로그인I leaned over the desk, my hands bracing against the wood edge. The sheer volume of evidence he had gathered was staggering. He hadn't just suspected a lie; he had systematically dismantled their entire cover story while I was learning how to survive in his territory."It wasn't just a cleared hallway, Meghann," Cullen murmured, stepping up close behind me. His chest brushed against my back, a solid wall of support. "The entire trap was built on a ticking clock."Cullen reached over my shoulder. His large index finger tapped against a specific line of text on the first medical ledger."You were a healer," he instructed quietly. "Read the dates."I followed the line of his finger. The black ink was slightly faded, but the numbers were crystal clear. It was a record of Dreda's vitals, noting elevated hormones, frequent morning sickness, and a completely missed cycle.I looked at the date recorded at the top of the page.November 14th.The Winter Solstice feast, the night Caomh claimed h
The broken pieces of crimson wax lay scattered across the dark timber desk, looking like tiny drops of dried blood. I stood frozen in the quiet, dim office, my fingers gripping the edges of the thick gray dossier. The Silver Moon crest stamped on the cover stared back at me, dragging up memories I had spent five years trying to bury.The heavy door clicked shut.I gasped, my head snapping up. Cullen stood in the shadows of the entryway. He wore a crisp black suit, his broad shoulders filling the space. The pale afternoon light filtering through the arched window caught the silver-gray of his eyes as they locked onto my pale face, then dropped slowly to the file trembling in my hands.The rushing sound of the courtyard fountain outside faded into the background, replaced entirely by the frantic, rapid thudding of my pulse in my ears."You knew," I whispered. The words scraped against my dry throat, tasting like bitter ash. "You had her records."I expected him to yell. I expected the t
Cullen let let go of my wrists and took the folder from my grip. He turned and set it flat in the center of the dark timber desk, right beneath the bright light of the window."When I pulled you out of the mud at the border five years ago," Cullen began, his silver eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made it impossible to look away, "I told you that I needed a fake mate to secure my position against the traditional elders. I told you it was a business arrangement.""It was," I said, my chest tightening."It wasn't," Cullen countered flatly. He reached into his vest pocket and pulled out a small, intricate brass key. "The treaty was real, but the necessity of a mate was a lie I spun to give you a reason to come with me. You were hollow, Meghann. You had just been rejected by the man you thought was your destiny, and you were ready to let the cold take you. If I had offered you pity, you would have stayed in the mud. So I offered you a contract."I stared at him, the pieces of
The temporary office assigned to the Arden pack at the neutral compound was quiet, filled with the scent of dried ink, old parchment, and the lingering chill of the morning rain. Sunlight cut through the high, arched windows, throwing long strips of pale light across the stone floor.I walked behind the large, dark timber desk. My body still carried the faint, deep ache from the shower earlier, a persistent reminder of the way Cullen had held me against the wet tiles, making promises against my skin that blurred every boundary we had built. The scent of winter pine and dark mint still clung faintly to my hair, keeping me grounded despite the frantic hum of the summit outside these walls.Cullen needed the revised western border treaty for his afternoon meeting with Elder Foster. He had stayed behind in the courtyard to speak with our scouts about the security perimeter after the bridge ambush, so I had offered to fetch the document from his office.I pulled open the top drawer of the
"I only seek peace for our people," Bronson murmured, bowing his head in a display of sickening false humility.I pulled my head back behind the pillar, my chest heaving with silent, shallow breaths.I waited until the sound of their footsteps faded down the opposite end of the corridor. The rush of the courtyard fountain filled the silence, but my mind was spinning at a frantic pace.I needed to tell Cullen. We had planned to dismantle Bronson piece by piece, but the Beta was moving faster than we anticipated. He was poisoning the waters. If we didn't secure undeniable proof of the solstice trap soon, the council would turn against us.I stepped out from the shadows and walked quickly down the hall toward the administrative wing.My black boots made no sound against the thick carpets lining the private corridors. I reached the thick timber door bearing the silver Arden crest. Two of our elite guards stood at attention outside. They bowed deeply as I approached, immediately reaching o
The sweet scent of spun sugar and blooming jasmine in the grand pavilion was entirely ruined by the sharp, electric hum of gossip.I sat on a plush velvet chair in the center of the room, holding a delicate porcelain cup of green tea. The liquid tasted earthy and bitter, a grounding contrast to the overwhelming attention directed my way. Every time I lifted my head, conversations at the surrounding tables dropped into hushed, frantic whispers. Eyes darted toward the white gold Arden crest resting against my collarbone.The fallout from the charity auction was swift and brutal.Dreda had not shown her face outside the Silver Moon wing all morning. Caomh was equally absent. The brutal display of wealth and dominance I had thrown down on the auction stage had completely shattered their public standing. The Lunas who used to tolerate Dreda’s frantic social climbing were now actively ignoring the Silver Moon delegates, flocking instead to my seating area with polite smiles and eager questi







