Imprisoned In The Attic For Years- Until The Alpha King Heard Me Howl..

The wolfsbane should have been in my water. For 17 years, my mother had been precise about it. Three drops in the morning, three at night. Enough to keep my wolf drowning in a fog so thick she couldn’t even whimper. But tonight, as I brought the tin cup to my cracked lips, I tasted only the flat staleness of water that had sat too long in a ceramic pitcher.

My hand started shaking. Not from fear. From hope. Mother must be sick again. Father, too, probably. I’d heard them coughing for days, the sound echoing up through the floorboards of the attic that had been my cage since I was 5 years old. 5 years old. That’s when I first shifted, when my wolf emerged with fur the color of moonlight on steel, silver and black rippling together like smoke.

That’s when my golden eyes glowed bright in the darkness, and my mother screamed like I’d tried to kill her. “Cursed,” she’d whispered, backing away from her own daughter. “Tainted blood. The old curse lives in her.” They locked me away that night. Told the pack I’d died of fever. Held a funeral with an empty grave.

The blood moon rose outside my tiny window, painting everything crimson. My skin began to itch. Deep down, in places I’d forgotten existed, my wolf stirred. She’d been sleeping so long, forced down by poison and despair, that I’d almost believed she was gone forever. But she wasn’t gone. She was furious. My bones began to crack and reform.

Pain, white-hot and glorious, shot through my body. I fell to my knees on the rough wooden floor, gasping as my spine curved, as my fingers became claws, as my face elongated into something powerful and fierce. The shift took me fast. Faster than it should have for someone who hadn’t changed in 12 years. And then I was her.

We were us. Silver-black fur covered powerful muscles. My senses exploded. I could smell the rot in the floorboards, the mice in the walls, my parents’ sickness two floors below. I could hear everything. The wind through the trees, the distant river, my own heartbeat, strong and steady. For the first time since I was a child, I was whole.

The rage came next. 17 years of captivity. 17 years of loneliness, of silence, of being told I was too dangerous, too wrong, too cursed to exist. It built in my chest like a storm, and before I could think, before I could stop myself, I threw my head back and howled. The sound that tore from my throat wasn’t just noise.

It was power made audible. It was every scream I’d swallowed, every tear I’d hidden, every desperate prayer for freedom that had gone unanswered. The howl shattered the silence wards my parents had paid a witch to weave around the house, magic that should have kept any sound from escaping. But my wolf was stronger than their fear, stronger than their shame, stronger than their magic.

The howl carried across the valley, through the forest, over the mountains. It pierced the night like a silver blade, and somewhere deep in my soul, I felt it reach something. Someone. Then I heard the answer. Another howl, distant but powerful enough to make the windowpane rattle. Deep and commanding and utterly male.

My wolf’s ears perked forward. Every hair on my body stood on end, but not from fear. From recognition. Footsteps pounded up the stairs. The attic door flew open, and my mother stood there, face pale with terror. She’d aged badly. Guilt wore heavy on humans who caged their own children. My father appeared behind her, equally haggard.

“What have you done?” Mother’s voice cracked. “Oh gods, what have you done?” I growled low in my throat. My wolf wanted to lunge, to tear, to make them pay for every year they’d stolen from us. But I held still, muscles coiled, watching them with golden eyes that reflected the moonlight. “She’ll bring him here,” father said, his hand trembling on the doorframe.

“If he heard her.” “The Savage King hears everything in his territory,” mother whispered. “Every howl. Every challenge. Every” She couldn’t finish. The Savage King. Alpha Aldric. Even locked in an attic, I’d heard the stories. The most powerful alpha in three generations. Ruthless. Brutal to his enemies. Unmated, though wolves had tried to catch his interest for years.

My wolf huffed, unimpressed by their fear, interested in that answering howl. “We have to run,” father said. “Take her somewhere else. Hide her better.” “It’s too late.” Mother’s eyes were wet. “You know what a howl like that means. What it carries.” She looked at me, and for just a moment, I saw something almost like regret flash across her face.

“She’s not cursed. She never was. She’s” “Don’t say it,” father snapped. “She’s royalty,” mother finished anyway. “Old blood. The bloodline we thought died out. That’s why her wolf is different. Royal blood.” The words rattled around in my head, but I didn’t have time to process them. My wolf’s attention had shifted to the window, to the forest beyond, to the sound of something moving fast through the underbrush.

He was coming. Whoever had answered my howl was coming, and he was coming fast. My parents heard it, too. Father cursed and grabbed mother’s arm, pulling her back. “We need to” A howl split the night again, so close now that the sound rattled the glass. This time I felt it in my bones, in my blood, in the very marrow of my being.

My wolf responded before I could think, throwing back her head and howling again, not in rage this time, but in answer. “Here. I’m here. Come find me.” The sound of splintering wood came from downstairs. Then footsteps, fast and heavy, taking the stairs in great leaping bounds. My parents pressed themselves against the wall, and I could smell their terror.

But I wasn’t afraid. For the first time in 17 years, I wasn’t afraid of anything. The attic doorframe cracked as a massive black wolf forced its way through, too large, too powerful for the narrow space. He had to shift as he entered, bones reforming, until a man stood in the doorway instead. Tall and broad-shouldered, with dark hair and eyes that burned amber in the moonlight.

He wore the remains of shredded clothing, evidence of a shift done too quickly, too urgently. Alpha King Aldric. I knew him instantly, even though I’d never seen him before. His gaze swept the attic, taking in the narrow space, the thin blanket on the floor, the empty water pitcher. The prison. His jaw clenched, and I heard a low growl building in his chest.

Then his eyes found me, and everything stopped. The world narrowed to just us. Wolf and wolf. Alpha and “Mate,” he said, his voice rough and absolutely certain. You’re my mate.” My wolf whined, tail starting to wag despite everything. But I held my ground, watching him, waiting. He took a step forward. Another. My parents were frozen, barely breathing.

“How long?” he asked them, his voice dropping to something deadly. “How long have you kept her here?” Neither of them answered. They couldn’t. Fear had stolen their voices. His eyes never left mine as he spoke again. “You have 30 seconds to explain why I shouldn’t rip your throats out for what you’ve done to her.

To my mate.” Mother found her voice first. “We thought the curse. She’s from the old bloodline, and we believed” “There is no curse,” Aldric said softly, and somehow that quiet tone was more terrifying than any shout. Only power you were too weak to understand.” He turned his full attention to me, and his expression shifted.

Softened. “Shift back, little wolf. Let me see you.” I didn’t want to shift. In this form, I was strong, whole, unafraid. But something in his voice called to me. A command, yes, but also a promise. Safety. Protection. Freedom. My wolf trusted him. I didn’t understand it, but I felt it bone-deep. I let the shift take me.

Bones rearranging, fur receding. It hurt less this time. Or maybe I was just too focused on him to notice. When I was human again, I was naked and shivering, trying to cover myself with my arms. Aldric pulled off what remained of his shirt and moved toward me slowly, carefully, like approaching a wounded animal.

“May I?” he asked, holding out the fabric. I nodded. He draped the shirt over my his fingers barely brushing my skin, but even that small touch sent electricity racing through me. “What’s your name?” he asked gently. “Sarah.” My voice was rusty. I barely used it anymore. “Serafina.” “Serafina.

” He repeated, like it was something precious. His amber eyes searched my face. “Do you know what you are to me?” “Your mate.” I whispered. The word felt strange on my tongue. “Impossible.” How could someone like him be meant for someone like me? “Yes.” He smiled and it transformed his entire face. “My mate.” “My equal.” “My” Wanting to see what would happen next, subscribe to this channel to get to listen to more of our upcoming exciting stories.

Click on the subscribe button now. Thank you. Chapter two. “My queen.” Aldric finished, but the words were cut short by a crash from below. The house shuddered. Sarah’s father had bolted from the attic and I could hear him shouting orders, hear furniture being dragged, doors slamming. My mother stood frozen for just a moment longer, her eyes meeting mine with something that might have been an apology or might have been goodbye before she fled after him.

Aldric moved to follow, but I grabbed his arm. My hand looked so small against his skin, pale and thin from years without sunlight. “Wait.” I said. “They’ll hide me again.” “They’re good at hiding me.” His expression went dark. “Not this time.” “You don’t understand.” My voice was getting stronger, but my legs were shaking.

When was the last time I’d stood for this long? “They have a place.” “A backup.” “They’ve always had a backup plan in case someone came looking.” “Then you’ll show me where.” “I don’t know where.” Frustration and old helplessness washed over me. “They moved me in my sleep sometimes.” “Used potions to keep me unconscious during transport.

” “I’ve never seen the outside of this house, never seen” “Sarah.” He cupped my face in his hands and the warmth of his touch made my eyes burn. “Breathe.” “I will tear this entire state apart stone by stone if I have to.” “They cannot keep you from me.” “Not anymore.” I wanted to believe him. My wolf was howling inside me to trust him, to let him help.

But 17 years of captivity had taught me that hope was the cruelest torture of all. Voices rose from outside, not just my parents. Others. The pack was coming. Of course they were coming. The Alpha King was here, in the estate of the family everyone believed had lost their only child years ago. This would bring everyone running.

“We need to move.” Aldric said. He kept his hand at the small of my back as we descended the attic stairs, steadying me when I stumbled. My legs were weak. My wolf strength was fading as exhaustion set in. The shift, the howl, the rush of adrenaline, it was all catching up to me. The main house looked different than I remembered.

Darker. Shabbier. Through the windows I could see torches being lit, people gathering in the front courtyard. Pack members I’d never met, who thought I was dead. Who’d mourn a child that never died, just disappeared? Aldric’s wolves had arrived too. I could tell by the way they moved, the deference they showed.

Elite guards, probably. They formed a perimeter around the house without being asked, keeping the pack back. My father stood on the front steps trying to look dignified despite the sweat on his brow. “Your majesty, there’s been a terrible misunderstanding.” “My wife is unwell. We’re both sick and in her fever she” “Where is she?” Aldric’s voice could have cut glass.

“Where did you move my mate?” The gathered pack gasped. “Mate.” He’d said it loud enough for everyone to hear. There would be no taking it back, no denying it. The Alpha King had claimed me in front of witnesses. “I don’t know what you mean.” Father tried, but his heart was racing so loud even I could hear it. “Your daughter.

” “Serafina.” “The one you declared dead 12 years ago, but have been keeping imprisoned in your attic.” Aldric descended the porch steps slowly and every pack member backed away from him. The power rolling off him was suffocating. “The one whose howl shattered your wards and called to me across the kingdom.” “Where” “is” “she?” “She’s dangerous.

” My mother appeared from around the side of the house, her face streaked with tears. Real ones, I thought. Maybe guilt did live in her after all. “You don’t understand what she is, what she could do.” “We kept her contained to protect the pack, to protect everyone.” “You tortured your own child.” Aldric’s words were quiet, but they carried.

“You starved her.” “Chained her.” “Poisoned her with wolfsbane.” “And you dare speak to me of protection?” “We used silver.” Father blurted out, then seemed to realize what he’d admitted. “Silver chains to keep her wolf suppressed.” “It was the only way to keep her under control.” “She’s feral, your majesty.” “When she shifts, she’s uncontrollable.

” “A danger to herself and others.” A low growl rumbled through the pack. Silver chains on a wolf was torture of the worst kind. It burned, scarred, weakened. Using it on your own child was unthinkable. “Bring me the chains.” Aldric said to one of his guards. Was a confession. “Show me.” My father’s face went white.

“I don’t” “Now.” The command in that single word brought my father to his knees. An Alpha’s order waited with power and authority that couldn’t be denied. He tried to resist. I could see the strain on his face, but his body betrayed him, forcing him to stand and walk toward the back of the property. The pack followed at a distance, a procession of witnesses.

Aldric kept me close to his side, his hand never leaving my back. I was grateful for it. The world felt too big, too open. The night air on my skin, the grass beneath my bare feet, the eyes of dozens of strangers on me, it was overwhelming. We stopped at what looked like an old root cellar built into a hill.

The entrance was hidden behind overgrown bushes, nearly invisible unless you knew it was there. My father’s hands shook as he produced a key and unlocked three separate padlocks. “The wards on this one are stronger.” My mother said quietly. “Reinforced.” “We paid a witch from the north, one who specializes in containment magic.

” “Even her howl shouldn’t penetrate.” “I don’t care about your wards.” Aldric cut her off. He looked at me, his amber eyes softening. “You don’t have to come down there.” “You can wait up here.” But I shook my head. I needed to see it. Needed to face what they’d prepared for me, what would have been my new cage if Aldric hadn’t come.

My wolf snarled in agreement. We needed to know. The stairs were steep and narrow, carved from stone. Rough. Damp. It smelled like earth and mold and something else, wolfsbane. They’d lined the walls with it, I realized. Dried bundles of the purple flowers, enough to keep any wolf sedated and chamber lit by a single oil lamp.

And there, in the center, was a cage. Not a room with a locked door like my attic. An actual cage, wrought iron with silver threaded through the bars. A bucket in one corner. A thin mat on the floor. Nothing else. This was what they’d planned for me. This was how they would have kept me if I’d never howled, if my mate had never heard.

My knees gave out. Aldric caught me before I hit the ground, lifting me into his arms like I weighed nothing. I buried my face against his chest, breathing in his scent, pine and wood smoke and something wild. It steadied me. “You meant to put her in that.” Aldric said flatly. “To protect the pack.

” Father insisted, but his voice was hollow. “She’s only 22 years old.” Aldric’s arms tightened around me. “You’ve stolen her entire life.” “22.” I’d stopped counting years in the attic. Time had become meaningless when every day was the same. But hearing it said out loud, hearing how much had been taken from me, made something inside me crack.

“There’s more.” A quiet voice said from the stairs. Everyone turned. A girl stood there, maybe 16 or 17, with the same dark hair as my mother but softer eyes. She held something in her hands, a silver ribbon, the one I’d worn in my hair as a child. “Lyra?” My mother’s voice pitched up. “What are you doing here?” “What I should have done years ago.

” Lyra descended the steps, her chin lifted. She looked at me, and I saw tears streaming down her face. “I’m sorry, Serafina. I’m so so sorry. I brought you food when I could, books when they weren’t watching. But I should have told someone. Should have done more.” My sister. I had a sister. I’d heard her sometimes, heard her voice through the walls, but my parents had never let her see me.

Never let her know the truth. “You knew?” My mother grabbed Lyra’s arm. “All this time, you knew?” “I found the attic when I was 12. Lyra pulled away from mother’s grip. I saw what you were doing. What you’ve been doing. And I hated you for it. I hate you both.” She walked to Aldric and held out the ribbon. “I left this in the main house for you to find, Your Majesty.

I hoped you’d search everywhere. I hoped you’d save her because I wasn’t brave enough to.” “You were a child,” Aldric said, taking the ribbon. “This wasn’t your burden to bear.” “She’s my sister.” Lyra’s voice broke. “It should have been.” I reached out from Aldric’s arms, extending my hand toward her. Lyra took it, squeezing tight, and we stayed like that for a moment.

 Two sisters, meeting for the first time, bound by the crimes of our parents. “The pack will hear of this,” Aldric announced, his voice carrying up the stairs. “Serafina is under my protection now. As my mate, she is your future queen. Anyone who challenges this, who questions her right to stand at my side, challenges me directly.

” The threat was clear. The pack murmured its understanding. “Take them,” Aldric told his guards, nodding toward my parents. They’ll stand trial for what they’ve done. Lyra, you’ll come with us. Your sister will need family she can trust.” “No.” Father lunged forward, but he didn’t make it two steps before guards restrained him.

“You can’t just take her. She’s dangerous, I’m telling you. When her wolf takes over, she’s not rational. She’s not.” “She’s powerful,” Aldric corrected coldly. “And you were afraid of that power because you’re weak. Because you come from a bloodline that was once royal and has spent generations trying to hide from that legacy.

” “Royal.” There was that word again. “What does that mean?” I asked. “What bloodline?” Aldric looked at me, his expression gentle. “Later. First, we get you out of here. Get you safe, fed, healed. Then we’ll talk about everything, about what you are, what we are together.” But before anyone could move, my mother let out a desperate laugh.

“You think you can just take her? You think she’ll trust you? She’s been caged for 17 years, Your Majesty. She doesn’t know how to be anything but afraid. The moment you get her somewhere private, the moment she feels cornered, her wolf will attack. She won’t be able to help it.” “Mother, stop,” Lyra pleaded. “It’s the truth.

” Mother’s eyes were wild. “Show him, Serafina. Show him what happens when you’re frightened. Show him why we had to keep you contained.” And something about her words, about the familiar manipulation in them, made my wolf surge forward. She’d been waiting, coiled and ready. My mother had always known how to trigger me, how to make me react.

It had been her justification for years. See how dangerous she is. See how she can’t be trusted. The shift took me fast. One moment I was in Aldric’s arms, the next I was on four legs, silver-black fur bristling. My wolf was done being afraid. Done being controlled. Aldric set me down carefully, stepping back to give me space.

But my wolf saw it as retreat. Saw vulnerability. Saw a threat like every other threat we’d faced. I lunged. To his credit, Aldric was fast. He shifted mid-step, his black wolf meeting my attack head-on. We collided in a tangle of fur and fangs, rolling across the stone floor. My teeth found his shoulder. His claws raked my side.

We were both holding back, I could feel it, but my wolf was beyond reason. She wanted to prove we were strong. Wanted to show everyone we weren’t the weak, broken thing they believed us to be. I threw Aldric off, and he hit the wall hard enough to crack stone. The pack gasped. Their Alpha King matched blow for blow by a half-starved female who should barely be able to stand.

Aldric shook his head and circled me slowly. His wolf was massive, easily twice my size, but I’d landed every hit. Drew blood. Proven that size wasn’t everything. His amber eyes locked with my golden ones. And instead of anger, instead of the violence I expected, I saw understanding. He wasn’t fighting back. Not really.

He was letting me rage. My wolf faltered. This wasn’t right. Threats fought back. Threats tried to dominate, to force submission. But Aldric was just waiting. Letting me get it out of my system. Showing me he could take whatever I gave without breaking, without retaliating. Showing me I was safe. The fight drained out of me all at once.

My legs buckled, and I shifted back to human, gasping for air. Blood from his bites was seeping through his shirt that I still wore. My own blood mixed with it. Aldric shifted, too, kneeling in front of me. There were scratches on his face, a deep bite on his shoulder, but he was smiling. Actually smiling. “Feel better?” he asked.

I stared at him. “I attacked you.” “You did.” He reached out slowly, giving me time to pull away, and wiped blood from my split lip with his thumb. “You’re incredibly strong, Serafina. Stronger than most of my elite guards. And you fought well, even wounded and exhausted.” “I could have killed you.” “No.” His smile widened.

“You couldn’t have. But I’m very impressed you tried.” “She’s feral,” my father insisted from where the guards held him. “You see? She can’t control herself. She’s a danger.” “She’s traumatized,” Aldric cut him off, his voice going hard again. “17 years of torture will do that to anyone. The fact that she’s still standing, still fighting, still has any spirit left at all is a testament to her strength.

” He looked back at me. “You’re not broken, Serafina. You’re bent, maybe. Wounded. But not broken. Never broken.” Tears I’d been holding back for years finally spilled over. “I don’t know how to be anything else. Anything more than this.” “Then we’ll learn together.” He stood, offering me his hand. “I’m not asking you to trust me right away.

I know that will take time. But I’m asking you to come with me, to let me try to give you the life you should have had. A choice. A future. Freedom. Freedom. The word hung in the air like a promise I was afraid to believe in. Behind him, the pack watched. Lyra watched. My parents watched. Everyone waiting to see what I would do.

But for the first time in my entire life, it was actually my choice to make. I looked at Aldric’s outstretched hand. At the man who’d answered my howl, who’d fought his way to me, who’d let me rage at him without raising a hand against me. My wolf pushed forward, certain. Trusting in a way I couldn’t quite manage yet.

But maybe my wolf’s certainty was enough for now. I took his hand. The pack exhaled as one. Lyra sobbed with relief. My mother made a sound that might have been grief or might have been fear. Aldric pulled me to my feet, steady and sure. “Get her something warm to wear,” he told one of his guards. “And prepare the carriage.

We’re leaving within the hour.” “What about us?” Father demanded. “You can’t just” “You’ll be taken to the capital for trial,” Aldric said without looking at him. “The pack will choose new leadership in your absence. As for what happens to you” His eyes finally cut to my father, and they were merciless. “That will be decided by the wolf you tried to destroy.

Serafina will determine your fate when she’s ready.” My fate was in my hands. Their fate was in my hands. Everything I’d ever wanted was being handed to me in a single night. It was terrifying. It was perfect. As guards came with a cloak to wrap around me, as Lyra moved to my side and took my hand, as we climbed the stairs out of that basement prison into the moonlit night, I kept expecting to wake up.

For this to be another dream, another delusion my broken mind had conjured. But Aldric’s hand stayed firm in mine, warm and real. And when we emerged into the open air, when I saw the stars scattered across the sky like diamonds I’d almost forgotten existed, I knew this was real. My howl had shattered more than silence wards.

It had shattered my cage. And now I had to figure out what to do with freedom I’d never been taught to want. Wanting to see what would happen next, subscribe to this channel, too. Get to listen to more of our upcoming exciting stories. Click on the subscribe button now. Thank you. Chapter 3 The carriage ride to the capital took 3 days, and I spent most of it pressed against the far corner of the seat, as far from Aldric as the confined space would allow.

He didn’t push. Didn’t try to touch me or force conversation. He just sat across from me, reading reports during the day and sleeping sitting up at night so I could stretch out on the bench. Lyra rode in a second carriage with some of the guards, close enough to call for but giving us space. Giving me space. But the mate bond didn’t care about space.

I could feel it like a living thing between us, pulling at my chest, whispering that I should move closer, that I’d feel safer in his arms, that everything would be better if I just gave in. My wolf agreed with it completely. She wanted to crawl into his lap and never leave. I told them both to shut up. “You can sleep, you know.

” Aldric said on the second night, not looking up from his papers. “I’m not going to hurt you.” “I know.” And I did know, somehow. Whatever else he might be, he wasn’t like them. Wasn’t cruel. But knowing something in your head and trusting it in your bones were different things. “Have you eaten anything today?” I glanced at the basket of food his guards had packed.

Fresh bread, cheese, dried meat, fruit. More food than I’d seen in months. My stomach was growling, but the thought of eating in front of him made me anxious. Eating meant letting my guard down. Meant vulnerability. “Sarah.” His voice was gentle but firm. “You need to eat.” “Please.” The please did something to me.

Made my chest tight. When was the last time anyone had said please to me? When was the last time I’d been asked instead of commanded? I reached for an apple, keeping my eyes on him the whole time. He smiled, just a slight curve of his mouth, and went back to his reading like it was nothing. Like watching me eat wasn’t the saddest thing he’d witnessed.

The apple was crisp and sweet, and I had to force myself not to devour it too quickly. My stomach wasn’t used to real food. Too much too fast and I’d be sick. “Better?” Aldric asked when I’d finished. I nodded, not trusting my voice. “We’ll reach the palace by tomorrow evening.” “I should warn you, it’s going to be overwhelming.

” “Lots of people, lots of noise.” “My court is political.” “Everyone will want to meet you, to assess you, to figure out what your presence means for their position.” “I don’t know how to do this.” The admission came out before I could stop it. “I don’t know how to be around people.” “How to be what you need me to be.

” “You don’t have to be anything except yourself.” He leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “I know that’s easier said than believed right now.” “But Sarah, I’m not expecting you to step into the role of queen immediately.” “Or ever, if you don’t want it.” “The mate bond doesn’t require you to be anything you’re not ready for.

” “Then what does it require?” “Time.” He said simply. “And patience.” “And for me to prove that I’m worth trusting.” His amber eyes held mine. “I have a lifetime to prove it, if that’s what you need.” The mate bond pulsed between us, warm and insistent. My wolf whined, wanting to close the distance. But I stayed where I was, pressed into my corner, holding onto my fear like armor.

Because fear I understood. Fear had kept me alive. Trust could kill me. The palace was enormous. Towering spires of white stone, sprawling grounds, guards everywhere. As our carriage rolled through the gates, I felt my breathing speed up, my hands start to shake. Too big. Too open. Too many places for threats to hide.

Aldric noticed immediately. “Would you like to enter through a private entrance?” “Avoid the crowds?” “Yes.” I whispered. He gave orders to the driver, and we diverted around the main courtyard to a smaller entrance at the side. Even so, there were people waiting. Guards, servants, officials. All of them staring as I emerged from the carriage in borrowed clothes that didn’t fit right, my hair a tangled mess, my skin still too pale.

I could hear their thoughts as clearly as if they’d spoken them aloud. This is the alpha king’s mate? This frightened, damaged creature? This is supposed to be our queen? My wolf snarled. Wanted to show them exactly how dangerous this frightened creature could be. “Easy.” Aldric murmured, his hand finding the small of my back.

Not restraining, just steadying. “They’re curious, not threatening.” “Most of them, anyway.” “Most?” “There are always those who resist change.” He guided me toward the entrance. “But they’ll learn to respect you.” “Or they’ll leave.” “I won’t tolerate anyone who makes you feel unsafe in your own home.” Your own home.

The words should have been comforting. Instead, they felt like a trap closing around me. Lyra appeared at my other side, taking my hand. “I’m here.” She said quietly. “You’re not alone.” I squeezed her fingers, grateful. My sister. The one person besides Aldric who felt even remotely safe. Inside, the palace was a maze of corridors and staircases, all of it richly decorated and utterly foreign.

Aldric led us to a suite of rooms in the private royal wing, sitting room, bedroom, bathing room, all connected and more spacious than my entire childhood home. “This is yours.” He said. “The guards outside are for your protection, not to keep you contained.” “You’re free to come and go as you please, though I’d ask that you take someone with you until you know your way around.

” I walked to the center of the bedroom and turned in a slow circle. A massive four-poster bed. Windows with actual glass. A fireplace. Bookshelves. Everything decorated in soft blues and silvers, like someone had tried to imagine what I might like. “There’s a door here.” Aldric continued, pointing to a door I hadn’t noticed, “that connects to my chambers.

” “It remains locked from your side unless you choose to open it.” “Your space is your own.” “Where will Lyra stay?” “The room next door.” “Connected to yours through there.” He indicated another door. “I thought you’d want her close.” He’d thought of everything. Planned for my comfort, my fear, my need for control.

It should have made me grateful. Instead, it made me suspicious. “Why?” I asked. “Why do all of this for someone you just met?” “Because you’re my mate.” He said it like it was the simplest thing in the world. “Because even if you weren’t, no one deserves what was done to you.” “And because” He paused, something shifting in his expression.

“Because I can feel what you feel through the bond, Sarah.” “I can feel your fear, your pain.” “It’s killing me not to be able to fix it immediately.” “This” He gestured around the room, “is the least I can do.” He could feel what I felt. The bond went both ways. Which meant he’d been sensing my terror, my panic, my constant state of near violence for 3 days and hadn’t said a word.

“I’m sorry.” I said, the words strange and rusty. “For what you’ve had to feel.” “Don’t apologize for surviving.” He moved toward the door. “A healer will come see you soon.” “I need you to let her examine you, document everything.” “It’s important for the trial and for your own health.” “Will you stay?” The question escaped before I could stop it, and I hated how small my voice sounded.

Aldric’s entire expression softened. “If you want me to, I’ll stay as long as you need.” The healer was an older woman named Mara with kind eyes and gentle hands. She took one look at me and sent Aldric to wait in the sitting room, then had Lyra help me remove my borrowed clothes. The scars were worse than I’d realized.

Silver burns on my wrists and ankles where the chains had been. Whip marks on my back from the times I’d fought too hard. Ribs that showed too clearly through skin. Mara’s face remained professional, but I saw the anger in her eyes as she cataloged each injury. “The wolfsbane poisoning is extensive.” She said, making notes.

“Years of it.” “It’s weakened your wolf, suppressed your healing.” “We’ll need to cleanse your system, which won’t be pleasant, I’m afraid.” “I can handle pain. I don’t doubt it. She moved to examine my head, running her fingers through my hair. Her hands stilled suddenly. Sarah, tilt your head forward for me.

I did and felt her trace something at the base of my skull. What is it? Magical marks. Her voice had gone sharp. Suppression bindings. Someone carved these into your skin when you were very young and then healed them over so they be hidden. They’ve been dampening your true nature, keeping your abilities locked away.

What abilities? That’s what we need to figure out. She pulled back, her expression grave. Your Majesty, she called out. You need to see this. Aldric was through the door in seconds, his eyes immediately going to me to check if I was all right before looking to Mara. What is it? Suppression marks. Someone went to considerable effort to bind this girl’s power.

These aren’t the work of amateurs. This is ancient magic, expensive magic. Someone paid a great deal to make sure Sarah never reached her full potential. Aldric’s jaw clenched. Can you remove them? Yes, but I’d advise caution. We don’t know what will happen when they’re lifted. If her abilities have been bound for 17 years, releasing them all at once could be dangerous.

To her and to those around her. I want them removed, I said immediately. Whatever power they’d locked away, it was mine. I wanted it back. Not yet, Aldric said gently. Not until we understand what we’re dealing with. Mara, finish your examination. I’m sending for the royal archivist. The archivist was a tiny ancient man named Theodore who arrived with his arms full of books and scrolls.

He set up shop in my sitting room, spreading documents across every surface while muttering to himself. Moon blessed line. Yes, yes, I remember now. Thought they’d died out. Very rare, very powerful. Theodore, Aldric said patiently, perhaps incoherently. The old man looked up, his eyes bright with excitement.

The girl’s bloodline, your Majesty. I’ve traced it. She’s descended from the moon blessed wolves. The room went very quiet. That’s impossible, Mara said. The moon blessed died out 300 years ago. Everyone knows that. Everyone is wrong. Theodore thrust a scroll at her. Look. The female line continued, hidden and suppressed.

Sarah’s great great great grandmother was moon blessed. The ability passes through the female line, but it often skips generations. Sarah’s mother didn’t have it. Her grandmother didn’t have it. But Sarah does. What does that mean? I asked. What is moon blessed? Theodore turned to me, his expression reverent. You’re blessed by the moon goddess herself, child.

Your bloodline could hear her voice, receive her visions, channel her power. Moon blessed wolves were counselors to kings, prophets, warriors. They were also He hesitated. Also what? Also dangerous to those in power, Aldric finished grimly. Because they could challenge even an alpha’s authority. A moon blessed wolf’s voice carries the weight of the goddess.

When they speak, other wolves have to listen. There’s more, Theodore said, pulling out another scroll. A prophecy. Made by the last known moon blessed wolf before she died. She said another would come, that the bloodline would resurface, and this wolf would either unite the kingdom under a new golden age or destroy it completely.

My hands started shaking. That’s why they hid me. That’s why someone paid them to hide you, Aldric corrected. Your parents weren’t wealthy, Sarah. But 10 years ago, there was a sudden change in their finances. They paid off debts. Hired that witch to strengthen the wards. Someone was funding your imprisonment.

Who? That’s what I need to find out. He looked at Theodore. Is there anything else? Any other abilities we should expect? Prophetic dreams, definitely. Enhanced strength and healing once the suppression is lifted. The voice compulsion I mentioned. Some moon blessed could also sense truth from lies, manipulate emotions, even.

He trailed off. Even what? I pressed. Even challenge a mate bond, Theodore said quietly. If they deemed it false or forced. They could break bonds the moon goddess herself had made. Aldric’s expression didn’t change, but I felt something through our connection, a flicker of fear. Not of me, but for us. For what this meant.

I wouldn’t, I said, the words coming out before I thought them through. I don’t know how to do any of this, but I wouldn’t break our bond. Why not? He asked it carefully, like he was afraid of the answer. Because you came for me. It was the simplest truth I had. Because you heard me and you came. I don’t trust easily and I don’t trust you yet, but I trust that.

I trust that you’ll keep coming, keep trying, even when I’m difficult and damaged and You’re not damaged, he interrupted firmly. You’re healing. There’s a difference. A knock at the door had made us all turn. One of Aldric’s guards stepped in, his face pale. Your Majesty, there’s been an incident. Someone tried to poison the food being sent up to Miss Sarah’s rooms.

The kitchen staff caught it in time, but But someone in the palace just tried to kill my mate, Aldric finished, his voice deadly quiet. He looked at me. It started already. Someone knows what you are and they’re afraid of it. How would they know? We just found out ourselves. Because whoever paid your parents has been watching you for years.

Waiting to see if you’d ever be found. He stood, moving toward the door. Double the guards on this wing. No one enters without my express permission. And Theodore, he turned back to the archivist. Find me everything you can on who might have known about the moon blessed prophecy. Someone close to the throne. Someone with resources and influence.

Aldric, I said, stopping him. If I’m this dangerous, this threatening, maybe I should leave. Go somewhere else. I don’t want to cause problems. You’re not causing anything. They are. He crossed back to me, taking my hands in his. Listen to me. I don’t care if you can challenge my authority. I don’t care if some prophecy says you’ll destroy the kingdom.

You’re my mate and you belong here. Anyone who tries to hurt you will answer to me. The mate bond flared between us, warm and fierce. My wolf held her agreement. And for the first time, I let myself lean into it. Just a little. Just enough to feel his strength, his certainty, his absolute conviction that I was worth protecting.

Okay, I whispered. Okay. That night, after everyone left, after Lyra fell asleep in the room next door and the palace grew quiet, I had the dream. The moon goddess stood before me, radiant and terrible. Her eyes made of starlight. She touched my forehead with one luminous finger and power flooded through me, ancient, overwhelming, infinite.

You are mine, she said, her voice echoing through my bones. You have always been mine. They tried to silence you, to hide you, to keep you small. But you were never meant to be contained, daughter. You were meant to be free. I don’t know how to be free, I told her. Then learn, she said, smiling. Your mate will teach you.

He’s been waiting for you longer than either of you know. The bond between you was forged before you were born. Trust in it. Trust in him. Trust in yourself. But the prophecy. The prophecy is yours to fulfill however you choose. Destruction and unity are not opposites, child. Sometimes things must be destroyed to make room for something better.

Sometimes the kingdom must fall to rise again, stronger and truer than before. She began to fade, her light dimming. One more thing, daughter. The one who paid for your silence, who bound your power and kept you caged, they sit in the highest circle of court. They smile at your mate while plotting your death.

Be watchful. Be strong. And when the time comes, be ruthless. I woke gasping, power crackling under my skin. My hands were glowing with silver light and I could feel the suppression marks at the base of my skull burning, cracking, beginning to break. The moon goddess had touched me. And everything was about to change.

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A glimpse of silver chains, but not on my wrists, on his. The scent of smoke and blood and betrayal. I’d wake gasping, my room bathed in silver moonlight that seemed to come from my own skin rather than the window. Lyra would rush in, holding me while I shook, whispering that it was just a dream, just my mind processing trauma.

But I knew better. The moon goddess had marked me. These weren’t dreams. They were warnings. “You need to eat more than that,” Mara said, watching me push food around my plate. A week had passed since we’d arrived at the palace, and she’d been monitoring my recovery closely. “Your body is trying to heal, and these visions are draining you.

” “I’m not hungry.” Another lie. I was always hungry now, my wolf demanding fuel as my suppressed ability started breaking free. But eating meant sitting in the dining room with Aldric and his inner circle, and I couldn’t bear it. Couldn’t bear watching Corin laugh and joke with Aldric while my visions screamed warnings about betrayal.

“The beta asked about you again this morning,” Mara continued, too casual. Corin. “He seems concerned about your well-being.” My hands clenched around my fork. “I’m sure he is.” “You don’t like him.” “I don’t trust him.” The words came out sharper than I intended. “And I don’t know why.” “He’s been nothing but kind, but every time I see him, my wolf I trailed off.

How could I explain that my wolf snarled at Aldric’s best friend? That I saw blood on Corin’s hands in my visions, even though his hands were always clean? “Have you told Aldric?” “No.” I set down my fork. “How can I? Your lifelong friend and beta is a traitor because the moon goddess told me so in a dream? He’ll think I’m crazy.

He’ll think the captivity broke something in my mind.” “He won’t think that.” “You don’t know that.” I stood, pacing to the window. Below, I could see Aldric and Corin training in the courtyard, moving in the synchronized way of wolves who’d fought side by side for years. They were brothers in all but blood. How could I ask Aldric to doubt that bond based on nothing but my fragmented visions? “Sarah.

” Mara’s voice was gentle. “The moon goddess doesn’t give false warnings. If she’s showing you betrayal, there’s betrayal. But perhaps it’s not what you think.” “Perhaps.” A knock at the door interrupted her. One of Aldric’s guards, Marcus, the one with kind eyes who always nodded respectfully when he saw me. “Miss Sarah, His Majesty requests your presence in the council chambers.

” My stomach dropped. “Why?” “There’s a meeting.” “About about you, miss.” “He thought you should be there.” I looked at Mara, who squeezed my hand. “You’re stronger than you know. Go. Listen. And trust yourself.” The council chambers were enormous, all dark wood and high ceilings. Aldric sat at the head of a long table, with Corin at his right hand and various other officials arranged down both sides.

At the far end sat a man I’d only seen from a distance, Lord Silas, Aldric’s uncle and the former regent who’d ruled while Aldric came of age. Every eye turned to me as I entered. I felt their assessment like physical touches. The damaged mate. The burden. The political liability. “Sarah.” Aldric stood immediately, gesturing to the empty seat on his left, the place of honor.

“Thank you for coming.” I moved to the chair stiffly, hyper-aware of every gaze following me. Corin offered me a warm smile that made my wolf bare her teeth internally. Lord Silas watched with eyes like chips of ice. “Gentlemen,” Aldric said once I was seated, his hand finding mine under the table. Let’s continue.

” “Your majesty,” one of the council members spoke up, Lord Brennan, I thought his name was. “We were discussing the challenges that have been issued. Three rival packs in the past week alone, all citing concerns about the strength of your rule.” “They’re citing concerns about my mate,” Aldric corrected flatly.

“Let’s be honest about what this is.” “They see weakness,” another council member said. “An alpha king who’s distracted by, forgive me, Miss Sarah, by a mate who cannot yet fulfill her duties. Who may never be able to fulfill them.” I felt Aldric tense beside me, but I spoke before he could. “You’re right.” My voice was steadier than I felt.

“I can’t fulfill those duties. I don’t know how to be a queen. I’ve been locked in an attic for 17 years. I can barely function in a room full of people without wanting to run or fight.” “Sarah,” Aldric started, but I squeezed his hand. “Let me finish.” I looked around the table, meeting each pair of eyes. “I know what you all think.

That I’m broken. That I’m a burden. That Aldric would be better off with someone else, someone whole and strong and politically useful.” “That’s not,” Corin began, but Lord Silas cut him off. “But it is true, isn’t it?” Silas’s voice was smooth, cultured. “The girl speaks plainly. She’s damaged goods, nephew. Through no fault of her own, certainly.

Her family’s crimes are abhorrent. But the fact remains that she cannot be what the kingdom needs. What you need.” “Careful, uncle.” Aldric’s voice dropped to something dangerous. “You’re talking about my mate.” “I’m talking about the kingdom’s future.” Silas leaned forward. “The Northern Alliance has offered their daughter, Alera.

Beautiful, trained in court politics, from a powerful bloodline. Take her as your queen. Keep your little Sarah if you must, but quietly. As a companion.” The rage that swept through me was white-hot. My vision blurred silver at the edges. “A companion?” “It’s a generous offer,” Silas continued, ignoring Aldric’s warning growl.

“More than generous, considering her condition. She’d be provided for, kept comfortable. And you’d be free to make the alliances necessary to “Enough.” Aldric’s voice cracked like a whip. “Sarah is my mate. Chosen by the moon goddess herself. There will be no other queen. If the council cannot accept that, they can find other positions.

” “The challenges will continue,” Lord Brennan said quietly. “They’ll see this as confirmation that you’ve lost your edge. That you’re ruled by sentiment rather than reason.” “Then let them challenge.” Aldric’s hand tightened on mine. “I’ll face every single one and prove exactly how sharp my edge remains.” “You can’t fight the whole world for her,” Silas said, and something in his tone made my wolf’s ears prick.

“Eventually, nephew, you’ll have to choose, your mate or your crown.” “I choose both.” Aldric stood, pulling me up with him. “This meeting is over.” As we left, I caught Corin watching me with an expression I couldn’t read. Pity? Concern? Something else? And behind him, Lord Silas smiled. I couldn’t sleep that night.

The visions came faster now, more vivid. I saw Aldric surrounded by enemies, fighting alone. I saw silver chains wrapping around his throat. I saw the palace burning, heard screams, tasted ash. And through it all, I heard the moon goddess’s voice from within the pack’s heart. “The betrayal comes from within.” I paced my room until dawn, my power crackling under my skin.

The suppression marks were almost gone. Mara said another few days and they’d break completely. But I could already feel my abilities growing, becoming harder to control. When I closed my eyes, I could sense every wolf in the palace. Could feel their emotions like colors in my mind. Aldric’s steady determination.

Lyra’s worried affection. Corin’s. Corin’s feelings were strange. Complicated. Layers upon layers, like he was hiding something even from himself. And Lord Silas. His emotions were a dark, twisted knot of ambition and resentment. But which one was the traitor? “Sarah.” Lyra’s voice came from the doorway. “You’re awake early.

” “Couldn’t sleep.” I turned to her. “Lyra, do you trust Corin?” She blinked at the question. “The beta?” “I don’t know him well, but he seems devoted to Aldric.” “Why?” “Just a feeling.” I couldn’t tell her about the visions. Couldn’t burden her with this weight. “What about Lord Silas?” “Silas is Lyra chose her words carefully.

Complicated. He ruled well as regent, but there were always rumors that he resented having to give up power when Aldric came of age. Some say he still thinks he should be king. A knock at the main door interrupted us. Marcus again, looking grim. Miss Sarah, there’s been another attempt. Someone tried to breach your rooms last night.

We caught them, but He hesitated. They killed themselves before we could question them. Poison capsule in their tooth. Professional. Well trained. Not some random assassin, but someone from the shadows. Where’s Aldric? I asked. Dealing with the aftermath. He wanted me to make sure you were safe. Marcus’s gaze was steady.

He’s barely slept since you arrived. He’s terrified something will happen to you on his watch. Because of me, Aldric was running himself into the ground. Because of me, his council was questioning his judgment. Because of me, rival packs were circling like wolves scenting blood. My parents had been right about one thing. I was dangerous.

Just not in the way they’d thought. I was dangerous because I made him vulnerable. Because he cared about me more than was wise, and his enemies could see it. I need some air, I told Marcus. I’m going to walk the gardens. I’ll accompany you. No. The word came out harder than I intended, laced with power I didn’t mean to use.

Marcus’s eyes glazed slightly, his will bending to mine. Stay here. Guard Lyra. He nodded slowly, and I felt a surge of horror. I just used compulsion on him. Had bent his will without meaning to. The moon blessed power was growing stronger, and I didn’t know how to control it. I fled before Lyra could see what I’d done.

The gardens were empty in the pre-dawn light. I walked until I reached the farthest corner, where ancient stones formed a small courtyard. The moon goddess’s shrine, I realized. Someone still maintained it, kept it clean and honored. I knelt before the altar, tears finally spilling over. I don’t know what to do, I whispered.

You chose me for him, but I’m destroying him. Every day I stay, I make him weaker in his enemies’ eyes. Make him a target. Maybe maybe I should leave. Break the bond. Set him free to find someone who can actually help him instead of being another problem to solve. The statue of the goddess seemed to glow in the early light.

Or maybe that was my imagination. You can’t break what I forged, her voice whispered through my mind. The bond between you is not your burden, child. It’s your strength. Together, you’re unstoppable. Apart, you’ll both fall. But I’m broken. You’re awakening. Her voice was thunder and starlight. And that terrifies those who want to keep you weak.

The betrayal you fear, the traitor you seek, look not for who hates you, but for who has the most to lose when you claim your true power. Who has the most to lose? Corin was loyal to Aldric, still to gain from my presence as the beta to the alpha king’s powerful mate. But Silas. Silas had ruled once. Had held ultimate power and been forced to surrender it.

And if something happened to Aldric before he had an heir, if he died or was removed The regency would fall to you again, I breathed. Silas. It’s Silas. But I still had no proof. Nothing but visions and instinct. I stood, power beginning to swirl around me. I’d been so focused on not being a burden that I hadn’t considered the alternative.

That maybe I wasn’t supposed to hide, to make myself smaller, to protect Aldric by leaving. Maybe I was supposed to protect him by being exactly what I was. A moon blessed wolf. Powerful. Dangerous. His equal, not his liability. The decision crystallized in my mind. I would leave, not to break the bond, but to draw out the traitor.

Make myself vulnerable. Make them think I’d abandoned Aldric and was running. They’d have to strike then, would have to reveal themselves. It was risky. Insane, probably. But I was done being helpless. I made it three steps before the world exploded. Power erupted from my skin in a blast of silver light. The suppression marks finally shattered completely, and 17 years of locked away abilities flooded through me all at once.

I screamed, unable to contain it, and the sound wasn’t human. It was the voice of the goddess herself, amplified through a mortal throat. Every wolf in the palace would have heard it. Every wolf in the kingdom would have felt it, a pulse of pure divine power radiating outward like a shockwave. I fell to my knees, gasping as my body tried to adjust to the sudden influx of strength.

My senses expanded until I could feel every living thing for miles. Could sense their thoughts, their fears, their secrets. And I sensed him moving. Lord Silas leaving his chambers with purpose. Armed guards following him, his personal guard, not the palace guards. Moving toward Aldric’s rooms while Aldric was distracted by my power display, while everyone was running toward me instead of watching him.

No, I gasped, trying to stand. Trying to send a warning. But my power was still spiraling out of control. Silver light poured from my hands, my eyes, my mouth. The ancient stones of the shrine began to glow in response, drinking in my energy. Footsteps pounded toward me. Aldric, I realized. I could feel him through the bond, feel his terror and awe and desperate need to reach me.

But Silas was faster. Closer to his target. I focused everything I had, every ounce of my newfound power, and projected my voice directly into Aldric’s mind. Silas. Betrayer. He’s coming for you. Now. The bond carried my warning like wildfire. I felt Aldric’s shock, his split-second of disbelief, and then his absolute trust in me.

He changed direction, running not toward me, but toward the threat. And Silas, sensing his plan had failed, made his final gamble. Traitor. His voice boomed across the palace, amplified by magic. The moon blessed witch has attacked the alpha king. She’s gone mad with power. Guards, to your king. Destroy the girl before she kills us all.

Half the palace guards would believe him. Would see my power display as an attack rather than an awakening. Would follow the former regent’s orders out of habit and panic. I felt them coming. Felt them converging on my position with silver weapons drawn. And I realized Silas’s real plan. He couldn’t kill Aldric directly, that would be too obvious.

But if he could make me look like a threat, could turn the palace against me, could force Aldric to choose between me and his kingdom. One way or another, he’d destroy us both. The first guard reached the garden, silver sword raised. Stand down, he shouted. Contain the threat. My wolf surged forward, ready to fight.

But I forced her back. I couldn’t attack them. Couldn’t prove Silas right. Please, I gasped, my voice still echoing with power. Please, you don’t understand. It’s not me. It’s Silas. He’s the traitor. He’s Silence. Another guard, this one I didn’t recognize. You will be contained until the king can determine The king, Aldric’s voice cut through the chaos like a blade, has determined that anyone who threatens his mate will answer to him personally.

He appeared at the garden entrance, Corin at his side. Behind them, I could see more guards, the ones loyal to Aldric specifically. And between them, dragged forward in chains, was Lord Silas. Uncle, Aldric said coldly. Would you like to explain why my beta found assassination orders in your quarters? Orders with my name on them.

Or should we discuss the payments you’ve been making to certain northern families? The same ones issuing challenges to my rule? Silas’s face was a mask of rage. She’s poisoned your mind. The moon blessed witch has Has saved my life, Aldric interrupted. Has warned me of your betrayal. Has proven herself loyal while you’ve been plotting my death.

He looked at me, and his eyes were blazing with pride and fear and something deeper. I should have listened to your instincts from the start. Should have trusted you. How touching, Silas sneered. The weak king and his broken mate. You think she’ll save your kingdom? She’s a curse, just like the prophecy says. She’ll destroy everything.

The only thing being destroyed today, I said, my voice ringing with divine authority, is your plan. The power was still flowing through me, but it was steadier now. Controlled. I could feel it settling into my bones, becoming part of me rather than something foreign. I stood and silver light wreathed my form like armor.

Every wolf in the garden dropped to one knee instinctively, responding to the power of a moon blessed in their presence. Everyone except Aldric, who walked through the kneeling guards until he stood before me. “You were going to leave.” He said quietly. I felt it through the bond. “You were going to run.” “To protect you.

” “By breaking my heart?” He reached up, cupping my face in his hands. “Sarah, I don’t need protection from you. I need you beside me. I need your strength, your power, your visions. I need my mate and my equal.” “I’m not equal.” “You’re glowing with the power of the moon goddess and every wolf here is on their knees.

” He pointed out, a slight smile playing at his lips. “I’d say you’re doing fine.” Around us, more guards were arriving. The council members. Pack officials. All of them staring at me, at the silver light, at the obvious divine favor, at the undeniable proof that I was exactly what the old stories claimed. Moon blessed. Chosen. Powerful.

“The prophecy said I’d either unite or destroy the kingdom.” I said. “Then let’s make sure it’s the first one.” Aldric’s thumb brushed my cheek. “Together.” The mate bond pulsed between us, stronger than ever. And for the first time since he’d found me in that attic, I didn’t fight it. I leaned into him, let him hold me while my power slowly receded to something manageable.

Let the entire kingdom see their alpha king embrace his moon blessed mate without shame or hesitation. Let them see that we were stronger together than apart. Silas was screaming something, still trying to poison minds against us. But no one was listening anymore. They were too busy kneeling before their future queen.

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It wasn’t. Three days after his arrest, as dawn broke over the palace, the attack came. I woke to Aldric’s hand on my shoulder, his face grim in the half-light. “Get dressed. Battle gear. Now.” My wolf was already on alert, sensing what my conscious mind hadn’t yet grasped. “What’s happening?” “Silas’s allies. They’re coming.

” He was pulling on his own armor, moving with the efficiency of someone who’d done this a thousand times. “The Northern Alliance, the Eastern Ridge Pack, and at least three mercenary groups. They’re marching on the palace.” “How many?” “Enough.” His jaw clenched. “Sarah, I need you to stay in the secure wing. Marcus and a full guard detail will “No.

” I was already reaching for the clothes Mara had laid out, not the delicate dresses I’d been trying to learn to wear, but leather pants and a reinforced tunic. Battle clothes. “I’m not hiding anymore.” “This isn’t about hiding. This is about keeping you safe while I “While you what?” “Fight them alone?” I turned to face him and I felt my eyes flash with silver light.

“I’m moon blessed, Aldric. The goddess didn’t give me this power so I could cower in a locked room while my mate fights for both of us.” “You don’t know how to fight.” “Not in battle.” “Then I’ll learn fast.” I moved closer, placing my hand over his heart. “I can feel them through my power. Can sense their intentions.

Silas used dark magic. I can smell it from here, taste it in the air. Blood magic. He’s twisted the bond between alpha and pack, forced loyalty where there should be choice. Those wolves out there aren’t all willing participants.” Aldric’s eyes widened slightly. “You can sense that?” “I can sense everything.” It was overwhelming, actually.

Hundreds of minds pressing against my awareness, emotions bleeding together into a cacophony of rage and fear and forced obedience. “Some of them are here because they want to be. But others Others are screaming inside, trapped by Silas’s compulsion. If I can break that hold “It’s too dangerous. You’re still learning to control your abilities.

” “So I’ll learn by doing.” I stood on my toes, pressing my forehead to his. “Together, remember? You said we’re stronger together.” He was quiet for a long moment and I could feel his internal struggle through our bond. The alpha king who never showed weakness, who’d been trained to protect above all else, warring with the mate who’d promised to treat me as his equal.

Finally, he exhaled. “You stay close to me. You follow Corrine’s and my lead. And if I tell you to run “I won’t.” “Sarah.” “I won’t run from this. Won’t run from you. Won’t run from who I am.” I pulled back to meet his eyes. “I spent 17 years running inside my own mind, hiding from myself because I thought I was cursed.

I’m done running. We end this today.” A horn blast echoed across the palace grounds. The enemy was at the gates. “Fine.” Aldric growled, but his hand found mine and squeezed. “But we do this smart. Corrine.” The beta appeared in the doorway, fully armored. His expression when he saw me was complicated, concern, respect, and something that might have been approval.

“My lady. You’re fighting?” “She is.” Aldric confirmed. “And she’ll need protection until she can “I don’t need protection.” I interrupted. “I need wolves who will listen when I speak. Who will follow when I command. Can you do that, Corrine?” He blinked, surprised by my directness. Then a slow smile spread across his face.

“For my Luna Queen I’d follow you into the fire itself.” The title, Luna Queen, sent a jolt through me. Not from fear this time, but from recognition. That’s what I was supposed to be. What I was becoming. “Good.” I said. “Then let’s show them what fire looks like.” The battle had already begun by the time we reached the outer courtyard.

Silas’s forces had breached the first wall, too quickly, which meant they’d had inside help. Traitors within our own ranks, wolves who’d been bought or compelled or convinced that the old regime was better than the new. The clash of steel and snarls of shifting wolves filled the air. Blood stained the white stones of the palace grounds.

And through it all, I could feel Silas’s dark magic pulsing like a diseased heartbeat, binding certain wolves to his will whether they wanted it or not. “There.” I pointed to the center of the enemy forces. “Silas is there. He’s maintaining the compulsion from that position. If we break through to him “Easier said than done.

” Corrine muttered, eyeing the wall of enemy wolves between us and our target. Aldric’s hand tightened on his sword. “Then we cut a path.” He shifted mid-stride, his black wolf emerging in a fluid transformation that still took my breath away. Powerful, lethal, magnificent. Corrine followed suit, his sandy brown wolf flanking Aldric’s right side.

I took a breath and let my own wolf free. The shift was easier now, faster. Silver black fur rippled across my body as I dropped to four legs and I felt the moon goddess’s power thrumming through every muscle. I was still thin, still recovering from years of malnutrition, but I was strong. Stronger than I’d ever been.

And I was done being afraid. We hit the enemy line like a storm. Aldric was a blur of teeth and claws, every movement precise and deadly. Corrine fought with the practiced efficiency of a beta who’d trained his whole life for this. And I I fought with 17 years of rage finally unleashed. But even as we pushed forward, I could feel the wrongness in some of our opponents.

Their movements were too jerky, too desperate. Their eyes showed pain beneath the fury. These weren’t willing fighters. They were prisoners in their own bodies, forced to fight against wolves who should have been allies. “Stop.” I tried to project to them, using the voice the goddess had given me. “You don’t want this.

You don’t have to do this.” A few faltered. Just for a moment, their attacks slowing as my words penetrated the compulsion. But Silas’s magic snapped them back into line and they came at us again. Not strong enough. I wasn’t strong enough yet to break his hold. An enemy wolf lunged at me from the side, a huge gray male, easily twice my size.

I dodged, but not quite fast enough. His claws raked across my flank, and I yelped as pain seared through me. Aldric’s answering roar shook the ground. He was on the gray wolf in an instant, bearing him to the ground. But in that moment of distraction, three more wolves converged on Aldric’s position. No. I didn’t think, just reacted.

Power exploded from me in a wave of silver light, and I heard myself howl. Not a wolf’s howl, but something older, something divine. The sound cut through the battle like a blade through silk. Every wolf on the field froze, their heads snapping toward me. Even mid-fight, even mid-shift, they all stopped and stared.

Because they could feel it. The Moon Goddess’s presence channeled through me, undeniable and absolute. “Listen to me,” I commanded, and my voice carried across the entire battlefield. Wolves of the Northern Alliance, wolves of the Eastern Ridge, wolves who came here under false pretenses and darker magic, look at what you’re doing.

Look at who you’re fighting for. I let my power wash over them, not compelling. I wouldn’t do to them what Silas had done, but showing them the truth. Letting them see through the lies and manipulation to the reality beneath. Silas wanted power, not peace. Wanted control, not unity. Would use them and discard them the moment it served his purposes.

“She lies.” Silas’s voice boomed from behind his lines. I couldn’t see him yet, but I could feel his panic. “The moon-blessed which is trying to bewitch you. Resist her. Fight.” But his magic was fraying. I could feel it unraveling as my power pushed against it, untangling the compulsions he’d woven through his forced allies.

One by one, wolves began to shake off his influence. To remember who they were, what they’d been made to do. Some dropped to the ground, overwhelmed by the sudden return of their own will. Others backed away from the fight, confused and horrified by their own actions. A few, the ones who’d come willingly, who’d believed in Silas’s cause, tightened their grips on their weapons and prepared to fight on.

“You can’t have them.” Silas appeared at last, pushing through his remaining forces. He’d aged since I’d last seen him, his face gaunt and his eyes wild. Dark veins spider-webbed across his skin, the price of the blood magic he’d been using. “They’re mine. The kingdom is mine. It should have been mine.” “It was never yours,” Aldric growled, shifting back to human form.

He stood naked and unashamed in the morning light, every inch the Alpha King. “You were regent, uncle. A caretaker. Nothing more. I ruled for 15 years. I built alliances, strengthened borders, brought prosperity. Silas’s hands crackled with dark energy. And what did you do the moment you came of age? Threw away everything I’d built for some political ideals about choice and freedom.

The packs need a strong hand, not a weak-willed boy who “Who found his mate,” I interrupted, shifting back to human as well. Corin quickly tossed us both cloaks, and I wrapped mine around myself. “Who was blessed by the Moon Goddess. Who refuses to rule through fear and compulsion.” Silas’s laugh was bitter. “You think you’re blessed? You’re cursed, girl.

Do you know what I went through to keep you hidden? The fortune I spent bribing your pathetic parents to suppress your power? All to prevent this moment. To prevent a moon-blessed from interfering with my plans.” “Then you wasted your money,” I said calmly. “Because here I stand. And your plans are done.” “Not yet.

” His smile was horrible. “You think you’re the only one with divine power? There are older gods than your precious Moon Goddess. Darker powers that remember when wolves bowed to blood and bone.” The air around him began to shimmer with reddish light. Blood magic, drawn from the deaths of those who’d already fallen in this battle.

He was using their sacrifice to fuel something terrible. “Aldric,” I said quietly, “he’s going to sacrifice himself,” Aldric finished grimly. “Blood magic’s final curse. He’ll destroy himself and take everyone nearby with him.” “Everyone,” Silas agreed, his form beginning to glow. “You, boy. Your precious mate. All your loyal little wolves.

The palace itself. I’ll bring it all down. If I can’t rule, no one will.” I could feel the magic building, corrosive and wrong. In seconds, he’d detonate. Would kill hundreds of innocent wolves along with us. There had to be a way to stop it. Had to be something I could do with my power, some way to The Moon Goddess’s voice whispered through my mind.

 “You are my vessel, daughter. Channel me. Let me work through you.” “Sarah, no.” Aldric must have sensed what I was about to do through the bond. “It’ll burn you out. You’re not ready for “I’m ready.” I stepped forward, dropping my cloak. Silver light began to pour from my skin, brighter and brighter until I couldn’t see anything but radiance.

“I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.” I opened myself completely to the Goddess’s power. No resistance, no fear, just pure trust. And she flooded into me. Not overwhelming, but filling every empty space, every broken place, every scar left by years of captivity and pain. My howl split the dawn. It wasn’t a sound of rage or pain.

It was a song of hope, of healing, of absolute divine authority. The power washed over every wolf on that battlefield, every soldier and servant and citizen within the palace walls. It didn’t compel or control. It simply showed them the truth. Showed them that they were worthy. That they were strong. That they were loved by the Goddess who’d created them.

And it showed them that Silas’s magic, his dark power fueled by blood and death, could not stand against the light of the moon. The red glow around Silas flickered, sputtered, and then shattered. He screamed as his own magic turned on him, the blood curse backfiring with nowhere to go. His body convulsed, dark veins spreading across his skin like cracks in porcelain.

He collapsed to his knees, then to his side, and finally went still. The silence that followed was deafening. Slowly, the silver light receded. I could see again, breathe again, feel my own body instead of being pure power. My legs gave out, but Aldric was there, catching me before I hit the ground. “I’ve got you,” he murmured against my hair.

“I’ve got you, love. You did it. You saved us all.” Around us, wolves were kneeling. Not from compulsion, but from genuine reverence. The Northern Alliance’s leader, a scarred female named Astrid, shifted to human form and approached slowly, hands raised in peace. “Luna Queen,” she said, bowing her head. “I We were deceived.

Manipulated by Silas’s magic into thinking the Alpha King had lost his way. But we see now. We see you, see your power, see the Goddess’s favor. If you’ll have us, we pledge our loyalty. Not to Silas’s regime, but to you and the Alpha King. To the new way forward.” Others echoed her pledge. Pack leaders, soldiers, wolves who’d come here to fight, but now chose peace instead.

The Eastern Ridge Alpha, the scattered remnants of the mercenary groups, even some of the palace guards who’d been on the fence about my place in the kingdom. They all knelt before us. Before their Alpha King and his moon-blessed mate. “Rise,” I said, and was surprised by how steady my voice was. All of you. I didn’t break Silas’s compulsions so you could replace it with blind obedience.

The Goddess wants you to choose. Choose loyalty. Choose honor. Choose unity. But choose it freely.” “We choose you,” Astrid said simply. “Both of you. You showed us what real strength looks like today. Not domination, but protection. Not fear, but hope. The kingdom has needed that for a long time.” Corin appeared at Aldric’s side, his expression unreadable.

Then, slowly, he knelt as well. “My Alpha. My Luna. I have served this kingdom all my life, but today I witnessed something I never thought to see. A ruler willing to sacrifice herself for her people before they’d even sworn loyalty to her. You have mine now, Sarah. For as long as I live.” Tears stung my eyes.

I looked at Aldric, who was watching me with such pride and love and awe that it made my chest ache. “Together?” I asked him softly. “Always,” he promised. The aftermath of the battle took days to sort through. Silas’s body was burned according to wolf tradition, though no one mourned him. The injured were healed.

The dead were honored. And slowly, painstakingly, we began the work of rebuilding what had been broken. My parents were brought to trial. I attended, though I wasn’t sure I could face them. But when they were led into the throne room in chains, when I saw how small they looked, how diminished, I felt pity more than rage.

“You destroyed my childhood,” I told them from my place beside Aldric’s throne. “Stole my life, my freedom, my chance to know who I was. And for what? Money? Fear? Because you believed lies about curses that never existed?” “We thought we were protecting you,” Mother whispered. “Protecting everyone.” “Silas told us you’d destroy the kingdom if your power awakened.

” “And you believed him because it was easier than believing in me.” I stood, descending the steps until I stood before them. “But I’m not going to let your fear define me anymore. You took my past, but you don’t get my future.” “What will you do to us?” Father asked, his voice hoarse. I looked at Aldric, who nodded.

This was my choice to make. “You’ll live,” I said finally. “You’ll be banished from Packlands, stripped of your names and status. You’ll spend the rest of your lives knowing that the daughter you tried to bury became a queen. And maybe, maybe someday, you’ll understand what you really destroyed.” They were led away.

I felt nothing as I watched them go, no satisfaction, no vindication. Just a sad sort of emptiness where my family should have been. But then Lyra’s hand slipped into mine. My real family. The sister who tried to save me in the only way she knew how. “You okay?” she asked quietly. “I will be,” I said, and meant it.

That night, after all the ceremonies and formal proceedings, Aldric finally unlocked the door between our chambers. I heard it click open and looked up from where I’d been sitting by the fire, trying to process everything that had happened. He stood in the doorway, nervous in a way I’d never seen him before.

“Is this okay? I don’t want to presume, but I thought maybe you’d want company.” Instead of answering, I crossed to him. Took his face in my hands. And kissed him. The mate bond exploded between us like lightning. 17 years of denial and fear finally giving way to acceptance and trust in something that felt dangerously close to love.

When we finally broke apart, both breathing hard, Aldric pressed his forehead to mine. “I’m going to spend the rest of my life proving I’m worthy of you.” “You already did that the night you heard my howl and came for me.” I smiled. “But I won’t stop you from trying.” We stood there for a long time, just holding each other.

Learning to exist in the same space without fear. Learning to trust that this was real, that it would last, that we deserved it. “The kingdom is still fractured,” Aldric said eventually. “It’ll take time to heal the divisions Silas created. To rebuild trust.” “So we’ll rebuild it,” I said simply. “Together.” “Some packs will resist.

Will say I’m too soft, that we’re too idealistic. Let them say it. They’ll come around when they see what we’re building. And if they don’t?” I pulled back to meet his eyes, letting him see the silver light that still swirled in my gaze. “Then they’ll learn that a moon-blessed queen can be just as fierce as any alpha king.

I didn’t survive 17 years in captivity just to be intimidated by politicians.” His laugh was warm and genuine. “No, I don’t suppose you did.” 3 months later, on the night of the full moon, we held a gathering of all the packs. Not a formal political summit, but a celebration. A chance for wolves from across the kingdom to see their rulers not as distant authority figures, but as people who’d fought and bled and survived.

I stood on the palace balcony, watching wolves dance and feast below. Lyra was down there somewhere, laughing with other young wolves her age. Coran was teaching some of the children to shift properly. Even Mara had abandoned her usual stern demeanor to join the festivities. “Thinking about prophecies?” Aldric asked, appearing at my side with two cups of wine.

“Always,” I admitted. “The goddess said I’d either unite or destroy. We’ve handled the destroying part. Now comes the harder work, the uniting.” “You’ve already started.” He gestured to the crowd below. “Look at them. Northern wolves dancing with Eastern wolves. Mercenaries who fought against us now serving in our guard.

The kingdom hasn’t been this united in generations. But it’s fragile. One bad harvest, one territorial dispute, and it could all fall apart.” “Then we’ll deal with it when it comes.” He handed me a cup. “Stop looking for the next disaster and enjoy this moment. You earned it.” I took a sip of wine, let myself relax against his side.

He was right. I’d spent so long in survival mode that I didn’t know how to simply live, simply be happy. But I was learning. The moon rose higher, full and bright. I felt its pull in my blood, felt the goddess’s presence like a warm hand on my shoulder. And for just a moment, I heard her voice again. “Well done, daughter.

But your work is not finished. Far to the north, old enemies have sensed your awakening. They are coming, drawn by your power like moths to flame. Some seek to destroy you. Some seek to use you. And some, some seek answers to questions older than the kingdom itself.” I stiffened, and Aldric noticed immediately.

“What is it? What do you sense?” “Trouble,” I said quietly. “Coming from the north. The goddess says old enemies have felt my power awakening.” “What kind of enemies?” “She didn’t say.” I turned to face him fully. “But she made it clear this was just the beginning. Silas was a symptom of larger problems. There are forces out there, Aldric.

Things older and darker than palace conspiracies.” “Then we’ll face them,” he said with absolute certainty. “Like we’ve faced everything else. Together.” “Together,” I agreed. Below us, the wolves howled to the moon. A chorus of voices raised in celebration and solidarity. And I joined them, adding my own howl to the symphony.

 Not a cry of rage or pain this time, but one of triumph and hope and absolute determination. I was Serafina, moon-blessed. Luna queen. Survivor and warrior and prophet. I’d been forged in darkness to be the light the kingdom needed. And whatever came next, whatever threats emerged from the shadows, would face them with my mate at my side and the goddess’s power in my veins.

The prophecy wasn’t complete. My journey was just beginning. But for the first time in my entire life, I wasn’t afraid of what tomorrow might bring. I was ready for it. Far to the north, in a fortress carved from ice and stone, ancient eyes opened in the darkness. They’d slept for centuries, waiting for the sign.

Waiting for the return of a moon-blessed wolf. Now she’d awakened. Now she’d revealed herself. And now the real game could begin. “Send word to the hunters,” a voice like grinding glaciers commanded. “Tell them we found her. Tell them the moon-blessed walks again. And tell them” A pause. A smile that held no warmth.

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