at me like I was a monster. So I ran. I ran so fast my feet hurt hitting the floor. People were still shouting behind me. Someone even threw something and it broke against the wall right next to my head I didn't stop until I got to my room. It was tiny, in the omega part of the pack house where they put people like me. People who didn't matter. My hands wouldn't stop shaking. I grabbed my old bag and started shoving clothes in it. I didn't own much. Omegas never did. That burning in my chest got worse. I fell against the wall, holding my ribs. It felt like my bones were on fire. Like someone was burning words into my skin from the inside. Then it just stopped. I sat there breathing hard, my whole body shaking. What the hell was that? Didn't matter. I had to go. Now. Before they came for me. I grabbed my bag and ran again, out into the night where nobody wanted me. Three days later, I was pretty sure I was going to die. I was sitting in some gross alley between two buildings, too tired to move anymore. My bag was gone, some guy stole it the first night while I was sleeping and I hadn't eaten anything since I left. My stomach hurt so bad. The city was huge and loud and no one cared about me at all. Wolves walked past the alley and didn't even look. Why would they? I was nobody. I was nothing, just like Ryder said. Everything started spinning. I let myself fall over. Maybe this was better. Maybe I should just let the cursed blood finally stop. Then a voice called out my name "Ava?" I knew that voice. But that was impossible. Someone grabbed my shoulders and shook me a little. I tried to open my eyes. He had dark hair, and brown eyes that looked worried. I knew him from before, from home. "Max?" I could barely talk. "Don't try to talk. Just rest." He put a water bottle against my mouth. I drank so fast I choked. "I've been trying to find you everywhere." "How did you know where I was?" "That doesn't matter right now." Max pulled me up so I wasn't lying down anymore. He was looking at me really intense, It made me uncomfortable. "You can't stay here. People will find you." I laughed, but it sounded awful and broken. "It doesn't matter where I go. No one wants me anywhere." "I know a place." His hands got tighter on my arms. "The Silvermoon palace. The rival pack. They need maids and I know people there and you'll be safe." "Safe?" I looked at him. Something about his face seemed off. "Why would you help me? Why do you even care?" His eyes got soft. Sad. "Because I always have, Ava. Even when no one else did." I wanted to argue. Wanted to ask more questions. But I was so tired and hungry and broken that I just nodded. Max smiled. It should have made me feel better. But when I looked back one last time at the direction of my old home, the home that threw me away, I saw his face again. His smile looked different now. Like he wanted something from me I didn't understand yet. She didn't know if the terror of rejection was worse than the terrifying help she was about to accept.ZEPHYR’S POVThe medical wing was silent, and the smell of antiseptic and cold stone was sharp in the air. I sat on the edge of the examination table, the thin paper gown crinkling every time I breathed. Ava was still sitting in the chair across from me, and the way she looked at me was enough to make both of my souls go perfectly quiet. There were no more files to hide, no more missions to fulfill, and no more lies to tell."It knows," I said, my voice sounding hollow in the small room, "the Sylvan soul knows I’ve chosen you, and it’s fighting the realization every single second."Ava stood up slowly and walked over to me. She didn't look at the paper gown or the clinical setting, she just looked at me. She reached out and touched my hand, her skin warm against mine, and the bond between us flared with a soft, steady heat that didn't feel like a weapon. It felt like an anchor."I’m tired of the secrets, Zephyr," she whispered, stepping into the space between my knees, "I’m tired of e
Zephyr's POVThe doctor's name was Aldric and he had been the palace's medical authority for fourteen years and he had, in that time, encountered enough unusual situations that his face had developed a professional neutrality that I suspected was now permanent.He listened to everything without that face changing once.I told him about the Sylvan soul first, when it had arrived, which was the part I had the least clear memory of because I had been twelve and the process had been presented to me as something else entirely, a strength enhancement, a gift, the kind of language people used when they wanted compliance from someone young enough not to know what questions to ask.Aldric wrote something down. "You were aware of the second soul's presence from the beginning?""From within a few weeks," I said, "it wasn't immediate, it settled in gradually and then it was just there, the way something is there when you don't have a before to compare it to.""And the communication between souls,
Cax's POV"We need to go inside," I said.Nobody moved immediately, which was understandable given what had just been said in this garden and the specific weight of it pressing down on everyone present, but understandable was not the same as useful and I needed people moving."Ryker," I said, and he turned and looked at me and I held his gaze for a moment and something passed between us that was thirty years old and did not require words, the specific communication of two people who had been in crisis together enough times to know which one of them needed to be moving and which one needed a moment.He nodded once, which meant he had found his footing, and he turned to Ryder."You're going back to your room," he said, and his voice was back to its usual register, controlled and flat and carrying the specific quality that meant the statement was not an invitation to discuss alternatives. "Under guard. The same guard as before plus two."Ryder looked at him for a moment and then looked a
Ryker's POVI came through the garden entrance ninety seconds after Zephyr and read the scene in the time it took to cross from the gate to the fountain.Ryder standing near the bench with the expression of someone who had just detonated something and was watching the radius with interest, the specific satisfaction of a man who had released information and was observing its effects, which told me the information had been significant and the effects were visible.Zephyr standing very still with his hands at his sides and his face doing something I had never seen his face do before, not the shifting quality of the two souls and not the controlled blankness he used when he was managing something large, something that had come before both of those, something underneath the architecture, a look that required no interpretation because it was too fundamental to need any.And Ava, looking at Zephyr, with an expression that was not anger.I had seen her angry, the specific quality of her anger
Ava's POVI stood in the garden and said nothing for a long time.The fountain was frozen beside me and the night was cold and Ryder was standing four feet away having just said something that my brain was turning over and over the way you turned over something sharp, carefully and from multiple angles, trying to understand its shape before you decided what to do with it.Staged.Forced."Who," I said.He looked at me steadily. "I don't know the full picture.""That's not an answer.""It's the honest one," he said, and something about the way he said it was different from every other time I had heard him speak, stripped of the register he used when he was managing a room or performing authority, just words, flat and without ornament. "A threat was made. Not against me, against you specifically. I was told that if the bond was publicly claimed, if you were acknowledged as my mate, you would be killed." He paused. "The rejection was supposed to protect you."I looked at him.I looked at
Ryder's POVThe eastern garden was exactly as I remembered it.I had been here before, eleven years ago when the borders were different and the Iron-Claw Kingdom was still in its first generation of Triplet rule and diplomatic visits between pack leaders had a different quality to them, less formal, more about establishing whether the new rulers were worth taking seriously, and I had walked these paths in a different context with a different purpose and had noted, the way I noted everything, the specific layout of the space and the positions that offered sight lines without exposure.The corner bench near the frozen fountain was one of them, and I had been watching it from the shadow of the east wall for forty minutes before she appeared.She came over the low wall between the garden and the servants' wing path, dropping quietly, landing without sound, and I watched her move across the gravel toward the bench with the careful deliberate movement of someone who had checked for guards a







