MasukI woke up in silk sheets.
For a moment, I thought I was dreaming. Or dead. But the softness beneath me was too real, and the pain in my chest had dulled to a manageable ache instead of the searing agony I had grown used to.
I opened my eyes to find myself in a massive bedroom that could have fit my old basement cell ten times over. Everything was cream and gold—expensive, elegant, intimidating. Floor-to-ceiling windows showed a sunrise over mountains I did not recognize.
"You are awake. Good."
I jerked upright and immediately regretted it. My head spun.
Alexei sat in an armchair by the window, fully dressed in designer clothes that probably cost more than I had earned in my entire life. He was reading something on a tablet, looking completely at ease.
"Where am I?" My voice came out hoarse.
"My home. Well, one of them." He set the tablet aside and stood, moving to pour water from a crystal pitcher on the nightstand. "The Silvermoon estate. You have been unconscious for two days."
Two days. I accepted the water with shaking hands and drank greedily.
"The healers say you should have died," Alexei continued, watching me with those unsettling ice-blue eyes. "The rejection wound was infected, you were severely malnourished, and you had internal injuries consistent with long-term abuse."
Shame heated my cheeks. "I am fine now."
"You are alive now. There is a difference." He sat on the edge of the bed, close enough that I could smell his scent—winter pine and something crisp like snow. "We need to talk about what happened in the forest."
The silver light. The marks on my hand. I looked down and found my skin unmarked now, no trace of whatever had glowed that night.
"I do not know what that was," I said honestly.
"My healers have a theory." Alexei's expression was serious. "They think you might not be a normal wolf, Sera. That light, those symbols—they are consistent with old magic. Very old magic."
"That is impossible. I am an Omega—"
"Are you?" He leaned forward. "Or is that just what you were told? What you believed because no one ever tested it?"
I stared at him. "What are you saying?"
"I am saying that rejection should have killed you in three days, but you survived four. I am saying that when you touched me, power erupted from you that I have only read about in ancient texts. I am saying that maybe whoever rejected you was a fool in more ways than one."
Hope was dangerous. I had learned that lesson. But it flickered in my chest anyway.
"Even if that were true, it does not matter now. I am packless. I am nothing."
"You are going to be my Luna," Alexei corrected. "Which makes you everything. But first, we need to discuss terms."
He stood and began pacing, all business now.
"Here is the situation. My pack is traditional, powerful, and deeply conservative. They expect their Alpha to have a mate, a Luna who can produce heirs and strengthen bloodlines. The problem is—" He paused, seeming to choose his words carefully. "—I cannot give them that. Not in the way they want."
"Why not?" I asked, confused.
"Because I am not interested in women." The words were blunt, honest. "At all. Never have been. But if I admit that, I will be challenged for my position within a week. My enemies are circling, waiting for any weakness."
Understanding dawned. "You want me to pretend to be your mate so they leave you alone."
"Exactly." He stopped pacing and looked at me directly. "We announce a whirlwind romance. You become Luna Queen in title and authority. We present the image of a perfect couple. Behind closed doors, we live our own lives."
"What do I get out of this besides a roof over my head?"
His smile was sharp. "Everything you want. Money, status, protection from whoever hurt you. Access to trainers who can help you discover what you truly are. And when the time comes—" His eyes gleamed. "—the full support of the Silvermoon Empire for whatever revenge you want to take."
Revenge. Against Kieran. Against everyone who had made me feel worthless.
"How long would this arrangement last?"
"As long as we both need it. Years, probably. We will negotiate an exit strategy when the time comes." He extended his hand again, formal this time. "Do we have a deal?"
I looked at his offered hand. This was a transaction, pure and simple. A business arrangement between two wolves who needed something from each other.
But it was also a chance at a new life. A chance to become someone powerful. A chance to make Kieran regret every cruel word he had ever spoken to me.
"I have one condition," I said.
Alexei raised an eyebrow. "Bold. I like it. What is it?"
"When I am ready to face my old pack, you help me. Not just with words. With action. I want them to see what I have become. I want him to see."
"Him?" Alexei's smile turned knowing. "The one who rejected you?"
I nodded, unable to say Kieran's name out loud.
"Then we definitely have a deal." Alexei shook my hand firmly. "Welcome to Silvermoon, Luna Queen. Your new life starts now."
The door burst open and Marcus rushed in, his dark eyes wide with urgency.
"Alexei, we have a problem. A big one."
"What now?" Alexei sighed.
"Alpha Blackthorn from Shadowpine just arrived at our borders." Marcus's gaze flicked to me, then back to Alexei. "He is demanding an audience. He says he is looking for someone—a female wolf who went missing from his territory four days ago. He seems... unstable."
My blood turned to ice. Kieran was here. Looking for me.
"What do we do?" Marcus asked.
Alexei's expression turned calculating. He looked at me, a question in his eyes.
I thought about Kieran's cruelty. His rejection. The way he had destroyed me in front of the entire pack. And I thought about the strange moment when he had whispered "forgive me" like it meant something.
"Tell him you found her," I said, my voice steady despite my racing heart. "Tell him his rejected mate is alive. And she is now your Luna Queen."
Alexei's grin was feral. "I knew I liked you. Marcus, send that exact message. And tell Alpha Blackthorn if he wants to see her, he will have to attend the formal Luna announcement ceremony tomorrow. As a guest."
Marcus hesitated. "That is going to start a war."
"Good," I said, surprising myself with the venom in my voice. "Let it."
Alexei laughed, delighted. "Oh, we are going to have so much fun together, Sera Winters. So much fun."
But as Marcus left to deliver the message, I felt something twist in my chest. The mate bond was gone, burned away by rejection. So why did the thought of seeing Kieran again make my heart race?
And
why did part of me—the foolish, broken part—still want to know what he would do when he saw what I had become?
The dagger came from behind the wine table, too fast for anyone to shout a warning first.I felt it before I saw it, a shift in the air behind me sharp enough to prickle across my shoulders, the same instinct that used to warn me half a second before silver wire connected with skin. I turned, already too late to stop what was already in motion.The feast had been going for hours by then, the village finally allowing itself something close to celebration after days of tearing down and rebuilding. The rider who interrupted the memorial had delivered his news hours earlier, word of scattered Council loyalists fleeing toward the eastern border, nothing urgent enough to pull me away from the first real rest this village had earned in longer than anyone could count. My guard had dropped exactly enough for someone to notice.A woman I did not recognize lunged out from behind the table, robe torn and travel-stained, a blade in her hand that caught the firelight with a faint green sheen alo
The first wall came down before the villagers even finished clearing the square.Ropes strained tight against the old Council tower's foundation stones, a dozen hands pulling in unison while Shadowpine warriors braced the lines from behind. Kieran and I stood back and watched three years of fear collapse into a cloud of dust and broken mortar, stone by stone, until the building that had once decided who lived and who disappeared into service was nothing but rubble scattered across frozen ground.Nobody cheered. The silence felt more honest than cheering would have."It comes down faster than it went up," Alexei said, watching alongside us. "Fear always does."Work on the memorial started the same afternoon, before the dust from the tower had even fully settled. Villagers who had spent the morning tearing down came back with different tools by evening, carrying stone salvaged from the very walls that used to hold them down, repurposing it into something they chose this time instead o
I marched the Council out of the tower before any of them found time to plan an escape.Alexei walked at my left, Kieran at my right, Shadowpine warriors forming a loose line behind the robed prisoners so none of them mistook the walk down to the village for anything but what it was. Nobody spoke. The only sound was boots on frozen dirt and the occasional clink of a chain one of the warriors had looped loosely around wrists that had never once been bound before that morning.Word had already reached the village by the time we arrived. People stood outside their homes in the gray early light, some still in sleep clothes, others already dressed for work they had not expected to do that day. I recognized faces from the Neutral Plain, from the courtyard, from nights I had spent listening to stories about what the Council had cost this village long before I understood any of it myself.I stopped in the center of the square and let the prisoners bunch together behind me, exposed, with now
The first Council member reached the door and found it already blocked.Alexei stood in the frame, unmoving, flanked on both sides by Shadowpine warriors who filled the corridor from wall to wall. He carried no visible weapon, no blade drawn, no stance that suggested he expected a fight. The warriors behind him made the point clear enough on their own.The Council member skidded to a stop, gold bag swinging hard against his hip, and the ones behind him crashed to a halt just as fast, robes tangling, none of them prepared for the exit to be anything but empty."Move," one of them said, more demand than request, though his voice cracked on the single word.Alexei held his ground."You already lost the only protection that made demands like that mean something," he said. "Morvanna is dead. I felt it the same way you did."I reached the top of the corridor in time to see the color drain further from every face in that hall. Kieran stopped beside me, and for a moment we both stood in s
The stone broke apart in my palm before I felt any resistance give way.Not shattered. Crumbled, the way old ash crumbles, dust sliding between my fingers before I could register the weight leaving my hand. For one full second, nothing happened, and I thought I had simply destroyed a rock.Then the scream came.It tore through the vault walls, through a distance that should have swallowed any sound long before it reached us. Kieran flinched, hands going to his ears too late to block any of it. I recognized that voice even distorted by pain, even stretched past anything I imagined a voice could stretch to.Morvanna."That is coming from the Coven tower," Kieran said, breathing hard. "Sera, that has to be miles from here.""It does not matter how far," I said. "She is not going to survive whatever that stone was carrying."Her spirit had already begun to unravel in front of us, outline stretching thin and translucent, mouth open on a scream that matched the one echoing through the wal
I stepped closer to the shape of my father instead of taking his hand.Close enough now to see what I had missed from farther back. His eyes held no light in them, not the kind a living person carries even in memory, not the kind I remembered from every morning before the cellar. They were flat, painted on rather than felt, a surface with nothing moving behind it."You are not him," I said."Sera." Morvanna's voice sharpened, the patience in it thinning. "Do not do this.""He never called me that," I said. "Sera. My father called me Little Bird. Every single time, since I was old enough to answer it. You did not know that, did you. You built the face. You did not build the man."The shape of my father did not react. It simply stood there, arm still extended, waiting for a hand that was never going to meet it.Kieran's grip on my arm tightened, but he stayed quiet, letting me work through it on my own the way I needed to."They are puppets," I said, mostly to myself. "Both of them. Ka







