《A Warrior Luna's Awakening》 Ascension 1

Chapter 1

Freyas POV The coronation ceremony was in full swing,ughter drifting through the moonlit clearing like the ghosts of joy I no longer recognized. Banners embroidered with the Silverfang crest rippled in the night wind, threads gleaming with sacred runessymbols of a legacy I had once bled to uphold. The elders stood like statues around the perimeter, robes weighted with centuries of authority, eyes reflecting generations of judgment and expectation. And in the centerhe stood. My mate. Alpha Caelum. He had told me he was too busy todaytoo busy for pack rites, for oaths beneath the moon, too busyunching a product built on the blood-price of my fallen family. Yet here he was, bathed in stolen moonlight, standing beside her. Aurora. Daughter of the Bluemoon Pack. Beta-born. Newly anointed female pilot of the Airborne Wing. The councils perfect heir. Then she spoke. Her voice, soft as down-fur and twice as venomous, slid through the firelit circle like a velvet-wrapped de. Alpha Caelum, you said She tilted her head, eyes glinting with calcted cruelty. You said that when I became the female pilot, you would give me something no one else could ever have. A token of loyalty. Of love. Was that just pillow talk? The clearing froze for a single heartbeat. Then the wolves eruptednot in challenge, not in outrage, but in celebration. Howls rose into the sky like smoke from a pyre; paws pped, throats snarled their approval; even the elders nodded as if pride had taken root in their bones. They thought this was his im. His Luna revealed. Because Caelum had never spoken my name. Never marked me. Never dered me before the Circle of Stone. And now, when Aurora stood beside him, it was her they saw. Caelum did not deny her words. He smiled. Not the boyish grin he once gave me beneath the stars when we named imaginary pups in the constetions, but a smile colder, sharper, calctedthe smile of an Alpha iming his prize. His hand slipped into his coat, and when it reemerged, I saw it. The ne. The one from the Crescent ck Market, the one I had begged for not because of its worth but because it was thest tether to my mother. And now, he ced it around Auroras throat. Something inside me broke. I lunged forward through the circle of wolves, through hands mid-p and mouths mid-howl. Wait! Gasps rippled across the clearing. Faces turned toward meconfused, pitying, amused. Ryker, Caelums enforcer, sneered from the shadows. One ne and shes drooling like its moonstone and fate, he jeered. Told you Omegas are shallow. Especially the orphaned ones. I ignored him. My eyes were fixed on the ne glinting at Auroras throat. My hand rose Caelum caught my wrist, his grip hard as iron. Its hers now, he said, his voice cold, Alphamand threading every syble. But you promised, I whispered. He did not blink. It was a gift. For Aurora. To celebrate her promotion. Promotion. As if the ne hadnt belonged to the ghost of a war hero. As if it hadnt been bought with blood. I stared at him. What if I told you I wasnt asking? Behind him, Ryker barked out augh. Gold-digger. I told you she was never Alphas equal. Just a charity case with good eyes and no teeth. Aurora scoffed, unsping the ne. Please. I didnt even want it. Caelum never said it meant anything. She tossed it at my feet. The ruby struck the ground with a sound that echoed like a curse. I knelt, fingers curling around the gem, pressing it into my palm until its edges bit into my skin. This ne had once belonged to Healer Myra. Medic. Warrior. My mother. They dismissed her as another Omega, but they did not know she had negotiated peace in blood territory with nothing but her name and this gem. They did not know about my father eitherArthur Thorne, field strategist, the Ghost General of the Iron Fang, who lost his entire unit in enemy territory except for the peace their sacrifice purchased. And they did not know about me. Their only daughter. Once a frontlinemander in the Iron Fang Recon Unit, a ck ops force so secret that even the council had no jurisdiction. When I retired, I had not only been ordered to bury my identityI had been forbidden, by blood-vow, to release my true scent. My Alpha pheromones. For three years I suppressed every instinct, not with suppression drugs, which never worked on high-ranking wolves, but through raw will, discipline, pain. And even after the vow expired, I kept hiding it. Why? Because I wanted to believe love was possible without dominance. That someone could love me for who I was, not for my Alpha blood, not for my legacy, not for the wolf coiled beneath my skin. So when I met Caelumwhen I found him broken yet ambitious, a wolf with dreams too big for his pack-born chainsI let him see only what I chose: a humble Omega from a rear logistics unit. A woman with no past, no expectations, no name. And I chose him. I believed that would be enough. So I gave him everythingmy parents blood-earnedpensation, the resources they died to protect, the foundation of the Silverfang Pack, the capital to build hispany. I gave him three years of my lifethree years of faith, loyalty, waiting. And now, I stood betrayed, looking at the man I once called pack. Slowly, I rose. The ache in my chest hardened into something colder. Forget the ne, I said. Tomorrow, my parents return from the Eastern Border. I want you beside me. Stand as my mate. For the first time, hisposure wavered. A flickerguilt? Doubt? Alright, he said atst. I turned and walked away. Behind me, Ryker muttered, Courier service for dead Omegas now? Whats next, ghost parades? I didnt turn. I only held the ne tighter. Rest easy, I whispered. Tomorrow, youe home. And the wolf inside me stirred. Not with grief. But with rage. Ascension 2

Chapter 2

Freyas POV The next morning, at the exact hour wed agreed to meet, I stood alonewaiting. Caelum never showed. An ache began to bloom in my chest, slow and steady, like frost creeping across ss. I told myself to be patient, told myself he woulde. That surely, this time, he wouldnt let me down. I reached for the mind-link. A flicker of hope. Maybe he was on his way. But when he answered, his voice wasnt rushed or apologetic. It was t. Bored. Aurora fainted this morning, Caelum said. She said she woke up dizzy and couldnt breathe. Im staying with her at the infirmary for observation. In the background, her voice chimed inlight, airy, perfectly timed. Caelum, could you fluff my pillow again? The one behind my neck is making me lightheaded. He chuckled softly. Like she was made of ss. Of course, darling. Just a second. The line went dead. Just like that. No apology. No exnation. No remorse. A fainting spell. Over a funeral. He chose her. Again. I stared at the silent space where his voice had been, my throat tightening like a noose. Part of me wanted to scream. To rage. To weep. But I didnt. I rose. Straightened my spine. Walked out of the Silverfang estate without a single backward nce. The wind was cold when I stepped outside, but my blood burned hotter with every step. I drove alone to the outer garrison. The war barracks loomed in solemn silence, their stone towers piercing the morning fog. Guards nked the gates, d in ceremonial ck, bearing the insignia of the Lycan Nations fallen legion. I stepped out of the car, boots crunching against gravel, and lifted my chin. Three years had passed since I retired from the Iron Fang Recon Unit, but my posture had not forgotten. Neither had my soul. I walked to the front line of guards, and I stood still. Then, with slow purpose, I raised my hand in a crisp, unwavering salute. Even if I was alone Even if not a single soul stood beside me I would honor them. My voice rang through the morning air: Former Iron Fang Recon Unit Commander, Freya Thorne, reporting to receive the ashes of Healer Myra and Commander Arthur Thornefallen in service to the Lycan Nation. My words echoed across the barracks. And then The gates creaked open. Two rows of soldiers emerged, each movement perfectly synchronized. They lined the path, steel-eyed and reverent, raising their arms in solemn salute. At their center came a figure I hadnt seen in yearsGeneral Aldred, one of my fathers closestrades. He wore full dress armor. In his hands, he carried a carved onyx urn, draped with the crimson-and-gold battle standard of the Lycan Nation. My eyes burned. That red That banner It wasnt just cloth. It was belief. It was sacrifice. It was my parentsst breath, folded into the colors they bled for. Aldred stood before me. His voice was low. When we found them there was no separating what was hers and what was his. The explosion took everything. I swallowed the sob wing its way up my throat. He continued, voice thick with reverence. They fought side by side. They died together. The ashes werebined. I nodded, my fingers already trembling as I reached out. Good, I whispered. They loved each other more than life. In death, they should stay that way. Aldred straightened, then held the urn out to me. To the honored dead, he said. Their sacrifice shall never be forgotten. The soldiers behind him echoed in unison, their voices a wall of thunder: Honor to the fallen! Glory to the Thorne line! My hands closed around the urn. Heavy. Sacred. And yet for the first time in days, I felt steady. The grief didnt vanish. It settled. Like a de sheathed, not gonebut held with purpose. I looked at Aldred. He was watching me. Wheres your mate? he asked gently. Didnt hee with you? I stared down at the urn. Then I smileda small, tired curve of the lips. He was needed elsewhere. Aldred frowned. He was no fool. Hed watched me grow up. He saw through things. If you need anything, he said, voice firm, anything at allyoue back here. The Iron Fang Unit may be disbanded, but its loyalty doesnt die. My throat tightened again. Thank you, General. He gripped my shoulder. Strong. Steady. And remember, Commanderthis pack may not recognize your strength, but we do. You are always wee here. I nodded. Then I turned and walked back to my car. I ced the urn gently on the passenger seat, strapping it in as if it were still flesh and blood. Then I looked out at the open road. Were going home now, Mom. Dad, I whispered. My foot pressed to the pedal. And I drove. Alonebut no longer broken. Ascension 3

Chapter 3

Freyas POV When I returned to the Silverfang estate, I heard her voice before I even stepped into the den. Now that Aurora is backand shes a pilot, no lessyou should divorce Freya and mate her instead, Caelums mother, Eleanor, said with confidence that dripped like poison. Aurora and I are just friends, Caelum replied, his voice low. Friends? Please, another voice scoffed. That would be Giselle, his younger sister. Everyone knows you were in love with Aurora first. Shes the first female pilot of the Airborne Wing! Freya doesnt even have a title. She has nothing. Shes just no match for you. Their words slithered through the air like venom. Three years. I had stood by Caelum through every sleepless night, every brutal mission, every negotiation with rogue factions and foreign Alphas. I had patched his wounds, run pack operations in his absence, even when my own heart felt like it was bleeding out. And now? Now I was no match? Just then, Giselle caught sight of me standing in the entryway. Oh, look whos here. Were you eavesdropping, Omega? I stepped forward, spine straight. I wasnt hiding. I wasnt sneaking. I walked through the front door. Well, then good, she snapped. Because you should hear it. You should leave now. Dont stand in the way of Caelum and Aurora. Enough, Giselle, Caelum growled. But she didnt stop. She only got to mate you because Aurora was away training. She swooped in when your heart was broken, and now shes just clinging like a parasite. Giselle, thats enough, Caelum said again, sharper now. She pouted but fell silent. Eleanor stepped in to soothe her daughter, but her re was still fixed on me. Caelum walked over, and his gaze flicked down to the ck wooden box I held in my armssmooth, engraved, and draped in the crimson banner of the Lycan Legion. What is that? he asked. My parents ashes, I said tly. I brought them home. Guilt shed across his face. Im sorry. I shouldve been there, but Aurorashe copsed this morning. Hyperventtion or something. Before he could finish, Eleanor shrieked, Ashes? Did you bring ashes into this house?! I blinked. Yes. Theyre my parents. They served the Lycan Nation with honor. They were heroes. Eleanor stared at me as though Id tracked filth onto her pristine white rug. I dont care who they were. Ashes are cursed. You cannot bring that thing into this home! My grip on the urn tightened. This is my home, too, I said coldly. Caelum and I bought it together after the coronation ceremony. With Caelums money! Giselle snapped. Just put it somewhere else! Dont bring your cursed family into this house! Giselle! Caelum barked. But she wasnt finished. You want her bringing bones into Moms house after her eye surgery?! The doctor said she cant get upset! Are you trying to kill her?! Caelum hesitated. Then he said it. Just put them somewhere else for now, Freya. Please. The world tilted. He couldnt look at me when he said it. You think theyre cursed too? I whispered. He didnt answer. Three years of standing by your side. Three years of putting your pack before my dreams. When your mother needed surgery, who found the specialist? Who used every contact I had in the Capitol to make sure her eyesight was saved? Who carried your bleeding body back from that rogue ambush in ck Hollow? No one answered. Their silence said enough. And now I ask for one thing. A ce for my parents to rest. And its too much? Giselle sneered. You didnt do anything special. Caelums the one with influence. That doctor saw Mom because he respects him. Not you. I turned back to Caelum. I want to keep them here. Just for a few days. Just until we build the shrine they deserve. He didnt move. Dont be unreasonable, he said quietly. And if I insist? Before he could respond, Eleanor lunged forward. Not while Im alive! she shrieked, raising her hand. The p came hard and fast. Pain bloomed across my cheek as I stumbled back, still cradling the urn. Before I could regain my bnce, she shoved forward, striking the box with both hands. It slipped. No. Time slowed as the urn tumbled from my arms. My wolf surged beneath my skin the moment Eleanor bared her fangsmetaphorically, for now. My pupils narrowed into slits. Instinct roared through my blood like a battle drum. In one swift movement, I wrapped my arms around the obsidian ashwood urn, holding it close like a mother shielding her pup. This is my parents remains! My voice trembled with barely restrained fury, edged with a snarl. They died protecting the Lycanndsyou dare insult them? Eleanors voice cracked like a whip through the stone hall of the packhouse. This is my sons den! You bring death into it and expect whatgratitude? Get that cursed thing out before I break it myself! Let your mongrel parents see what kind of filthy Omega daughter they raised! My wolfs hackles rose, fur bristling beneath my skin. I fought the shift wing at me. Not now. Not here. You may be Caelums mother, but you are not Luna of this house! I snapped, voice sharp like shattered ss. And you will not spit on the honor of warriors who gave their lives to keep you safe behind these damn walls. Caelums scent reached me before his words didcedar and frost, as cold and unyielding as the look on his face. Freya just take it out. Please. His jaw was tight. My mothers condition is fragile. If anything happens because of thisif she shifts or falls sick againI wont forgive you. Something inside me cracked. Loud. Final. Ascension 4

Chapter 4

Freyas POV You wont forgive me? I repeated slowly. Three years of standing by your side, and you cant even give my parents a single moment of shelter? My voice dropped, fangs sheathing into my words. Do you even know what built yourpany, your pack alliances, your so-called future? He said nothing. Fine, I growled, stepping back. Ill go. No tears. No breakdown. Just the cold steel of my spine locking into ce. I was a soldier of the Iron Fang Legion. Daughter of two fallen Alphas. I had bled for this nation. I would not beg for crumbs of respect in a house that stank of hypocrisy. As I turned, I heard Giselle scoff. Shes just leaving? Like that? She should be thankful Caelum even mated her, Eleanor hissed. Shes an orphaned Omega, thinking shes fit for an Alphas home. Pathetic. Let them talk. My wolf and I were already done with this den of cowards. I carried the urn out beneath the rain, wind howling like ghosts in mourning. The Citadel Memorial Sanctuary rose in the distancewhite-stone towers etched with the emblems of the fallen. Here, the remains of Lycan warriors were held until they could return to ancestral soil. My steps echoed across the sacred courtyard, the weight of legacy pressing on my shoulders. I ced the urn atop the obsidian altar, fingers tremblingnot with weakness, but with reverence. Just a little longer, Mother Father I whispered, unfolding the crimson battle-g of the Lycan Nation and draping it across the urn. The sigil of Iron Fang glimmered faintly in the low light. Youll be home soon. I swear it by the blood of our blood. My ws flexed unconsciously. And Ill find Eric. Hes not dead. Id feel it if he was. Hes out theresomewhere beyond the Northern Ridge. He would never abandon us. My brother had been the strongest of us. A tracker. A Shadowstep. Five years ago, he vanished during a ssified border mission. No body. No trace. No howl on the wind to mourn. But I would find him. Once my parents wereid to rest beneath their ancestral tree, Id head north. Even if I had to tear through rogue ns and border patrols. Even if I had to bleed again. I turned from the altar. Rain swept across the cobblestones like a cleansing rite. As I descended the steps, I overheard two guards murmuring beneath a carved arch. Did you see the procession? Half the Councils here. They say the Alpha Lord of the Whitmores passed. The funerals today. Spirits keep us. Then who leads them now? A shiver crawled up my spine as the second voice dropped to a whisper. Who else? The Phantom of the West. Lord Ss himself. The name hit like a thunderp. Ss Whitmorethe warborn Alpha said to be half-shadow, half-wolf. Ruthless. Unmated. Untouched by politics yet feared by all. Some said he tore apart a rogue battalion with his bare hands. Others said hed been born under a blood moon and never cried as an infant. I paused at the sanctuary gates. A line of ck-armored vehicles choked the road, engines rumbling low like beasts held on a leash. Then one stopped. The door clicked. A man stepped out. The world tilted. Even with a ck umbre shielding half his face, the dominance he exuded struck like lightning. The kind that prickled the nape of your neck and made even Alphas lower their heads. He was tallalmost impossibly sodressed in tailored ck. His jaw carved in obsidian, lips pale and unreadable. His hands, gloveless despite the chill, were long, brutal, elegant. Predator hands. But it was his eyes that held me. Obsidian. Soulless. Not with evilbut with absence. A void where grief, rage, joy didnt exist. The eyes of a wolf whod seen too much death and never came back from it. I stopped breathing. Lord Ss, his attendant murmured. This way, please. So it was him. He passed close enough for me to scent the cold metal and cedar on his skin. My wolf stirred, not with heat, but with ancient recognition. Power. Danger. Hunger wrapped in elegance. I didnt dare look back. But long after he vanished into the temple, my palms were slick with cold sweat. I forced myself to move, to shift back into the rhythm of the living. A buzz snapped me out of my trance. My phone screen lit up with Caelums message: Mother and Giselle have left. Come backwe need to talk. I drove back through the storm in silence. The mansion loomed ahead, but it no longer felt like home. Caelum was waiting in the great hall. No armor. No growl. Just soft eyes and fake regret. Did you ce the urn safely? he asked. I nodded. Yes. He stepped forward and pulled me into his arms. Freya Im sorry. I know today was hard. Ill make it up to you. His scent used to soothe meused to mean something. Now it was just a lie dressed in pine. I didnt flinch. I didnt rage. I simply stepped back and looked him in the eye. You denied warriors their honor, I said, my voice low and sharp. You spat on the blood that built your life. You think you can fix that with words? He blinked, startled. And then I said it. Clear. Final. Alpha-strong. Caelum ckthorne, I reject this mating bond. I want a divorce. Ascension 5

Chapter 5

Freyas POV Divorce? Just because my mother refused to let your parents ashes enter the estate? Caelums brow furrowed, disbelief curling on his lips. His voice made me sound irrational. Like my griefmy bloodlinewas a petty inconvenience. That was the moment it clicked. I was done clinging to illusions. Its not just that, I said coldly, ws flexing beneath my skin. Lets not pretend. Youve been circling Aurora for years. Now you can finally crown her your Luna. He growled low in his throat. Were friends. Dont twist it. His irritation scraped through the mind-link like ws on raw bone. Iughedbitter and sharp, like frostbite. Everyone saw what they were. Everyone but him. Or maybe he did see, and simply enjoyed lyingto me, and to himself. Im done, Caelum. Ive carried this bond alone for long enough. This isnt a matingits a sentence. His expression faltered. Barely. But enough for my wolf to sense itthat flicker of Alpha panic, the realization that his Omega might finally break the leash. If thats what you really think he said slowly, then lets have a pup. If that makes you feel secure. I froze. What did you just say? Wed been bonded for three years. He had never touched me. Not once. In the beginning, he said we needed timehe had Alpha duties, I had to grow into my Omega station. He said, Lets build somethingsting. Wait for me. So I waited. Like a fool. The silence between us became routine. Even in bed, his back was always turned. His skin, always cold. Nownowhe wanted a pup? He stepped closer, brushing his lips against my cheek. Revulsion crawled up my spine. I used to want that too. A child. A future. A family built between equals. But he was never faithfulnot to me. Only to the ghost of his first love. Now that I was breaking free, he suddenly remembered his honor? His duty? I shoved him back. Hard. Then wiped my cheek with the back of my hand like his touch had soiled me. Youre disgusting, Caelum. His jaw tensed. I told you when we bondedId never abandon you. So Ill pretend I didnt hear that. If youre not ready for a pup, well wait. Theres no more waiting. My voice was ice. There will never be a pup between us. Not now. Not ever. Before he could respond, hism-stone pulsed. He answered it. I heard her voicesoft, smug, sickening. Aurora. Alright, darling. Ill be there soon. He ended the call and looked at me, utterly unfazed. I have urgent business. Cool your temper while Im gone. Then he turned, cloak sweeping behind him, and left. Just like that. I watched his car disappear down the estate road, tail lights vanishing into the mist. Running to her. Again. He had already abandoned me. The moment he answered her call over fighting for his own mate. I gave him everythingmy trust, my loyalty, my familys legacy. All because once, he promised, Ill never fail you. But he had. Again. And again. And again. This bond was broken. For the first time in three years, my wolf stilled. No confusion. No ache. Just silence. I turned toward the window, letting that quiet take root in my chest. Then The door mmed open. The scent hit me firstrose oil, iron, and polished arrogance. Lady Eleanor. She strode in without knocking, velvet cloak brushing the floor, high heels cracking across the marble like gavel strikes. In one gloved hand: a crimson envelope, wax-stamped with the Lycan Councils crest. Freya, she said sharply. Lets not drag this out. She tossed the envelope onto the table like it was nothing more than a dinner bill. I picked it up slowly, eyes narrowing. Inside: a bond dissolution contract. And Caelums signature, written in red Alpha ink. You forged this? I asked tly. She gave a tight, polished smile. Does it matter? Youre getting what you want. No. I was getting what they wanted. My hands tensed around the envelope. The contract wasntplete. Thereat the bottom. Lunar Severance Phase. A mandatory thirty-day cooling period required by ancient Lycanw before the final bond break. A tradition meant to protect the mind-link from sudden ruptureespecially when one party wasnt willing. It meant I couldnt leave publicly. Couldnt speak the truth. Couldnt reject the title of Caelums mate for one full moon cycle. A leash. Drenched inw and wrapped in velvet. Youre invoking the Severance Phase? I asked quietly. Eleanor smirked. Naturally. Youll remain silent,pliant, and invisible. Thirty days, and you can vanish. Quietly. And if I dont? She raised one brow. Then Ill see to it your name is buried right alongside your parents ashes. Outside the estate. A beat passed. Im offering you one hundred million credits, she added smoothly. Take it and disappear when the moon turns. No scandal. No public spectacle. I stared at her. Then said, calmly: Done. She blinked. Youd really walk away from Caelum just like that? One hundred million and I vanish. I wont even wait for the moon to reach its zenith. She stepped forward, cing the stylus before me. Sign. I did. The bond inside me shivered. Not broken yetbut bleeding. Youve got thirty days, she warned. The full Severance Cycle. Until then, stay silent. No contact. No suspicion. I turned to leave. But she wasnt done. On second thought one hundred million is too much. Youre just an orphaned Omega. Twenty million is more than generous. I stopped. Then turned back, slow and wolf-sure, eyes glowing amber. I smileda lethal, Alpha-killing kind of smile. If we go by Lycan maritalw, Im entitled to half of Caelums estate. Thats fifteen billion credits. Do you want me to file publicly? Ascension 6

Chapter 6

Freyas POV She went pale. One hundred million it is, she snapped. You better not back out. The moment Lady Eleanor left, mming the door behind her, I stood alone in the cold silence of Caelums estate. My wolf stirred beneath my skinnot in grief this time, but in stillness. In rity. I hadnt just signed a contract. I had signed the death warrant for every illusion I once clung to. There would be no turning back. No more patience. No more quiet dignity. Only truth. Only freedom. And vengeance served cold under a hignd moon. Later that day, I met my best friend, Lana, at the Moonshadow Market. She squeezed my arm. Took you long enough. The whole packs been watching Caelum and Aurora unt their little soap opera in public. You were too good for him. It doesnt matter anymore. Im free soon. What about the ashes? Once the dissolution is official, Im taking them home. To the hignds. Where they were born. By dinner, wed ended up at a quiet dining hall in Upper Crescent. Just as we sat down, I heardughter from the next boothfollowed by a voice that curled bile up my throat. Caelum, whens the Luna ceremony with Aurora? Dont forget to invite us. Another chuckled. Freya? She was nothing. Probably some back-alley educated Omega. If Caelum hadnt tossed her scraps, shed be howling in the gutters. Auroras a real catch. Royal training. First female flightmander. Her names already in the Council records. The divider between us muffled their voices, but not enough. Lana growled beside me, ws twitching. Ill tear their throats out. No, I said quietly. Theyre talking about me. Ill handle it. I rose, walked around the dividerand smiled. Why wait for the Luna ceremony? Allow me to offer a toast now. Every male at the table froze. Caelum looked up, guilt flickering behind his eyes. Toote. The wolf in me was done waiting. I was reiming my namestarting now. I narrowed my eyes at Caelum. Dont tell me to calm down. They ndered me to my faceand you stood there and let them. Caelums brows drew together. Freya, dont make a scene. They were just joking around. No harm meant. No harm meant? I stared at him, a coldugh slipping from my lips. So what, I should kneel, p myself, and apologize for ever marrying you? Would that finally count as harm to you? He stiffened at the mockery, and I didnt miss the flicker of unease in his so-called friends. Even Aurora looked like shed swallowed a lemon. Caelum reached for my wrist. Lets talk in private. Not here. No. Well talk here, in front of everyone youre so desperate to impress. I jerked free from his grip. You and Aurora deserve each other. Ones a lying cheater, the others proud to be the mistress. I hope the Moon Goddess grants you two a blessed mating bondpreferably one that burns. His face darkened like a storm front. Aurora nched. Then Ryker spoke up, tone thick with disdain. Freya, who the hell do you think you are to talk to Aurora like that? What do you have that she doesnt? Youre a no-name orphan who probably barely wed her way into a backwater training academy. Caelum doesnt love Aurora, but he sure as hell doesnt love a mutt like you. Watch your mouth! Lana, bless her, shot up like a wildfire, ready to fight. Freya graduated top of her ss from the Halston Combat Academy. A wave of snickers followed. Please. Thats the best lie yet. Like anyone from Halston would end up ying Luna to a pack who doesnt even respect her. Halston. The name alone should have silenced them. It wasnt just any academyit was the most prestigiousbat institution in the werewolf realm. The ce where only the fiercest, fastest, and most disciplined wolves were forged. Most came out warriors. A few came out legends. Lana, dont. Theyre not worth it, I said, stopping her. Then I turned my gaze on Aurora, the corners of my lips lifting. You dont need to lie, Aurora. My credentials dont require your approval. Auroras eyes narrowed. She was flusteredand that told me I was winning. She expected me to crumble under the pressure, to falter. I didnt. Then her eyes flicked to the restaurant entrance. Someone had just walked in. Professor Hawthorne! Aurora called, beaming like a pup. What a coincidence! The older man paused, then nodded politely. Aurora. Its been a while. Auroras smile widened. Youre still teaching at Halston, right? We have someone here who ims to be one of your graduates. Perhaps you can help us clear up the truth. All eyes turned toward me, most gleaming with the anticipation of a lie exposed. I stepped forward, calm and poised. Professor Hawthorne. Its good to see you again. He blinked, then grinned, stepping forward to p a hand on my shoulder. Well, this is a surprise. Its been years, Freya. I heard about Arthur and Myra. Im so sorry. Thank you, I said softly. The table went silent. Auroras mouth dropped open. Y-you know her? Of course. She was my student. Top of her year. When she joined, she broke the academys entrance records. Even the Elders took notice. Murmurs spread through the room like wildfire. Aurora sat frozen, all her earlier smugness draining from her face. Her fingers trembled around her wine ss. Ascension 7

Chapter 7

Freyas POV Caelum looked stunned. I could see the questions building behind his eyes. He turned to me, voice tight. Why didnt you ever tell me? About Halston? About your des? You never asked, I said simply. Before he could respond, a new presence shifted the air. She was your student? A low, cold voice cut through the tension. All eyes turned toward the tall man standing beside Hawthorne. Yes, the professor said with a smile. Freya, this is Alpha Ss Whitmore. The name fell like thunder. Heir to the Whitmore Estate. The current Alpha-in-waiting of the Irond Coalition. A man whispered tomand not just wolvesbut armies. Ss offered his hand. An honor, Miss Thorne. I hesitated for a beat before taking it. His grip was firm. Controlled. Dangerous. And familiar. He was the one Id seen few days ago. The man who stood in the rain, watching in silence. Now, without the veil of weather, his face was strikingsharp features, midnight eyes, a predators stillness cloaked in civility. Likewise, I murmured. Then, just as quickly, he turned away with Professor Hawthorne. The moment passed. Caelum stepped closer, his expression unreadable. You really graduated from Halston? You were top of your ss? Why keep that from me? I faced him without flinching. Does it matter now? Before he could answer, a sharp roar cracked through the air. Not gunfire. A feral snarl, followed by the unmistakable crash of w meeting wood. The restaurant plunged into chaos. Wolves shiftedtables overturned, cutlery ttered to the ground as diners ducked or prepared to defend. From the far side of the room, a rogue had burst through the terrace window, his coat matted with blood and madness in his eyes. Thenimpact. A shove against my chest. I stumbled backward, catching myself against a chair. I looked upjust in time to see Caelum shielding Aurora behind a divider. He had pushed meaway from him, away from safety. I couldve been shed. And still, he chose her. Again. He looked at me. Our eyes met. He had the gall to look guilty. Dont bother, I thought. I steadied myself, raised my chin, and mouthed the words slowly, so he wouldnt miss them: Caelum Vale, I dont want you anymore. In that instant, I saw Caelum flinch, his chest tightening like something had struck him deep inside. Whats wrong? Aurora asked, sensing the tremor in his body as he shielded her protectively in his arms. Nothing he said hoarsely, licking his dry lips. Its nothing. But I saw the look in his eyeshaunted, confused. As if something inside him had just shattered. Maybe it was seeing me rush into danger. Maybe he thought I had given up on him. The chaos that had erupted just moments beforethe Rogues snarls, the shattered windows, the screamshad finally begun to quiet. Blood and wreckage stained the once-elegant dining hall. The elite security force of the Whitmore family surged in like a silver tide, swiftly surrounding a blood-smeared Rogue in human form. He was older, his body heaving, amber eyes burning with hatred. But it wasnt over. The Rogues ws were extended, fangs baredaimed straight at Alpha Ss Whitmor of the Irond Coalition. I lost everything because of your family! the man snarled, voice filled with venom. My brothers dead. My pack gone. You will pay with your life! Ss didnt even flinch. Even with ws inches from his heart, his chiseled face was unreadable. Cold. Dangerous. He took a step forwarddeliberate and calm. There are many who want me dead, he said, voice low, almost bored. You think youre capable of being the one who actually does it? Stay back! the Rogue shrieked, panic beginning to override his rage. I swearIll kill you! But Ss didnt stop. He moved faster. So fast that by the time the Rogue lunged, Ss had already twisted his arm, shattering the joint. A sickening crunch echoed, and the ws swiped harmlessly past. Youyou the man gasped, horror dawning in his eyes as Ss wrenched the weapon from his hand and forced him down, the Rogues own fang-shaped de now pressed against his throat. Ss pressed the Rogue down, the fang-shaped de biting into his throat. His voice was cold steel. Ever consider the consequences before you attacked me? The Rogues amber eyes widened with terror. You cant! Youre an Alpha. If you kill me here, the Council Lets see if I care, Ss murmured, the de angling deeper. His shadow stretched over the Rogues broken body, every line of him coiled for the strike. The predator in him demanded blood. The room held its breath, every wolf frozen, waiting for the kill. That was when I moved. Silent, sure. My hand slid beneath my cloak, fingers wrapping around thepact training crossbow I carried out of habit. One soft click, and the steel tip kissed fleshthis time not the Rogues, but Ss Whitmors ribs. I stepped into the storm of his aura, close enough to breathe the scent of iron and rain clinging to him. My voice cut low, for him alone. You cant, I whispered. Not here. Not now. The old Irond Alphas bones arent even cold. Your Coalition is watching. If you spill blood before witnesses, the Council wont call it justicetheyll call it tyranny. And youll hand your rivals the de to gut your im. The fang-de froze against the Rogues throat. A muscle twitched along Sss jaw. I pressed the crossbow harder into him, steady as stone. Your enemies are already counting the ways to break you. Dead wolves are nothing but wasted blood. Live ones? Leverage. For a heartbeat, the world narrowed to the two of ushis midnight eyes locking onto mine, dark and fathomless, measuring whether I was bold or foolish enough to pull the trigger. The tension crackled like a drawn bowstring. Thenslowly, deliberatelyhe eased the de back. With a brutal yank, he hauled the Rogue upright and shoved him into the arms of the Whitmor guards. Chain him, Ss ordered, voice cutting like frost. Deliver him to the Council tribunal. Relief broke through the hall in a wave. Wolves exhaled. The storm passed. But Alpha Ss didnt look relieved. He looked at me. Long. Unblinking. The faintest curl of a smile ghosted across his mouthdark, dangerous, unreadable. You y the game well, Freya Thorne, he said softly. Well enough to aim a bolt at my heart and walk away breathing. The words should have felt like praise. Instead, they sank like ws beneath my skin. A shiver rippled through menot fear exactly. Something colder. He wasnt finished with me. Ascension 8 Freyas POV Because of the attack, everyone involved was taken back to the Coalitions central precinct to give statements. After I finished mine, I walked out of the questioning room and saw Caelum in the main hall. He was surrounded by his usual circleCRyker, Giselle, and of course, Aurora. As soon as he saw me, he stepped forward, face tense. What were you thinking?! he snapped. You pointed a weaponCreplica or notCat Ss Whitmor! Do you have any idea who he is? The Silverfang Pack has an alliance with the Irond Coalition. You provoke him, you provoke us all! Alliance? I scoffed. If I truly meant anything to you, Caelum, then when the Rogues attacked, you wouldnt have shoved me aside just to protect Aurora. His expression faltered. A flicker of guilt crossed his face. Ryker rolled his eyes. Auroras the daughter of Bluemoons Beta. Shes part of the Airborne Wing now. Of course she needed protection! You think youre more important than her? Iughed coldly. Thats funny. I thought Aurora was a top pilotCdoesnt lose to male wolves, right? But now shes a fragile flower that needs rescuing? Ryker flushed red, unable to respond. Aurora stepped forward, her face serene. Freya, Caelum was just doing the right thing. Youre really overreacting. This is exactly why people say women are too emotional. Emotional?! Lanas voice cracked through the air as she came storming out of the briefing room. He shoved his mate into danger to save his favorite ymate, and shes the emotional one? Aurora, youve got nerveCIll give you that. Gasps rippled through the hall. Heads turned. Caelums face turned to stone. Aurorasposure finally cracked. Dont call ine a- What, a homewrecker? Lana snapped. If it walks like one and talks like one She stepped closer. Caelum pushes FreyaChis LunaCinto the line of fire to protect you. You let him. And now you stand here, smug as ever, ming her? People started whispering. The whole precinct was watching now. And me? I stood tall, unshaken. Because this time, I didnt need to say a word. Lana had already said it all. Auroras expression stiffened. She wanted to snap back, I could feel itCbut for once, she couldnt find the words. Not when the entire precinct was watching. Caelum, ever prideful, turned his frustration on me. Freya, was this your n? Get your friend to make a spectacle and humiliate me in front of everyone? Lana let out a scornful snort. Oh, please. I speak for myself. Dont me Freya just because you cant defend your precious little side piece. But Caelum didnt look at Lana. His eyes were locked on mine, his voice sharp with usation. What do you want, huh? Is this your revenge? You want to see me cornered? Embarrassed? Fine. Whats the price for your silence? You wantpensation? I looked at himCtruly looked at him. This was the male I once thought I could change. The Alpha I gave up everything for. The one I defended before my own pack, my own blood. How could I have been so blind? I dont want yourpensation, I said quietly, the storm in my chest turning cold. I want to resign. That got his attention. His brows furrowed, confusion flickering in his golden eyes. What? Even Ryker looked up, startled. Youre serious? Ill hand in my resignation tomorrow. Ill hand over every project. From now on, Silverfangs business, its operations, its future none of it has anything to do with me. Because if I was leaving this mate bond, I was leaving it clean. No ties. No dependency. No looking back. Youre threatening me? Caelum growled. Over what? Because I didnt shield you during an attack? Youre quitting for that? No, I replied coolly. Im giving you what you want. You want Aurora beside you? Fine. Have her. Im not clinging to a position just to stay by your side. This is a choice, not a threat. Im cutting thest chain between us, Caelum. From now on, you and AuroraCwhatever you two doCits none of my concern. Around us, the whispers were growing again. Too many ears. Too many eyes. But I didnt care anymore. Caelum rubbed his temples, annoyed. Fine. Do whatever you want. Take a break. Clear your head. I dont have time for your drama. Without another word, I turned and left the precinct, Lana close behind. As the door closed behind me, I felt the weight of three years fall away like a broken shackle. As I walked out, my wolfClike keen hearing still allowed me to hear their whispers. Ryker let out a low whistle. No way shes actually quitting? She really thinks she can get a better position out there? Caelums lips curled into a humorless smirk. Let her. Shelle crawling back soon enough. Shes always been dramatic, Aurora chimed in with a flick of her silvery braid. The kind to throw away everything just to make a point. Honestly, its pathetic. All that training at Halston Combat Academy wasted. Shes smart, sure, but out there? Ryker snorted. Without your protection, Alpha, shell be lucky if someone hires her to serve drinks. Aurora smiled faintly, satisfied. Exactly. What is she, really, without a male to cling to? She lived off your name in the pack for years. She was never made for the battlefield or the boardroom. She didnt say it outright, but I knew what she was thinking. That without Caelum, I was nothing. And maybe thats what they all thought. But thats where they were wrong. It is time to show them who I am. Send Gifts 20 Ascension 9 Freyas POV The next morning, I returned to Silverfang headquartersCfor thest time. As soon as I stepped onto the project floor, I felt it. Tension thick as fog. Like the entire building sensed the shift in me, in the air, in the pack order. Freya, youre resigning? one of the analysts blurted out, stunned. Youre leaving the project? But without you, itll crash! They didnt know who I truly was. To them, I was just the relentless lead who stayed long after others left, the one who made sure the UAV prototypes didnt fall out of the sky. They never knew I was Caelums LunaCnot officially. Not publicly. Not ever fully epted. And now? Now, Now, I didnt want to be. I gave a faint nod. Alpha Caelum will assign a new lead. No goodbyes. No exnations. I left them with their gasps and concern, and headed straight to Caelums office, the resignation letter clenched in my hand like a weapon. I pushed open the door. Caelum was seated behind his desk. Across from him lounged Giselle, his sister, her legs crossed, smugness practically dripping from her fangs. She saw me and smirked, as if she already knew why I was there. Caelums eyes flicked to the paper. Youre really doing this? I thought I was clear yesterday, I replied, my tone cold and even. He leaned back in his chair. If this is your attempt at leverage, Freya, youre only proving how little you understand me. I almostughed. No. Its not leverage, Caelum. Im done trying to understand a mate who, when danger strikes, chooses to shield another woman while pushing/his Luna aside. He stiffened, jaw tightening. Fine, he bit out. Then dont expect sympathyter. He signed the resignation with a flourish and tossed the paper onto the table. Giselle will take over. Finish the handoff and get out. Giselle beamed. Dont worry, brother. Ill do better than she ever did. I said nothing. But I could feel the wolf in me stir. It didnt snarl. It didnt bark. It watched, patient and sharp. Like it was waiting for thest thread of loyalty to finally snap. During the handoff, she struttedCaround like she owned the ce. This is it? she said, flipping through one of the schematics Id refined for months. Wow. No wonder you had time to paint your nails. She tossed the binder onto the table like trash. Whatever. Ive seen enough. You can go now. And donte back. My brotherspany isnt some dumping ground for discarded females. I tilted my head, studying her like prey. Dont worry. I said softly. I have no interest ining back. I stepped closer, letting my presence darken, sharpening the edges of my voice like ws. But you? You might find this dumping ground suits you perfectly. Her expression twisted. She raised a hand, as if daring to p me. I caught her wrist midCair. Her gasp was delicious. I tolerated you, I said, my voice low, controlled. Because you were his sister. But I owe neither of you anything now. My grip tightened just enough for her bones to remember the strength behind my calm. Let go! she shrieked. I did. She stumbled backward, clutching her arm, eyes wide. And then she saw it. The wolf in my gaze. The part of me that didnt need titles or a mate to be dangerous. She didnt speak again. I turned and walked out of Silverfang HQ. For the first time in three years free. I spent the next few days in quiet. I didnt rush to job listings or hunt down recruiters. I let myself breathe. Let my senses sharpen again. I ran through the forest at night, letting the wind tear through my hair, letting the wolf within me stretch in ways I hadnt allowed in years. No more suppressing her for the sake of appearances. No more tucking myself into Caelums shadow just to be ptable. I let myself remember who Id been before him. Before I became the wife. A fighter. A strategist. A soldier. It was on the third evening, while I sat in Lanas highCrise apartment overlooking the city skyline, that I finally told her. She froze, wine ss midCair. WaitCback up. You resigned? From Silverfang Tech? I nodded. She stared at me like Id just shifted midCsentence. Holy hell, Freya. Why didnt you call me the second you walked out? I shrugged. I needed a few days to remember how to howl. She blinked, then burst outughing. Gods, thats the most you thing youve said in years. Then her eyes turned sharp. Honestly, thoughCyou shouldve quit a long time ago. You built that damnpany with your bare hands and blood. Caelum just gave it the face. You were the bones. I let her rant. She needed it. So did I. Then she grew serious. So whats next? Where does the sheCwolf. now? go I hesitated. Im considering going back to the Iron Fang Recon Unit. Or, she said brightly, you could finallye to mypany like Ive begged you to since the day you left Halston. She leaned in, eager. Freya, your UAV research was years ahead of the curve. You were a pioneer in tactical aerial tech before Caelum ever had a clue what a drone even was. If youe to me, Ill give you your own department. Your ownb. You wont just be building somethingCyoull lead it. I was quiet. But something inside me pulsed at the idea. Not just survivingCbut leading. Commanding. Unleashing my mind the same way I once unleashed my ws. Ill think about it, I said. She grinned. Which means yes. For the first time in years, I let myself smile without weight behind it. Then, as if the moon sensed I was too close to peace, my phone buzzed. Giselle. I answered. Her shrill voice crackled through the line. Freya, youre not dead yet, are you? You forgot todays appointmentCMoms checkCup at the pack clinic. Or are you so full of yourself now that you think youre above basic Luna duties? Send Gifts Ascension 10 Freyas POV I dont have time for this. Your mothers appointment is today. You and your brother can go with her, I said coldly, cutting the call before Giselle could get a word in. Then I blocked her numberCno packmate should waste my scent or my patience. Three years. Three long years I ran endless errands for Caelums motherChospital visits, paperwork, midnight pharmacy runs. All without thanks or even a nce. They treated my loyalty like airCessential, invisible, and taken for granted. Today was supposed to be another routine eye check for Eleanor. Lana watched me, her gaze heavy with concern. Who was that? Caelums sister. A spoiled sheCwolf whos forgotten what respect means, I growled low, the bitter scent of old pack politics. rising in my throat. Half an hourter, Caelums call shattered the fragile silence. Freya. Youd better get to the hospital now. If anything happens to my mother, I wont forgive you. I narrowed my eyes. We werent legally severed yet, but the packs poison was already dripping between us. Still, I would go- no need to rip the wounds wider before the moon had fully turned. At the hospital, Giselle confronted me like a cornered wolf, baring teeth. You blocked me. I couldnt reach you all morning! she spat. Yes, I did. Her snarling face twisted with rage. How dare you?! Shed just been thrown out of the doctors officeCno registration, no slotCexposed like prey under the harsh pack gaze. Shed hammered my line like ws scraping bark, all unanswered. Humiliation clung to her scent like a death knot. I met her fury with cold steel. Do you think youre some highborn Alpha? That I owe you my time and blood? Giselle faltered, the fight draining from her eyes. Caelum stepped between us, voice low but firm, thick with Alphamand. This is between us, but you dont use my mothers illness as a weapon. I scoffed, lips curling into a warning snarl. Weapon? I was the one standing guard at her side all these years. Now I step back, and suddenly Im the enemy? His jaw clenched tight. You know your ce. She raised you and your sister. If anyone should be there, its you two. Me? I owe her nothing.. I stepped forward, voice cold as winter wind. Youre wrong. I owe my loyalty to those who gave me life and honorCnot to a pack that never truly imed me. Apanying your mother was a grace, not a chain. Caelums eyes flickeredCanger, doubt, something unspoken. Then how did she get an appointment if you didnt arrange it? he challenged. I let the truth hang in the air like a scent marking territory. Old Dr. Smith only sees a handful of patients a week. His slots are fought over like prime hunting ground. You dont just take one. He didnt reply. I knew his mind was tangledCthinking I jumped the line. But Dr. Smith reserved that ce out of respect for my parentsCmartyrs whose blood waters thisnd. No exnation was needed. The cataract surgery is done. If you cant see Dr. Smith, other healers in the ward will suffice, I said tly. Thats when Eleanor lunged, fingers like ws. 1 You want me to settle for a lesser healer? To go blind?! she snarled, venom thick I dodged, eyes sharp. The pack knew I wasnt prey. in her voice. The chaos drew Dr. Smith from his room. His gaze softened when itnded on me. Whats all this? Freya? Before I could answer, Eleanors voice cut through like poisoned fangs. Freya is poison. She wants me to see a regr healer. But I trust only Dr. Smith. Soon shell be out of Caelums life, and hell marry someone worthy. Caelums hand gripped his mothers shoulder. Shes just a friend, Mom. Friend? Ha! Youre still tethered to Auroras scent. Freyas just an orphan, no bloodline, no strength to match the first female pilot of Bluemoon. Dr. Smiths face darkened, stormy like thunder before the fall. You will find no healing here if you disrespect the daughter of martyrs, he said firmly. I treated your mother out of honor for Freyas family. If you scorn her, leave. The SilverSmith pack froze, shocked. Her parents died for this pack! Dr. Smiths voice thundered. How dare you speak so? Eleanor shrank back, silent, but her eyes burned with spite. I caught the scent of disbelief lingering on themCthinking my parents were just ordinary soldiers, nothing more. A couple of nameless wolves lost to war. Their words,ced with contempt, spoke volumes. They didnt understand. My parents were legends, guardians of the packs future. Not just meat for the battlefield. And EleanorCher bones brittle with age, her healing slowed by years and pack scars that no wolf can fully mendCstill clung to the illusion of superiority. She forgot that strength fades, but legacy burns eternal. Caelum stepped forward, voice soft but unwavering. Mother wants only you. Giselle scoffed. My brothers pockets are deep. Name your price! Dr. Smiths gaze hardened. When you secure an appointment, I will see her. He turned and led me inside. Divorce? he asked softly. I nodded. Good, he said. That man is not your mate. You deserve a wolf who honors you, born of your bloodline and strength. Your parents legacy is your armor. Tears threatened, but I/held them back. Have youid your parents to rest yet? he asked gently. Not yet. After the Moon Break, I will bring their ashes home. Tell me when you leave. I will honor them with you. I nodded. The Moon BreakCthe sacred time of severance, when bonds unravel and bloodlines are cleansed, Thirty nights of silence, the severing of old scents. When it ends, I will carry their ashes to thend they bled to protect. And I will bury not just my parents, but the chains of the past. Send Gifts Ascension 11 Freyas POV When I returned to the den that night, the first thing I smelled was his scent. Caelum was home. It surprised me. Ever since Aurora returned to the capital, Caelum rarely stepped paw into the vi. The ce still carried my scentCbut fainter now, like a fading im on territory no one respected anymore. I spoke with my mother, he said as I closed the door behind me. She still wants Dr.Smith to be her primary healer. Talk to him. Make sure he continues her treatment. I turned slowly to face him, a humorless snarl curling at the edge of my lips. He truly thought someone like Elder SmithCone of the Lycan War Medics, whose hands had once stitched generals back from deathCcould be ordered around like a pack pup? Elder Smith only agreed to treat Eleanor out of respect for myte parentsCwolves who bled for the realm. It wasnt something that money, or name, or rank could buy. You can book an appointment like everyone else, I said coldly. If youre lucky, maybe someone will cancel. Or I gave him a slow nce, hire someone to fight for a slot. Isnt that what rich Alphas do? Caelums brows twitched, a flicker of irritation rising in his eyes, but before he could speak, his phone rang. His expression darkened as he answered. And when he ended the call, he turned to me like a wolf with aSmith in his paw. That day at the restaurant, he said through gritted teeth, someone leaked it to the media. The photos went viral. The headlines are using Aurora of being a homewrecker. Theyre saying Im marriedCand shes the third. I said nothing. I knew what wasing next. You need to clear this up, he snapped. Make a public statement. Say it was a misunderstanding. Say youre friends with Aurora and asked me to protect her that night. I blinked. For a moment, I truly thought Id misheard him. Youre asking me to lie? I said, my voice sharp as fang. For her career. She just got promoted to Wing. If this scandal spreads her reputation will Will what? I interrupted,ughing bitterly. Be tarnished by the truth? He flinched at the edge in my voice. You forget, I continued, stepping closer until I was within the edge of his Alpha aura, that night when the Rogues echoed, you pushed me asideCand shielded her. Do you know what that felt like? His silence spoke volumes. I thought maybe after three years of mating, even if you didnt love me, there would be loyalty. But I was wrong. When danger came, you chose her. She was in danger. It was instinct. And Iwasnt? My ws itched. He didnt respond. She threw you away when you had nothing. I snarled. I was the one who stayed. Who bled. Who built everything beside you. And now, you ask me to be the one to save her honor? She didnt deserve this, he snapped. Shes worked hard to get where she is. You saying a few wordsCwhats the harm? I stared at him. The harm? This isnt about a few words. This is about truth. And I wont rewrite history to protect your moonlit darling. Freya- You care so much, I cut in, voice cold as a blizzard. If she was that important, why didnt you ask for the mateCbond to be severed the moment she returned? He paused. Like Id wed through his chest and scraped the truth raw. I made a vow when we married, he muttered. I said I would never forsake you. I almostughed. No, Caelum, I said. You just didnt want to be the Alpha who wed his way to power and tossed aside the mate who helped him build it. You wanted bothCyour white moonlight and your golden reputation. His face hardened, but I didnt stop. If youd really meant to honor that vow, you wouldnt have let your wolves mock me. You wouldnt have missed the day I retrieved my parents ashes just because Aurora. My voice shook with barely leashed fury. They were my parents. Warriors. Heroes. And I couldnt even bring them home properly because my own mate couldnt be bothered to show up. Caelum paled, his scent rippling with guilt. He opened his mouth. Closed it. Then finally muttered, I know. I failed you. Let me make it up. This weekendIlle with you. Well visit their resting site. Ill apologize. I shouldve gone with you when you brought them back. I knew what this wasChisstCditch effort to cate me. There were only twenty nights left until the Moon Severingpleted. After that, the bond would be dissolved. Our scents would no longer recognize each other as mates. Truthfully, I didnt need him toe. But he did owe my parents an apology. Fine, I said. But the weekend came and so did the disappointment. Sorry, he said over the phone, voice dripping with guilt. LastCminute emergency meeting at the firm. I cant make it today. Next time, I promise. I ended the call quietly No fight. No howl. Not even a sigh. Because by now, I no longer had disappointment left to give. Caelum had worn it all out of meClike a scent faded by wind and rain. I stared at my phone for a moment, then opened my gallery. There were barely any photos of us together. Maybe three or four, and even those were group pictures taken atpany events. No wedding shots. We couldnt afford a real ceremony then. But in his phone? Id once seen it, An entire album filled with him and AuroraCsmiling, embracing, glowing like fated mates under the stars. So I began deleting. One by one, every photo of us vanished like smoke on the wind. Then I turned to the house. Anything that bore my markCmy scent, my presenceCI began to pack. Slowly. Methodically. Because the moon was waning, and with it, our time. And once the Moon Severing ended I wouldnt look back. Send Gifts 20 Ascension 12 1 Freyas POV My wardrobe was almost bare. Just like my jewelry box. In this grand estate built with my hands, the only thing Caelum and I truly owned together was a pair of cheap, silver wedding bands. Theyd never seen sunlightCnot once worn in public. Because Caelum had insisted we keep the mating bond hidden from the pack. Hidden from the world. I held one of the rings in my palm, its dull metal glinting like forgotten promises. I once believed it didnt matter whether they were valuable. As long as his vow was sincere, it was enough. But now I knew. In his eyes, I was worth as much as this ringCforgettable and easily reced. PLE My phone buzzed. Lanas name lit up the screenCmy closest sheCwolf and myst anchor in this fading storm. Feel like getting out? she asked cheerfully. I want to visit the Runestone Grounds. Heard Alpha Ss Whitmore is showing up today. I blinked. The Runestone Grounds? I hadnt been there in moons. Its not like I want to see him, Lana rushed to say, already coughing awkwardly. I just heard the Whitmore n is eyeing drone warfare for their Irond Fleet. Mypanys got a prototype in development. If I can score a moment with him, maybe it opens doors. I frowned, immediately picturing Ss. That steelCcut jaw, the deadened obsidian eyes, the quiet dominance of a predator that never had to growl tomand a room. That wolf was dangerousCchained lightning in fur and skin. Youre not trying to flirt with death, are you? I asked. Sheughed nervously, I like my tail attached, thank you. Bute with me? I need a buffer. 1 hesitated. Every instinct in my bones said stay away. But Lana.. she was pack. And right now, my only one. Fine, I said, exhaling. But when we arrived at the stoneCswept clearingCsurrounded by towering obsidian statues of legendary Alphas and LunasCI caught a scent on the wind that made my hackles lift. Caelum. And not alone. He was with Aurora. They sat atop two obsidianCtusked shadowbeastsCmassive lupinets used only for traditional disys of prowess. Both dressed in ceremonial riding leathers, their figures gleaming under the dusklight like a royal pair. He shouldve been in a soCcalled emergency summit meeting. But here he was, basking in the apuse of highborns, parading beside Aurora like she was his destined mate. Lana clicked her tongue beside me. Seriously? Again? What are theyCjoined at the tail now? shrugged, my lips curling faintly. Ignore them. Theyll vanish when the wind shifts. But Caelum had already caught my scent. His beast turned sharply, hooves thundering across the stone before halting just in front of me. The air between us trembled with tension. 142 What are you doing here? he demanded, voice low, tinged with possessiveness he no longer had the right to wield. I could ask you the same, I replied coolly. Did your urgent summit relocate to a ceremonial proving ground? He looked rattled. Briefly. Lana didnt miss a beat. Guess next time the summit will be held in bed. His eyes narrowed. Watch your tongue. I dont care if youre Freyas friendCinsult me again and see what happens. Lana bared her teeth. Try me, mutt. I stepped between them. Back off, Caelum. If you so much asy a w on her, Ill announce your affair with Aurora in front of the entire Elder Circle. His scent red with rage. You wouldnt dare. I smiled slowly. Wouldnt I? He went silent. Hed spent a fortune burying those first scandalous headlines. Thest thing he wanted was for the rot to surface again. Thats when Auroras mount trotted up beside him. She looked down at me like I was something clinging to her boots. You really cant help yourself, can you? she said, her voice syrupy with venom. Always ying the pitiful sheCwolf, clinging to a bond that was dead long ago. Do you really think ckmail will make him love you again? Lana inhaled sharply, but I grabbed her wrist and stepped forward. You crossed into a bonded males scent field. Youre the disgrace. Dont think your title gives you the right to y victim. Auroras gaze sharpened. Love isnt a crime. The real crime is youCthree years and he never marked you. Doesnt that tell you everything? Then she snapped the reins and galloped, her shadowbeast thundering across the arena like a phantom. The audience howled in delight. The sight was impressive, Id admit. Fierce. Feminine. And entirely staged. Caelums gaze followed her like a moonstruck pup. Shes not like you, he said without looking at me. Shes confident. Wild. Free. She doesnt obsess over petty things. You shouldnt have followed me here. My chest constricted. Obsess? I repeated. Is that what you call it when I ask for respect? When I demand you keep promises to the dead? Send Gifts 20 Ascension 13 Freyas POV As Caelum dug his heels into the side of his shadowbeast and galloped after Aurora, I stood there in the middle of the obsidian arena, stunned. He truly believed I followed him here? That I tracked him like some desperate omega in heat? My ws itched. Beside me, Lana nearly growled, her perfectly lined eyes ring with fire. What in the nine hells is wrong with those two?! Followed them? What next, say youre lurking in their den walls? After I shook my head slowly. It doesnt matter. After the Lunar Severance ends, they can do whatever they want. I wont be watching. But I want to maul something, Lana hissed. And that soCcalled pilotCugh! Riding a beast and piloting an airCwing makes her think shes untouchable? You flew in Iron Fangbat formations! She wouldnt even make it past your shadow in the skies. I smiled faintly. For a flicker of a heartbeat, her words stirred old memoriesCof wind roaring in my ears, the cockpit vibrating beneath my hands, and the Iron Fang emblem stitched onto my chest as I soared above warring territories. That life felt like a dream long faded. Come on. Were not here for them, I said, collecting myself. Yes, yes. The Whitmore Alpha awaits, Lana nodded quickly. We miss this window, who knows when hell appear again? The arena was vast. Even with our enhanced senses and strides, it took nearly fifteen minutes of weaving past polished stone monuments and shifting warrior exhibitions before we finally spotted him. Ss Whitmore. Surrounded by a ring of nobles and generals, his towering frame stood like obsidian carved to life. One of the wolves speaking to him was General WarrikCan old associate of Lanaspany. I felt Lana straighten beside me. She was ready. But before we could step closer, a blur of movement cut into my path. A wed hand seized my forearmCtight, possessive. How far are you nning to follow me, Freya? Caelum hissed through gritted teeth. I wrenched my arm free. Get your filthy hand off me. He bared his teeth. Youre stalking me now? You followed me all the way here? Im here for official business, I snapped. Or do you think youre the center of the damn moon? He scoffed. You? Business? Lana stepped forward, eyes zing, but before she could shred him with words, Aurora returnedCher shadowbeasts steps silent, yetmanding. Caelum, dont waste time. Alpha Whitmore is waiting. Caelum red at me onest time. Dont cause trouble. This alliance is important. I dont need your petty drama ruining it. Aurora brushed past me with a scoff,tching onto Caelums arm like she already wore his mark. Strong women elevate their mates, she said, loud enough for others to hear. Weak ones just whine and resent. Guess thats the difference. Then she looked at Caelum with a smile. Let me emy uncle introduce you properly. Of course. High Councilor Vaughn of the Bluemoon PackCAuroras uncleCstood near Ss Whitmore. Political grooming at its finest. I watched as Caelum followed her like a dutiful hound. Vaughn gave a formal nod and turned to Ss. Alpha Whitmore, this is my niece AuroraCthe first female flight lead in Bluemoons Airborne Wing. Beside her is Caelum Grafton, Alpha of Silverfang and head of SilverTech Forgeworks. Aurora stepped forward, voice syrupy. We met at the Skyward banquet. Professor Hawthorne was present. Ss barely lifted a brow. Dont recall. Her smile froze. Caelum tried to smooth the tension. Alpha Whitmore, that night you showed exceptional courage. The way you disarmed that rogue assassin midCmealCtruly impressive. Ss offered a nod so minimal it bordered on boredom. Just then, Lana and I stepped into the circle. Caelums eyes snapped to meCand immediately, his brows furrowed. What the hell are you doing? he hissed. Are you seriously following me around like some- I ignored him. Lana stepped up, head high. Alpha Whitmore. Im Lana Rook from SkyVex Armaments. We specialize in aerialbat tech, and were developing a new prototype for highCaltitude patrol rides. If youre seeking to invest in longCrange airborne defenseCmy door is open. No ttery. No fake deference. Straight to the point. Whitmore turned his gaze slowly from Lana to me. Freya Thorne, he said, voice low and smooth. So we meet again. I smiled with the kind of polish thates from surviving battlefields. Seems fate favors awkward reunions. And you are? he asked pointedly. Currently consulting for SkyVex, I said. Lana beamed beside me. She knew what that meantCI was in. Freya will be our lead designer on this wing, she added quickly. Herbat experience with real airborne deployment gives us a unique edge. Caelum stepped forward, face tightening. Freya used to be part of SilverTech. Just a midClevel analyst. Hardly the expert she ims to be. I turned to him with a slow, cold smile. CorrectionCI used to be your mate. Now I answer to my own name, not your leash. Send Gifts 20 Ascension 14 Freyas POV Just as the council murmurs began to grow, Auroras voice sliced through the air with calcted grace. Lana, youre friends with Freya Thorne, I know you want her to leave a favorable impression on Lord Ss. But theres no need to fabricate her credentials just to impress the Irond Alpha. Lana growled under her breath before snapping, Fabricate? When Freya was engineering earlyCstage flight rigs for the Sky Patrol Riderwing Project, you were still clinging to wooden gliders and scripted simtions! Aurora turned, lips curled in a cold smile. Oh? Then perhaps you could enlighten usCdoes she have a patent filed through SkyVex Armaments? Anypletedbat modules under her name? Lana faltered. She couldnt say a word. Not because there wasnt anything to say, but because everything I had worked on within the Iron Fang Recon Unit was cloaked under military contract. Oaths, ssified archives, and the bloodCbound sigil of secrecy forbade us from ever discussing what we builtCor flew. So that would be a no, then? Aurora raised a sharp brow, her voice silken with mockery. Lying about your rank might work at a tavern, but this is the Runestone Grounds. Snide chuckles rippled through the circleCmostly those aligned with the Bluemoon Pack. Lana looked like she wanted to lunge at her, but I spoke first, calm but cold. Time separates truth from theatrics, I said. Whether I faked anything youll see soon enough. Aurora gave a snort. Still posturing. Keep goingCreality has sharp teeth. Before I could respond, a low rumble signaled the arrival of something else. A warbeast handler led in a runebound beastCsleek, jet ck, with all four hooves marked in glowing white sigils. Its breath misted in the warm air,/muscles twitching beneath obsidian skin. This, Vaughn announced with pride, is a gift from the Bluemoon Pack to Lord Ss Whitmor. Shes vtile, yes, but has been broken in by our finest tamers. If youre interested, perhaps youd honor us by taking her for a test ride? Ss didnt answer. He merely stood there, expression unreadable, gaze flicking once over the warbeast like it was a statue carved of smoke and muscle. Silence spread, awkward and sharp. Aurora stepped forward with a sudden eagerness. If Lord Ss prefers not to, perhaps I may demonstrate her obedience. Id be honored. She didnt wait for anyone to grant permissionCjust turned toward the beast and leapt smoothly into the saddle, white cape fluttering behind her like frost. Her legs tightened at the beasts nks, and with a lowmand, the creature took off across the Grounds in a controlled gallop. She really is a marvel, someone from the Bluemoon entourage whispered. She flies, rides, and pilotsCAuroras a force of her own. If this were warCera, shed be our bannerCbearing warmaiden. Lana leaned toward me, her tone dripping disdain. Warmaiden, my ass. Shes just a decorated pawn. All show, no soul. Caelum Grafton, standing closer than Id realized, must have heard her. Aurora is the definition of independent strength, he said, stepping in smoothly, voice loud enough for others to catch. She doesnt waste her breath on dragging others down. Freya, instead of letting your little shadow bark on your behalf, why not learn to rise above it? I didnt flinch. A truly independent woman wouldnt need to warm the bed of a married Alpha. His eyes redCbut the setting kept his temper in check. Meanwhile, Aurora was returning in a triumphant loop. She yanked at the reins, attempting to slow the beast, but something was off. The creature didnt slow. Its gait became erratic, its eyes shing with heat and untethered magic. She pulled harder. No use. Panic red in her eyes. One of her feet slipped from the stirrup. ThenCshe screamed. The warbeast charged straight toward the gathered officials. Council members scattered with shouts of rm. I grabbed Lanas wrist and dragged her aside just in time. But my eyes caught something elseCsomething worse. Ss Whitmor. Still standing. Unmoved. As if this entire show wasnt happening around him. And that beast, wild and enraged, was barreling straight toward him. There was no time to think. My instincts took over. Iunched myself at him, wrapping an arm around his chest and throwing us both to the side in a roll, just as the beast streaked past like a living storm. Gasps filled the arena. Someone shrieked. I couldnt even hear my own breath. I blinked. I was on the ground. His weight pressed against me, heavy and unmoving. Ss, I rasped. Did you get hit? He didnt answer. Fear twisted in my chest. What if that beasts hooves had clipped him midCroll? I began to shift beneath him, trying to sit up to check. But thenCI felt pressure against my shoulder, holding me down. His voiceClow, cool, and boneCdeep steadyCbrushed my ear. Why did you save me? I stared up at him. No reason, I answered simply. Instinct. Old soldiers blood. My body had moved before my mind caught up. Instinct, he echoed. He pushed himself up slowly, eyesCthose abyssCdeep eyesClocked on mine. He was above me. I was beneath him. His gaze wasnt cold anymore. There was a flicker in it. A ripple in the void. If it were anyone else, Id have done the same, I said firmly. Something unreadable passed through him. Then I frowned. If youre not hurt, get off me already. A beat of silence. He still didnt move. So I shoved him off and stood. Across the field, the warbeast still roaredClooping madly, hooves carving up dirt. Aurora, halfCunconscious, was being tossed like a rag doll in the saddle. Help-! she screamed. Somebody stop it! GodsCget it to stop! No one moved. No one dared. ThenCthe inevitable. She lost her grip. The reins slipped from her hands, and in one final buck, the beastunched her. She crashed into the soft grass, hard enough to knock the wind out of her. She screamed in pain. Caelum bolted forward, kneeling beside her. Stay stillCsomeones gone to fetch a medic. Youll be okay. Just thenCLanas voice cracked through the air like lightning. FreyaClook out! I spun. The beast. It had locked on me. Caelum started to rise, panic in his eyes, but Aurora caught his wrist. Caelum, my ribsCit hurts- He hesitated. And the beast charged me. Auroras eyes gleamed with somethingCsatisfaction? Malice? I didnt care. I didnt freeze. I didnt scream. I moved. My fingers snapped forward, catching the reins in midCcharge. And in one clean motion, I vaulted upward and mmed into the saddle. The crowd went dead silent. Ascension 15 Third Persons POV No one had expected it. Freya Thorne had just leapt onto the back of the runeCmarked warbeastCand stayed on. The entire assembly stood frozen, watching in stunned silence as she deftly pulled the reins taut, leaned forward into the motion, and tightened her legs around the beasts heaving nks. Her every movement was practiced, clean, exact. There was no mistaking itCFreya wasnt just a lucky rider. She was trained. Skilled. Unshakable. Caelum Graftons expression was one of utter disbelief. HeCAlpha of the Silverfang Pack, head of SilverTech Forgeworks- had been bonded to her for three years, yet never once had he seen this side of her. The woman riding like a stormwind beneath the moon was a stranger to him. That dark hair, streaming like shadow behind her, the fire in her eyesCshe looked less like a nobles discarded mate and more like a true warrior of the Fang Tribes. Even Aurora, nestled in his arms, could barely contain her disbelief. Freya? Riding a runeCcharged warbeast? And not just any beastCthe same one that had thrown her moments ago. Auroras nails dug into Caelums arm. She silently prayed the beast would throw Freya now. Hard. Let her fall. Let her be humbled. But the opposite happened. Round after round, the ck warbeast began to calm under Freyas control. It responded to her voice, her hands, hermand. The fire in its hooves dimmed. The madness faded. By the time she returned to the circle, the air had shifted. She had tamed the beast. When she dismounted with a fluid swing of her leg, there was no pride on her faceConly a cool, distant calm. Caelum was still frozen. You when did you learn to ride and tame? Does it matter? she replied coldly, not even sparing him a nce. He couldnt speak. His throat was dry. Freyas gaze drifted to the woman still cradled in Caelums armsCAurora. Riding a wild beast doesnt impress me, Freya said evenly. But if the only reason you ride is to catch a mans attention then you and I have very different goals. With that, she handed the reins to one of the beastmasters waiting nearby. Auroras face flushed, then paled. Freyas words hit like a w across the face. Everything Aurora had mockedCFreya forCshe now had to swallow. And with Freya taming the warbeast, she had nothing left to throw back. Lana Rook ran up to Freyas side, her voice low and frantic. Are you hurt? Gods, Freya- Im fine, Freya said with a faint smile. Lana exhaled. You scared the hell out of me. Saving Ss was one thing, but charging back to tame that monster? What if something had gone wrong? I dont fall easily, Freya said, her tone light but her eyes serious. Besides if I hadnt stepped in, someone wouldve fallen. For good. Lana knew that tone. That deepCrooted sense of duty. Even though Freya had left the Iron Fang Recon Unit, her instincts as a soldier still ran deep. She didnt hesitate when others froze. On the other side of the grounds, VaughnCAuroras uncle, the alpha of the BlumoonCwas practically drenched in cold sweat as he reached Ss Whitmor. Lord Ss, I cant apologize enough. I truly believed the beast was broken in. If anything had happened to you, the Bluemoon Pack would deserve to be wiped from the map. Sss voice was like cold iron. It nearly was. If Miss Thorne hadnt intervened, youd be offering my eulogy by now. The Whitmore name would ensure the Bluemoon Packs extinction in less than three moons. Vaughns legs nearly buckled. Shouldnt your pack be expressing gratitude to Miss Thorne instead? Ss added. YCyes, of course! Well arrange an official thankCyou immediately! Vaughn stammered. But Ss was already walking away, eyes locked on one target. Freya. He stopped before her. Miss Thorne, he said in that low, unreadable voice of his, you do realize if you hadnt thrown yourself at me, my guards in the shadows wouldve dropped that beast with a silvershot in the next second. Freya blinked. Of course. A figure like Ss WhitmorCAlpha of the Irond CoalitionCwould never walk unguarded. His elite sentinels wouldve ended the threat instantly. So youre saying I meddled? she asked. No. Sss gaze darkened with intrigue. You saved me. And that merits repayment. The only question iswhat do you want in return? A stir passed through the spectators. Some gaped. Some red. Some looked at Freya with greenCeyed envy. She didnt even blink. Nothing. Ss took a step closer, shadowing over her. But what if I insist? The weight of his presence was immense, a quiet storm pressing in. Freya lifted her chin. She didnt want entanglement. Not from this man. Then donate a school. Somewhere that needs one. A hope school, maybe. Ss arched a brow. That, he hadnt expected. StillChis lips curled slightly. Interesting choice. He watched her turn and walk away with Lana, his interest visibly piqued. Behind them, Aurora stared daggers into Freyas back, seething with fury beneath her bruises. Shes pretending to be noble, she hissed through gritted teeth. Freya only said that to impress Ss. If she really cared about Caelum, shed have used that chance to ask for funding for SilverTech Forgeworks! Caelum didnt answer. But his gaze stayed on Freya, expression clouded with something unreadable. Thoughts spinning. Allegiances shifting. And the Runestone Grounds watched in silence, the wind whispering of debts, power, and the woman who had just changed the game. Ascension 16 Freyas POV It was well past nine when Caelum finally returned to the packs estate. He came back exhausted, dragging the weight of the day behind him. I already knew whyChed spent hours at the healers den with Aurora after her fall from the warbeast. Bruises and scrapes marred her skin, but no broken bones, thankfully, Still, it meant Caelums night was shot. When he stepped through the heavy carved doors and saw me, he didnt hesitate. Freya, he said quietly, I didnt mean to skip the memorial for your parents today. Aurora told mest minute that Ss Whitmor was at the grounds, and I had to goCfor thepany. So I went with her. I met his eyes, cold and steady. It doesnt matter, I said simply. No exnation from him would fix what felt broken. I was done caring about his reasons. Maybe tomorrow Ill go with you, he offered. No need. I cut him off. But- Really, youre busy, I said, voice low but firm. I didnt want him disrupting the silence where my parents rested. He swallowed and didnt press. I knew hed been stretched thintely. Between hospital visits for Aurora andpany matters, Caelums hands were full. Then when theres a better time, Ill go with you, he promised. I couldnt stop the bitterugh that curled at my lips. Better time? Caelum, youll never get that chance. After a beat, he shifted gears. You said earlier at the grounds youre with SkyVex Armaments. Whats that about? I shrugged. Literally means I joined SkyVex. He frowned. No need to spite me like that. You cane back anytime. I gave him a sharp, humorless smile. I didnt join SkyVex to spite you. And Im noting back. His brow furrowed deeper. I told you, the doors open. What else do you want? What exactly do you want me back for? To keep pushing the Riderwing project, he said. Whitmore Coalition wants to invest in airbornebat tech. You can lead the project we started. And Giselle? I shot back. Isnt she already the lead? Ill reassign her. I fixed him with a cool stare. So because I saved Ss today, you think hell invest just out of some debt to me? Thats why you want me back? His face betrayed a flicker of awkwardness, caught. Nothing wrong with maximizing benefits, he said quickly. Its good for thepanyCand for the family, Family. That word used to hold warmth for me. When I married Caelum, I dreamed of a pack, a home. But now? I only saw how hollow that word could be. If I hadnt saved Ss today, I asked quietly, would you still want me back? Youre thepanys rightful leader. You cane back anytime. I arched a brow. Then maybe I should just announce itCright there in the forgeCthat Im the true head. He was silent, then muttered, We agreed to keep the marriage secret until the time is right. Right, I said, voice sharp as broken ice. Because if you reveal it now, the wholepany will know you cheated on me. Everyone already knows Aurora is your moonlight, but no one knows were married. His jaw tightened, anger shing in his eyes. Must you make this so difficult? Im not trying to make things hard. Which is why Im noting back. I turned to leave. And at the grounds, I told Ss if he insists on repaying me, he should build a hope school. So dont expect me to help you win his investment for SilverTech Forgeworks. That seemed to push Caelum over the edge. His frustration burned bright, and for the rest of the night, he ignored mepletely. The cold night felt sharp on my skin, but nothingpared to the frost settling between us. This was no longer a union of two wolvesCit was a battlefield. And I was ready to hunt on my own terms. Send Gifts Ascension 17 Freyas POV The next morning, I went to meet Lana at SkyVex Armaments. We had already agreedCI would officially join her faction after I escorted my parents remains home to be buried in the Southern Territories. There was something grounding about knowing where I belonged, and SkyVex was offering me not just a position, but a chance to start over. At noon, during lunch, I scrolled through my WolfComm feed and saw a post from Giselle. A photo. A mans handCholding a bowl of steaming boneCbroth porridge. The other hand carefully scooped from it with a carved silverdle. The caption? Brother Caelum made porridge for his future mate. Smells better than a Moonblessed brew! I stared at the photo, at the familiar veined knuckles, the way he held the bowl. So that was what Caelum had been so busy with in the kitchens this morning. I remembered the time I fell ill during an inspection runCfever burning at 40 degrees, limbs heavy as lead. I could barely get out of bed. But Caelum? He said thepany needed him and left me to fend for myself. Even after my fever broke, he ordered me back to the Foundry to lead project evaluations. I was still hooked to an IV when I signed those damn reports. He didnt so much as buy me a meal, let alone cook one. I had to order my own rations. And yet nowChe was waking early to make porridge for Aurora? So this is what it looked likeCto be cherished. The difference between love and obligation was ring. Whats got your hackles up? Lana leaned over my shoulder, catching a glimpse of the post. Her eyes widened. WaitCis that is that Caelum making porridge for Aurora? While hes still legally bound to you? That bastard! It doesnt matter. I locked the screen and stood up. Where are you going? Youre not storming the infirmary, are you? Lana asked. No, I said simply. Im going to visit my parents. I didnt owe Caelum anythingCnot even my anger. But as I stepped out of SkyVexs headquarters and headed for my car, a ck armored cruiser pulled up beside me. A tall man in a dark suit stepped out and bowed. Lady Freya, Alpha Ss sent me. Hed like to invite you to lunch to thank you for saving his life. I already told him, I replied, brushing past, if he really wants to thank me, he can fund a Moonhope Academy. No need for lunch. I climbed into my own vehicle and pulled away. Half an hourter, I arrived at the Runestone Mausoleum, where the ashes of war heroes and honored wolves were kept. My parents urns were housed within a ss cab, covered by the crimsonCandCgold battleg of the Southern Pack. Mom, Dad, I whispered, bowing my head, I used to think Caelum owed you an apology. I wanted him to kneel here and say he was sorry. But now? I see it clearly. Hes not worth the air itd take. The silence in the mausoleum was heavy, butforting. I sped my hands in front of me and bowed deeply, offering a warriors respect. Ill bring you home soon. Just wait a little longer. Then, a low voice behind me cut through the stillness. Youre leaving the capital? I whipped around. Ss Whitmor stood there, towering and calm, as though he belonged among these sacred stones. What are you doing here? I asked, startled. You refused my assistant, he said. So I came to extend the invitation myself. His presence left no room for evasion. nodded. Alright. Since youvee personally, I suppose I cant keep refusing. He stepped closer, his gaze settling on the name ques below the urns: Arthur Thorne. Myra Thorne. These are your parents? Yes. Not just any wolves get battlegs, he murmured. They were soldiers, I said, my voice proud. Ordinary, but also heroes. Theyd served thirty years between themCfacing death every season, standing watch while others slept. As a child, Id once begged them to stop. Toe home. But my father had knelt and held me close. Freya, he said, we dont just protect our den. We protect the Pack. The whole nation. That is what a real wolf does. Now, I finally understood him. After I graduated from Halston Combat Academy, I enlisted too. And if not for the day the death scrolls arrived I would still be wearing a de, not a badge. Ille back to visit again, I whispered, bowing onest time. When I turned, Ss was still standing there. Arent youing? I asked. He didnt reply. Instead, he strode forward, stopped in front of my parents urnsCand bowed. Three times. Deep and deliberate. Each motion precise, solemn. Not a mockery of form, but a warriors respect. My throat tightened. This was what Caelum should have done. But instead, the man most feared in the NorthCthe mad Alpha of the Irond CoalitionCwas the one bowing to my parents. When he straightened, he turned to me and said simply, Lets go. I opened my mouth, but words caught in my throat. Why did you Bow? he cut in. They died for the Pack. They earned it. We left the mausoleum. Outside, his armored cruiser was waiting, door held open by a silent guard. I slid into the backseat beside him, still lost in thought. The car carried us to a private establishment hidden in the shadowed part of the Inner Ring. A ce of high ceilings, silence, and power. Ever been here? Ss asked. No. Youll like the food.. He wasnt wrong. The dishes that arrived were fragrant andplexCmeats slowCcooked with wild herbs, rootCseasoned broths, seared rootbeast slices. I ate fast. Old habits. In the field, you learn to finish before the next orderes. After Id had enough, I looked upCand caught myself staring Sss hand. LongCfingered, pale, strong. Wrapped around a pair of bone chopsticks like they were weapons. It was a beautiful handCbut also a dangerous one. The kind that could cradle or kill. You keep staring, he said suddenly, voice low. Sorry, I said without flinching. Your hands are striking. He tilted his head, like he was analyzing that thought. If I die before you, he said with unnerving calm, Ill have them removed,cquered, and sent to you in a ss box. I blinked. What? So you can keep staring at them. Send Gifts Ascension 18 Freyas POV Cough-!. I choked violently on my drink, nearly spewing the lemon tonic across the table. I had to grab the ss and down a long gulp before I could respond. Alpha Whitmor, youre joking right? Im not, Ss said calmly. I stared at him. Was this male actually serious? Did he really just say that if he died before me, hed have his hands removed and preserved- just to send them to me as a gift? What kind of lunatic thought like that? For moons, Id heard whispers that Ss Whitmor, Alpha of the Irond Coalition, waspletely unhinged. Dangerous. Unpredictable. Some said hed killed his own cousin during a Council dispute. Others said he once gouged a traitors eye out with his thumb. I hadnt believed half of it. Now I was beginning to think theyd understated it. That wont be necessary, I said, clearing my throat. I prefer hands attached to living bodies, not cold in ss cases. A shame, he replied lightly. I thought it would be an appropriate token for a life debt. Stars above. Ive already told you, I said, rubbing the bridge of my nose. If you really want to repay me, donate to a Moonhope Academy. That would be enough. At that, he raised his hand slightly. A guard stepped forward and handed me a sleek folder. I opened it. Inside was the official confirmation: a full donation to construct a Moonhope Academy in the outer territories. Land, materials, staffCall approved and in motion. My heart stilled. Hed actually done it. In less than two days. If youd like to rename the school, he said, to include your name or a family crest, now would be the time. I looked down at the documents again, then back up at him. No need, I said softly. Thank you. The smile I gave him was small, but genuine. It surprised even me. wasnt used to receiving sincerity. He blinked, just once, like he hadnt expected that smile. As if something in it caught him offCguard. Most wolves in his world wanted power, fame, position. But I wanted none of that. So what was it I wanted? Freya, he said suddenly, how would you feel about bing my bodyguard? I froze. What? Youve proven your strength, and your instincts. You saved my life. I prefer to keep useful wolves close. His voice was casual, but his eyes were sharp. You name the price. Im ttered, I said carefully, but Ive already joined SkyVex Armaments. I dont intend to leave. A pity. Thankfully, he didnt push the topic further. I exhaled in relief. As I stood to leave, he added quietly, I dont often allow others to save me, Freya. But once someone does. theyd better not stop halfway. I turned back to him, unsettled. What did that even mean? He had guards. Layers of security. He didnt need me. But he didnt exin. And I didnt ask. After we parted, I hadnt even made it halfway back to my vehicle before my WolfComm rang. I didnt recognize the number at first. But the tone? Instantly familiar. Freya. Giselle snapped through the line, I need you to write a new project proposal for the Sky Patrol Wing Development. The one you led before? Yeah. Redraft it. I almostughed. And why would I do that? Because youre still my brothers wife! she barked, like that made me her servant. Giselle had always been the little princess of the Grafton bloodline. Spoiled Entitled. Arrogant. She assumed that because I once loved Caelum, Id do whatever she wanted. Your brothers wife? I repeated with a low chuckle. I seem to recall you calling Aurora your future Luna. Why dont you ask her for help? Ill call whoever I want, she hissed. And if you dont send me that proposal by moonrise, Ill have Caelum file for divorce tonight. He listens to me. Youll be thrown out of the estate like a dirty rogue, you hear me?! My voice dropped, cool and steady. Go ahead, I said. Tell him. Im waiting. Then I hung up. She could bark all she wanted. But I wasnt the same sheCwolf who used to beg for scraps of affection from the Graftons. That Freya was long gone. Let theme for me. Let them burn whatever bridge they wanted. Id already built my own damn road. Send Gifts Ascension 19 Caelums POV I stared at the proposal Giselle had dropped on my desk, the pages barely holding together with all the sloppy formatting and contradictory nonsense. This? This was what she turned in after iming she could handle the Sky Patrol Wing project? The project Freya had once overseen wlessly? My jaw clenched, frustration bubbling like heat under my skin. You really think you can close a deal with this trash? I growled, tossing the document across the obsidianCtopped desk in my Alpha office within Silverfangs central tower. Did you even read what you submitted? Giselle shrank back slightly, but her tone stayed sharp. Its not my fault! Freya didnt hand over her notes properly during the transitionCshe deliberately left things out to sabotage me! My voice snapped out like a whip. Silence. Her eyes widened at the edge in my tone. You begged me to give you a chance, Giselle. You insisted you could take this on. This I gestured to the papers, -is a disgrace. How am I supposed to keep this project alive with this level of ipetence? Her lips twisted. me Freya. She never wanted to help me. That womans always had it out for me! Caelum, you shouldve divorced her a long time agoCshes poison to this Pack! My ws nearly unsheathed at her words. Enough, I said coldly. Freya stood beside me when no one else didCwhen I was still wing my way out of the ruins of my fathers failed dominion. She married me when Silverfang was bleeding from all sides. She is not to be ndered in this Pack. Ever. She flinched but didnt argue further. I dismissed her with a flick of my hand and a growl that echoed faintly through the chamber. Later that night, my motherCsummoned me to the Grafton estate. She didnt waste time. How dare you shout at your sister like that? she snapped, eyes filled with indignation. Giselle just graduated. You cant expect perfection from her. She made a mess of an interCPack aerospace partnership, I replied coolly. And med Freya when things spiraled. Thats not immaturityCthats cowardice. And yet Freyas the one whos destroying this family, my mother hissed. Thanks to her meddling, I still cant get an audience with Healer Smith. My vision is getting worse, Caelum. Worse! That woman is slowly blinding me! I exhaled slowly, willing myself to stay calm. Ive already pulled every string I can to book Healer Smith. Others are bidding higher. Its not Freyas fault. But as she continued toin, I found myself remembering how things were when Freya was still handling everything my mothers appointments, Giselles tutoring, even internal disputes across the Silverfang ranks. Back then, all had to focus on was expanding SilverTech Forgeworks. Freya handled the rest. And I let her, Tl try again, I said atst. Ill find a way to secure the appointment. Your sister was right, Caelum, my mother sneered. You should have discarded Freya already. Shes holding you back. I stood abruptly, voice ironChard. Freya has done nothing to deserve this. I wont betray her. Her gaze turned stony. And in the silence that followed, I knewCshe was disappointed. But I didnt care. I left the estate with a storm in my head and a burn in my chest. The next morning, everything worsened. What do you mean the loan wasnt approved? I asked my beta assistant, Wren. The bank withdrew its preliminary approval, Wren said, ncing uneasily at the tablet in his hand. They cited a retracted investmentmitment from the Ironhold Consortium. Ironhold? That didnt make sense. They were onboard. We had an agreement- They backed outst night. Apparently, theyve been informed that the Sky Patrol Wing development no longer involves Freya Thorne. My blood ran cold. Who told them that? No clue, Wren said. But the moment the news broke, the bank got jittery. I didnt hesitate. I called Ironholds liaison, Alpha Simon, directly. Alpha Simon, I said, trying to keep my voice level, Im calling about the partnership we discussed. I was told your consortium- Were withdrawing, Alpha Grafton, Simon cut me off. Our interest in SilverTech Forgeworks was tied to one factorCFreya Thorne. Without her, the proposals foundation doesnt meet our threshold. I stiffened. Freya? But she was just an R&D consultant. HeughedCcold and dismissive. You clearly dont understand her value. Which is unfortunate. I suggest you dont call again until you do. The line went dead. I sat there for a long time, staring at them tablet. Freya? What the hell had she done, who had she impressed, that Ironhold and other Packs had started to align with her? And why did I only realize it now? I stood and paced my office like a caged wolf, heat simmering in my chest. Everything Id built was now at risk. Because of one woman. Because of the only woman who had never asked for anything. I dialed her number. She didnt answer. I tried again. Finally, she picked up. Freya, I said, trying to control my voice. I need you toe back to SilverTech. Just once. Theres something we need to talk about. And this time, I wasnt asking for her as an employee. I was calling her as the Alpha who let go of the one wolf who mattered most. Send Gifts Ascension 20 Freyas POV I didnt want toe back to Silverfang Tower. Not even for a second. But until Caelum and I formally severed our mate bond under the Moon Tribunal, I didnt want to draw unnecessary attention. I didnt want the vultures in this city to smell blood in the waterCat least, not yet. So I returned. Caelum was already pacing when I entered his office. The moment he saw me, heunched straight into it. You left thepany, and Ironhold Consortium pulled out of the aerial cavalry tech project. Did you conspire with them to sabotage me? I blinked, stunned for a moment, before the absurdity made meugh. Sabotage? You give me far too much credit. If they withdrew, its because they no longer believe in the projects potential. Then exin this, he snapped, eyes narrowing. Their Alpha Simon said they pulled out because you resigned. That made me pause. So thats how it was. Of course. Ironhold had probably done their homeworkCon me. My track record with the airborne units, my designs, mybat simtions. I had been the backbone of the project. Now, with me gone, all they saw was an empty shell being fronted by an unqualified brat. They probably werent impressed with your new project leads skills, I said coolly. Right then, the office door mmed open. Speak of the devil. Giselle stormed in, eyes zing. Whats that supposed to mean? That Im ipetent? I think its more likely you were sleeping with the investor! My wolf flinched at the vile words, ws itching just beneath my skin. Giselle, thats enough, Caelum warned, though there was hesitation in his tone. Oh,e on! Ironhold dropped us the moment she left. What else would exin it? She slept with someoneCadmit it, brother, she cheated on you and now were paying for it! And there it was. Caelum looked at me, that doubt flickering in his eyesCeyes I used to trust, used to love. Do you believe that? I asked, voice low. He didnt answer right away. Just stared at me, lips parting like he was struggling to speak. Then finally, If its not true, then exin why they dropped the deal the moment you left. Tell me you didnt- Iughed. It wasnt joyful. It wasnt even bitter. It was hollow, Cold. A sound scraped from the bottom of a soul that had long since stopped hoping. A threeCyear bond, and he could still look at me like that. Still doubt me based on his sisters venom. No matter what I had given up for himCmy wings, my title, my name. You really think I slept with an investor? I said slowly. Shes clearly guilty! Look how defensive she is, Giselle said smugly. I turned to her, staring into her smug, spoiled eyes. Youre sure I slept with someone at Ironhold? Positive, she sneered. Good, I said, pulling out my phone. I dialed. Emergency Dispatch. Yes, Id like to report a rape, I said calmly. I was drugged and assaulted without my knowledge. My husbands sister has imed she witnessed or has proof. She can testify. What the hell are you doing?! Caelum lunged toward me, yanking the phone away. Its a misunderstanding! My sister didnt mean it! he yelled into the receiver before hanging up, his face pale. Youre insane! he shouted at me. I straightened my back and met his fury with calm steel. She used me of a serious crime. Shouldnt I investigate it? If shes so confident, she can testify under oath. She didnt mean it that way- Maybe not, I cut in coldly. But you did. You didnt stop her. You believed her. I hit y on my phone. The recording of Giselles voice filled the office, her words clear as a mountain stream: She slept with someone from Ironhold. Im sure of it. Her face turned crimson. You still want to stand by your usations? I asked. Because if not, Ill see you in court. She muttered something unintelligible. Louder, I said. Im sorry, she gritted through her teeth. I made it up. I dont actually know anything. I nodded, sliding my phone back into my coat. If I hear one more whisper of nder, well let the Moon Tribunal sort it out. I turned to Caelum. If thats all, Ill be going. Next time, dont summon me to yourpany like Im still one of your people. I.resigned. That bond? Its already broken. I walked out without looking back. Later that evening, I received word that Caelum had gone to retrieve AuroraCfrom the infirmary after her recovery from the riding ident. Typical. Always had time for her. While I was fighting off betrayal in his office, she was being pampered. I could picture it. Her nestled in his arms, whispering sweet nothings, guiltCtripping him with teary eyes. I wanted to help you connect with the Whitmore n, she probably said. I only meant to help but now Ive ruined everything And Caelum? Hedp it up like milk. Send Gifts 20 Ascension 21 Freyas POV I didnt expect to feel this stirred. The Skyborn Summit had always been a ce for wolves of rank, soldiers, engineers, and aviators to showcase their strength and innovation. As a former aerialbat warrior of the Ironfang Legion, my blood still responded to the sleek aircraft, the roar of engines, and the scent of engine oil carried by the wind. I came with LanaCmy fierce little wolf of a friendCwho dragged me here to work with the upper echelons of the aerospace world. Not that I minded. These machines spoke anguage I hadnt heard in too long. One I used to live and breathe. Lana was already off tracking down some potential supplier contracts like a huntress stalking prey. I was more than happy to wander on my own. A childs excited howl caught my attention. I turned and spotted a small packCa father, mother, and two little pups. The parents each held one childs hand, pointing at a model of thetest Skyrazor aircraft. The pup bounced with excitement. Something tightened in my chest. That used to be my family. My AlphaCfather, my LunaCmother, my older brother and meCwatching the aerial shows from the hilltops, our shadows long under the moonlight. That was before everything fractured. Before their ashes were buried under a g, and before my brother vanished like mist before dawn. But I knew I knewChe was still out there. I would find him. I had to. Do you like children that much, Miss Freya? I jumped slightly. The voice came from just beside meCsmooth, cool, amused. I turned and met the stormCgrey gaze of Ss. Of course. He stood there without his usual entourage, hands tucked in his coat pockets, looking like he had simply stepped into the Summit on a whim. But with Ss, nothing was ever a whim. Youre alone? I asked, scanning the crowd behind him. My guards are around, he said with a slight tilt of his head. Shadow patrol, not obvious muscle. Crowds dont respond well to intimidation. He paused. Though I make exceptions when necessary. I smirked slightly. Didnt expect to see you here. I could say the same. You came alone? With a friend. Shes offworking. Then walk with me, he saidCnot quite a request. I gave a tiny nod and fell into step beside him. To my surprise, Ss Whitmor didnt just attend the Skyborn Summit. He understood it. As we passed disy after disy, hismentary was sharp and astute. He spoke fluently about engine corepression ratios, thermal shieldingyers, and rare aerialbat configurations. Not just surfaceClevel knowledgeCreal depth. I found myself challenged in the best possible way. We debated hybridCwing architecture, the future of lunarnding tech, and even shared our favorite forbidden oldCworld military texts. For the first time in a long while, I felt seen. Matched. He didnt talk down to me like most alphas did to females. He listened. He sparred. And gods help me, I enjoyed it. Too much. Just when I was starting to forget how dangerous he could be, his secretary emerged from the crowd like a shadow, whispering something in his ear. I have to meet with a few government officials, he said. Will you wait for me? I raised a brow. You expect me to sit and twiddle my thumbs? His eyes sparkled. I expect you to explore. But keep your phone nearby. And with that, he disappeared into the crowd. I turned to head back toward the flight hall when I saw a group heading my wayCwolves in expensive jackets and loud egos. I recognized them instantly. Caelum. And his idiot friends. Nope. I pivoted to move away, but I wasnt fast enough. Freya? a voice calledCRyker. You came to the Summit? You even know what any of this is? He and his pack strutted up with mockery dripping from every step. Caelum followed silently behind them, not intervening. Of course. I didnt realize you needed a license to observe innovation, I said coolly. Or does your ego count as a credential? Rykers smile tightened. Still got that bite, I see. Trying to copy Aurora? Maybe if you absorb enough of her essence, Caelum will sniff in your direction again. The others howled withughter. Another sneered. You probably drive tractors now. Theyughed harder. I I felt nothing. Not pain, Not shame. Only rity. Flying a ne isnt a divine achievement, I said softly, my voice like winter frost. Rykers grin widened. And there it isCjealousy. You cant stand that Aurora earned her wings and your mates heart. Hes not my mate, I said tly. Not anymore. Caelum finally opened his mouth. Freya, thats enough. Aurora is the first female pilot of Wing. You dont need to belittle her because youre angry. I stared at him for a long moment. Angry? He thought I still cared. Gods. Thats how little he knew me Just then, my phone rang. Lana. Thank the Moon. I turned away from the snickering group and stepped aside to answer. Freya, listenCone of the demo pilots just copsed. They need an immediate sub for the SkyRift performance. Were one of the sponsors and they need a flyer. Youre certified. Youve done it before. Will you help? 243 I looked back at the pack of smug, grinning alphas behind me. I looked past them at Caelum, who couldnt stop them. Wouldnt stop them. My eyes narrowed. Ill be there in five. Send Gifts 20 Ascension 22 Freyas POV Thank the Moon! Lana breathed. Sending coordinates now. Get here fast. The exhibition grounds stretched far behind the main arenaCopen air, windCswept, and littered with gleaming machines. By the time I reached the prep site, several sponsor reps were pacing in tight circles, anxious and disoriented. Lana rushed to meet me. The aircrafts fueled and ready. Hop in and get a feel for the controls. Got it. But just as I was climbing into the cockpit, a hand grabbed my arm and yanked me back. What the hell do you think youre doing? Caelums voice barked out beside me. I blinked, then frowned. You followed me? I saw you storm off after that call and tracked your scent, he said. You cant just climb into abatCgrade flyer like its a toy. Are you out of your mind? Lana stepped between us like a lioness. I asked her to fly. Shes fully certifiedCunlike you. Caelums eyes narrowed, ignoring her entirely. Youre seriously doing this just topete with Aurora? You think strapping into a ne makes you look stronger? I yanked my arm free with force. I dontpete with ghosts. Freya- I said. Im flying. I mmed the canopy shut. Through the ss, I saw Lana giving Caelum the kind of re that could slice bone. You think Auroras the only female who can fly in the Skyborne? That shes the Moons gift to aviation? Dont insult Freya like that. She was flyingbat units while Aurora was still chasing her first kill badge. Caelum looked rattled. She knows how to fly? Youll see, Lana spat. And oh, he did. The second the engines roared to life, his expression froze. The sound of the modified Edge 540 tearing across the airstrip cut through the air like thunder. I locked in, synced my senses with the machineCfeeling the pulse of the engine as if it were an extension of my own heartbeat. Wheels up. The nose lifted, slicing through the wind. Then was airborneCabove them all. The sky weed me like an old friend. And down below, I could feel the ripple of awe. The gasps. The silence that falls when a predator reveals its true form. Loop. Barrel roll. Spiral dive. I wasnt just flyingCI was performing. Owning the heavens. I knew even those groundCbound fools could tell this wasnt beginners luck. These were maneuvers few dared attempt- especially not in front of an audience. When I finally brought the bird down, easing it into a wlessnding, the crowd was thunderstruck. And Caelum? He was staring like hed seen a ghost. I climbed down, unstrapped my helmet, and met his eyes. You you really know how to fly. I shrugged. So? I didnt I didnt know you had this kind of skill. I tilted my head. You never asked. When the threeCyear confidentiality period ends, Id wanted to tell him everythingCabout my unit, my flights, my kills. But hed said: Your past doesnt matter. I only care about the future. Id believed that meant he wanted to build one together. Turns out, he just didnt give a damn about who I was. You only care now that others see it, I said quietly. He looked ashamed. I I didnt know. You didnt want to. Before he could speak again, his pack of arrogant friends swaggered over, reeking of misced ego and old money. Caelum! Auroras looking for you at the pavilionCwhat the hell are you doing out here? Their eyes shifted to me. Oh, shes still hanging around? Didnt you say shes been obsessed with you Winter st Caelum looked like he wanted to disappear. One of the wolves sneered at me. Werent you the one saying flying isnt impressive? Then why are you out here trying to prove yourself? I gave him a t, wolfCcold look. I wasnt trying to prove anything. Then what was that? Just a warmCup. And then I turned my back to them allCletting my scent trail rise high and clear in the air like a challenge. Let them choke on it. Send Gifts Ascension 23 Third Persons POV She doesnt know a damn thing! If Aurora hadnt been injured from that fall, she wouldve shown her what real skill looks like! Mockingughter dripped with venom as it rang in Freyas ears. Lana, her wolf aura ring with rage, stormed forward and snapped, Caelum, are you even a male worth the name? You just let your pack brothers insult your mate like this? Caelums expression stiffened, a flicker of shame in his golden eyes. Freya stepped forward, her hand gently pressing Lana back, though her own gaze had turned cold and sharp like moonlit steel. She looked directly at Caelum and the wolves beside him, eyes burning with quiet fury. You think flying separates wolves in rank? That my worth is defined by whether I can soar? Her voice was calm but cutting. Just because I once bore the title of Caelums mate, you all think you have the right to ridicule me? To drag me through the mud? The group fell silent for a beat, clearly not expecting her to strike back with such poiseCand dominance. Freya didnt wait for their reaction. With a flick of her hair, she turned and walked off with Lana, their heads held high, their scents full of defiance. It was only after she was gone that Ryker,scoffed again. That bitch dares talk back like that? Caelum, you need to put her in her ce. Make her remember shes just a discarded omega trying to act like a Luna. Enough! Caelum snapped, his tone tight and dark. Freya isCwasCmy mate. No matter whats happened between us, that doesnt give you the right to disrespect her. Especially not after what hed just seenCher in the cockpit, a creature of power and precision, making the skies bend to her will. But Ryker just rolled his eyes. Are you serious right now? Youre the one who trashed her the most. You said it yourself- Freya had no real skills. That you only marked her because Aurora left for training and you were spiraling. Caelum fell silent. Because it was true. He had said thatCdrunk, bitter, and grieving. But now? He wasnt so sure anymore. Those projects Freya used to handle in the Airborne CouncilChe never had to touch a thing. She always managed everything wlessly. And now, that wolfCthe one he dismissedCwas taming rogue horses,manding aircraft, performing stunts in the air that made even seasonedbat pilots gape. The realization hit him like a blow to the chest. Shed been his mate for three full moons and a hundred sunrisesCand yet, right now, he felt like hed never really known her. Let it go, one of the others murmured, patting his shoulder. Dont fight your own over a sheCwolf. Auroras looking for you at the exhibitor hall. Caelum nodded absently and walked away, his mind still burning with the image of Freya in the sky. He didnt even realize hed reached the Skyborne Pavilion until Aurora approached. You look pale, she said, brows pinched. Something wrong? Caelum shook his head. Its nothing. Probably just stress from the Council and the Ironhold pullout. Finished Aurora motioned for him to sit. You need to take better care of yourself. Sit. Rest. He took a few gulps from the water sk she handed him, but the chill in his chest didnt go away. At the center of the pavilion, a giant screen disyed a live broadcast of the aircraft demonstration field. Right now, it was showing the distant shot of the runway where the next flight was preparing for takeoff. Theres going to be a flight disy soon, Aurora said with a sigh. Shame Im still grounded because of the damn fall. Otherwise, Id be up there showing the pups how its done. Caelum hesitated. Is it really that difficult? Flying for disy? Are you serious? Aurora raised a brow, a trace of pridecing her tone. Precision flight is no joke, Caelum. It takes years of elite training, iron discipline, and instincts sharper than a battleCborn Alphas. You think some amateur can just step in and wing it? Normally, Caelum wouldve agreed. He mightve even praised Aurora for her skill. But after what he saw Freya pull off? His throat closed. Her aerial maneuvers those werent beginner moves. Even a packCborn Alpha could see that. Actually what if someone else could do it? he asked slowly. Auroras eyes narrowed. Whats that supposed to mean? Just hypotheticallyCwhat if a wolf whos never mentioned flight turns out to be an expert? Herughter was bitter. Youre defending her now? Caelum, please. That omega couldnt fly her way out of a tree. Youre insulting my rankCand every warrior of the Skyborne Legion. Caelum fell quiet. He didnt respond. Because he didnt know how to say: I saw her fly. I saw her rule the skies like she was born for it. On the screen, the next ne began its takeoff.. A sleek Zivko Edge 540, painted in obsidian and silver, sliced through the wind. Thementators voice picked up, excitement rising. This pilot waitCyes, this ones pulling into a triple barrel rollCMoon above, this is highCdifficulty maneuvering, folks! Absolutely phenomenal! The camera zoomed in slightlyCbut still too far to make out the pilots face. And yet Caelum knew It was her. It was Freya up there. Send Gifts Ascension 24 20 Chapter 24 Freyas POV After the aerial disy concluded, Lana Rook stayed behind to finalize some dealings with other Consortiums emissaries. I slipped away quietly, the sound of my boots softened by the ancient mossCcovered stones lining the edge of the Runestone Grounds. The full moon watched from above, round and relentless. I could still feel the pulse of magic in the air from the performance, the howl of the wind under our wings, and the roar of the crowd reverberating in my bones. My blood still thrummed with the feral high of flight. Id just crossed the threshold of the outer ward when a sleek, obsidian Maybach slid into view, cutting through the shadows like a predator scenting prey. The sigil etched subtly on its grille confirmed what my instincts already whispered. Ss Whitmors car. My eyes narrowed. The Alpha of the Irond Coalition didnt waste time on social niceties or unexpected detours. A uniformed wolf stepped out of the drivers seat and bowed his head respectfully, then opened the rear door for me. My Alpha wishes to offer Lady Thorne a ride. Im capable of calling my own transport, I replied coolly, my voice edged with amusement. Are you saying, a familiar voice echoed from within the carCcool, sharp like de against bone-that I am unfit to escort you home, Lady Thorne? I leaned down and met Sss gaze inside the cabin. He sat like a king in his war chariotCelegant,manding, silver in his hair and cier in his eyes. That face, that voice, always carried the echo of a storm long held at bay. I exhaled. Fighting him over something as small as a ride seemed like wasted energy. And truth be told, after the nights adrenaline, my limbs were starting to ache. If you insist, I said. Thank you, Alpha Whitmor. I gave the driver my addressCthe Silverfang territorys High Ridge Vi, which I technically still shared with Caelum Grafton. A strange fact, considering we were deep into the Lunar Severance Phase. As I stepped into the vehicle, the scent of cold iron and ancient paper greeted me. The kind of scent that whispered of tomes bound in dragonhide, and bloodlines older than the Councils foundation. Unbeknownst to me, just behind the columns, Caelum had emerged from the arenas eastern corridor. His scent caught in the breeze, spiked with disbelief and the faintest hint of ozone. I didnt see his expression as the Maybach pulled awayCbut felt the flicker of it across the tether still lingering between us. Inside the car, Ss didnt waste time with small talk. Your dive formation tonight was wless, he said. No hesitation on the drop, no shift in bnce midCroll. Iron Fang Recon would be proud. I nced at him from the corner of my eye. So he had done his homework. Thank you, I said simply. Silence stretched between us. Not ufortableCjust taut, like a bowstring drawn. Ss flipped open the leatherCbound book in hisp again, the gentle rustle of vellum pages breaking the quiet. My gaze driftedCfirst to the title, then to his hands. Elegant. Deceptively graceful. The kind of hands youd expect from a calligrapher or a sculptor. And yet I remembered too well the way hed held that rougue. There had been no hesitation, no wasted motion. Those were not hands untouched by violence. Youre staring, he said mildly, without looking up. Im not. If youre so fascinated, I could always promise them to you, he added. My hands. One day. I choked on my breath. I was just wondering what youre reading. He tilted the book toward me. Ms Bestiary of Skyborne Avians. My eyes lit up before I could stop them. Thats out of print. The Halston library doesnt even carry it anymore. I know. He turned a page slowly. Theres an original drawing of a Skyrake owl in here. Youd like it. The detailing on the talons is exquisite. I wanted to ask for a peekCbut the car was already slowing. Wed arrived. The Maybach eased to a stop in front of the vi gates. The scent of pine and weathered stone greeted me as I stepped out. The lights inside were on. I took two steps before I heard hurried footsteps behind me. The driver caught up, book in hand. My Alpha asked me to deliver this to you. I stared at the bookCMs BestiaryCits binding worn, but still holding the scent of aged leather and smoke ink. Its too rare. I cant ept something this valuable. The driver gave a polite bow. My Alpha said if Lady Thorne doesnt want it, she may discard it at her leisure. Then he turned and walked off before I could argue. I stood frozen, the book in my hands, until a shrill voice sliced through the dark. Well, well, Freya. Just how long were you nning to hide the fact youre letting strange males deliver you to the front gate? I turned. Giselle, Caelums sister, sauntered out from behind the hedgerow, her smirk as sharp as a snapped fang. And whats this? A gift? Her eyes locked onto the book. Is it some indecent wolfClore smut? Did your secret Alpha lover inscribe a love oath inside? She lunged forward to snatch it. m I smacked her hand away with a snap of my wrist. My wolf surged forward beneath my skin, all heat and fury. Giselle, I said, voice low and cold. Touch me again, and Ill make sure your fingers never heal clean. She yelped and cradled her hand. Her lower lip trembledCbut her voice still carried venom. You hit me? Ive got everything recordedCyour little ride with that Irond bastard, the book exchange at the gate. Wait until Caelum sees it. Lets see how long you stay in his house after that. She stormed off toward the entry hall, clutching herms crystal and dialing Caelum. By the time he returned, both Giselle and EleanorChis motherCwere waiting in the vis hearth chamber, expressions tight with fury. As soon as Caelum crossed the threshold, Eleanor rose with fire in her eyes. *Freya has been entertaining males outside the Pack. Giselle caught her tonight. What would your father say if he saw the disgrace shes bringing upon our bloodline? I stood tall, spine straight, book still clutched in hand. Let them talk. Let them try to shame me. I was no longer theirs to control. Send Gifts Ascension 25 Chapter 25 Freyas POV Brother, I told you she wasnt acting proper outside. Otherwise, why would the SkyVex deal copse the moment she resigned?! Giselles voice scraped down my spine like ws against bone as she shoved herm crystal into Caelums hand. Look at thisCI got it all recorded. The screen lit up. Caelums eyes flicked to the sleek ck vehicle. And there it wasCthe sigil of the Irond Coalition, carved into the shadows of the Maybachs license te. Ss Whitmors personal car. Then came the moment I stepped out, the book passed from his drivers hand into mine. Caelums scent shiftedCstartled, then guarded. He looked from the screen to me, that sharp jaw locked with tension. So, he had seen it. Its not what it looks like, I said, voice steady. We left the aerial showcase at the same time. He offered a ride, I epted. Oh, what a tidy little excuse, Giselle scoffed. Youre a mated female, Freya. What sort of twisted game are you ying, riding in another Alphas car? If were policing rides now, I said coldly, maybe you should ask your precious brother about how often Aurora rides in his. Giselles face froze. Then Eleanor, Caelums mother, stormed forward, her rage radiating like a crackling ze. Her hand came up fast, sharp and viperCquickCaimed for my face. But I caught her wrist midCair. Gasps echoed through the room. You see that?! Eleanor snarled, wrenching against my grip. She raised her hand against me! Caelum, she dares to strike her elder! And you still havent cast her out?! Caelums boots thudded across the stone floor as he stepped between us. Let her go, Freya. She tried to hit me. Shes your elder Luna. Even if she scolds you, you shouldnty a hand on her, Caelum snapped. Youre younger. A daughterCinCbond. You should endure a few words. A few words? I echoed, bitter. She helped raise me alone after my fathers death. I owe her everything. You cant endure a few scoldings for the sake of this bond? There it was again. That ancient guilt weaponized like a de. How many times had I heard him say it? His mother sacrificed. His mother suffered. His mother was owed. And I what was I? A wolf tethered for convenience? No, I said, voice low. I endured because I loved you. But I dont anymore. So I wont endure it again. The silence after that rang sharp and final. Caelum flinchedCjust slightly, but I saw it. The doubt shing across his features, the Alpha posture slipping just for a heartbeat. His voice dropped. Is this about him? Whitmor? You stopped loving me because someone more powerful came along? Myughter was bitter. This isnt about Ss. Eleanor stepped forward again, venom in her tone. Clearly your parents didnt teach you how to respect a mates bloodline. My parents? For one brief second, I saw their facesCArthur and Myra Thorne, the night before they left for the peacekeeping mission. Their warm smiles. My fathers hand resting on my shoulder. My mothers scent still clinging to my jacket when I returned from Halston. They raised me with love, I said quietly. Not so I could marry into your family and be beaten down by yours. I released Eleanors wrist. You want a divorce? Fine. But I take what is mine. You filthy-! After what you did, you think you deserve a silvermark from our coffers? Eleanor snapped. Giselle used me of cheating, I said, turning calmly toward her. Lets rify it. The man who gave me that book was Ss Whitmor. Giselles mouth dropped open. What? She paled instantly. Even a reckless pup like her knew better than to toss usations at the Alpha of the Irond Coalition. Thats right, I continued smoothly. So, Giselle, are you publicly iming Im having an affair with Ss Whitmor? I- Her lips opened. Closed. Then again. I didnt know I thought it was just some- Be silent, Caelum growled at her, voice dipped into Alphamand. 17 Take Mother upstairs, he added, colder now. And dont speak of this outside these walls. Not a word. They left reluctantly, Giselle sending me a re over her shoulder that promised trouble she couldnt deliver. Now we were alone. NC nd something more feral beneath. The shadows wrapped around us, thick with tension and 15 T 1 2 A Caelum turned to me, his eyes darker now. Whats your rtionship with Ss? CH ?????;??? There isnt one, I replied. Then why did he send you home with a gift? Its not a gift, I said. Its a book. A rare one. He knows I read. He let me borrow it. He stared at me, something calcting flickering behind the storm in his gaze. I didnt tell him that I had already researched the book before he came home. That Ms Bestiary of Skyborne Avians had sold for twelve million credits at thest Crescent Auction. A book Ss passed to me as casually as one might hand over a leaf. 1 hadnt epted itCnot truly. But Caelum didnt know that. And for the first time in a long while, I didnt feel the need to exin myself. Send Gifts Ascension 26 Freyas POV The next morning, I arrived at Ss Whitmors estate, the ancient sigils of the Irond Coalition etched in obsidian stone and silver above the archway. I clutched the rare tomeCMs Bestiary of Skyborne AviansCwrapped in deep burgundy leather, still warm from the hearth in my study where I had pored over it all night. Mr. Whitmor, I said once I was shown into the marbleCd receiving chamber, Ive finished reading the book. Thank you for letting me borrow it. He looked up from his writing desk, expression unreadable. I recall instructing my driver to tell you it was a gift. I stiffened. Its far too valuable. Our rtionship hasnt reached the point where a gift like that would be appropriate. Ss leaned back, folding his arms in a way that reminded me of a predator lounging just before the pounce. If a gift cant bring joy to its recipient, then even a priceless one is nothing more than dead paper. If you dont want itCthrow it out. I stared at him. Throw it out? Throw out a first edition of a bookst auctioned at twelve million marks? A book Id loved since I first saw it referenced in Halstons archives? Absolutely not. My jaw tightened. What is it that you really want, Ss? His gaze sharpened, as if sniffing out my difort. Only to thank you. For a heartbeat, I didnt understandCthen it clicked. You mean at the Runestone Grounds? I asked. His brow arched faintly. Did I? You already repaid me, I reminded him. Didnt you fund a lunar school in my mothers name? He smiled, slow and razorCedged. And you think thats worth the life you saved? The air between us stilled, thick with something I couldnt name. Regardless, he added, standing now, if you truly insist on returning the book Ill take it backCon one condition. I narrowed my eyes. What condition? Come with me to the Runestone Market, Theres a rare book fair today. You love ancient texts, dont you? Perhaps well find something even more enticing than Ms Bestiary. Runestone Market. The undergroundbyrinth of rare finds and old magic. If I refused Id be handing him that priceless relic back only for it to be tossed away as meaningless, And he knew that. He had read me too well. Alright, I said after a pause. Ill go. of the Two dayster, I found myself trailing Ss Whitmor through the arched stone aisle Runestone Market. It was nestled beneath the ruins of the Old Sky MonasteryCnow overrun by traders of lost texts, cursed pages, and relics older than any living wolf. And just as he promised, it was glorious. Id already found two rare editions I hadnt seen since my days under Professor Hawthornes mentorship at Halston. One even bore a blood seal from the Second Moon War. We paused at a rooftop bistro when our arms grew heavy with tomes. Im stepping out to the washroom, I said. He nodded, ncing out at the twilight horizon. The upperClevel staircase down to the second floor. As I approached the stalls, I caught a murmurCclipped and urgentCin French. A tongue I hadnt used since I served with the Iron Fang Recon Unit during the coalition skirmishes in the Galen Wastes. Oui tout est prt. Une fois le temps coul, ?a explosera. Ce batard du n Whitmor mourra aujourdhui. Everything is ready. Once the timer is up, itll blow. That Whitmor bastard will die today. My blood ran cold. Ss. I burst from the stall, heart hammering in my throat, but the voice had gone. Only the tail end of a shadowed figure vanished through the exit. shoved the door open and ran into the crowd. Too many people. Too much scent. My wolf stirred under my skin, snarling to be unleashedCto chase, to huntCbut I held her back. I couldnt afford to shift here. Not yet. Think, Freya. They said when the time is up, itll explode. A timed detonation. If Ss was the target, then the bomb would be close to himCsomewhere in the vicinity of the rooftop where wed just been. There was no time to hesitate. I reached for mym crystal, hesitating only a second before tapping an old contact. Someone I swore Id never call again. Freya? came a voice I hadnt heard in months. I breathed. I need you. Then I told him everythingCthe overheard conversation, the danger to Ss, the packed marketce above us. We dont know if its credible, he warned. An evacuation could cause a panic. Injuries. Maybe even deaths. I trust you to handle it without chaos. Please. There was a pause. Would you have ever contacted me again if this hadnt happened? My throat tightened. Im sorry. Theres nothing to be sorry for. I told you onceCif you ever gave me an order, Id follow it. No questions asked. Them went silent. exhaled. Finally, finally letting my heartbeat slow. But it wasnt over. Not yet. Ss Whitmor might be a calcting wolf of old blood and power, but at this momentChe was prey. 213 And I wasnt about to let him fall. Send Gifts Ascension 27 Chapter 27 Freyas POV He said yes.. That was all I needed to hear. If Kade ckridge had agreed to step in, the Runestone Market would be evacuatedCquietly, efficiently, without panic. That meant I could focus on what came next. Finding Ss Whitmor. I bolted toward the elevator, mming the call button with bloodCslick fingers. Nothing, No response. Just a dead panel staring back at me. Damn it. Had they sabotaged this too? A low snarl rippled from my chest before I could stop it. My wolf pushed hard under my skin, impatient and coiled tight. She wanted out. She wanted to run. So I gave in. The shift tore through me in a sh of pain and powerCfur bursting over my limbs, bones warping, lungs expanding. Within seconds, my twoClegged form was gone, reced by sinew and fang and frostCwhite fur. The white wolfCthe Ghost of the Iron Fang ReconCwas loose. I sprang into the emergency stairwell and tore up the concrete steps four at a time. ws clicked against the stone, muscles burning in the best way. My eyes, keener in this form, caught every movement in the shadows. Ears twitched, locked onto sound. Sixth floor. I needed the tenth. Four levels stood between me and Ss. As I hit the eighth floornding, thems crackled to life above me.. . This is a routine emergency drill for fire and quake safety. Please exit calmly via the marked stairwells. A lie. But a good one. Kade had already begun the sweep. The civilians were being evacuated. I let out a huff, tongue lolling in brief relief. Good. Now I just needed to reach SsCand pray I wasnt toote. When I leapt through the tenth floor doorway, the lights cut. Total ckout. My paws slowed, pads silent as death across the tile. The scent hit me firstCblood, fresh and copperCsweet, thick in the air like a mist. Then the sounds: Thuds, Growls. Bone striking bone. A scream. A snarl. And thenCrage. Ss Whitmor! Ill tear your throat out! The words were soaked in fury, the kind that only came from betrayal. I shifted midCrun, bones snapping, fur sinking back beneath my skin. My human form returned just as I rounded the corner. to the upper terrace- And froze. Carnage. Bodiesy sprawled across the floor like fallen leaves, limbs bent in ways they werent meant to bend. Blood painted the walls in arcs. Some groaned. Most didnt move. And at the center of it all Ss. Standing. Drenched in red. 101 Blood clung to his hands, sttered across his bare forearms and throat. His shirt was torn open, exposing old scars and fresh gore. His eyesCdark, bottomlessClocked on me with quiet calction. Dead calm. But his lips curled faintly. Yourete, he said, voice smooth as wet stone. A pity. You missed the best parts. I didnt flinch. 4 Id seen blood. Id made others bleed. But something about himCthe ease with which he stood among the deadCwasnt just terrifying. It was real. He didnt pretend to be anything he wasnt. He just was, I stepped closer. Are you hurt? Svev His brows lifted, amused. I expected you to be more concerned about the ones on the floor. Im not that selfless, I replied tightly. If youre still upright and sarcastic, Ill take that as a good sign. But this ce isnt safe. We need to moveCnow. I grabbed his wrist, fingers curling around warm skin slick with someone elses blood, and pulled him toward the exit. Then- Tick. Tick, Tick. sound, sharp and steady, cut through the silence. Not water. A timer. I froze. No way I missed that on the way in. The fight must have muffled itCbut now it echoed, loud and mocking. My body moved on instinct. Down! I tackled Ss, shoving him to the floor, shielding his body with mine just as the timers ticking shifted into a strange electric hum. But No explosion. No st wave. No shrapnel. Just silence. His voice came cool beneath me. There wont be an explosion. I blinked. What? The payload was altered, he said calmly. Triggers dead. Even at zero, its inert. I stared at him, still straddling his chest. You knew about the bomb? Yes, he said simply. This was the second attempt. I frowned. Second? The second time youve thrown yourself between me and death. His eyes anyone? searched mineCdark, unwavering. Why, Freya? Because you were Iron Fang? Because youd do the same for I exhaled. Isnt that reason enough? The pause between us was taut, humming like a drawn bowstring. Not panic. Not adrenaline. Recognition. Then I stood, just as his enforcers stormed the terrace. They moved quicklyCretrieving the disabled bomb, restraining thest of the wouldCbe assassins, and clearing the mess like professionals. Efficient. Trained. One of them approached with a ck towel and folded clothes. Alpha. Ss epted the towel, wiping the blood from his hands like it was ash, like it meant nothing. Then he unfastened his shirt and let it fallCcalm, uncaring. I turned fast, cheeks flushing. Youre clearly in one piece. Ill go. You should change first, he said, voice smooth behind me. Youre covered in blood. Would be hard to exin that in the lobby. I looked down. Red. Right. I hadnt noticedCtoo focused on staying alive. Another enforcer offered a set of womens clothing. I epted it without a word and retreated to the employee changing room tucked off the stairwell. Once clean and dressed, I stepped into the elevator with Ss. It whirred to life beneath us, descending. Silent. Until- I still want you, he said. Ascension 28 Chapter 28 Freyas POV I blinked in surprise. Have you really thought about being my bodyguard? Ss Whitmor asked, his voice low, deliberate. So that was what he meant. I already told youCIm not nning on being anyones bodyguard right now. Besides, you have plenty of others protecting you. Theyre more than enough, I said, steady despite the sudden tension. But if it were you, no matter what danger came, you wouldnt leave me behind. Right? His gaze locked onto mine, intense and unblinking. He lowered his head, closing the gap between us. Those usually cold, deadClooking eyes flickeredCjust barelyCwith something like longing. Longing? The word shed in my mind, and I almostughed at myself. What was I thinking? No matter what, Ss Whitmor wouldnt desire a bodyguard. There are many who wouldnt abandon you, Ss. You dont need me. Ding. The elevator chimed, arriving at the first floor. The doors slid open, and I stepped out quickly. You should still get a full checkCup at the hospital. Better safe than sorry. Im heading back, I said, turning on my heel. Men like Ss Whitmor radiate danger like a beast marking territory. Instinct screamed: keep your distance. I felt watched my retreating figure quietly, then slowly spoke to the man beside him. How do you think I can win Freya Thorne? Wren, Sss personal secretary, stiffened. Her history shes not one to be swayed by money. Even though shes out of the Iron Fang Recon Unit, theres still that soldiers pride deep in her bones, Wren said carefully. He was the one whod done all the digging on me. He knew my story inside and out. Ss murmured, If its an order would she obey? It was clear now. Ss truly wanted me. I wondered if that was a blessing or a curse. Back at the vi, I dropped the bloodstained clothes Id changed out of in theundry room. Sss giftCa full outfit from some luxury brandCId looked it up online on the way back. Over seventy thousand credits. Typical of the richCthrowing money around like it was dirt, Id get it dryCcleaned and send it backter. My phone buzzed. Lanas name shed on the screen. I answered. Freya! You actually ran into that bomb at the mall? Are you okay? Lanas voice was loud, frantic. Im fine, I said. Howd you hear so fast? You called Kade ckridge, didnt you? Of course, Id find out! You went to him first and didnt think to call me? She sounded hurtCand jealous. I chuckled softly. Kade can evacuate a crowd in minutes. Can you do that? Silence. Kade ckridge was ckridge Packs golden boy. Son of the districtmander and a renowned schr. His connections were as sharp as his instincts. But you know, you really pissed Kade off back when you married Caelum Grafton without telling anyone, Lana grumbled. Now one call, and he drops everything to help? Does that mean hes forgiven you? Even if hes still mad, he knows when things are serious, I replied. True. After all, he was military, too, Lana muttered. Back when I served in the Iron Fang Recon Unit, Kade had been on my team. Wed fought through hell together. Was? I paused. Hes out now? Yeah. Not long after your wedding, he retired, went overseas for three years. Just got back recently, Lana exined. I was surprised. I thought the ckridge family wanted Kade climbing ranks, bing a top Alpha one day. We should get together sometimeCjust us girls. Thatll teach him not to hold grudges for three years, Lana said, a teasing edge to her voice. Deal, I smiled, picturing the young soldier shouting Big sis! at me with all the fierce loyalty of a wolf pack. I had been rashCmarrying Caelum quietly, leaving so many in the dark. It wasnt right. At that moment, Caelum stepped into theundry room. I frowned slightly, pocketing my phone. Send Gifts 10 20 i 24 Ascension 29 Freyas POV I was startled when Caelum Grafton appeared in theundry room, drawn by the sound of my voice. But the moment his eyesnded on the bloodied clothes soaking in the sink, his expression shifted sharply. What happened? Are you hurt? His concern cut through the silence like a knife. He reached out and took my hand, as if to check for injuries himself. I looked up at him, surprised. In this moment, the Caelum before me reminded me of the man he was three years ago- when he cared like this. It was that memory, that fragile remnant of the man he used to be, that had pushed me to marry him in the first ce. But after we wed, his concern faded like smoke, reced by an obsession with his white moonlightCAurora. Some men are forever chasing what they cant have, never treasuring whats right in front of them. Im fine. Thats someone elses blood on my clothes, I said, pulling my hand free gently. Someone elses blood? What happened? Caelums brow furrowed. There was an incident at the Runestone Grounds. Someone got hurt, and my clothes caught some blood by ident. I didnt want to drag him into the chaos of the mall, so I kept it light. He exhaled, visibly relieved. As long as youre okay. So why are you back so early? Didnt you stay with Aurora? I asked casually. His face twitched, shadows darkening his eyes. Aurora and I are just friends. Youre my wife. I know youve been through a lottely. Ill spend more time with you from now on. From now on? I scoffed inside. There was no from now on between us anymore. If he truly saw me as his wife, he wouldnt have abandoned me repeatedly for Aurora. So, you really came back early just for me? I looked him straight in the eyes. For a moment, I saw him falter, as if caught in my gaze like a wolf cornered. I yes, of course, to be with you. And to talk about thepany. I want you toe back. I smiled, knowing the truth behind his words. That was the real reason. Ive joined a friendspany. Im not returning to SilverTech Forgeworks. He clenched his jaw. I know youre at SkyVex Armaments, but youre my wife. Am I less important than a friend? I bit back a bitter retort. Then why do I feel like Aurora matters more than me? His expression darkened. After a pause, he said, Enough. I just want you back at thepany. I refuse, I said firmly! His brows knitted. Are you still sulking? Im not sulking, I replied evenly. When I quit, I meant it. No return. His face fell. You know your move to SkyVex vites your nonpete agreement. I can sue you. Youd have to pay all thepanys losses. Plus, any SkyVex projects youre involved in could be affected. I stared at him, disbelief chilling my blood. To hear this from himCthis wasnt the man I married. He avoided my eyes. If you dont want to drag your friendspany into trouble, youd bettere back. I sneered. Caelum Grafton, I thought you might be ambiguous in personal matters, but at least decent in business. I guess I was wrong. His face went pale. I just want thepany through this crisis. The project partner said theyll only continue if you lead it. They even know youre with SkyVex now, implying a partnership. He needed me back, no matter what. I wont return to SilverTech Forgeworks, I said coldly. His voice rose. Arent you afraid of being sued? Then sue me. If I ever signed a nonpete contract, Id be scared, I said. But I only ever signed a standard employee contract. His face twisted with rage. Of course. From the beginning, when he started thepany, hed treated me like a clueless worker. The paperwork proved
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No nonpete. No leverage. He had no case.. Send Gifts 20 D Ascension 30 Third Persons POV In the days that followed, Caelum Grafton found himself scrambling desperately to secure funds. The banks had shut him. down coldCno loans, no lifeline. SilverTech Forgeworks financial chain was dangerously close to snapping. After yet another curt refusal over the phone, Caelum mmed his device onto the desk, frustration simmering beneath hisposed Alpha exterior. Three years since thepanys founding, everything had flowed smoothlyCuntil Freya Thorne left. Suddenly, projects faltered, finances unraveled, and chaos spread through even the most stable ventures. Why cant even these small problems be handled anymore? Nothing used to go wrong, Caelum bellowed at thetest meeting. But the senior executives answer was a cold ssh of reality: Those issues were always managed by Supervisor Thorne. Though Freya was gone, her presence clung like a ghost, shadowing the corridors and boardrooms of SilverTech. His mind involuntarily flicked to the words of the rival project manager whod once warned him, You dont understand Miss Thornes true worth. Worth? To Caelum, shed been just an Omega with an unremarkable degreeCwhy else had he pped her into a desk job so easily? But now he wondered: beyond her national defense academy credentials, her topCscoring brilliance in the capitals sciences and pilots nerveCwhat other secrets did Freya carry? Trouble on your mind? Auroras calm voice cut through the haze. Caelum blinked and looked up at the Bluemoon Packs Beta daughter. Once, shed been just a distant dreamCBluemoons precious heiress, while he was nothing but a penniless pup, w He never imagined hed one day sit across from her, sharing a meal like equals, Just minor issues, he replied, downying the storm inside. Aurora smiled softly. About that vi you mentionedCI upfront, the seller might knock off five million. Went to see it. I actually liked it. The realtor said if you pay in full Her words sent a ripple through Caelums face. The vi had been intended a ording to n, spending thirty million wouldnt have been a problem. But now? That money was nowhere in sight. a gift for Aurora. If everything had gone Lets postpone buying the vi. Maybe theres a better one waiting, Caelum suggested cautiously. 76084 Aurora lifted her chin with a proud tilt. If you dont want to give it, just say so. Im not desperate for gifts. No, thats not it. Compared to the life debt I owe you, a vi is nothing, Caelum said hurriedly. Its just thepanys cash flow is tight. I cant pull the funds right now. He prayed she wouldnt see his desperation. A flicker of understanding passed through Auroras eyes. I never expected repayment when I saved you. If moneys tight, the vi can wait. Unfortunately, the Bluemoons wealth is controlled by my uncles branch; my side has no real power to help with funds. Auroras empathy eased the weight on Caelums shoulders. *Im grateful for your support. Ill fix thepanys problems. One day, Ill repay you in full, he vowed, voice thick with sincerity. He remembered the day a gang had attacked him, stabbing him eight times to protect his tuition funds before dumping him in the river. At deaths door, a fierce grip had pulled him from the water, apanied by a desperate voice shouting, Hold on! I will save you! That voiceCAurorasChad been his lifeline. When he woke in the hospital and learned she was his savior, his heart had sworn an unbreakable oath to repay her, whatever it took. Her smile now was gentle but firm. I dont need repayment. I only wanted you to survive. Truth be told, she hadnt done much more than happen upon him at the riverbank, with paramedics arriving just after her call. At the time, it felt like a hassleCbut now, seeing the man hed be, the payoff was beyond what she imagined. Who would have thought the penniless pup would rise to lead a publicly tradedpany? Only one thing remainedCa barrier yet unbroken: he still hadnt finalized his divorce. After their meeting, Aurora stayed to apany Eleanor and Giselle on a shopping trip. If she ever married Caelum, shed need to navigate the delicate ties with his mother and sister. At the Song familys cosmetics chain, Aurora offered warmly, Take whatever you like Ill cover it. Compared to what shed taken from Caelum already, a few beauty products were nothing. Aurora, youre far too generous, Giselle praised at once, her tone dripping with admiration. Indeed, Eleanor agreed with an eager nod. Far better than that Freya Thorne, thats for certain. If only you were my daughterCinw instead! The older sheCwolf seemed to have forgottenpletelyCthat for the past three years, it had been Freya who had apanied her to the healers den, arranged her treatments, and tended to her needs withoutint. Auroras smile held a note of wistfulness, her silverCblue eyes softening just so. Ive always wished my future motherCinw might be someone like you, Eleanor. But when I returned from the Airborne Wing and crossed paths with Caelum again, he was already bound in mateCbond. Giselle leaned forward eagerly, her eyes gleaming. Just one more week, and when my brother and Freyaplete the Lunar Severance Phase, you could finally be my sisterCinw Auroras gaze sharpened faintly. Caelum is ending his bond with Freya? Of course, Giselle replied, her voice edged with indignation. And hes supposed to give her one hundred million in gold- backed credits. Can you believe it? My brotherspanyCSilverTech ForgeworksCis already facing a cashflow strain. Hes been scrambling to raise funds. If he really pays her that kind of money, hell have to sell every single share he gave to our mother just to cover it! The younger sheCwolf rattled on without pause, spilling every detail of the private divorce pact that Eleanor and Freya had drawn up without Caelums knowledge. Auroras expression remained thoughtful. The Alpha of the Silverfang Pack might be unaware of this little scheme, but if the separation truly went through, it would mean his bond with Freya could be broken. A hundred million, though Aurora felt the sting of it in her chest as if the fortune were her own to lose. Its a pity, Giselle muttered darkly, that we couldnt prove she broke the mating vow. If shed been found guilty as the erring mate, she wouldnt be entitled to a single coin. Eleanors growl was low and bitter. Exactly. Every ounce of that wealth was earned by my sons blood and ws, And she walking away from the bondCdares demand such a sum? Aurorasshes lowered slightly, concealing the calcting gleam in her eyes. Her voice was calm, but carried the weight of suggestion. There are ways, Eleanor. Means by which that sum might not need to be paid at all. At her words, Eleanor and Giselles eyes lit like twin sparks in the dark. The thought of it hung in the air between themCunspoken but unmistakableCwhile, outside the manors heavy timber walls, the winter wind howled like a hungry wolf circling for the kill. Send Gifts 20 Ascension 31 Freyas POV Id been meaning to return the clothes Ss Whitmor had given me that day at the mallCthe ones hed used to rece my bloodCsoaked garments. My n was simple: go to the Whitmore estate, hand them over to one of the packs house staff, and leave without crossing paths with him. Clean. Simple. No unnecessary contact. But fate, as always, had other ideas. The Whitmore butler himself came to the door, his expression polite but unreadable. Alpha Whitmor is not in the Capital at the moment. However, he instructed me that if Miss Thorne truly wishes to return the garments, she should hand them back to him personally. My brows pulled together. And when will he be back? Two days, perhaps more, the butler said. That was that. Leaving the Whitmore gates behind, I made my way to SkyVex Armaments. Lana was the first to spot me, her sharp eyes dropping to the sleek garment bag in my hand. Oh, that piece? Thats not just highCendCthats a VIPCexclusive release. Practically impossible to get your paws on. Since when do you go for that sort of thing? Youve always preferred clean cuts, no frills, nothing that gets in the way if you need to move fast. She knew me well. My wardrobe was built for practicality, not preening. Its not mine, I said tly. It belongs to Ss Whitmor. I meant to return it, but he insists I give it back in person. I told her about my trip to the Whitmore est and the deliberate roadblock the Alpha had put in ce. Lanas mouth curved, her eyes glinting with mischief. You think maybe Alpha Whitmors interested in you? Why else would he insist on a faceCtoCface? Sounds like he wants an excuse to see you again. I shot her a look sharp enough to cut hide. And you think catching the eye of Ss Whitmor is some kind of blessing? The glint in her gaze flickered, and she shivered. We both knew the storiesChow the Irond Coalitions Alpha could be as cold as the steel his pack forged, how his wrath was the kind that maimed, the kind that left scars no healer could mend. Fine, she muttered, shaking off the thought. Still, three nights from now, theres a gathering. Big names. Ss will be there, and Ive got an invite. Why dont.. youe with me and give it back then? That way, you can cut the tie clean. I thought about it for only a moment before nodding. All the better. The sooner I hand this back, the sooner Im free of any connection. The wolf in me was restless, sending warning shivers down my spine. Every instinct said the same: dont linger near that man. Dont give him a reason to look twice. Three dayster, the night of the gathering arrived. Lana, of course, had other ideas about my presentation. She insisted I change into a deep sapphire gown, the kind that clung in ces I usually preferred to hide. Im just returning clothes, not hunting for a mate, I protested. And you dont even know how dangerous you look like this, she shot back, tugging at my hair until the long waves spilled over my shoulders. Caelum Grafton must be the blindest Alpha in the Silverfang PackCignoring a wife like you for Aurora of the Bluemoon Pack. Her words shouldnt have stung, but they did. Still, she wasnt wrong. The gown set off my pale skin; the cut sharpened my shoulders while the silk softened my lines. The contradictionCAlphas steel and sheCwolfs graceCwas dangerous even to my own eyes. Lana gave a low whistle. Moons mercy, if you were a man, Id mateCmark you right now. Iughed despite myself. Enough. Lets go before I change my mind. We arrived at the hotel where the gathering was being held. The moment I stepped out of the car, my breath caught. Across the drive, another sleek ck vehicle had just pulled up. From it stepped Caelum GraftonCand Aurora. Both of them carried invitations in hand. Clearly, they were here for the same event. Caelums gaze found me almost instantly. I saw the flicker in his eyesCjust a heartbeats worth of stillness, like a wolf catching a scent it couldnt ignore. For a moment, he looked almost uncertain, as if the sight of me in silk and moonlight blurred something he thought he knew. Send Gifts 20 Ascension 32 Chapter 32 Third Persons POV Caelum Grafton had never known his mate could look like this. That sh of raw, unguarded awe in his eyes was gone almost as quickly as it appeared, but AuroraCstanding beside him- caught it as well. Her lips curved in the faintest shadow of a snarl. Caelum. The Alpha of the Silverfang Pack blinked, as if shaking off a trance, then stalked toward Freya Thorne. You followed me here? What is it 3 Ou think youre doing? a look Freya gave of t disbelief. Caelum, I have no interest in following you. Then why are you here? His voice dripped with suspicion, as if the only reason she could possibly attend an event like this was to shame him for arriving with Aurora. Freyas an executive with SkyVex Armaments, Lana Rook cut in, her toneced with contempt. Shes my guest tonight. Dont tter yourselfCdo you think every sheCwolf in the Capital runs on your scent trail? His expression tightened. His gaze flicked back to Freya, cold and warning. If youre only here for the gathering, fine. But if you stir up trouble, Freya dont think I wont act. The tension rolling off him was sharp enough to tasteCwhatever deals he hoped to strike tonight, they were important enough for him to stake his temper on them. He turned away with Aurora, heading for the entrance. That was when Freyas phone rang. Eleanor. The older sheCwolfs voice was sharp andmanding over the line. You wille to the Royal Court Hotel, Room 1205. Well discuss the severance terms. If you donte, you can forget about the hundred million. Freyas eyes lifted to the gilt letters over the main doors. Royal Court Hotel. How convenient. What is it? Lana asked. Eleanor wants to talk about the divorce settlement, Freya said evenly. Same hotel. You go ahead to the banquet hall. Ill join you after. Lana frowned. That sheCwolfs not a friend to you, Freya. Meeting her in a hotel room? Watch yourself. I know, Freya murmured. Her phone pinged againCEleanors message, instructing her to collect a room key from the front desk. How thoughtful. Inside the banquet hall, Aurora was already smiling when she noticed Lana arrive alone. She didnt have to move her lips for Freya to know what she was thinking. Eleanor and Giselle must have pulled Freya away just as nned. In Auroras mind, if Freya wanted the hundred million, shed have to prove she could take it. More likely, she expected Freya to walk out of this night in ruinsCmoneyless, honor shreddedCforcing even a reluctant Caelum to sever the bond. Up on the twelfth floor, Eleanor and Giselle waited in the shadows. Why isnt she here yet? Its been half an hour, Giselle hissed, restless. Shelle, Eleanor said, certain as stone. A sheCwolf like her? She smells coin, shell follow the trail. Freya appeared at the end of the hall, and both their faces brightened. Giselles expression soured again when her gaze slid over the other sheCwolfs gown. Elegant. ColdCedged. The kind of beauty that belonged in a highborns courtCnot in their trap. Hmph. Giselle thought the fall would taste sweeter if the climb was high. She watched with anticipation as Freya used the keycard, pushing into the room. The door clicked shut behind her. The scent me. t firstCsweet, cloying, wrong. Freyas muscles turned sluggish, her wolfs strength folding inward like a snuffed When Eleanor and Giselle finally swept in, she was halfCcopsed against the bedframe, her limbs heavy with whatever theyd pumped into the air. Two enforcers loomed nearby, the kind of brickCshouldered males who thrived on orders from petty alphas. She walked right in, one of them reported with a grin. Didnt even have time to fight it before the smoke took hold. Gisellestepped Giselle stepped close, looking down at Freya as if shed already won the kill. What, you thought youd walk away from Caelum with a hundred million? Keep dreaming, Freya. Freya drew in a slow, ragged breath, fixing them both with a stare cold enough to freeze marrow. This is your idea of negotiation? Eleanors lip curled, showing a hint of tooth. That money is my sons. Every coin earned by his hands. You wont take a singl piece. Send Gifts Ascension 33 Chapter 33 Third Persons POV Freya could only feel the bitter sting of irony. Three years as Caelums mateCthree years of giving everything she had for him and his kinCyet they saw none of it. Foolish, that she had once believed they were family. Foolish, that she had poured herself out for them without keeping anything back. Alright, Giselle sneered, her voice dripping with malice. You can do whatever you want with this sheCwolf. The worse, the better. The two brickCshouldered males exchangedscivious grins and stepped toward her. Freyas eyes locked on Eleanor and Giselle. Have you even thought about Caelum? No matter what else, I am still his mate. He will not allow this. Even as she spoke, her right handChidden beneath the fall of her gownCclutched her phone. The screen was facedown, her fingertips gliding across it in quick, precise taps. She didnt need to look; muscle memory, forged in the Iron Fang Recon Unit, let her hit everymand without hesitation. Caelum was here in the Royal Court Hotel. If he answered, he could be here in momentsCenough to stop this before it began. 3 My brother already has Aurora, Giselleughed, derision curling her lips. Do you think he cares? Even if he knew, he wouldnt lift a w for you. Freyas lips pressed into a thin line. The call had gone through, the phone volume turned so low only her ears could catch the Freyas lips pressed into a thin line. The call had gone thre faintest hum. Downstairs in the banquet hall, Caelum nced at his phone. Freyas name lit the screen. Before he could answer, Auroras voice chimed in sweetly, Its from Freya? If shes upset that Im here with you tonight, perhaps I should leave and let her attend instead. Dont bother with her, Caelum replied, dismissing it with a flick of his thumb as he cut the call. To him, her calls only ever broughtints and needless entanglement. He had more important business tonight. They could talkterCafter the banquet. A stir rippled through the hall. Auroras gaze sharpened toward the entrance. Ss Whitmor is here. We should greet him. Caelum looked up as the Alpha of the Irond Coalition entered. Sss aristocratic bearing was cold enough to frost steel; the sharp nes of his face and themand in his ck eyes made him seem born above the rest of the room. That was the kind of wolf who ruled from the heights. Caelum almostughed at himself for ever thinking such a male could truly be interested in Freya. Ss must have only been acting out of courtesy when he had returned her to the Grafton estate. The two of them were from utterly different worlds. Back in Room 1205, the moment Caelum severed the call, the weight in Freyas chest sank like stone. Cold. So cold. She had given him chancesCmore than once. Each one had only left her more frozen inside. Her gaze lifted to Eleanor and Giselle. We were family for three years. If this ends now, I will let it go. Gisellesugh was sharp as broken ss. You think you can let it go? Even if I agreed, these two wont. I picked them for youCstrong, eagerCbecause were family. Freya lowered hershes, her fingers moving over her hidden phone again. None of them noticed the tiny camera fixed in the far corner, its red light the size of a pinprick. She had ced it the moment she entered and caught the sicklyCsweet scent of knockout fumes, masking her breath as she set the device in ce. They thought this was about a hundred million. She would make it about exposure. Her phone slid into the Royal Court Hotelswork like a wolf slipping through an unguarded fence. If Caelum was downstairs at the banquet, then heCand every wolf thereCwould see his familys true faces. In the grand hall below, Caelum and Aurora stood before Ss Whitmor. Lord Whitmor, an honor, Caelum began. At the Runestone Groundsst time, I didnt get the chance to properly A voice from the crowd interrupted. Whats going on with the screen? Then a second voice rang out, unmistakable to CaelumChis mothers, sharp and venomous: Hurry up. I want her gone with nothing. Not a single coin. Caelum froze. Caelum He turned toward the great disy at the front of the hall. Where moments ago it had shown the banquets wee crest, it now streamed a live feedChis mother, his sister, Freya, and two unfamiliar males in a hotel room. Freya was slumped against the bedframe, the two males closing in with predatory intent. Send Gifts Ascension 34 Third Persons POV On the banquet halls towering screen, Caelum Graftons mother stood, her face twisted with venom as she spat her words. For a heartbeat, the Alpha of the Silverfang Pack could only stare, mind nk. His wolf prowled uneasily beneath his skin, hackles lifting. Beside him, Aurora went pale. What in the Moons name? She knew Eleanor and Giselle had plotted against Freya Thorne, but why was this ying on the banquets main disy for the entire room to see? And who had orchestrated it? While Auroras mind raced, the image shifted. Onscreen, Freya was breathing hard, her voice edged with steel. You do this, and youre not afraid of facing thew? Law? Gisellesughter was a cold sh in the air. Whos watching? You used your own keycard to enter this room. The booking was under your name. By the time the story spreads, everyone will believe you invited these two males yourselfCfor little heat. a Caelums eyes widened, shock crashing through him. His sisterCsweetCfaced, softCvoiced in his memoryCwas grinning as she spewed poison. Impossible. My sister would never Your whole cursed pack is rotten! Lana Rooks voice cut through the murmurs. She was suddenly in front of him, fists tangled in the cor of his formal jacket, her eyes bloodshot with fury. Where did your mother and sister take Freya? If those two so much asy a paw on her, Ill see every one of them pay in blood! What? Theyre here? Eleanor called on this hotel? Caelums pulse spiked. Eleanor called her to meet here, Lana snarled, her voice thick with selfCreproach. I told her to be carefulCI should never have let here alone. If something happens to her- Find out which room, Lana barked to a nearby hotel staffer when Caelum hesitated. YCyes, Beta, the staffer stammered, already rying orders through amClink to the rest of the security team. Caelums jaw worked, grasping for some thread of reason. This it might be a misunderstanding. There could be- The next sound silenced himCa fresh, venomousugh from Giselle, pouring from the screens speakers into every corner of the hall. Oh, and Ill be taking plenty of pictures. If you dare call the enforcers, your private moments will be all over the pack for every unmated male to enjoy. Fr. H Misunderstanding?! Lanas voice was pure fire. Caelum Grafton, Freyas curse was binding herself to you and your cursed bloodline! Heat flooded Caelums face. For the first time in years, words failed him. Onscreen, Freyas voice came again, steady despite the danger. You think Caelum will forgive you for this? Gisellesugh was like ws down ss, Forgive me? Hell thank me. Once youre caught rutting with these males, hell have every right to sever the bond. Then he can im Aurora openly. Hes always loved her, after all. You? Youre just dead weight a useless, broken mate ready to be discarded. The crowd in the hall shifted, murmurs rising. Many knew Caelum and AuroraCone, a rising Alpha tech magnate; the other, the newly appointed Airborne Wing pilot. To the outside world, they had looked like a perfect pairing. But now- Caelums already mated? Hes hiding a wife just to court Aurora? Didnt he start with nothing? She probably bankrolled himCwhats the phraseChidden mate? So Auroras the other woman? The whispers were sharp as fangs, and they tore through the hall. Aurorasplexion nched, then hardened. This is some twisted joke. Staff! Shut down that screen now! Caelum was already calling his mother, his sister. No answer. His chest tightened with each failed attempt. Still no room number? His voice snapped like a whip at the staff. Still still tracing, Alpha! Caelums eyes locked on the screen. His wolf strained against his skin, desperate to break free. If Freya was touchedCif theyid so much as a finger on herChe didnt know if hed stop at just tearing the males apart. Onscreen, Eleanor watched coldly, arms folded, while Giselle giggled, raising her phone to frame the scene. The two brute males gripped Freyas arms, dragging her toward the bed. In the room, Freya lifted her chin, her gaze like frost as it speared Eleanor and Giselle. Do you not regret this? I regret not doing it sooner. My son should have been rid of you long ago, Eleanor spat, lips curling. Take your time with her, Giselle told the males, her voice honeyed with malice. I want plenty of detail shots. Wouldnt want anyone to mistake who she is when the footage goes out. Send Gifts 20 1:|:??? R !!! Ascension 35 Third Persons POV The filth spilling from Giselles lips only darkened Caelum Graftons expression. His wolf was already pacing inside him, ws raking against his skin. Fine, Freya Thornes voice was low, edged with ice, If you feel no regret, then I wont either. Giselle sneered, fangs glinting faintly under the hotel rooms light. No regret? And what exactly will you do about it? She turned to the two brute males by the wall. Well? Strip her. In the banquet hall, several guests averted their eyes, unwilling to watch the inevitable humiliation. But before the hands could touch her, one of the hulking males crumpled to the ground with a strangled grunt. Most watchingCeven through the feed on the massive banquet screenCcouldnt track how shed moved. The hall froze. In the hotel room, Eleanor and Giselle froze with it. Shes under the hazeCspell, Giselle barked, though her voice wavered. Shes no strength leftCpin her down! The second male lunged, the first dragging himself upright, fury twisting his face. You made me look like a fool, bitch. Wait until I show you what happens when you cross me. They came at her together. Thud. Thud. Thud. The sound of flesh meeting flesh, each strike clean and decisiveCno wasted movement, no ornamental flourish. Only lethal efficiency. But the gown changed the rhythmCdeep blue silk spinning with every twist, the slit sweeping like a crescent de. The fight was less a brawl than a feral dance, the kind born from years of killing with grace. Within moments, both males were sprawled on the floor, groaning. Freya stood over them, long dark hair in wild disarray, her amber eyesCusually warmCnow honed to a predators edge. In that instant, she was a drawn de, gleaming and dangerous. In the banquet hall, jaws ckened. Even Caelum was struck silent. Shock. Confusion. Awe. He had known shed served in the Iron Fang Recon Unit. But he assumed she was just a logistics Omega. Hed assumed it meant drills and staged demonstrationsCnothing more than a soldiers veneer. But she had just taken down two fully grown,batCtrained males/without a breath out of ce. Across the hall, Ss Whitmors lips curved faintly. Of course. The woman was interesting. The fact that the feed was linked to the banquets screens? That had Freyas scent all over it. Clever. Unorthodox. Dangerous. If she couldnt handle this kind of threat, she wouldnt be worthy of having once led the Iron Fang. Wren, his everCwatchful secretary, caught the smile and knew exactly what it meantCWhitmors interest in the Silverfang Alphas hidden mate had just sharpened. *Room 1205! a hotel staffer finally called. Theyre in 1205! Caelum didnt wait. He was already gone, a blur of dark suit and Alpha speed. Lana Rook was on his heels, her wolf close to breaking free. Auroras gaze flicked up to the screen, her eyes hardening as Freyas image shifted. Things had gone too far. Shed thought the other woman would be ruined beyond recovery. Instead, Freya had not only escaped the trapCshed turned it against them. And now, with Caelums hidden marriage exposed, Aurora stood in the crowd as the obvious interloper. Her teeth clenched with the taste of humiliation. In the hotel room, Giselles voice cracked. You you werent under the hazeCspell? Freyas eyes were cold. What you should be worrying about isnt thatCits the fact that everything in this room has been transmitted straight to the banquets main disy. Eleanors and Giselles faces drained of color. Everyone there heard it. Saw it, Freya went on. Your little n, your every word. I was half an hourte for a reason. They stared at her in dawning horror. Oh, and Caelum is attending the banquet tonight, she added. Giselles breath stuttered. If it was true, then every poisonced sentence, every humiliating threat, had just beenid bare before the Capitals most influential wolves. She could already imagine their whispers, the judgment in their eyes. In the upper circles, her name would be ash. You youre bluffing, Giselle choked. Freyas smile did reach her eyes. You can ask your brother when he gets here. She could almost hear the pounding of his footsteps by nowCan Alphas run, closing in fast. Send Gifts Ascension 36 Freyas POV O C Q +8 Pearls Giselles body trembled, her wolf scent turning sour with fear. Eleanors eyes shed with a matriarchs rage as she lunged at me, ws just beginning to edge from her nails. I stepped aside without a thought, letting her momentum carry her straight into the heavy oak cab. The thud was followed by her howl of pain. The door mmed open with a force that rattled the hinges. Caelum strode in with two hotel staffers behind him. For the briefest moment, Giselle froze. She had expected this to be her victory. Now, the truth was written all over her face- she knew. She knew the things Id warned her about had reached the banquet hall. Eleanor scrambled upright, hair disheveled, and hurried to her son like a wolf seeking the safety of her Alpha. Caelum, youre just in time. ThisCthis faithless female was rutting behind your back! Giselle and I caught her redChanded. I said a few words, and she attacked me! If you dont sever the bond, Ill consider myself no longer your mother. Mother! Caelums voice cracked through the room like a whip. Even my wolf stilled at the sound. Dont say another word. Everyone out there already saw what happened in here. Eleanor blinked, thrown off bnce. Saw what? NoCno, this is a trick. Shes ying you. Caelum, you must not believe her! But I could see it in his eyes. He wasnt believing meChe was believing what hed seen with his own eyes. The mother and sister he thought he knew were nothing like the women whod stood on that feed, fangs bared in spite. His gaze slid to me. I stood a few paces away, deepCblue gown still unruffled despite the fight, the scent of adrenaline still rolling off me. The gowns cut bared my throat, but I knew my posture was all steelCAlpha steel, the kind that makes lesser wolves drop their gaze. We were mated. We had shared a bed. But those few steps between us felt like a gulf I wasnt sure either of us could cross. Caelum, its all her scheme, Giselle snapped, finding her voice again. She lured us here to frame us! You cant believe her over me and Mother! Yes, Eleanor pressed, youre my son, my blood. Shes an outsider. Have her taken and boundCshe struck me! Ill call the enforcers and have her charged. She started forward again, but Caelum caught her by the arm and yanked her back. Enough! Both of you! he roared, his Alphamand thickening the air until even my lungs felt it. How much more shame will you make me endure? For a moment, his gaze brushed mineCand I saw it there: shame, yes, but also the helplessness of a male who could not leash his own packCblood. And still, they wouldnt stop. Eleanor and Giselle kept flinging dirt in my direction, desperate to bury their own stench. Go ahead and call the enforcers, Lana Rooks voice rang from the doorway as she strode in. Her wolf bristled, and her re pinned Eleanor like a dagger. No need. I already have. She crossed to my side without hesitation. You alright? Im fine. My answer was steady, though my head still felt faintly clouded from the hazeCspell theyd tried to fill the room with. Id taken in a few breaths before realizing what theyd done, but my years in the Iron Fang Recon Unit had left me with a resistance to most toxins. The spell was irritating, not incapacitating. YouCwhat?! Giselles voice cracked. She understood what a report to the enforcers meant: not just humiliation, but a binding record, proof of their attempt to frame the Alphas mate. A stain that would never wash away in the Capitals upper packs: You cant just call them! she snapped. Youve already shown what you are. Lana said, voice cold as midwinter. Why shouldnt I? Lets just call it a misunderstanding. Auroras voice broke in as she stepped in behind Caelum, her posture as smooth as 12:49 PM P P +8 Pearls any social climbers. This is a Silverfang family matter, not something that needs enforcers involved. Isnt that right, Caelum? The air shifted. All eyes turned to him. His lips pressed thin, and I could almost see the decision weighing behind his eyes. His gaze found mine again. Freya perhaps this can- Be treated as a misunderstanding? I tilted my head, letting my voice cut sharper than any w. Is that what you want, Caelum Grafton? For me to nod and make this all vanish? Send Gifts 30 Ascension 37 Freyas POV +8 Pearls The mockery in my eyes must have struck deep, because Caelums throat worked as though hed swallowed stones. Whatever excuse hed been about to utter lodged there, unsaid. Lanas voice cut in like a whip crack. Caelum Grafton, your dam and your litterCsister just tried to drag your bonded into a trap, and you want to call it a misunderstanding? If she didnt have the training she does, do you even grasp what would have happened to her? Color red in his cheeksCAlpha or not, her wordsnded like ws. The door swung open again, this time admitting the enforcers. Fear rolled off Giselle in choking waves; her wolf was practically cowering under her skin. I dont want to go to the station. I dont want toCBrother, help me! I cant go to prison! Eleanors face finally lost its imperious cast, reced by dawning fear. She clutched at Caelums arm. Son, dont let them take me and Giselle! He looked at me then, his expression taut. Freya my mothers getting on in years, and Giselles still young. Maybe we could Lana snorted. Young? Your sisters well past her first shift. And your dam didnt look fragile when she was trying to rake Freyas face off. Caelum ignored her and kept his gaze on me. This is a Silverfang matter. A family matter. What do you say? Family. The word hit like ice water down my spine. My heart sank lower with each beat. What was I expecting? That after seeing with his own eyes what happened in that room, hed stand beside me for once? That hed dernand justice for me? Foolish. The only thing Id been given tonight was yet another disappointment. Youve never once treated me like family, I said, voice t. So how does this count as a family matter? Youre my mate. How could we not treat you as family? he shot back. Mate? A humorlessugh escaped me. Caelum, if it were Aurora in my ce tonight, would you still be saying that? He froze. Aurora stepped forward, calm and polished as ever. If it were me, I wouldnt make things difficult for Caelum. Freya, you havent suffered any real harmCwhy be so relentless? I smiled, sharp and cold. Then I hope if this ever happens to you, youll keep your word. Her wolf bristled. You+ Enough, one of the enforcers barked. You can all speak at the station. The two males whod been groaning on the carpet were hauled out Eleanor and Giselle were next. The glint of silver cuffs must have pushed Giselle over the edge, because she thrashed harder, voice breaking. Im innocent -it wasnt met wasnt me! When Caelum didnt lift a linger to stop them, she spun and seized Auroras sleeve. Aurora, help me! Mother and I were doing this for you! And you knew about it- That hit like a thunderp. Caelum stared at her, stunned. Aurora you- Aurorasposure cracked. I what? How could this be about me? I knew nothing! 12:49 PM P P ? +8 Pearls You did! You said if the money didnt go to Freya, it could go elsewhere. Otherwise, why would Mother and I act? Giselle shouted. The two of them turned on each other like rival sheCwolves, slinging filth back and forth. Didnt you say you wouldnt put Caelum in a hard position? Lanas voice dripped venom. Why not admit what you did now, and spare your lover the trouble? Auroras cheeks med; the words hit her like openChanded ps. Caelum, believe meCit has nothing to do with me! she pleaded. How can you just wash your hands of it? Eleanor spat. If it wasnt to clear the way for you to mate with Caelum, wed never have done this! Caelums temples throbbed visibly. Take them all, the enforcer captain said, tired of the pack drama. Even Aurora found herself in their custody. Then his gaze swung to me. Ill ride with a friend to the station to give my statement, I told him. He nodded. We dont have room in the cruiser anyway. Caelum went with them, but not before giving me a long, unreadable look. When they were gone, Lana and I headed for the lift to get to the parking deck. Heat was creeping into my skin, a slow burn that made my pulse thrum. Youre flushed, Lana said, brow furrowed. Are you sure youre fine? Im fine. Lets just get this done. I could ride the heat out. Ill bring the car around to the front, she said. The lift chimed at the ground floor. Go on to the garage, I told her. Its only a few steps to the main doors. Ill walk myself. Send Gifts Ascension 38 Freyas POV Well, fine, Lana said, her voice a reluctant growl. +8 Pearls I stepped out into the cool night air at the hotels front entrance, but instead of relief, a restless heat rippled through my veins -hotter, sharper than before. The hazeCsmokes toxin was working deeper than Id anticipated, its ws sinking into my blood. The smoke mixed with witch potion has limited my wolf selfChealing ability. That was when a familiar, iceCedged voice curled through the air behind me. Miss Thorne. What a coincidence, to meet again so soon. I turned. And there he wasCSs Whitmor, Alpha of the Irond Coalition. The moonlight caught the clean lines of his face, making them sharper, almost predatory. Coincidence? Not quite. Ide here tonight partly to return his jacket. But that jacket was still in Lanas car, far from my reach. Waiting for someone? His gaze lingered on me like a weight. Yes, I said evenly. A friend is bringing her car to take me to the station. We both knew hed heard of the incident tonight; the packworks carried such news like wildfire. Then allow me to take you, he said. I hesitatedConly for the briefest momentCand a silverCgray Maybach slid to a stop in front of us. Before I could respond, his hand closed around my wristCcool, inexorableCand he guided me into the car. Wait-I twisted toward the door, trying to push it open. Locked. The car was already gliding away from the curb, Sss grip firm around my left wrist, holding me in ce with casual strength. Somewhere behind us, I caught a glimpse of Lanas car turning into the driveway. I could almost hear her thoughts from here: What in the moons name is he doing with her? I red at Ss. What exactly are you doing? Taking you where you need to go. I dont need your help. Tell your driver to stopCIll go with my friend. And if I insist? His lips curved, but there was no warmth in it. His long, lean fingers tightened slightly around my wrist. The coolness of his touch was a shock against my fevered skin, sending an involuntary shiver up my arm. My pulse jumped. Let me go, I snapped.. Are you sure you want that? His thumb brushed, featherClight, over the inside of my wristCa predators deliberate test. A jolt shot through me, quick and electric, racing from that single point of contact until it burned in my chest, my belly. The heat in me red hotter, almost unbearable. Youre not well, he murmured, his voice so close to my ear it stirred the fine hairs along my nape. You still intend to face the enforcers like this? My lips pressed together, my throat felt dry. My body wanted... no. No, not that. I forced the thought away. Cold. Focus. Hold the line. The hazeCsmoke was far more potent than Id guessed. I needed to get it out of my system before I made a mistake I couldnt take back. +8 Pearls If its not too much trouble, I managed, my breath unsteady, perhaps you could take me to a hospital instead. I kept my eyes away from him; right now, Ss Whitmor was too dangerousCdangerous like fresh blood to a starving wolf. Every part of me wanted to lean closer, taste him, im- Stop it. Hospital? His mouth tipped in faint amusement. I can offer you something far quicker than that. I looked at him sharply. What do you mean? An antidote, he said lightly. Me. I choked. You The man didnt even blink. From the front seat, Wren, his secretary, and the driver both went rigid. The silence in the car thickened. They had to be thinking what I was thinking: Ss Whitmor didnt do this. He wasnt the type to murmur soft offers to womenChe was the Alpha whod once told a Capital socialite to go ahead and jump off a rooftop if she thought her life wasnt worth living without his affection. Hed even held her over the ledge when she faltered, watching her with that same detached calm until shed ffed in terror. That man was now offering himself as my antidote? The thought was like a lightning strike. Youre not suggesting My voice came out low, almost a growl. that you mean with your body? Send Gifts 30 A Warrior Lunas Awakening Ascension 39 Third Persons POV +8 Pearls Exactly. Ss had said, leaning slightly toward Freya, the faint chill of his presence brushing against her skin. This body of mine is. well, not bad. If Miss Thorne ever finds herself in need, Im at your disposal. Freya blinked, still reeling. She had never heard a man speak of such things so detached, so otherworldly. No. I dont need that, she said firmly. Really? His cool breath whispered across her face, fingers tracing a slow, deliberate path along her arm. The chill shed with the lingering heat from the hazeCsmoke, weaving together, teasing her senses, igniting a desire she struggled to suppress. With a sharp inhale, Freyas hand shot out, pressing firmly against the pulse at Sss wrist. Her amber eyes locked onto his. fierce and unwavering. I only need you to take me to the hospital. Even as the haze coursed through him, Sss body was alive with heat, every nerve sensitiveCbut her resolve held steady, crystal clear, refusing to bow even a fraction to the pull of desire. His gaze lingered on her face, heart hammering against his chest in a way that hadnt happened before, something stirring, shifting. After a long, taut moment, he gave a slow, measured smile. Fine. Ill take you to the hospital. Meanwhile, Caelum Grafton never imagined hed end up in the precinct under such circumstances. The two men had confessed quickly once inside, implicating themselves with transfer records on their phonesCproof that Eleanor and Giselle had bribed them to carry out the scheme. Eleanors testimony was frantic, insisting she had done nothing wrong; shed merely given them money, she imed, and hadnt instructed them tomit anything illegal. Giselles defense was to shift me to Aurora, insisting she had only acted to help her friend. Aurora, as usual, denied any knowledge, though inside she seethed, knowing the two women had tried to drag her into their mess. Caelum slumped into a chair in the precincts waiting area, tension knotting in his chest. Tonight had been meant for businessCexpanding SilverTech Forgeworks, exploring new venturesCbut now, even current projects were at risk, and thepanys stock might take a hit. Wheres Freya Thorne? Why hasnt she arrived? he asked, voice tight. She wasnt feeling well. She went to the hospital first. Officers will apany her to take her statement, one replied. Concern coiled in him. He dialed Freyas number immediately. Whena voice answered, it wasnt hers, but a mans, calm and cold. Caelum Grafton? Looking for Freya Thorne? The tone was familiar, unsettling. Ss Whitmor, he said, unease prickling in his veins. Freya? Why is her phone with you? Caelum pressed, anxiety sharpening. Shes resting. Do you need me to ry a message when she wakes? Sss voice was steady, untouched by panic or chaos. Caelums fingers clenched around the phone, the tightness pressing at his chest. He had always thought Ss Whitmor indifferent to Freya, yet now she rested under Sss protection. The implication struck deepCterritorial, possessive, and undeniably alpha. Ele barely remembered ending the call before Aurora emerged from the interrogation room. Caelum, this really isnt my doing. Aurora said, stepping forward, eyes clear and sharp. I overheard Eleanor and Giselle speaking about separating you and Freya, but I had no idea they would go this far. Caelum said nothing, watching her, taking in the resolute set of her shoulders. Auroras expression hardened. You dont +8 Pearls believe me? You think Id stoop to such vile schemes to end your marriage? Then donte to me againCit will only leave me open to gossip. She turned to leave, but Caelum moved with the precision of a wolf striking, blocking her path. Im sorry, Aurora. Today so much has happened. My heads a mess, he said, his voice low. Her amber eyes softened slightly, though the steel remained. Caelum, understand this: I dont manipte or scheme. If I truly wanted you separated, I would say so openlyCnot involve others in covert plots. Caelums guilt deepened. Aurora, always decisive, fearless, a true daughter of the Bluemoon PackChow could she ever be implicated in petty schemes? It had been Giselle, panicked and reckless, trying to lessen her own punishment by dragging Aurora into it. I shouldnt have doubted you, he admitted, voice heavy, his wolf instincts stirred by the sight of her integrity, the subtle alpha resonance in her presence. Auroras expression softened. Its fine, as long as you truly believe me, she said, her voice steady yet warm. Caelums gaze met hers, intense and unwavering. Of course I believe you. You saved my lifeChow could I ever not trust you? Hearing this, Aurora allowed herself the faintest of smiles. She lifted a hand, gently brushing back the strands of Caelums hair that had fallen over his forehead. Exactly. I saved your life so of course youd believe me. Caelum, all I need is for you to keep trusting me. To trust in her innocence, and to trust that she hadCwithout questionConce saved his life. Send Gifts Ascension 40 Ss POV +8 Pearls I set Freya Thornes phone on the bedside table, my eyes tracing her even in slumber. The sedatives had her deeply asleep. but even in this unconscious state, she wasnt entirely peaceful. Her pale skin glowed with a faint flush, her body radiating heat that seemed to fight against the medicine coursing through her veins. asionally, soft, broken murmurs escaped her lips. It was the drug metabolizing through her systemCnormal, and nothing to worry about. I nced at Wren, who had been standing silently behind me. Tell me, Wren why would she refuse me? Theres an easier way to ease her suffering, isnt there? My voice echoed in the quiet of the VIP ward. Wren stiffened but chose his words carefully. Miss Thorne is still married. She may have reservations out of respect for hermitments. I hummed thoughtfully. Of course, by my standards, morality is a convenience, not a ruleCbut even I had to consider appearances sometimes. And if she were single would she ept then? I asked, tilting my head, letting the question linger. Wren hesitated, unsure how to answer. But I didnt wait for him. I leaned forward slightly, brushing a light hand over the sheen of sweat on Freyas forehead. My chest tightened at the thought of having her near. How much more mischief could this woman stir before I lost my restraint entirely? In Wrens eyes, I knew the truth. To me, people fell into two categories: useful or not. But now, it seemed, there was a third: desired. And Freya Thorne had justnded squarely in that category. Whether that was good for her, I wasnt sure. When Freya awoke, her body a sticky sheen from sweat, fatigue pressing down on her, she startled at a voice from beside the bed. Awake, finally? I murmured, leaning back in the chair near the sofa. Her eyes widened, and she blinked rapidly, taking in my presence. Why why are you here? I brought you to the hospital. You were asleep, so naturally, I stayed, I said calmly, as if nothing unusual had happened. She frowned, recalling the events in the car, the treatment, and the sedatives. How long have I been asleep? Eighteen hours, I replied simply. She froze. What? Her gaze flicked to me, suspicion sharpening. I stayed with you the whole time. Eighteen hours. I think a simple thankCyou is in order, I added, letting a faint edge of amusement trace my words, Freya was silent for a beat. Our rtionship was far from ordinary; barely even acquaintances, and yet here she was, and I had remained. No wonder the rumors called me unpredictable, a wolf whose actions rarely followed the rules anyone else expected. I raised an eyebrow, waiting. Thank you, she finally muttered, her voice small, tinged with embarrassment. After a thorough check, the doctors confirmed she was fine. She could be discharged. Her phone, drained of power, required a temporary charger from the hospital. Once it powered up, the screen lit with over a hundred missed calls and messages- from Lana, the police, even Caelum Grafton. Before she could navigate them, her phone rang again. Freya answered. Finally! I was worried sick! Ss he didnt let me into the hospital to see you. He didnt- Nothing, she reassured, her voice steady. He just made sure I got treatment. I inhaled some smoke at the hotel, thats all. Im fine now, 1 PAY P +8 Pearis Lana breathed out in relief. Im about to leave the hospital now, Freya continued. Ill wait at the entrance. Youll see me the moment you step out, Lana replied. Okay, Freya said, ending the call. Then she turned toward me. By the way, about the clothes you lent me from the mall I got them dryCcleaned. I had nned to return them at the banquet yesterday, but that didnt work out. Should I just have them shipped to Whitmor Manor? I tilted my head, a faint smile ying on my lips. Watching her carefully, I noted how she still carried herself with that stubborn spark even after everything. It made the idea of sending her clothes back seem secondaryCalmost trivial. Somewhere deep in me, a wolf stirred. Protective. Territorial. Intrigued. Freya Thorne might not realize it yet, but she had stepped into my denCand into my attention. And I had no intention of letting her slip away easily. Send Gifts Ascension 41 Freyas POV g You really dont want to return the clothes in person? Sss eyes darkened slightly as he studied me. Theyre too valuable. It doesnt feel right, I replied. +8 Pearls He fixed me with a long, deliberate gaze, then said, Fine. But dont send them by courier. Since I gave them to you faceCto- face, you should return them the same way. LI- When to return them, Ill have someone let you know, he cut me off casually. I blinked, dumbfounded. Return the clothes and wait for his instructions? I finished my discharge procedures, swapping my hospital gown for a cheap TCshirt and pants I bought at the small hospital shop. Stepping out, I spotted Lana waiting near the entrance. But she wasnt alone. Before I could process who was beside her, a figure lunged forward and enveloped me in a tight hug. I fraze as the figure lunged forward and enveloped me in a tight hug. Freya, you married just to do this to yourself? That voice Kade. My loyal shadow from the military camp. Unlike anyone else, only he ever called me Big Sister outside formal settings. Kade ckridge wasnt just any soldier from The Capital. He was born into prominenceCthe son of a highCranking military family, and his mother was the director of the citys primary trauma hospital. Even now, his upbringing and training had honed him into a man of precision andmand, a wolf tempered by both bloodline and discipline. His instincts were sharp, attuned to danger, loyalty, and protection, making him a natural Alpha in waiting, even if he had yet to im a pack. I looked up at him. The boyish features I remembered had matured into aposed, elegant face over three years. That reckless energy of youth had been tempered into something controlled, precise. The wolf within him was keen, protective, and territorialCa force I could feel even through the brief touch of his embrace. I recalled the mall explosion. I had called Kade, and he had coordinated evacuating the crowd with the skill of someone trained tomand both humans and wolves alike. That had been our first real conversation in years. I hadnt expected to see him again so soonClet alone like this, catching mepletely off guard. What are you doing here with Lana? I asked, still stunned. You tell me! Lana groaned. Yesterday, he couldnt reach you, went mad, and ran to find me. If you hadnt finally answered your phone and stepped out of the hospital, he probably wouldve stormed the barracks to drag you out! I pressed my lips together. With so many knowing about yesterdays events, it wasnt surprising that Kade, even if absent from the banquet, would have heard. His wolf would have smelled the tension, the danger, the betrayal. Im fine, I said, patting Kade on the shoulder. He didnt let go. Im sticky with sweat and havent showered. Its dirty. Stop holding me, I urged. You dont understand how worried I wasst night, Kade said lowly, voice taut with frustration. How I hate myself for not noticing your heart before you married Caelum Grafton. If I had stopped it in time, none of this would have happened. And I His voice faltered, leaving the thought unfinished. I let out a bitter smile. Sometimes, I wished I had never married Caelum. My stomach growled. 12:49 PM PP You hungry? Kade finally released me. Yeah I havent really eaten since yesterday afternoon, I admitted. Good. Now that youre safe, lets find a ce to eat, Lana suggested. +8 Pearls We climbed into the car, leaving the hospital behind. From a distance, I noticed a silver Maybach. Sss gaze followed us as we drove off. My chest tightened slightly, wolf instincts stirringCthe possessive edge of an Alpha sensing what he considered his being taken, even briefly, by another. Inside the car, the tension eased slightly as we drove into the city. Lanas voice red when she mentioned Caelum. That bastard. Still hiring the bestwyers in The Capital for his mother and sister. Does he even think about what they did? Kades tone went cold. No one in the four majorw firms in The Capital will touch their case. I blinked, recalling Kades familywyers through and through. If not for his mothers focus on running the hospital and overseeing trauma care, he might have be a legal powerhouse himself. The wolf in him, sharpened by heritage and training, would never let injustice pass. Thats perfect! Lanaughed. Youve got skills. No wonder Freya took care of you like a mother at the camp! Kade lowered his gaze. If you hadnt looked after me at the camp, Id have been out in months. You did everything for me. Of course I owe you. I felt a warmth in my chest, wolf and human alike stirred by loyalty, protection, and gratitude. My wolf instincts hummed territorial, protective. Kades devotion was clear, but so was mine. The night was far from over. And in this pack of intertwined loyalties, desires, and grudges, my instincts told me to stay alert. Wolves smelled danger. I could feel it even through the hum of the city. Ascension 42 Freyas POV +8 Pearls Not bad at all. I wish I had a brother like you, Lana muttered, then her eyes lit up. Hey, Kade, since Freya and I are the same age, why dont you call me Big Sister too? Let me be a sister for once. Kade shot her a look that could strip fur from a wolf. You want to be my Big Sister? Can you carry me through three kilometers in the dead of winter to the hospital? Or beat me down until I submit? Nope, Lana muttered, touching her nose. She couldnt do either. Besides, Kade saidzily, my Big Sister isnt anyone you can just be. That tone made Lana freeze midCstep. I had always known Kade could be calm and steady around me, like a wellCtrained wolf, but he was also the little tyrant of The Capital. Anyone foolish enough to test him would pay dearly. Alright, Lana, I think you wer just joking, I said, trying to ease the tension. Kade Kades eyes shifted to me. Joke or not, theres only one Big Sister for me. And thats you. The dishes arrived, and I hungrily dug in. My stomach hadnt felt this empty since yesterday afternoon. Kadedled soup into my bowl, arranging my favorite dishes in front of me. His careful, protective gestures made Lana roll her eyes. To her, he was no fearsome little tyrantChe looked more like a golden retriever fawning for favor. When I had eaten most of the food, Kade suddenly asked, When are you getting the divorce? I froze. I hadnt told him. Lana did too. His eyes narrowed, voice low and sharp. After what happened youre still not getting the divorce? Do you really love Caelum that much? Love him enough to endure his other women? Love him enough to endure his family treating you like this? I stayed silent. He seethed. Whats so good about Caelum that makes you cling to him? A woman like you doesnt deserve him! Should I go over there and force him to sign the papers? Ill divorce him, I said firmly, staring at the bare ring finger of my right hand. My wedding ring had long been removed. Exactly as I said, I murmured. Theres nothing to cling to. Caclum had nothing to offer, and I have nothing to lose. My feelings for him had died in the three years since my parents passed. The man who once gave mefort and warmth no longer existed in my life. Kades eyes glinted suddenly. Alright. Then Ill help you find the best legal team. Well handle your divorce efficiently. No need, I said. I can manage it myself. If it gets difficult, Ill ask for your help. His brow softened. Fine. Ill wait for your good news. We finished the meal. I called the police to let them know Ide in to give a statement. Lana and Kade insisted on me. Lana, as a witness from the banquet, also filed her report. From the officers, I learned that Giselle and Eleanor were being held, requiring high bail for release. The two men who had tried to attack me admitted everything was orchestrated by them. Aurora,cking solid evidence against her, simply provided a statement and was released. When we left the station, I nned to take a taxi home. Ill take you, Kade said. *I can take a cab myself. Youve already spent enough time with me today, I replied. 1219 PM PP No. Im taking you, he insisted. Do you hate me for it? You dont like me escorting you? +8 Pearls I looked at himC22 years old, trained at the barracks since Alpha ckridge sent him there. Once a hotheaded brat, now steady andposed. I could feel the weight of time on him. Dont say things like that. From the moment you entered the camp, I never hated you, I said. A smile tugged at Kades lips. Then let me take you. I sighed and turned to Lana. You go ahead. Kade will take me home. Ascension 43 Freyas POV +8 Pearls Lana shrugged as she watched the tall, imposing man fumble like apdog, opening the car door for me. If the heirs of The Capital, familiar with Kades reputation as a little tyrant, saw him acting so obediently in front of a woman, theyd probably choke on their wine. Kade drove me to the gate of my vi. You live here? Not far from me, he said. And yet, despite being so close, the past three years hadnt offered a single crossing of paths. The Capital isnt that big, I replied. Then Ille find you here, Kade said. ?. Pragers Dont. I felt the low rumble of his wolf stir. Hisposure faltered for only a moment before I added, Im nning to move anyway. His expression brightened. Fine. When you do, call meCIll help with the move. I waved goodbye, stepping into my vi. Inside, Caelum Grafton stood by the door, his cold gaze pinned to me. Who just brought you back? Ss Whitmor? I frowned. No. A former colleague from the military. Military colleague? Caelums brow furrowed, suspicion shing. Since when are your colleagues that rich? That car didnt cost less than a few million. I ignored him, heading to the stairs to wash away the sweat and fatigue clinging to me. But Caelum grabbed my arm before I could pass. Cant answer me? Freya, you keep using Aurora and me of betrayal, but you when exactly did you and Ss get involved? I stiffened. Ss? He was a predator in his own right, but we werent involved. I have nothing to do with Ss, Caelum. Stop projecting your own filth onto others, I spat, voice icy. His face flushed red, then he bellowed, Then why did Ss answer my call to you? Why did he say you were asleep? Were you in his bed? I shrugged off his hand. I dont need to prove my innocence to you. If Ss answered your call, its thanks to your mother and sisters underhanded schemes. Were it not for them using vile methods, I wouldnt have needed him to escort me to the hospital for sedation! What? Caelum froze, stunned. I didnt wait for a reply I went upstairs, letting the shower wash away sweat, fear, and rage. When I emerged, dressed andposed, Caelum sat on the edge of the bed, looking as though hed swallowed a bitter pill Freya Im sorry. I shouldnt have doubted you. I was just worried, he murmured. Worried? I let out a bitterugh. Do you think I could ever trust your words again? Embarrassment flickered across his features. Regardless, I know my mother and sister caused you harm. But, were family. If you forgive them, this could all pass. I lifted my chin, eyes cold as winter steel. I will not forgive, Caelum. Some things cannot be pardoned. His jaw tensed. They are my mother and sister! +8 Pearls So what? Just because they are, I must forgive them when theyve harmed me? Do you even realize what I could have suffered yesterday? You- His voice faltered. Two strangers would have toyed with me, stripping me bare while your mother watched, savoring every moment. Giselle would film it, spread it online, all to see me ruined. And youCwhat? Youd just stand by? I saw the color drain from his face. His chest heaved, wolf instincts shing with human guilt. I I promise. It wont happen again. Just this onceCplease forgive them! My mother is old, fragile. Giselle is young, cant have a record, he pleaded. I lifted my redCstained lips in a cold smile. So Im supposed to be the one sacrificed? His wolf bristled at my words, heart pounding in panic. My indifference was a razor at his throatCthreatening, absolute. Freya I will treat you well. Ill make it up to you, double triple, he rushed forward, trying to wrap me in his arms. Neaned against him briefly, recalling the same words hed whispered when he proposed. Promises made in warmth, now empty. I had been foolish to believe. I pushed him away, my voice firm, unwavering. Caelum, Im moving out. Until our divorce is finalized, we will see each other no more. The room seemed to chill, the wolf in both of us bracing for territory, distance, and the inevitable reckoning toe. Send Gifts Ascension 44 Freyas POV +8 Pearls Youre moving out? Caelums voice cracked slightly, disbelief and something sharperCterritorial angerChiding beneath the calm. Yes. Do you really think after everything that happened, Id continue living here? I said, my voice even, controlled. Besides, it wont be long before the divorce is finalized. Im just moving out a few days early. He froze, eyes narrowing. A few days? You mean that ridiculous contract with my mother? That signature she tricked me into signing it without my knowledge. I never never wanted to divorce you! I didnt flinch. Whether you knew or not doesnt matter. What matters is that I want a divorce. Im done, Caelum. His gaze darkened, jealousy ring for a brief, human instant. Is this because of Ss? Because you found someone better than me? I couldnt help the bitterugh that escaped me. Caelum, when I married you, you were penniless. Every cent for your business, your startCup, came from me. If I were chasing status, I wouldnt have chosen you. The color drained from his face. I could see him remembering those early days, a young wolf struggling for territory, underestimated by everyone. And yet, I had given him respect, belief, a tether to cling to. His proposal had been less about love than grasping at that lifeline I offered. Then if its not Ss, is it the one hundred million your mother promised you? His gaze drilled into me, sharp, demanding. I met it evenly. Im exhausted. Three years of this marriage drained meCevery ounce of patience, every shred of my feelings for you. Thats why Im leaving, thats why I want a divorce. I said it calm, measured, almost cold. Even my eyes, when they met his, betrayed nothing. But I could feel itCthe Alpha wolf inside him stirring, panic, betrayal, and an aching possessiveness flooding his chest, coiling down his limbs. His hands glistened with cold sweat. You.. you have no feelings for me? His voice trembled, though he tried to mask it. Yes. Nothing left, I said inly. The sh of rage and disbelief on his face was instantaneous, raw. All because of my mother and sister? Sure, they plotted against youCbut what about you? You plotted too, didnt you? He was shouting now, ws of frustration raking the air. You recorded everything with the cameras, yed it in the banquet hall you could have warned me earlier, avoided all this! I did call, I said, voice cutting through the room. What? His eyes widened. At first. When your mother and Giselle were nning their vile scheme, I called you. If you had answered, none of this would have happened. Things could have ended the way you wanted. But you didnt. He froze, realization and guilt hammering against his chest. He remembered the call, the banquet hall, the live feed shing on the screens and he had ignored it, letting his pride, his fear of me making a scene, and Auroras presence override instinct. If youd taken that call His jaw tightened, regret slicing through his Alpha pride. called. You didnt answer because, deep down, you never truly cared about me. My calls meant nothing to you. And your family? They treated me with the same disdain, I said, each word precise, sharp. Freya Im sorry! Im sorry! He stumbled over apologies, frantic, the wolf within him pacing at the edges of his control. +8 Pearls But I stayed calm. My expression serene. Even without yesterday I would still have no feelings for you. Lets end this cleanly, Caelum. My tone was t, matterCofCfact, as though discussing the weather rather than the copse of a threeCyear union. The moreposed I remained, the more his wolf wed at his chest, howling in frustration. How could I be so calm, so detached, after all we had shared? Three years of marriage, and I treated it like it meant nothing. So no amicable ending? Or is this divorce about that one hundred million? His gaze sharpened, conflicted between Alpha instinct and human desire. I let a dry, ironic smile cross my lips. Fine. Keep your money. Were divorcing. The shock in his eyes was palpable. Hed expected hesitation, bargainingCmaybe even some softness. But I gave him none. I wanted the divorce. No more negotiations, no morepromises, no more lingering in a cage Id outgrown. And the fact that he realized it, that his Alpha pride couldnt dominate my resolve, only made him more humiliated. Send Gifts 30 Ascension 45 Third Persons POV +8 Pearls If you really go through with this divorce, youll end up with nothing! Youd better think carefully. With those words, Caelum stormed out of the Thorne estate, his strides long and sharp, almost like a predator retreating to avoid a confrontation he wasnt ready to face. The room fell silent. Freya Thorne scanned the spacious house. It was time to move. In truth, she didnt have much here anywayCmost of what she owned was portable, easy to carry. Over the next two days, Caelums mind was divided. On one hand, he scrambled to raise bail money for Eleanor and Giselle; on the other, he searched forwyers who could potentially absolve them of criminal liability. Freya refused to sign any reconciliation document, which meant his mother and sister faced prosecution. Even if the court eventually issued suspended sentences, they would carry a permanent recordCsomething Caelum, as Alpha of the Silverfang Pack and head of SilverTech Forgeworks, could not tolerate. Yet not a single one of The Capitals four majorw firms was willing to touch the case. Night after night, he barely slept, pacing through the corridors of his private club, frustration gnawing at him like a restless wolf. Aurora, ever considerate, approached. Drink less. About your mother and Giselle we can still think of a way. I can ask my uncle if he knows anywyers willing to help. Caelums eyes softened slightly. Aurora thank you. Despite what Giselle did to you, youd still help her? Aurora shook her head gently. Im not petty. Giselle is your sister; it doesnt change anything. I wont hold grudges. Ryker, leaning against the bar, smirked. Thats why I say, Auroras so much more generous than someone like Freya. She holds grudges over every little thing. If she hadnt caused such a scene, your mother and sister wouldnt still be in custody. Caelum frowned. Enough about Freya. At that moment, Aurora caught sight of her uncle, Vaughn, entering the club. But it was the man apanying him who made her eyes light up. She nudged Caelum. Look, thats my uncle. Lets go greet him. And the man with himCKade ckridge. In The Capital, his name carries weight. Anywyer, any bank, anyone in this city would give him respect. If hes willing to help, we wont struggle to find a capable attorney. Caelum froze. That man is? Kade ckridge. The Capitals notorious young powerhouse, He just returned from abroad recently. His connections are deep, his background stronger than most can imagine. Aligning with him is a privilege, Aurora exined. Something flickered in Caelums mind. Aurora continued, And dont forget, yourpany is still tight on funding. If Kade decides to help, getting a loan approved by the banks could be just one word from him. Caelums pulse quickened, Alpha instinct stirredCterritorial, ambitious, calcting. Opportunity and leverage were wolves circling the same kill. Ryker grinned, eyes gleaming. Hes young, and yet impressive. Aurora gave a soft hum, a hint of pride mingled with envy, Luck of birth, I suppose. Hes an only child. Fathermands in the military hierarchy, mother heads a leading medical institute. A union of strength and intellect. Unlike me Im merely the second branch of the Bluemoon Beta family. All true wealth and power belong to my uncle. I w my way up, only to earn status as the first female pilot of Airborne Wing Name and title, but little real power. She nced at Caelum, head of the legendary SilverTech Forgeworks. From a fledglingpany to a publicly listed powerhouse in three yearsChis achievements dwarfed even Bluemoon Groups potential. A future with him could secure influence, respect, and standing. A calcted ambition sharpened in her mind. Aurora looped her arm through Caelums and guided him toward her uncle and Kade, Ryker tagged along, grinning, Maybe PP Kade will like me and we can be friends! +8 Pearls Auroras smile remained polite, but her wolfish eyes showed contempt. Ryker was nothing more than Caelums Beta and longCtime friend. Without Caelums support, hed still be a mechanic, barely scraping by. Yet here he dreamed of gaining favor with Kade ckridgeCaughable overreach. Soon, the trio reached the private room where Vaughn and Kade had stopped. *My uncle, I saw you and Kade enjoying some leisure, so I brought Caelum and a friend to greet you. Aurora said, smiling. Ah. Aurora, Vaughn chuckled. And this must be the niece I told Kade about. Shes the first female pilot at Bluemoon Airborne. Perhaps one day, Kade, youll be flying under hermand. The room hummed with quiet admiration. Other onlookers whispered their respect. Ms. Aurora is incredibleCfirst female pilot at Bluemoon Airborne. Truly remarkable. Send Gifts Ascension 46 Third Persons POV +8 Pearls Aurora, daughter of the Bluemoon Packs Beta, basked in the ttering words swirling around her like warm spring air. The daughter of Bluemoons Beta is naturally unlike any ordinary woman. Everypliment felt like a rich reward for the grueling years she had wed her way through to be the first female pilot of theBluemoon Airborne Wing. Where, Aurora demurred with practiced humility, her voice as smooth as ss. I was simply lucky to be the Airborne Wings first female pilot. You certainly were lucky. Thezy drawl sliced through the polite hum of the gathering. Kades sharp gaze locked on her. I heard, he continued, that back when you were just an ordinary flight officer, you were sent abroad to deliver a shipment of aid. Your coCpilot died unexpectedly on foreign soil, and together with the captain, you managed to bring back a number of stranded pack membersCearning yourself high merit. Thats how you were promoted to coCpilot. Without that well, with your record, you wouldnt have climbed that high so quickly. Auroras expression flickeredCjust for a second. It meant Kade had looked into her. But why? She had never crossed paths with him before this night. That kind of merit is rare, someone at her side quickly added. And at the time, the territory she went to was riddled with war and bloodshed. That kind of courage isnt something just any woman can match. Kades lips curvedCnot in a smile, but in a cold, mocking twist. Then you must not have met many women. The wellCmeaning supporters voice died in their throat. Aurora tilted her chin slightly, irritation pricking at herposure. She knew well that Kade ckridge was not someone she could afford to offend. But neither was she willing to let a few careless words trample on the hardCwon glory she had bled for. Kade, she said evenly, I may have been lucky to be coCpilot, but not every woman can step into that role, even if fortune hands her the chance. So being a coCpilot is such an aplishment? Kades tone was almost amused. In the military wings, theres no shortage of women who can fly, Before I met you, I thought you were a selfCreliant, relentless kind of woman. Now, it seems you fly a ne and think yourself invincible. His mind flickered to someone truly formidableCFreya Thorne. She had once flown a warbird straight through the burning clouds of cannon fire, risking everything to saye pack civilians andrades alike. She had been prepared to die doing it. The thought brought a faint warmth to Kades otherwise cold demeanor. Auroras cheeks flushed red, then paled. His words were like the crack of an Alphas strike across the face. The rest of the guests shrank back, unwilling to get caught in the crossfire. Fortunately, Caelum stepped forward, breaking the taut air. Kade. An honor to finally meet you. Vaughn, Auroras uncle, seized the chance. Kade, youve only just returned to the Capital, so you might not knowCCaelum is one of the rising stars in the tech world. Hispany went from nothing to a full listing in just three years. hope well have the opportunity to work together, Caelum added smoothly. Young and aplished? Kadesugh was low and edged with steel. Vaughn, are you joking with me? You dare call a man who cheats on his mate aplished? 12:50 PM P P The air thickened. Every gaze shifted toward Aurora and Caelum. +8 Pearls After all, the story of that fateful banquet nightCwhen a giant disy had shown Caelums mother Eleanor and sister Giselle conspiring to ruin his own mate, just so he could cast her aside and be with AuroraChad already swept through the upper ranks of the Capitals packs. Both Aurora and Caelum flushed a furious crimson. Its a misunderstanding, Vaughn rushed to say. Yes, Caelum echoed. Aurora and I are only friends. Friends? Kades voice was velvet over razors. I hear thatst month, while your mate traveled alone to retrieve her parents remains from overseas after a tragic ident, you were right here in the CapitalCkeeping this friendpany. Caelums heart jolted. How in the moons name did Kade know that? It was sudden, he exined quickly. Aurora got a headache, and I had to rush her to the medics. I couldnt make it in time to apany my mate. Headache? Kades eyes were shards of ice. So your friend outweighed your own mates grieving parents? The unspoken judgment rang through the room. Everyone here was too sharp to buy the word friend. Many already knew Caelum had concealed his marriage, letting the world believe he was unattached. And the ckridge bloodline was infamous for its upromising loyalty to their mates. In their creed, betrayal was unforgivable. No wonder more than a few of the guests now looked at Caelum and Aurora not with admirationCbut with pity. Send Gifts 30 Ascension 47 They hade tonight with the clear intent of currying favor with Kade ckridge. +8 Pearls Now, it was no longer a matter of building tiesCat this point, avoiding his open contempt would be the greatest mercy they could hope for. A fine sheen of sweat broke across Caelums brow. Kade was younger than him, but the sheer dominance in the Alphas eyes carried the weight of a seasoned warlord. The pressure coiled in Caelums spine like a hunters fangs poised over prey. Dead wolves cant bepared to the living, Ryker drawled suddenly. Fetching an urn doesnt take two. But Auroras headache, and that could be serious or not. Caelum was simply being considerate. A sh of cial fury lit Kades gaze. He rose from his seat in a single, fluid movement and stalked toward Ryker, every step emanating the predatory prowl of an apex Alpha. What, Kades voice cracked like a whip, did you just say? Ryker, oblivious to the danger, pressed on. I said the dead cant bepared to the living. Freya Thornes parents have been dead for three years. Was Caelum supposed to abandon an injured woman just to escort her to collect ashes? CRACK. The sound of Kades palm striking flesh split the air like lightning over the mountains. Ryker stumbled back, nearly toppling into the low table beside him. Kade, thats going too far, Caelum interjected, his voice tight. Ryker was, after all, his beta and friend. Too far? Kades snarl rumbled deep in his chest, every syble bristling with the feral edge of a wolf ready to tear flesh. Ive not even begun. In a blur, his boot mmed into Rykers midsection, sending him sprawling to the floor. Before Ryker could rise, Kades heel came down hard, pinning him by the chest. Doing what? Kades tone was deathly cold. Putting down a beast. One who dares speak words only a beast would utter. Freya Thornes parentsCare they yours to disgrace?? Ryker wheezed under the pressure but still managed, And why not? Freyas parents cant be beyond reproach. Three years married to Caelum, and all shes done is idle away her days. Everyone knows Aurora is the better choice! Surely even you, Kade ckridge, arent so blinded by gossip that youd pity Freya. That woman doesnt deserve pity! Part loyalty to Caelum, part selfCinterestCRykers words were as much a performance as a defense. His smallpany survived only on the scraps of contracts Silver Tech Forgeworks tossed his way. Kadeughed thenCa sound sharp enough to cut bone. To him, Freya was a name carved high as the mountain peaks, a presence he revered. And here she was, reduced to filth in the mouth of this cur. Worse still, her own mate stood silent. You think your mate unworthypared to Aurora? Kades eyes bored into Caelum like a de. Caelum hesitated before answering. In temperament and skill, Freya falls short of Aurora. But shes still my mate. Even if shecks ability, I dont hold it against her. Kade withdrew his boot from Rykers chest, his expression still like a winter storm. Her ability? How much do you even know? Without her, do you think your fledglingpany could have reached the point of going public in three years? Thats because Caelums vision is sharp, his judgment precise, his abilities exceptional, Aurora interjected smoothly. Caelum met Kades gaze in silence, clearly agreeing with her. In his mind, his rise had been entirely his own doing. Kades mouth twisted into a cold sneer. Caelum Grafton, without Freya Thornes hand guiding you, you are nothing. The vision you boast of, the ability you prizeCit was her, always her. What? Caelum blinked, momentarily thrown. +8 Pearls Auroras voice sharpened. Kade, even if you want to defend Freya, you cant demean Caelum like this. Exactly. Ryker muttered from the floor, though with far less bravado after the blows. What skill could Freya possibly have to help Caelum? What skill? Kades contempt deepened, his tone brimming with Alpha authority. Back in the Iron Fang Recon Unit, her research overhauled the packs entire defense grid. In aerial drone applications, she was unmatchedCone of the top military specialists in the field. If she hadnt resigned hermission, shed have more des in drone warfare than you could count. The room fell silent. Rykers eyes widened. Impossible. How could she-? Do I look like Id waste my breath on lies? Kades voice was pure frost. No one dared speak further. The ckridge heir would never tarnish his name with falsehoods, least of all for a woman he defended with such open ferocity. Caelums face burned. Kades words were a dagger driven deepCtelling everyone present that the Silverfang Alphas renown as a tech prodigy was built on Freyas foundation. He wanted to deny it, tosh back. But the moment he tried, his mind betrayed himCshing with memories of Freya standing beside him atteCnight strategy tables, pointing out paths he hadnt seen, sealing deals he couldnt have won alone. Send Gifts 30 Ascension 48 +8 Pearls Caelum had always believed it was sheer luck that Freya had been able to help himnd certain lucrative contracts for SilverTech Forgeworks. But nowCif it wasnt luck at all? If every victory, every step toward the packs rising power in the tech world was tied to her alone? A cold film of sweat prickled at the back of his neck, and an icy weight seemed to coil around his chest. What tech prodigy? What a load of dung, Kade ckridges voice cut through the air, sharp with contempt. Caelum Grafton, you should be thanking Freya for standing beside you for three years. Her taste in males is the only thing Ill fault, her forCimagine giving so much to someone like you, and you strut around thinking it was all your own doing. Every word from Kades mouthnded like a deliberate sh at Caelums pride. Worse he couldnt muster a single retort. Kade turned toward Vaughn, his amber gaze still glinting with the hunt. Looks like this feast is over. Im leaving. Vaughn nodded hastily. Of course. The Bluemoon elder only prayed their pack hadnt provoked this young warlord of the Capital. But just before crossing the threshold, Kade paused and looked back at Caelum. Oh, one more thingCnone of the Four Great Bankswyers will touch your mothers and sisters cases. Thats my doing. Caelums pupils constricted. So the walls hed been mming into for weeks were Kades making? Why? ( For Freyas sake? Out of pityCor something else entirely? And how did this ruthiess Alpha know so much about FreyaCdown to ssified Iron Fang Recon Unit research, her being a topCtier unmanned aerial systems expert? Information Caelum, her own mate, had never even heard. His mind shed back to an argument with a former project manager whod once said, Alpha, you dont know your mate at all. Now, that sentence burned with truth. Kades departure scattered the rest of the gathering; one by one, they made excuses and slipped out. Vaughn gave Aurora a meaningful look. Kade once served in the Iron Fang Recon Unit for a time. From the way he spoke tonight, I suspect Freya did as well. They may have history. Auroras eyes widened. You meanCKade and Freya might know each other well? Closer than they should? This young Alpha of the ckridge line isnt the sort to raise his hackles for just anyone, Vaughn said grimly. If I were you, Alpha Caelum, Id keep my distance from him. Caelums jaw Lightened. The onceClively chamber was nowChushed, with only Caelum, Aurora, and Ryker remaining Ryker clutched his ribs, grimacing. That Freyas got some skill, Ill give her thatCgot another male stepping in to defend her. A male and a female that close bet the real closeness is in bed, eh? Ryker! Caelums voice cracked like a whip. Shes my mateCwatch your tongue. +8 Pearls Ryker blinked, startled, then scoffed. Since when do you care? Youve let me talk about her before. Dont tell me you actually believe Kades tailClifting nonsenseCthat yourpanys rise is all her doing. Shes just an Omega from Iron Fangs backline. Caelum. She patched supply manifests, not battle drones. She doesnt even carry a proper wolf scentCweak as a humans. Military expert? Please. If she were, Ill go gnaw my own tail. Rykers voice dripped with derision, but Aurora said nothingCher silence telling enough. Both she and Caelum knew that an Alpha like Kade had no reason to spin a false tale. Enough. Ill call you a transport. Get yourself to the healer and check those ribs, Caelum told Ryker curtly. Once the Beta was on his way, Caelum turned to Aurora, bitterness shading his eyes. Ive let you down, havent I? Of course not, Aurora said softly. But Freyas strange, Caelum. Already mated to you, yet she hid any past achievements with Iron Fang. If she really is an expert in unmanned aerial systems, she should have patentsCblueprints that could grow SilverTech Forgeworks to new heights. If it were me, Id have given you everything for the sake of the pack. Caelum froze. Patents? If she had thoseCand they could be fused into SilverTechs production lines His gaze sharpened with a sudden gleam. As for your legal trouble, Aurora went on, Ill keep looking. If the Four Great Bankswyers wont touch it, there are still others. Dont worry too much. Gratitude softened his voice. Aurora thank you. I only want the best for you, she murmured. After all, she had chosen him. And if her chosen Alpha thrived so would she. Send Gifts Ascension 49 Freyas POV +8 Pearls I had packed thest of my belongings from the Silverfang Alphas vi and set them neatly into the trunk of Lanas car. Three years of marriage, and my possessions could fit into a single case. Lana leaned on the drivers side door, smirking. Honestly, I thought youd have Kadee help you haul your stuff out. That boy would probably leap at the chance. I shook my head. For one suitcase? Not worth calling him. Kade had offered, of courseChe always didCbut I had no desire to drag him into this. Lana chuckled as she popped the trunk shut. Careful, Freya. He might think youve ditched him again. Wouldnt be the first time hes cried about it. I raised a brow. Cried? Hes a grown wolf, not a pup fresh out of the den. Oh, trust me, she said, sliding behind the wheel, when he found out youd mated to Caelum without telling him, he bawled in front of everyone after a pack gathering. Kept howling about how you had terrible taste in malesCWhy him? Of all wolves, him! That made me pause. In the Iron Fang Recon Unit, Kade had taken wounds without so much as a wince. The thought of him breaking down over my mating bond was strange. Still, Lana went on, he wasnt wrong about Grafton. That Alphas not exactly worth the fur on his back. Enough. Just drive, I said, sliding into the passenger seat. I nned to stay with Lana for a few daysClong enough to take my parents ashes back to our homnd for a proper resting cebefore returning to The Capital to find my own den. Lana started the engine. Oh, and dont tell Kade I told you about the crying. He bribed me to keep quiet. I arched a brow. What kind of bribe? She grinned wickedly. A shirtless sleeping shot of his uncle. I choked on air. Youre interested in his uncle? I was, she said with a shrug. Hes a , cold as winter steel. I chased him for a while, but it got boring. Males are plentiful; why get stuck on one tree when theres a whole forest? I caught the shadow in her eyes and didnt pry. Years ago, shed been smitten with that male, but in the two years, his name hadnt passed her lips. My phone buzzed thenCan unfamiliar number. When I answered, a low, , Ss Whitmor said, if you wish to return my coat, Im at the range. The range? I blinked. Yes. I have time now. If you dont, then never mind. I have time, I replied quickly. Better to sever this tie now, before the Irond Alpha found more excuses to cross paths with
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He sent me the location. I turned to Tana. Drop me here. Take my case to your ceCIll collect itter. She gave me a look. That was Whitnor on the line? What does he want? To return something thats his. 104 +8 Pearls The shooting range was an exclusive, membersConly ceCnot somewhere just anyone could walk into. Wren, Sss ever- efficient Beta assistant, was waiting at the gate when I arrived. Miss Thorne, he said with a respectful nod. This way. His deference was notable; in The Capital, Wren barely acknowledged most highCborn wolves. And yet, he treated mean Omega with no pack standing hereCwith something that edged on reverence. I knew what it meant. Ss Whitmors interest was a dangerous thing. The sharp cracks of gunfire reached my ears as we crossed the openCair range. I didnt flinch; the sound was as familiar as my own heartbeat. In the Iron Fang days, the rifle range had been my daily haunt. And then I saw him. Ss stood with the poise of a predator in ck, sleeves rolled to the elbow, the hard lines of his forearms taut as he leveled his weapon. A headset covered his ears, his stance bnced and unshakable. Each pull of the trigger sent another round into the bullseye, the recoil barely moving him. It was clinical, preciseClike watching a wolf hone his ws, every movement under absolute control. And as the brass casings hit the ground with a soft, metallic chime, I knew one thingCSs Whitmor didnt invite me here just to retrieve a coat. Send Gifts Ascension 50 Freyas POV I watched Ss Whitmor lower his weapon, removing the headset to nce in my direction. His eyes, sharp as betrayed the satisfaction of a hunter seeing prey respond to the lure of the hunt. Here you are. Faster than I expected, he said, his voice as controlled and precise as the rifle he had just fired. I stepped forward with the neatly folded coat Id dryCcleaned. This is the jacket you lent mest time. +8 Pearls wolfs, skimmed the fabric with casual indifference. Wren moved to take the clothing from my hands, his posture rigid Sss gaze with deference. Then Ill take my leave, I said, turning to step away. Sss voice cut through the air, calm butmanding. Since youvee all this way, why not shoot a few rounds? Consider it a way to repay me for lending you the coat. I pursed my lips. A few rounds? Five rounds. Ten shots each, he replied. A staff member set the pistols, ammunition, and ear protection before me. I looked down at the weapon, and instinct surged through my veins. Even after leaving the Iron Fang Recon Unit, even after stepping away from military life, my hands remembered. Checking the pistol, loading it, donning the headsetCall of it felt as natural as breathing. Muscle memory carved deep into my bones. I raised the gun, aiming at the distant target. Bang. Bang. Bang. Each shot echoed in the open range, sharp and controlled. My eyes were steady, my expression cold, preciseCthe calm, lethal calm of a soldier still etched into me. Ss watched me, and for a fleeting moment, his controlled exterior seemed to falter, almost dazzled by the presence of another predator. He remembered the pastCthe chaos of war, the rubble, the moments when hed thought all was lost. He had felt that same glint of survival then, and now, in my steady hands and unyielding gaze, it returned. Round after round passed. We alternated shots, our scores almost neck and neck. Five roundster, I set the gun down and exhaled, a long, satisfying breath. It had been a game for him, but for me, it was the kind of sharp, intoxicating release I hadnt felt in years. You are the most skilled female shooter Ive ever seen, Ss said, his voice calm, but there was a weight behind it. Thank you, I replied politely. But there are many women in the unit whose aim surpassed mine. Im not the best. Ss tilted his head slightly, curious. Then why, with your skills, did you choose Caelum Grafton? My face darkened. That is my private matter. I dont owe an exnation. He smiled faintly, a predators smile. And if I dont like him if I wanted to make him pay, what would you do? I kept my tone t, neutral. Do what you will. I will not interfere. Then you dont care about Caelum? he pressed, eyes locked on mine. turned to leave, dismissing the question, but his voice stopped me. And Kade? What about him? I froze. Kade how did he know about my history with the ckridge Alpha? +8 Pearls Sss voice cut again, smooth as ice. If I moved against him, what would you do? Im genuinely curious. My hands curled into fists, fury and instinct rising in tandem. In a heartbeat, I spun on him, closing the distance in a blur of motion, and yanked at his cor, my amber eyes zing. Dont you dare touch Kade! It was both a warning and a threat. Wren froze beside us, pale and stiff. In The Capital, who had the audacity to seize the cor of the Irond Alpha? No one. And yet, there I stood, my teeth gritted, my wolfs instinct sharp and raw. Sss gaze stayed locked on me, unwavering. His amber eyes, so often calm as the dead, now burned with an intensity that rivaled the sun itselfCbut not for me. For another male. A rival. You hear me? Dont touch Kade. He is not a toy for your amusement! I growled, every wordced with the predators edge of my lineage. Sss eyes narrowed. And you? Would you stay by my side, then? For a while? I faltered. What do you mean? If I leave Kade alone, you remain here, with me. Thats the condition, he said, calm as a frozenke, as if negotiating the most ordinary of contracts. My wolf growled deep in my chest, fury sparking hotter than any gunfire. This man, this Alpha, treated others lives like pawns. And yet he dared speak to me as if I were merely a piece on his board. I drew back, amber eyes shing, heart and wolf both warning meCthis was not a man to be underestimated. Send Gifts 30 Ascension 51 Freyas POV Just as I opened my mouth, a familiar voice rang sharply behind me. +8 Pearls Looks like I came just in time. If Alpha Whitmor wants to move against me, go ahead. But dont even think about using Freya as leverage! My body froze. I turned, and there he wasCKade ckridge, striding across the range with thatmanding wolfCborn presence. Kade? Here? My brows lifted in surprise. He reached my side in a few strides. Freya, I heard from Lana that you were here. So I came to get you. Returned the coat? Yeah its returned, I said, realizing immediately that Lana must have told him. Then lets go. He tugged my hand free from Sss cor and turned to face the Irond Alpha. Mr. Whitmor, if you think you can move against me, use my sister as a ything, be my guest. Try it. Sss frown tightened, his gaze narrowing at the sight of Kade and me side by side. The image stabbed like sunlight into his chestCjust like the scene hed witnessed at the hospital, me held close by Kade. Theres nothing in this world thats absolute. You may think youre the hunter, but perhaps unknowingly, youve be prey, Kade said, gripping my hand, and then we left. In The Capital, few had the audacity to confront Ss Whitmor headCon. Fewer still survived such encounters unscathed. Wren, Sss voice cut softly behind us, cold as ice, tell me could I ever be the prey? Wren stiffened. Impossible. Who in The Capital would dare? Even Kade, a notorious smallCscale Alpha in the city, could notpare to Ss in sheer authority and reach. Yet, Ss murmured, his gaze lingering on the pistol I had just used, what if someday, I truly be prey? Who do you think the hunter would be? The thought was chilling. Who in this world could, or would, hnt Ss Whitmor? I followed Kade out of the shooting range, still gripping his hand. Were you not afraid of what you just said to him? That youd provoke him? Kade smirked, calm as ever. Since I said it, why would I be afraid? But Whitmor isnt like anyone else. Even if youre strong- You think Im that weak? Kade interrupted, a predators grin tugging at the corner of his lips. Im no longer the reckless pup from the Iron Fang Recon Unit. If Ss wants to strike, he better prepare for mutual destruction. His confidence made me pause. There was no use arguing further. Whatever happened, wed face it together. And you, Freya, he added, teasing yet earnest. Werent you the one speaking boldly for me back there? Didnt you feel fear? I let out a bitterugh. Me? This is my fight, too. And Kade unlike you, I have no family watching over me. If something happens to me, no one will mourn. I am alone. Even if dangeres, 1- never finished my sentence, How you think no one would mourn you? Kades grip tightened, his amber eyes zing. If something happens to you, I cannot speak for othersCbut I swear, I will carve my way through fire and blood to avenge you! I stared at him, unsteady. The boy who once needed my guidance, my protection, had grown into this unwavering Alpha- +8 Pearls mature, decisive, dangerous. His expression left no doubt: if harm ever came to me, he would act, without hesitation. I wont fall so easily. You forget what I can do, I said, my throat tight but voice steady. Kades grin deepened, wolfish. Of course. And I will not let anything happen to you, either. We climbed into the car. I want to go pay respects to your parents, he said. Would that be alright? I blinked, touched by the thoughtfulness in his voice. You dont have to. Theyre still at the funeral home, waiting to be interred. Kade nodded. If Id known you were retrieving their ashes, I would havee with you. I felt the sting of tears but smiled faintly. Your intention is enough. They are safe, for now. When we arrived, I knelt before the casket holding my parents ashes. The national g draped across it shone bright, the same red my parents had once fought to protect with their lives. pressed my hands together in silent prayer. Mom, Dad just a few more days, and Ill bring you home. I opened my eyes and saw Kade bowing sincerely before the casket. Uncle, Auntie rest assured. I will protect Freya. She will never be hurt again. The determination in his posture, the heat of his wolfCborn auraCit made my chest tighten. In this city of power and predators, I was not alone. Ascension 52 Freyas POV I let out a small, wry smile. I dont need you to take care of me. I can handle myself. Even if youre strong, I still want to take care of you, Kade said, his amber gaze locking onto me. If Id known what Caelum GraftonCwhat that bastardCdid to you back then, I would have My phone rang, cutting off his words. The screen shed Caelums name. I frowned, answering. Why have you cleared out all your things from the vi? His voice was sharp, threaded with irritation. I moved out. If you see anything left that belongs to me, just throw it away. No need to call, I said, my voice calm, steady. Moved out? What is this supposed to mean? Are you sulking at me? Not sulking. I just dont want to live there anymore, I said lightly. And about the divorce I dont want to drag it on. I can waive the hundred million in the agreement, but I need you to finalize the divorce papers as soon as possible. Three more days, and the thirtyCday Lunar Severance Phase would end. Once he agreed, we could be done. I wanted this marriage ended cleanly, with no lingering chains. Fine. You want a divorce? Thene back to the vi. Well talk about it now! he barked, then hung up. I put my phone away and turned to Kade. I need to go to the vi. Is this about the divorce? Ill go with you! Kade said immediately, having overheard some of the call. No. This is between me and him. Ill go alone, I replied firmly. Are you really going through with it? His gaze bore into me. I nced at my parents casket in my mind, remembering their sacrifices. If they could see me now, would they want me to remain trapped in this hollow marriage? Yes, I said aloud, voice low but unwavering. When I arrived at the vi, Caelum was already sitting on the living room sofa. Freya do you really want a divorce? His tone was a mixture of disbelief and irritation. My marriage with you has no reason to continue, I said inly. For such trivial things, you want a divorce? What do you even take marriage to be? Trivial? I gave him a sharp look. Your mother and sister treated me that wayCis that trivial? And your affair with Aurora- is that trivial? His face darkened. My mother and sister were wrong, but theyve been detained. Theyve paid the price. Isnt that enough? Iughed bitterly. So the abuser pays, the victim should just be satisfied? Is that what you think? And Aurora and I were just friends! I never slept with her, so stop aecusing me of adultery! Do you really think infidelity is only about the body? I snapped. When everyone thinks you two are perfect together, when everyone praises you as the golden coupleCdid you ever deny it? Did you ever say, I already have a wife? I was a business setting. I couldnt disrupt the atmosphere. Besides, if I contradicted her, I would have embarrassed AuroralTM No, I said, voice cold, you werent afraid of disrupting the atmosphere. You werent worried about Auroras face. You were asharned of me. You were too embarrassed to say anything because Im your wife, because being married to me made you lose face! +8 Pearls His face flushed with embarrassment, but he quickly countered, And you? Do you think youre wless? You have multiple patents, were a drone specialist in the military, and yet never told me! Yes, I didnt mention it. Because you never cared. I said, letting the words cut. I told you Id done research on drones. And what did you say? You thought I was boasting. You thought I was jealous of Aurora and trying topete with her! Caelum went silent, realizing he had indeed dismissed my words when thepany was expanding into drone tech. The one who truly despised me in this house was you. Thats why your mother, your friends, even Aurora, looked down on me! I said, my voice sharp. His expression shifted, a mix of red and pale. I didnt despise you I just He faltered, struggling for an exnation that didnt exist. Doesnt matter anymore. Im here only to settle the divorce, I said. He pressed his lips together, eyes narrowing. Are you divorcing me to be with Kade? I froze. My pulse jumped. How could he even mention Kade? The air in the vi felt suddenly colder, heavy with the scent of tension and unspoken truths. Ascension 53 Freyas POV +8 Pearls I hadnt expected him to bring up Kade like that. His words hit me like a snapping fang. I cant believe youre still close with Kade, Freya. One Ss Whitmor, one Kade ckridge. you really know how to stir trouble with men, Caelum spat, his tone dripping with jealousy, teeth bared in more than metaphor. I narrowed my amber eyes, feeling the primal heat of indignation re in my chest. Caelum, dont let your own filth blind you. Kade is myradeCmy packmate. He would never betray me. Comrade? His sneer cut like jagged ws. Arade would risk themselves for someone who left the military three years ago? Kade is known as one of The Capitals little tyrantsChe doesnt lift a paw for anyone! Freya, just how deep is your bond with him that he would step into my territory for you? Were you two inseparable in the military SLAP! The strikended across his face like iceCshattered ss. The room froze under the charge of tension, thick as wolfCscent in a storm. Caelum flinched,,a sting of pride burning hotter than any wound. Since building SilverTech Forgeworks, no one had dared strike him like this. Not once. Freya, have you lost your mind? he growled, voice low and dangerous. I bared rny own resolve, eyes locked on his, amber fire ring. Those wordsCenough to charge a soldier with insult. Soldiers dont tolerate such venom. Between soldiers, we trust our lives with each other. When the huntes, when the ws strike, we risk everything to protect our packmates., My voice rang like the call of a lone wolf in the night, sharp andmanding, leaving no room for doubt. Silence fell. He looked smaller somehow, diminished under the weight of my gaze, as though he were exposed beneath the moonlight and stripped of his armor. You will never understand, I said softly, letting the wolf in me speak through the calm. Yes. I dont understand. You want a divorce, right? Fine, I agree! His tone shifted, cold and calcting, predatory in its own way. Ive studied your patents. The rest I can let goCbut that drone control program you patented after our marriage? After the divorce, it must be fully authorized to SilverTech Forgeworks for development and deployment. My fur bristled beneath the skin, the chill of betrayal crawling down my spine. You want my patent?? I asked, low and dangerous. Its marital property. I want it. When thepany profits, youll get your share, he said, voice smooth but sharp as a fang. I saw through it. Opportunism, pure and unmasked. That patent was the culmination of my postCmilitary work, most of it crafted before our union. The final stages were onlypleted after the loss of my parents and my slow recovery from grief. It was meant to strengthen SilverTech, yet now he tried to seize it like a wolf iming prey. And if I refuse? My voice dropped to a growl, cold and predatory, slicing the air between us. Then Ill take it to the courts, he said, eyes narrowing. I know you intended it for SkyVex Armaments, but its marital property. Want to see them suffer for your defiance? Be my guest I shook my head, amber eyes shing with disdain. Lthought you had any semnce of integrity left, but now even this petty greed, you unt it. This is for the . If you insist on divorce, the patent belongs to Silver Tech! His tone hardened like steel. Survival of his empire depended on it. I met him with unflinching eyes, wolf instincts sharpening my senses. For thepany? Fine. Hold your press conference to announce the divorce, apany me to the civil affairs office, and the patent is yours. Surprise flickered across his features. You really mean it? I do, I said, ws metaphorically sheathed but resolve unyielding. Three days, then, he said, eyes dark, predatory. I expect you to honor your word. +8 Pearls I let out a low, bitterugh. Once, I had bared my heart to him. Now, even this divorceCa severing of tiesCwas twisted into leverage. Caelum, I, Freya Thorne, have never regretted anything in my life but marrying you? That, I do regret! My words struck like fangs, sharp and unflinching. Send Gifts 19 Ascension 54 Third Persons POV Lanas amber eyes widened as Freyas terms hung in the air. Youre really giving him the patent? +8 Pearls Freyas lips curved into a slow, wolfish smirk. Whether Caelum can wield it or not thats another matter. There was a predators edge in her voice, subtle but unmistakable, as if the steel in her gaze could cut through SilverTechs reinforced walls. Lana rxed slightly, sensing the coiled strategy beneath Freyas calm exterior. And the divorce whats your price? 1.53 million. Freya said, steady, preciseCher words marking territory like a lone wolf staking a im. Every syble carried weight, every pause measured. It was before leaving Caelum Graftons penthouse that she hadid down her demand. What? Only 1.53 million? Lana blinked, disbelief coloring her tone. You helped Caelum push SilverTech to go public. By rights, you should get half his assets in a divorce. Freyas amber eyes narrowed, her fangs barely showing in a faint snarl. His properties are tied up with the banks, and SilverTech is strapped for cash. Even if I wanted more, he simply cant give it. And I just want to sever the tie cleanly. I dont want to stay bound to him anymore. Lana tilted her head, sensing the precision behind Freyas calction. Then why 1.53 million? Thats oddly specific, she asked. Freyas gaze darkened, eyes glinting with a flicker of fire. She pursed her lips bitterly. 1.53 million its my parents deathpensation. I used that money to help Caelum start SilverTech. Now if I am to cut ties, I need at least this back. The scales have to be bnced. Lanas jaw tightened. Caelum truly is despicable. Taking your parents money to build his empire and not even collecting their ashes? If Eric were here he would tear him apart verbally. And you youd probably get scolded too for getting involved! A small, bitterugh escaped Freya, low and almost wolfish. Yes if Eric knew, hed certainly give me one of his legendary scoldings. Her mind drifted briefly to her brotherCEric Thorne. The man who scolded not with venom, but with precision. The words cut deep, leaving invisible marks that shaped her discipline and instincts. Back then, she had feared his voice, his judgment. But now she longed for that rity, the grounding presence of a packs discipline. Dont worry, Lana said, her hand brushing Freyas shoulderCa silent gesture of solidarity. Soon enough, youll get that scolding. Not long now. Freyas gaze lowered, amber eyes fixed on the floor, but her wolfish instincts remained alext. Once the divorce was finalized, she would return her parents remains to their resting ce in their hometown, honoring their memory properly. Then the hunt would resumeCshe would track Eric to wherever he had vanished, no matter the distance. That may dy the start of your work at SkyVex Armaments, Lana said softly, reading the tension in Freyas posture, but the drone research can wait. Youll find him first. Freya nodded slowly, her jaw set. The wolf within her prowled, restless, sniffing the trail, sensing the territories yet to reim. Amber eyes reflected determination, the kind that would not be denied. She would find Eric. She would reim her legacy. She would not allow Caelum or anyone else to stake a im over her life or her intellect again. Meanwhile, across town at the Cloud Horizon restaurant, Aurora watched Caelum Grafton with cautious curiosity. She really agreed to give you the patent? Caelum exhaled, tension knitting his brow. Yes. As long as I hold the press conference to announce the divorce, shell hand it over. Even he felt a pang of disgust at himself. He had never imagined divorce could be a weapon, a transaction to secure survival for SilverTech. Yet the patent was crucial; without it, thepanys path through the current financial storm would be blocked. +8 Pearls And did she ask for anything else? Auroras concern was genuine. Any increase in Freyas leverage meant a decrease in his own future gains with her. She only requested 1.53 million in cash as a divorce settlement. Caelum replied, carefully choosing his words. *1.53 million? Aurora frowned. Why that number? He shrugged, a flicker of difort crossing his features. Who knows? Perhaps it was offhand. Ive long since lost track of the first capital she lent me when SilverTech was barely breathing. Will you give it to her? Aurora pressed. A sum of 1.53 million was not massive, but it would allow him to clear the legal path and resume his life. Caelum hesitated, feeling the sting of pride and the pull of responsibility. Aurora I need to discuss something with you. You know SilverTechs cash flow is tight. Paying 1.53 million in one go it might be difficult. Could we His face betrayed a hint of awkwardnessChe was ustomed to giving rather than taking, especially money, even more so to those he had wronged or owed. Auroras brow creased. I just became a coCpilot; I dont have much liquidity. My parents wealth isrgely tied in antiques, real estate very little cash. A shadow of disappointment crossed Caelums features. I have around 100,000 in cash. You can borrow that first, Aurora offered, voice steady, her wolfish practicalitying through. Never mind, Ill find another way, Caelum said, dismissing it. 100,000 wouldnt cover the debt anyway. Auroras expression softened, tinged with guilt. Sorry, Caelum. Cant help much. Its fine, he said. Actually, Aurora added thoughtfully, you dont have to give her cash immediately. You could offset it with your shares when the lockCup period ends. That way, no immediate cash ouy. Caelums eyes flickered. The shares are currently in the lockCup periodCthey cant be traded yet. Aurora smiled faintly, wolfish cunning glinting in her gaze. Then she can wait. If she truly wants the divorce, shell ept that. Trust me. Caelum nodded slowly, feeling the weight of inevitability settle over him like a wolf pressed against the windCresistant, but ultimately trapped in the hunt. Caelum hesitated for a moment, the weight of pride pressing against him. Fine let it be for now, he said finally. He wasnt the type to stoop to borrowing money, and his wolfish pride bristled at the thought. Send Gifts 30 Ascension 55 Chapter 55 Freyas POV +8 Pearls I stepped out of the airline executives office and froze midCstep. There they wereCCaelum and Aurora, walking side by side. The scent of dinner clung to them, a mundane trace of human routine, but beneath it, the tension between us crackled like electric fur on alert. Our eyes metCthree wolves sizing each other up in the hallway. I nned to skirt past them, to avoid unnecessary conflict, but Aurora moved first, stepping into my path like a sentinel. Freya what are you doing here? Her voice was sharp, confident, but I smelled the undercurrent of curiosity, of challenge, Does it concern you? I replied coldly, letting the words carry the weight of my wolf, calm yet lethal. She didnt relent. Dont lie. Youre here toin to my supervisor, arent you? To tattle? Her gaze sharpened, using. cant believe youre so petty. Your marriage with Caelum is falling apart, yet you refuse to face your own failings and instead want to me someone else. I didnt flinch. I let the Alphas presence re behind him. You actually came to lodge aint? If Aurora suffers any injustice because of you, I wont forgive it, Caelum growled, teeth clenched behind human manners. I looked at them both, my voice calm, controlled. Who would botherining over someone who doesnt matter? Caelum, in my mind, youve never carried that weight. Heat red across his face. Anger, frustration, humiliationCAlpha fire trapped in human skin. Then I turned my attention to Aurora. I am divorcing Caelum. The fault lies with him. If he had been loyal, respected his marriage, he wouldnt have abandoned me t time and again to chase anyone else. That kind of garbageCI dont want it. Take him if you wish. Auroras gaze sharpened, trying to read pain, suffering beneath my calm words. But there was none. Only rity. Only control. A wolf who has survived hunts knows when to bare fangs and when to restrain them. Youre putting on a show, she snapped. Youre divorcing Caelum. How could you not resent me? Otherwise, why emerge from the executive office just now? I allowed a faint, dry humor- to touch my lips. Do I need to be here because of you? I asked lightly. Im here to escort my parents ashes back to our hometown, to honor their memory. The executives insisted on seeing the detailsCthey knew these were fallen warriors ashes. Thats it. She lifted her chin, arrogance prickling in her posture. If you hate me, say it. Dont cloak it in shadows or sneaky maneuvers. I dont hate you, I said, steady, wolfCstrong. Hatred is fire too intense for someone like her. She doesnt deserve it. Her eyes widened slightly. Even Caelums jaw tightened in disbelief. Did I mean it? Absolutely. Soon, I will be divorced from Caelum. Do as you please after that. No need to hide behind excuses of friendship. My wordsnded, sharp and decisive, like ws slicing tension. As if on cue, a few airline colleagues passed by, ears pricked at the scent of drama, eyes snapping toward Caelum and Aurora. Her cheeks med pink under the scrutiny. Caelums re pierced me, How dare you speak to Aurora like that? This divorce has nothing to do with her! It doesnt, said lightly, dismissing his human fury. Every pulse of his anger rolled off me harmlessly, like a wolf shrugging off a raindrop. That evening, I stayed at Lanas ce. Kade arrived, wine in hand, grinning like a wolf smelling the hunt. Time to celebrate your freedom, Freya, he said. We ended up on the terrace, skewers sizzling over the mes, wine flowing under the moonlight, the air thick with pack energy, teasing andughter. +8 Pearls Tell me, Kade, Lana slurred, swaying, whats so thrilling about Freya getting divorced? Why celebrate? His grin was wolfish. Shes finally free from that scum. Why wouldnt I celebrate? Lanaughed, loud and unrestrained. True. Remember when Freya hid her marriage from everyone? And you cried over it, Kade? Now no need for tears. His face med crimson. He snapped at Lana, trying to cover his mouth, but she only waved him off. Why hide it? I told Freya everything. She already knows. I smiled faintly, wolfishly satisfied, the tension melting into warmth. Pack life, its loyalty, its teasing, its fireCthis is where strength lives. Kades embarrassment deepened, but tonight, under the silver light of the moon, I felt the thrill of the huntCuntethered, sovereign, andpletely mine. Send Gifts Ascension 56 Chapter 56 Freyas POV Kade he opened his mouth, but the words got caught somewhere between pride and hesitation. +8 Pearls I should have told you back then, when I married.. I didnt let you know. Im sorry, I said, taking the first step. I wanted him to know I remembered, I cared. His nose twitched, a sharp scent of emotion betraying him. Yeah I was miserable back then. Hed only just realized what his feelings for me truly were, but by that time, I had already been imed by another. The Alpha Caelum. Now he hesitated, then forced a grin. Now, Im happy. Happy? I blinked, slightly startled. Because Im divorcing? Exactly, he said, and his grin widened, wolfish and unabashed. Because youre divorcing, Im thrilled. He lifted his ss and drank deep, crimson wine spilling down the corner of his lips, tracing the line of his neck, soaking into the cor of his shirt. His eyes, bright as twin moons, glimmered with a drunken intensity. Once youre free theres something I want to tell you. I arched an eyebrow. Not now? He shook his head, a slow, deliberate movement. Not now. Later when theres no chains of duty, no moral leash, no pack politics to bind us. I nodded, understanding. Wolves feel the truth in their bones; he wanted a moment untethered, where our fates could collide freely. Fine, I said. Eventually, the wine got to him. Kade toppled onto the table, halfCasleep, halfClost in drunken haze. Lana, not far behind in her own indulgence, giggled uncontrobly beside him. I rubbed my temples, already bracing for thebor of dragging two drunken packmates to their respective rooms. A buzz on my phone broke my headache. A message from Caelum: the details of the divorce press conference. I stared at it, feeling the chill settle in my chest. After all was said and done, all that remained between him and me was this frozen, clinical severance. Soon, the press would/know. I had nned to go alone, but Lana refused. Youre getting divorced. I might as well be your familyCyou need me there she said, her voice warm, loyal, unwavering. A pang of something long buried surged through me. My parents gone, my brother missing, my marriage a hollow cageCId walked alone for so long. Yet here was Lana, a wolf standing firm beside me, ready to defend, to back me, regardless of the fight. You are my family, I murmured, a rare softness in my voice. The hotel lobby for the press conference was already set when we arrived, though the event hadnt begun. The first people I saw were Giselle and Eleanor. The air snapped with tension. Wolves scent danger a heartbeat before it strikes, and both of them radiated hostility. Eleanor lunged at me, hand arcing in a p meant to humiliate. I caught her wrist midCair. The only one who cannd you in prison is your own misdeeds, I said, letting the weight of my words be the packsw, then flicked her hand away. She shrieked, scandalized, How dare you strike your motherCinw! I narrowed my eyes. This human pretense, this weak mask of moral outrageCit wasughable. Caelums voice cut through sharply: Freya, you hit my mother? I turned just in time to see him and Aurora approaching. +8 Pearis Giselle trailed behind, halfCsupporting Eleanor, spinning her own version of events. Brother, its not her fault! Mom just yelled because Freya refused to sign that reconciliation statementCshe barely said anything! I fixed my gaze on Caelum. Do you believe her? She is my mother. Of course I do. We have a press conference in a few minutes; I dont want embarrassment. Youd better apologize immediately, he demanded, his Alpha authority sharp but naive. IughedCcold, wolfish, untamed. Caelum had seen Eleanors lies, her venom. Yet now, here he was, swallowing her words like an obedient pup. He had never truly seen me as family, never truly respected me as part of his pack. And he never would Whats so funny? he snapped, brow furrowed, ws of pride flickering beneath the surface. Divorcing you is, without a doubt, the best decision Ive ever made, I said inly. My words, light on human tone but heavy with wolfs conviction, cut through him sharper than fangs. He tensed, unease creeping across him. Though today the world would witness our divorce, hearing ite from me- strong, resoluteCwas like a fresh fang in the ribs, reminding him he was about to lose something hed never truly held. He tried to reim control, masking the sting. If you refuse to apologize then dont expect me to release the 1.53 million cash you demanded! Lanas voice rose instantly, a fierce growl of indignation. Caelum, are you even human? That moneyCits Freyas parents- I held up a hand, stopping her midCrant. Lana, let me handle this. I pulled out my phone and yed a video. The footage was clear: Eleanor lunged, failed, then staged the entire assault for human eyes. The truthy bare, the deception undone. Tonight, I would stand, fangs bared, instincts sharp. Wolves know the hunt is never just about survivalits about truth. dominance, and ining what is rightfully theirs. Send Gifts Ascension 57 Freyas POV +8 Pearls Caelum. dont you usually trust your mother? Do you still trust her now? I asked, my tone slicing through the tense air like a fang through hide. He froze, a flicker of shame crossing his features as he turned to look at Eleanor and Giselle. When I bailed you two out didnt you promise me this wouldnt happen again? Both of them shrank back slightly, the weight of their lies and pride momentarily faltering. Aurora jumped in, her voice smooth but sharp. Eleanor and Giselle were only upset because Freya refused to sign the reconciliation statement. After all, you were once a family. Why make such a scene? She turned toward me, eyes shing with some faux moral superiority. If I were you, Id never sink so low as to throw someone down when theyre already struggling. Giselles gaze softened toward Aurora, gratitude shining in her naive eyes. Aurora, youre wonderful. You dont hold my past mistakes against me. Once my brother and Freya are officially divorced, Ill make sure he marries you immediately! I chuckled quietly to myself. Watching the two of them now, so sisterly and affectionate, it was almostughable. Theyd barely survived a war of words in the station earlier, wing at each other over petty pride, and now they yed this game of sisterhood like wolves licking at each others necks in mock submission. Soon, the press conference began. Reporters packed the room, alongside some highCranking executives from SilverTech Forgeworks and representatives from partnerpanies. Caelum and I sat in the center on the raised tform. Caelum cleared his throat. Today, I am here to officially announce that Freya Thorne and I have decided to finalize our divorce. A wave of murmurs rippled through the room. He continued, smoothly, as if rehearsed: The UAV software patent Freya applied for during our marriage will, upon the divorce taking effect, belong to SilverTech Forgeworks. It will be developed exclusively under thepanys management. The murmurs grew louder. And ! will provide Freya with financialpensation as part of the divorce settlement, he added. Thispensation will not draw from SilverTechs resources, but from a portion of my personal shares, pledged to her. I froze. My instincts red, sensing the deception. Those shares were still lockedCuntouchable. Transferring them wasnt just impossible overnight; it requiredyers of approval, signatures, and corporate maneuvering. Caelum was speaking, but he wasnt nning to deliver a single cent. This isnt what we agreed on! I stood abruptly, eyes cold and razorCsharp, scanning him as if I could pierce through to the truth behind his words. Yes, I said Id give you cash, he replied, calm and calcted, but I do not intend to drainpany funds to pay for our marriage. Every personal dime I had is tied up in thepanys operations. Its a critical period for thepany. Freya are you willing to risk thepany just for money? His words were a trap. They painted him as the dedicated Alpha, the selfless pack leader, while framing me as greedy, petty, unreasonable, Executives eyes flicked to me, judgment glinting like sharpened ws. Eleanors voice shrieked above the murmurs. My son has devoted himself to thispany! And you you only care about taking money and walking away. You married him to live off his efforts, and now even more, all you think about is cash! Giselle joined, righteous and venomous Freya, are you willing to sacrifice the work for your personal gain? Thispany wasnt built as your private vaultCit was coCfounded with my brother and dedicated colleagues! +8 Pearls Their words painted me as selfish, my integrity shredded beneath the weight of their lies. I could feel the tension of the room like a wolfs hackles rising. Even though those executives knew, deep down, the work Id put in for years to build and protect thispany, when personal stakes came into y, their loyalties shifted like fickle winds. I met Eleanor and Giselles usations with a cold, unflinching gaze. Caelum said nothing. Private vault? Funny I remembered who had treatedpany profits as their own personal treasure. Then, a voice cut through the growing storm. Haha this is rich, Kade ckridge said as he strode into the room. The journalists turned, recognizing the infamous wolf of The Capital. His presence radiated power, raw and untamed, and all eyes snapped to him. Divorce and suddenly the patent is offClimits? Wanting Freya to walk away emptyChanded? This is boneCsucking evil, sharper than any vampires fang. The room fell silent, all the subtle murmurs halted. Caelums face shifted. He straightened, rigid with authority. Kade, thats a harsh usation. That patent was developed during our marriage and, as marital property, belongs to thepany. Theres nothing wrong with the arrangement. Kades lips curved into a sharp, predatory grin. Just because it was developed during the marriage doesnt make it joint property. That software was Freyas creationCyour name on it means nothing. Giselles voice shrilled, unrestrained. How do you know it had nothing to do with my brother? Hes an elite graduate Freya couldnt have done it alone. She mustve used his research somehow, right? I felt the surge of the pack in meCmy fangs itched, my muscles tensed. The rooms false hierarchy, their staged morality. their wsCinCdisguise, it all smelled like carrion. Wolves dont forgive deceit, and I was ready to tear through it all. Send Gifts 30 reger?teatter Ascension 58 Freyas POV 1 barely restrained augh. I knew how ridiculous this all must have looked to anyone who knew the truth. Kade. I murmured under my breath, go on. +8 Pearls His eyes glimmered, predatory and amused. Your brothers a finance graduate, right? Does he even know how to code? Build drones? And yet he thinks he can im a UAV patent? Giselles face froze. Her tone was sharp, defensive. And Freya? What skills could she possibly have to im a patent? Lana, zing with fury beside me, sprang to her feet. Freya graduated top of her ss at Halston Combat Academy! She was the top of The Capitals science track. Is that enough? Your brothers only got brains for money, apparently. He wants to grab Freyas patent, yet now pretends he cant pay her 1.53 million?! I let the words hang in the air, feeling the pack inside me stir with raw satisfaction. Giselles mouth fell open, disbelief written across her face. Graduated from Halston? Top of The Capital in science? That Freya? Impossible. In her eyes, I was nothing. And yet here I was, standing at the center of truth while she gaped like a wolf caught in the sun. Youre lying, Giselle stammered, disbelief still clinging to her words. You can always ask Caelum himself, Lana said, cold and deliberate. Giselle turned toward her brother. His silence confirmed everything. The truth, undeniable, pressed against the air like the scent of blood in a full moon hunt. While Giselle gawked at my qualifications, the others in the room were more shocked by how little Id requested for the divorce. Only 1.53 million? Most had assumed Id demand far more, and now they began to realize how unfairly Id been treated all these years. After all, by any normal division, I could have imed half of Caelums wealth. Caelum, I said, my voice even, razorCsharp, keep the patent. I only want the 1.53 million we agreed upon. His face darkened with humiliation and rage. I could feel the pack instincts ring from him, but the audiences gaze made him look small, almost pitiful. Freya I havent refused. Once the shares unlock, youll get your money. Why push me like this? Push you? I snorted, and then, deliberately, I brought out a thick stack of documents. These are your private card statements over the past two years. Just the jewelry you bought for AuroraCover twenty pieces, totaling more than 50 million. And now you tell me you cant pay 1.53 million for a divorce? Caelums face darkened further, but I didnt give him the chance to respond. I flicked my wrist, sending the entire stack scattering across the stage toward the audience. Invoices, photos of every piece of jewelry, and the marked prices flew through the air. Even the ne and earrings Aurora wore that day were among them. Alone, those two pieces were worth over 10 million: Eyes turned toward Aurora, Some of the reporters pointed and murmured. Her face drained of color. She hastily removed her ne and earrings, trembling. Her n to appear regal and superior, to highlight my supposed inadequacy, had backfired spectacrly. The jewelry now felt like a burning coal in her hands. One reporter pressed, voice sharp. Miss Aurora, are these gifts really from Mr. Grafton, as shown in these documents? Are the pieces youre wearing today also from him? another asked. Do these gifts carry any particr significance? She stammered, caught, the cameras capturing every microsecond. These are just gifts from Caelum as a friend. Nothing +8 Pearls more. Kades tone waszy, but it carried teeth. As a friend your friends generous, huh? Willing to give you 50 million in jewelry but balks at paying his wife 1.53 million for a divorce. Auroras face shifted from white to red. She tried to argue, but her words died before they even left her throat. Another reporter turned to Caelum. Did any of the 50 million in giftse from investors money? You just said all your personal funds are tied in thepany. Were you lying? His jaw tightened. No. None of this involvedpany funds or investors. Its all personal money. But then Giselle, desperate to attack, shouted, Thats because Freya cheated! Thats why my brother wont pay! A ripple of shock swept the room. And I have proof! she continued, fingers pointing at Kade. She cheated with him! She pulled out photosCKade and I, drinking, eating skewers,ughing. I felt the wolf in me bristle. My teeth ached to shred her lies apart. The smell of deceit, the scent of pack politics, the falsity in the airCit all called for one thing: dominance, control, and truthid bare. Ascension 59 Freyas POV ++8 Pearls I looked at the photos, my jaw tight. They were takenst night on Lanas terrace, carefully framed to show only Kade and me together, deliberately cutting her out of the frame. One picture made my stomach tightenCKade leaning against my shoulder, my arms around his waist. That was the moment I was just trying to steady a drunken Kade and get him inside. Giselles voice pierced the tension, arrogant and venomous. See? Freyas cheating with this pretty boy. Shes the one at fault! My brothers generous, still giving her some shares, but I say she should walk away emptyChanded! Lanas roar cut through the room like a wolfs warning. Youre talking bullshit! I was there, and you know it! Giselle smirked, mocking. Oh, so your friend can cover for her with lies now? Lanas eyes zed fire. This is my home. You want to nder her? At least use your brain. Last night we were all drinking together. Freya was just helping Kade inside. His uncle came for him afterward. End of story! Giselle scoffed. Youre just covering for them. Trying to protect a couple of lovers! Kades voice rumbled from beside me, low and dangerous, like the growl of a wolf ready to strike. Pretty boy? Hah thats a first. Anyone else calling me that better be ready to back it up. His ck, sharp eyes locked on Giselle, freezing her in ce. A shiver ran down her spine. Anyone who knew Kade ckridges reputation in The CapitalCthe way he could snap a mans life in half with a single lookCknew shed just stepped into the wrong den. Can you take responsibility for what youre saying? Kade asked, voice cold, predatorily calm. Giselle tried to stand her ground. Why not? These photos clearly show you and Freya together! Defamation can carry a sentence of up to three years, Kade said, his lips curling in a cold, dangerous smile. Yesterday, the one who picked me up was my uncleCVictor Ashford, top attorney in The Capital. Lana was there too. Do you think even he would lie? The name hit her like ice. Victor Ashfordone of the most respectedwyers in The Capital, whose mere reputation could crush a mans ns before they began. Giselle had known of him during her brief detention, hoping he might help her and Eleanor wriggle free. Too bad he wouldnt touch this case with a tenCfoot pole. Your soCcalled evidence is iplete, and now you want to nder? Do I look like the mistress here? Kade stepped forward, each movement deliberate, powerful, like a wolf circling its prey. Giselles skin crawled The room seemed to shrink around Kades presence. Anyone familiar with his reputation could feel the instinctive threat radiating from him. This was no man to mess with. Caelum opened his mouth, trying to smooth things over, but his words faltered under Kades shadow, Even he knew better than to provoke this wolf. Master Kade my sister was only- Caelum started. Before he could finish, a voice cut through, dares smear my niece? I spun around, heart thumping, and saw AldredCmy uncle from the Iron Fang Recon UnitCentering the room, with Ss Whitmor at his side, Alpha of the Irond Coalition. I rushed forward, relief flooding me. Aldred! You came? You child, he scolded gently, eyes softening despite the sternness in his tone. Such a big eventCyour divorce and you didnt tell me? His gaze swept over the room, taking in the smear campaign being flung at me. My parents werent here to protect me, but Aldreds presence was like a packs shield, a sense of home and safety. +8 Pearls You dont have your parents. Im your elder. A divorce this big? Ie whether you like it or not, he said firmly. I blinked back tears. Aldred, my parents closest friend, the one who had handed me their ashes he was more family than almost anyone left in my life. Caelums eyes narrowed. Who is this? Ive never heard you mention an uncle. Aldred didnt respond with threats. He didnt need to. He simply looked at Caelum with the quiet authority of a wolf Alpha who had spent decades hunting andmanding his own pack. Even in civilian clothes, the years in the military radiated from him like the scent of blood in the air. You are Freya Thornes chosen mate? His voice was sharp, testing, the weight of his presence pressing down like a predator asserting dominance. Before Caelum could answer, Eleanors voice cut in, shrill and defensive. Not anymore! My son doesnt need a woman like Freya! I stood taller, feeling the surge of my own pack instincts re. With Aldred here, the predators in the room would have to think twice before daring to attack me further. Send Gifts 30 Ascension 60 Freyas POV Caelum isnt worthy of you, Freya! He wouldnt evene to bring your parents ashes back with youChow could he ever be your husband? Aldreds voice thundered, fury vibrating through the room. Eleanor scoffed, venom dripping from every word. Bah! Ashes, such unlucky thingsCdo you expect my son to go fetch them? Dream on! She spat the words as if they were poison. That day Freya came with the urn, wanting to leave it at our home for a few days I pped her and made her drop it. If shed dared to leave it here. I would have smashed it myself. Trying to curse my Grafton family with bad luck? How malicious Aldreds hands clenched, his body trembling with rage. He finally understood just what kind of suffering I had endured. Kades and Lanas faces were tight with anger, Lanas eyes wet with unshed tears. She was finally seeing the hiddenyers behind my divorceCthe depths of injustice I had been forced to endure. And Caelum how could he treat me this way? Eleanors malicious pride rose with each word until a cold,manding voice cut through the room. Strike! The crack of a powerful p echoed. Eleanors mouth froze midCsentence, her words strangled in her throat. Everyone in the room went silent, watching. The hand belonged to one of Ss Whitmors menCbut the one who had given themand was none other than Ss Whitmor himself. Eleanor staggered, stunned, before reality sank in. She screeched, Fine, Freya! You collude with outsiders against me? Your parents gave birth to a daughter like you, thats why they died early! Continue! Ss Whitmors voice, low and cold, issued the single word, and his men resumed, pping Eleanor again and again. Her face quickly swollen, reddened, the room reverberating with the relentless rhythm of punishment. No one dared interveneCthis was Ss Whitmor, Alpha of the Irond Coalition, a predator whose influence nketed half of The Capital. Caelum tried to step forward, to protect EleanorCbut Ss men blocked him. He couldnt even shout without risk, and all his rage turned on me. Freya, you wont make them stop? This is what you want?! I pressed my lips together, saying nothing. If Eleanor had been merely insulting me, I could have ignored it. But my parents my parents honor had been dragged through the mud. My father, Arthur Thorne, and my mother, Myra they were warriors, sacrifices for their country. No one insulted their memory and walked away. The cold, echoing ps continued, resonating through the tense air like wolf ws against the packs den. If something happens to my mother because of this, Freya, can you take responsibility? Caelum shouted. I will take responsibility! Ss Whitmor said, his voice as unflinching as steel. Any injuries, any medical bills, any damages -Whitmore will pay! The room fell silent again. Eleanors eyes widened in fear, and she turned to her son for protection. Freya, must you go this far? You just want money, right? Fine. Ill give you moneyCjust stop them! The ps ceased temporarily. Ss gaze shifted to me, waiting. If I spoke, if I demanded my rights, he would allow his men to continue, met Caelums eyes, voice calmrand precise, my words cutting like a wolfs teeth. I want money, yes. But this 1.53 million isnt yours to giveCits yours to return. When you started your venture, you didnt have the funds. That 1.53 million it was the money I lent you, Caelum, to start SilverTech Forgeworks. +8 Pearls My divorce from you isnt about greed. I take nothing beyond what is rightfully mine. I simply want what was always mine, to end this marriage and stop being disgusted by your familys behavior! The room went still. Everyone stared at Caelum differently now. They had known him as the tech magnate who rose from nothingCbut no one realized the first capital he used to build SilverTech Forgeworks had been my contribution. Giselle opened her mouth, lips twisted. Oh please, Freya, it was money from my mother to my brother! Lanas gaze sliced through Giselle. Your Graftons, if you had that money, Caelum wouldnt have been so poor that this wedding ring for Freya cost a measly 200 credits! Giselle sneered. Freyas just an orphanChow could she possibly have that kind of money? That was the deathpensation from my parents, Giselle, I said, my voice cold, unwavering. My wordsnded like a blow, silent but heavy, and the room fell into a stunned silence. Caelums pupils contracted sharply. He stared at me, disbelief etched on every line of his face. That first capital it was deathpensation? Impossible. And yet, if it hadnt been that, where else could I have obtained such funds? He remembered. the grief I had carried after my parents deaths. The quiet desperation I hid behind. And the moment he had been trapped by financial fear, trembling at his dreams, I had handed him that money. Take this, go realize your ambition, I had told him then. Where did you get so much money?? he had asked, stunned. Send Gifts 30 Ascension 61 Freyas POV D +8 Pearls It was what my parents left me, I whispered, my voice barely steady. My eyes lingered on the money that had once meant survival, but to me it carried only grief and the scent of loss. He didnt notice. Caelums joy, his ambitions, had blinded him then. He hadnt seen the sorrow in my gaze. Step by step, he came closer, his voice rough like a wolfs growl caught in his throat. Why didnt you tell me? That the money came from your parents death benefit? His words mmed into me like ws to the chest. I could feel his guilt wrapping around him, heavy as iron. Because, I said quietly, I didnt want you to think of it as a burden. I didnt want that weight on you. When I handed him that money, I had also handed him my hopes for our bondCour future. I had believed we would walk side by side until our final days. But reality had torn us apart, left our vows in ruins. Brother, dont believe her! Giselles shrill voice cut through the air, full of spite. She just wants the moneyCshell spin any lie she can! Enough! Caelums roar silenced her. His eyes burned with regret, anguish, and a torment I could almost taste in the air. If he had known back then that SilverTech Forgeworks was built on my parents sacrifice, perhaps he would have treated me differently. Perhaps he would have stood beside me when I went to im their ashes. Perhaps he would not, on the eve of our Lunar Severance Phase, still have dared to suggest recing the debt with worthless shares. That grief wed at him nowCI could see it in every taut line of his body. Ill get the money to you tomorrow, he rasped, bitternesscing his voice. TomorrowCthe day of our final severance, when the bond would be dissolved underw. There was no way he could rece the money with equity now. He knew, as I did, that it had always been mine. That he owed
  1. me.
Good, I said coldly. Then Ill wait for tomorrow. If he dared to withhold it, then Id drag him through every court in The Capital until he bled. His gaze locked on me, and for a heartbeat, I saw the echo of what had beenChow once I had looked at him with warmth, steadfast and loyal, the way a mate would stand through every storm. But that fire had long since died. All that was left in me was ice. And Caelum realized it. The loss in his eyes was raw, the kind of emptiness an Alpha feels when his mate slips forever beyond his reach. The press conference had been a spectacle, little more than a farce. After it ended, I told Kade and Lana to leave ahead of me. I stayed behind to sit with Aldred, the oldmander who had been like a second father after my pack was shattered. Tomorrows your severance. Should Ie with you to the courthouse? Kade asked, his dark eyes restless. No, I said firmly. If Caelum dares drag this out, then so be it. Ill take him to court, and when I do, Ill demand far more than one and a half million. Lana cursed under her breath about the Graftons, her fury sharp enough to cut. When they were gone, I turned to Aldred. Uncle Aldred, forgive me. Today must have been unpleasant to witness. 12:51 PM P P +8 Pearls His eyes softened with something like grief. Child, if I had known you carried so much on your own I should have stepped forward long ago. Never forgetCyou always have me at your back. My throat tightened, and I could only manage a thick, Mm. When will you take your parents ashes home? he asked gently. Tomorrow. After the papers are signed, Ill head straight for the airport. He nodded, resolute. Then Ill see them off with you. Your father and mother deserve that honor. A cough sounded behind him. I lifted my gaze and saw Ss Whitmor, striding forward. His presence carried the weight of steel and blood, and even the shadows seemed to bend. Aldred cleared his throat. There is something I must discuss with you, Freya. My brow furrowed. What is it? The oldmander seemed almost sheepish. The Whitmore enterprises and the military maintain close cooperation. But with the recent death of the Whitmore patriarch, session has been unstable. Ss has already faced multiple assassination attempts in a matter of weeks. His safety has be a matter of grave concern. If something happens to him, we dont know what hand will seize control afterward. Stability is paramount. I understood immediately. For the sake of security and alliance, they couldnt allow the Irond Alpha to fall. But here is the matter, Aldred continued. Ss requested specifically that you be assigned as his guardian. What? My shock slipped out before I could stop it. Ss inclined his head, his voice carrying quietmand. Ive seen what youre capable of, Freya Thorne. Youve saved Aldred more than once. I trust you more than anyone else to guard my life. I almostughed at the irony. If protection is what you seek, there are warriors in the Iron Fang Recon Unit whose skill far exceeds mine. Youd be better served by them. His eyes locked on mine, unflinching, wolf to wolf. Perhaps. But trust cannot be reced. And the only one I trust- his lips curved into something that was not quite a smile, -is you. Send Gifts Ascension 62 +8 Pearls Third Persons POV Freyas voice was steady, though her eyes carried the weight of grief. Tomorrow Ill be traveling to Ashbourne toy my parents to rest. After that, Ill need time to handle their estate matters. I fear I wont have the time to serve as your bodyguard. Ss lips curved faintly, the kind of smile that never reached his eyes. What a coincidence. I. 100, am headed for Ashbourne. You could tend to your parents affairs while also guarding me. I have no need for your presence every hour of the day, Freya. Only when youre freeCand only when I need your protection. Freya frowned. The Irond Alpha was not short of warriors. Why insist on her? Was it merely interest in her, or something deeper? Aldred drew Freya aside, his voice low and weighted with concern. Youve already left the from Fang Recon Unit. I never intended to drag you into this mire. But some within the ranks insisted I at least consult you. You are free to refuse. If you do Ill take responsibility and find another way. Freya could feel the oldmanders sincerity, his worry for her clear. Yet if she refused, the burden would fall heavier om his shoulders. Her gaze shifted back toward Ss. I require only three months, Ss said calmly. Three months, and I will secure my position as head of the Whitmore family. In that same span. Ill uncover the one orchestrating these assassination attempts. And if you fail? Freya asked, meeting his eyes. Then Ill submit to whoever the military assigns in your ce, he replied evenly. At the end of three months, you may walk zway or stay, if you choose. The decision will be yours. 1 Atst. Freya gave her answer. Three months was not long. And more than that, she would not let Aldred shoulder the suraim alome. Before site left, Aldred ced a heavy hand on her shoulder, his voice carrying the weight ofmand and paternal care Listen to me, child. Youve left the Recon Unit. Youre no longer bound by its oaths. No matter what happens, your first duny now is to survive. Do you hear me? If the danger bes extreme, your lifees first. Always. Freya saw the deep lines of worry on his face, and her heart tightened. Dont worry. I know my limits. But Aldred only sighed. He knew well the blood in her veins. The daughter of Arthur Thorne and Myra could not shed the instime carved into her bones: the soldiers creed to see the mission through, no matter the cost. Freya, he said softly, his voice low and rough, promise me youll live. That is not only my wishCit is your parents wish as well Her eyes stung, nurmung ned at the edges, but she nodded faintly. When Aldred leti, Ss remained. His gaze lingered on her, cool and assessing. Tomorrow youll be in Ashbourne. Yes, she sade Shall I drive you home tootingin? Ss edi. She shook her head No need. I brought my own He epted this with another of has subtle Very well. In any case, well be seeing each other again soon. Freya pressed her lips together. Three months. That was all it would take. She could endure that. Ar that same time. Caelum Grafton shed himself away in hos vi The Alpha of the Silverfang Pack entered his odme cam cumber and anat i baren. The air felt cold, stripped of scent, of +8 Pearls presence. The woman who had filled the room with life had erased every trace of herself. Her scent lingered faintly, a phantom on the sheets and wood, but all her belongings were gone. It was as though Freya had already torn herself free of his world. From beyond the door came the thudding of fists, his mother Eleanors voice mingled with Giselles. Yet Caelum ignored them. His eyes scoured the room, hunting desperately for somethingCanythingCthat might remain of her. When he pulled open the drawer of the bedside table, he froze. There, resting in silence,y two simple rings. The cheap metal bands they had bought at a night market before their union. They had cost only a handful of bills. He had once promised her, When Ive made my fortune, Ill buy you a diamond ring worthy of you. But she had smiled at him then, slipping the in band onto her finger without a singleint. She had not cared for gold or stoneConly for the bond. Now, holding the rings in his hand, Caelum felt that promise like a knife. He had be wealthy beyond measure, the head of SilverTech Forgeworks, Alpha of his pack. He could have given her a jewel that shamed the stars. Yet when the time hade to dissolve their bond, he had not even given her that. The weight of guilt gnawed into him. He searched again, but found nothing more. No clothes, no trinkets, no letters. Just the rings. Just the echo of what they had shared. And only then did it strike himCthey had never even taken a wedding portrait. At first, he had thought to wait, to save money, to capture itter. Butter had nevere. It had slipped away, deemed unnecessary, forgotten amidst ambition. The pounding at the door grew louder, Giselles shrill cries cutting through. At , Caelum pulled the door open.. His sister stared at him, wideCeyed. Brother, are you all right? Caelums fist clenched tightly around the two wedding bands, his face shadowed with bitterness. Ascension 63 Eleanors voice was hoarse with fury, though every word made the bruises on her cheeks throb with pain. +8 Pearls All of thisCevery wound, every shameCits that wretched Freya Thornes fault. I said from the start, Caelum, you should never have married a woman like her! Her words dripped with venom, but Caelum could no longer bear them. His wolf surged within, restless and enraged. Enough! he growled, his voice low and edged with Alpha authority. Do not speak ill of her again. In three years of marriage, she has never wronged me. If anything- his throat tightened, the guilt scorching-its I who wronged her. Without Freya, I would not have the life I have now. Brother, you cant mean that! Giselle, his younger sister, bristled. What, just because of that 1.53 million she gave you? She only contributed a bit of money to your business. The sess of SilverTech Forgeworks is yours alone, not hers! Caelum fell silent. Once, he would have agreed. Once, he would have dismissed Freyas sacrifice as trivialpared to his own sweat and ambition. But now now the truth gnawed at him. We are not yet divorced, he said, his voice rough but resolute. I am still her husband. If I do not stand at her side, then what kind of man am I? Giselle froze, staring at him as if she no longer recognized her brother. Caelum whats wrong with you? Youve never defended her before. Never! Her words struck him harder than ws. He staggered inwardly at the realization. Since the day he had taken Freya as his mate, had he ever stood at her side when others tore into her? No. Time and again, he had chosen the packs whispers, his familys scorn, his own pride over her. The weight of his wolfs guilt was suffocating. He clenched his fists, then turned to his family. How much money do you still have? Give me whatever you can. Giselles eyes narrowed. You cant be serious. Youre not actually nning to give Freya that 1.53 million, are you? Not give. Caelum corrected, his tone sharp. Return. It was hers to begin with. -II dont have that kind of money, Giselle muttered, her eyes flickering away. Eleanors lips pressed into a thin, bitter line. You asked me for funds when thepany was struggling. I gave you what I had Of course I dont have any left now. But both were lying, and Caelum could scent it. Their words reeked of semess. A hollow disappointment spread through him, colder than steel! He turned away. Fine. Ill find another way. He left the Whitmor estate without another word, his wolfs ws raking at his chest, and sought out Aurora. Aurora looked startled when he appeared. Aurora. can I borrow money from you? His voice was unsteady, roughened with humiliation. SilverTechs ounts are tied up. I dont have ess to liquid funds right now. I need 1.53 million. Auroras brows furrowed, her wolf watching him with wary calction. Caelum, I told you before. I can lend you ten thousand, maybe. No more. I only just became coCpilot. My sry isnt much. Caelums jaw flexed. Desperation stung his pride. Then the jewelry I gave you. Could you pawn one or two pieces? Just until I can pay you back. When SilverTech stabilizes, Ill redeem them for you. I swear it. Aurora blinked. Jewelry? Yes His voice cracked with urgency. The nes, the bracelets. If you sell or pawn them, we could raise enough. Later, Ill buy them back. Better ones, even. 12:51 PM PP +8 Pearls Aurora hesitated. Her heart sneered in silenceCwhy should she pawn off her gifts for the sake of another woman? But her mind was sharper, calcting. 1.53 million could sever Freyas tie to Caelum forever. Then, finally, Aurora could take her ce as the Alphas chosen mate, the true Luna of Silverfang. So she smiled sweetly. Of course. Wait here. She returned momentster with a velvet trayden with glittering jewels. Gold, diamonds, emeralds, sapphiresCevery token Caelum had ever ced into her hands, every offering he had given her that he had never once thought to give his own wife. The sight seared Caelums chest. His hand slipped into his pocket, brushing against the small, cheap bands he had once bought at a night market. Two hundred yuan rings, the promise of better ones in the future. He had told Freya, Someday, Ill give you a diamond worthy of you. Someday had nevere. Now, looking at Auroras tray, he realized why. He hadvished jewels upon Aurora while Freya had been given nothing but empty promises and loneliness. He had even betrayed Freyas only requestthat he retrieve herte mothers ruby ne at an auction. Instead, blinded by Auroras beauty, he had gifted it to her. Only Auroras disdainful rejection had spared it from being lost among the trinkets on this tray. The shame was unbearable. Caelum? Auroras voice brushed against his ear, lilting, almost coaxing. He snapped back, his eyes fastening onto a ruby ring. He picked it up, the gem burning against his palm like molten iron. This one. Pawn this first. When thepany recovers, Ill redeem it and buy you something even better. The rings heat scalded him, searing deeper than flesh. His wolf recoiled. This was not Freyas. It should have been hers. Auroras lips curved. Of course. You know Ive never cared for jewels anyway. He forced a tight smile, his chest aching. Yes. Youre the kind of woman who soars through the skies. These trinkets are nothing to you. But as he spoke, his wolf howled low inside him, torn by guilt and betrayal. Freya had been his mate, his true Luna. The one who had stood with him through ruin and hunger. The one who had bled for his future. And yet he had given her nothing. Nothing at all. Send Gifts Ascension 64 Caelums mind betrayed him with images he had not called for. Not of Aurora, the Bluemoon Betas daughter, whose delicate smile now sat across from him. +8 Pearls But of anotherCFreyaCseated in the cockpit of a roaring aircraft, steel eyes fixed on the horizon as the machine wed toward the clouds. The memory of her daring maneuvers, the impossible aerial rolls, the sharp pull of wings against the sky -it branded itself deeper into his mind than any of Auroras practiced gentleness ever could. Aurora spoke, her voice steady, pragmatic. As for SilverTech Forgeworks, dont let the burden weigh too heavy. My mothers family is strong in the southern isles. Theyve begun developing the outer sea chains. Theyll need a technology house with aerial expertiseCparticrly in drone warfare. Thats where yourpany could break through. Ill help you. Her words lit a fire in Caelums chest. In the Capital, the skies swarmed with rival firmsCSkyVex Armaments and otherspetition tearing at each others throats. But in the provinces, where development was only beginning, the field was far clearer. It could be their opening. Thank you, Aurora, he said, his gratitude genuine. Not only did you save me once, but youve never stopped helping me since. Auroras lips curved in a soft smile. Between us, why should we keep count? I only want to see you rise. But beneath herposed grace, ambition zed. She wanted her branch of the Bluemoon PackCthe second house long dismissedto stand higher than the first. She wanted every wolf who once sneered at her bloodline to bow their heads. And she would do it through Caelum, through his sess. Only then would she im what had been denied her. The next night, the Moonstone Ceremony. Freya and Caelum waited in silence among the other wolves gathered on the cliffside teau. The great Moonstone stood at the center, glowing faintly with the silver blessing of Luna. It was here that mates dered their bond or severed it. Freyas hands were steady as she stepped forward, voice carrying through the chill night air. Caelum Grafton, Alpha of SilverfangCunder Lunas witness, I release you. I reject our bond. Her words cut sharper than any de. Caelums jaw tightened. For a moment he wanted to resist, to fight the pull of finality. But then his shoulders sank with the weight of inevitability. He bowed his head. I ept. The Moonstone red briefly, then dimmed. Their bond was broken. Freya did not falter. She stood straighter, lighter than she had in years. From this moment on, she was no longer the wife bound to the Alpha of SilverfangCshe was only Freya Thorne, Caelums voice halted her as she turned to leave. Wait She stopped, cold eyes meeting his. Lady Thorne, he said, the formal address cutting him even as it left his lips, I never once paid respects to your parents. I know it iste but may Ie, and honor them now? FreyaughedCa bitter, incredulous sound. How absurd. When they had been bound, he had promised again and again to 32:51 PM +8 Pearls stand at her side before her parents graves. Each time he had broken that promise, leaving her alone in her mourning. And nowCafter rejectionChe asked to go? My parents, she said, voice sharp as ice, do not need your pretense of honor. She did not wait for his reply. She walked past him and out into the night. Outside the ritual grounds, a sleek ck car waited. Lana leaned against the door, her expression hard but her eyes softening as she saw her friend emerge free. Freya slid into the passenger seat, her hands curling around the urn on the seat beside her. The urn was draped with the crimsonCstitched g of honor. Its done? Lana asked quietly. Freya nodded, a small smile touching her lips. Done. From tonight on, I have nothing to do with Caelum Grafton. She held up the small shard of broken bondstone that nowy in her palmCthe mark of rejection. Lana exhaled, relief and fury mingling. Good. Three years wasted on a male who never truly imed you. Thank the Moon there was no pup, or hed still have a chain around your heart. Freyas thumb brushed the urns cool surface, eyes softening. He returned the sumC1.53 million. But to me, it isnt coin. Its thest gift my parents left me. At least he did that much, Lana muttered, still scornful. When you return from Ironfangnds, Ill take you to the temple, cleanse away this curse. Being tied to him was misfortune enough for ten lifetimes. Freya chuckled faintly, her gaze steady now. Lets go. To the airport. Tonight she would carry her parents back to their homndCback to the soil of the Iron Fang Recon Unit where they had once fought and bled, to rest in the honored stones of the warriors cemetery. It was their wish. And she would see it fulfilled. Send Gifts Ascension 65 Rileys POV Ill head in myself, I told Lana quietly as we pulled up to the terminal. You dont need to see me off. +8 Pearls She shook her head, stubborn as always. Youve still got time before the gates open. Ill stay until you walk through. Dont tell me youd deny me the chance to send your parents on theirst journey. Her words softened me. I lowered my gaze to the urn in myp, draped in crimson cloth marked with the sigil of honor. Father. Mother. Soon, I would bring them home. Soon, they would rest in the soil of where warriors belonged. We stepped into the waiting hall. My chest was heavy but steady. Then a voice cut through the air. Freya? Why are you here? I looked up sharply. Aurora stood before me, d in her crisp coCpilot uniform, the Bluemoon crest gleaming at her cor. Of all wolves, I hadnt expected to see her here. Of course shes here to fly, Lana snapped before I could speak. Or do passengers need your permission to sit in the hall now? Auroras expression faltered for an instant before it hardened again. I heard you stood before the Moonstone with Caelum today. Dont tell me you lost your nerve, Freya. Did you change your mind about rejecting him? I rose, my voice colder than the steel beneath my feet. Caelum Grafton and I are finished. From this night forward, what the two of you do is no concern of mine. Her breath left her in a visible sigh, relief shing in her eyes. That relief soured quickly into something darker when she saw my faceCunbothered, resolute, unbroken. Envy curled around her scent like smoke. And then she yed her hand. Youve received the 1.53 million already, havent you? Her lips curved. That was my ring I pawned so Caelum could give it to you. Perhaps you owe me thanks. Lana bristled, fury radiating off her like a storm. Thanks? For whatCying the leech thesest two years? How much have you bled from him already, little mistress? Auroras eyes shed. Watch your tongue! Im no mistress. use me again without proof, and Ill have your name dragged before the Elders for defamation! I let a bitter smile curl my lips. Proof? My voice rang through the hall. I showed the proof to every wolf in the Capital yesterday. Do I need to remind you? While I was still bound to him, Caelum Grafton showered you with jewels worth over fifty million. All behind my back. Byw, half of it is mine. Aurora froze, color draining from her cheeks. So no, Aurora, I continued softly, with a des edge beneath every word, I dont owe you gratitude. You should be grateful Ive yet to demand my half. But youve reminded meCperhaps I will. Perhaps Ill drag those baubles from your neck one by one, and watch you return them under oath. Her scent soured into sharp panic. Around her, her flight crew had begun whispering, voices low but cutting. Theyd all believed she hadnded a powerful mate, envied her for catching the Alpha of Silverfang. And now they saw her truthCthat she had been nothing more than a thief in anothers bond. Auroras skin flushed red, and her eyes burned with something more dangerous than shame. They slid to the urn cradled in my arms. What are you carrying? she demanded suddenly, her tone sharp with authority. As a sworn pilot of the Airborne Wing, I have the right to demand inspection. For all I know, youre carrying contraband. Lanas fury red again. You dare! Thats her parents ashes youre mocking! +8 Pearls Auroras chin lifted, her voiceced withmand. Im safeguarding every soul on this flight. If she carries nothing forbidden, she has nothing to fear. Hand it over, Freya. Let it be inspected. My grip tightened around the urn until my knuckles nched. My wolf rose in my chest, lips curling at the insult. This urn holds Arthur and Myra ThorneCwarriors of the Iron Fang Recon Unit. Their ashes have been cleared and sealed by the authorities of the Capital. No one will disturb them. Auroraughed, the sound brittle. Your word alone? For all I know, that powder is no different from illicit dust. You say its cleared, but Ive seen no record. As coCpilot of this flight, I demand it. Her hand lifted her radio, summoning the airport security pack. My heart thudded, my wolf snarling at the thought of strangersying hands on what was left of my parents. SteelCtoed boots echoed against the hall floor as the guards approached. Auroras voice was quick, venomous. She carries a suspicious item. I call for it to be seized and examined. The guards turned to me. Lady horne, hand the urn to us for inspection. If it is as you im, it will be returned, I stood tall, the weight of my lineage burning through my veins. No, I said coldly. It has already passed the channels of ourw. These are the ashes of honored dead. You will not touch them. Send Gifts Ascension 66 Rileys POV +8 Pearls The coCpilot has ordered inspection, one of the guards barked. We only assist. If you refuse, well be forced to seize it by strength. The air thickened, bristling like hackles raised before a fight. Then a voice I hadnt expected cut through the tension. Freya perhaps you should let them check it. My head snapped toward the sound. My heart stuttered. Caelum Grafton. The Alpha of Silverfang. My former mate. My betrayer. Why was he here? Aurora stepped quickly to his side, her eyes lighting with false warmth. Caelum, what are you doing here? His lips pressed thin, and he didnt meet her gaze. He wouldnt admit the truthChow hed shadowed my car, seen me carry my parents ashes, guessed I was bringing Arthur and Myra Thorne home to their resting ce. He wouldnt admit hed followed not for her, but for me. Dont tell me you came because you knew it was my flight today? Aurora teased, voice honeyed poison. Yes. He gave a stiff nod, then turned toward me. Auroras only concerned for safety. Its just a check, Freya. Check? My voiceshed out like a whip, sharp enough to cut flesh. Caelum, are you saying even in death my parents will know no peace? Thats not what I meant. I just thoughtif theres nothing wrong- Ive already filed through the proper channels! I cut him off, fury igniting in my chest. If Aurora failed to receive the notice, thats her negligence. And yet youd demand I hand over my parents remains to cover her ipetence? Tell me, CaelumCdont you find thatughable? His throat bobbed, but he had no answer. He couldnt even meet my eyes. Aurora snarled, snapping at the guards. What are you waiting for? Seize the box! If its a bomb, who bears responsibility then? Her words struck sparks of fear through the guards. They moved, circling me like wolves closing in. Lana tried to push through to my side, but they blocked her path with broad shoulders and armored arms. I clutched the urn tighter to my chest. The military had offered escorts. Id refused. No, it had to be me. I alone would carry Arthur and Myra back to the Ashbournes soil, back to the sacred ground where warriorsy. And now, here in the belly of an airport, they dared dishonor them. Who dares touch this urn? My voice thundered, sharpened by the battlefield that had forged me. For a heartbeat, the guards froze. My killing intent mmed into them like a wave of ice. I saw it in their eyesCthe primal shudder of prey meeting predator. None dared step closer. Aurora barked again, shrill. Do it! Are you cowards?! Their fear shed with their orders. Atst, steel scraped as they pushed forward. My wolf surged. Ished out. One boot mmed into a chestteChe flew back. A second guard fell beneath my heel. A third went sprawling with a cry. +8 Pearls They struck me, batons and fists, but I did not fall. The ashes in my arms were heavier than any weapon, more sacred than shield. Blood warmed my skin, but my spirit only grew sharper. any I was wrath. I was fury. I was a daughter defending her fallen. Auroras voice shrieked across the chaos. Pathetic! So many of you against one woman and still you cant take her down? Get the\urn! Those are the ashes of Ashbourne dead! Lana cried out desperately. Aurora, are you even wolf anymore? Aurora sneered. Lies. As if anyone believes that tale. My gaze locked on her, my vision rimmed in red. My wolf snarled behind my eyes, and I strode forward, cutting through the guards like a storm. No one dared block me now. Auroras face went pale as I bore down on her, the urn still sped against my chest. She stumbled back, shrieking at the guards. Stop her! Dont let her near me! But none moved. None would riskying hands on what might truly be warriors ashes. I reached her, drove my boot into her chest. She crashed to the ground, the breath torn from her lungs. My foot pinned her to the tiles, pressing down, the crack of ribs threatening in the air. Her face twisted, a mask of rage and fear. Freya, this is an airportCyou dare attack me here? You dared first, I growled, voice low as thunder. Why should I not? Caelums voice broke in, frantic. FreyaCAurora was only thinking of safety, how could you- My kick sent him flying before he finished, his body mming into the steel chairs with a sickening thud. He looked up at me, disbelief shattering across his face. He had never seen me like this. Never believed Id strike him down. You have no right to speak to me of this, I hissed, eyes colder than winters edge. Then I looked down at Aurora, still writhing beneath my boot. Arthur Thorne. Myra Brown. They gave their lives for thisnd. And you dare-my voice dropped to a deadly whisper, -to soil their memory. She spar, though her voice trembled. You you think you can keep me from this flight? Ill see to it you never board- And you think I wont break you here and now? I snarled, my heel grinding down, ready to snap bone and end her arrogance in one strike The hall shook with sudden rhythmCboots in formation. Soldiers. The echo of a pack trained for war. HALT! The voice was deep,manding, carrying the weight ofmand that could silence wolves midChowl. Every head in the hall turned. squad of soldiers stormed into view, their steps a thunder roll, their scent thick with discipline and authority. At their head, a voice like iron roared again- What is the meaning of this? Ascension 67 Freyas POV The moment I turned my head, a sh of deep green uniforms hit my eyes. My heart clenched. Aldred hade. +8 Pearls I froze, staring at the familiar figure standing not far away. Behind him followed the old pack medic, the one who had once served beside my parents, and with them came othersCwolves who had been my father Arthur Thornes and my mother Myra BrownsradesCinCarms. Two full rows of warriors marched in their wake, their formation sharp, every step echoing the discipline of the Iron Fang Recon Unit. The air shifted instantly. The terminal went silent, every mortal and wolf alike struck still by the sight of so many soldiers in ceremonial greens. My throat burned. My eyes stung hot. I hadnt shed a single tear when Auroras cronies shoved me, or even when the crack of the shock baton rattled against my ribs. I had clenched my jaw, held my wolfs rage inside a cage. But now, seeing Aidred hereCseeing the packs warriorse to escort my parents home for their final run beneath the moonCI nearly broke. This this was for them. The airport guards, who had moments ago dared to brandish batons against me, lowered their weapons at once. Their faces nched. They no longer dared move. My gaze swept the rows of soldiers, and for a breath, I felt the ghost of my own Iron Fang daysCthe oath I once swore, the blood I once spilled for the pack and nation. I had vowed never to dishonor that service. And even though fury thundered inside me, I forced myself to unclench my boot from Auroras ribs. I could have crushed her further. Broken bones, torn muscleCher howl of pain would have satisfied some small part of me. But that kind of vengeance would only drag me into dishonor. Wolves like her werent worth the stain. Aurora stumbled up to her feet, eyes filled with venom. Freya Thorne, Ill see you punished for this! Before I could answer, Lana stepped forward like a sudden me. NoCyou dont get to twist this. If not for you, Freya wouldnt have been cornered like prey by these guards, struck with a shockCbaton like some criminal! ShockCbaton? Aldreds voice rumbled like a thunderp. His gaze dropped to the weapons in the guards hands. His aura rolled over the hall like a stormfront. You dared? You wolves dared strike her with those? She is the daughter of martyrs! Her parents gave their lives for this nation. She herself bled for the pack as part of the Iron Fang Recon Unit! And in broad daylight, here in the open, you dare? The sound of his words split the air, snapping down like lightning. The staff and guards flinched, eyes darting, suddenly unsure of their footing. Martyrs daughter. Whispers slithered through the crowd. Were the ashes in my arms truly of fallen wolves who had given everything? And was I -me, the woman they had sneered atCnot only the daughter of the dead, but a soldier who had once faced death herself in the name of the pack? The guards who hadid hands on me shifted uneasily, ncing at one another, panic painting their expressions. Auroras face twisted. Disbelief shed there. She couldnt swallow it, That I was truly of that bloodline? That Arthur and Myra had indeed fallen for the nation? Rather than an ordinary logistics Omega? Her eyes cut toward Caelum Gration. 1251 PM PP But Caelum wasnt looking at her. He wasnt even listening. His gaze was on me. +8 Pearls And for the first time in so long, it was only on me. I had called to him earlier and he had not heard, but nownow his wolfs attention was locked. His dark eyes were wide, filled with something like shock. Or recognition. Aurora stiffened, jealousy crackling off her scent. As for Caelum his heart was louder than any words. I could feel his realization pouring through the bond of his gaze. That what I had said earlierCwhat he had doubtedCwas true. My parents were martyrs. They had run theirst run for the pack. And me I had only wanted him beside me, when I carried them home. Yet insteadCmemories shed through me like wsCwhen I brought their ashes back, Eleanor had sneered, barring me from the Grafton home. She had pointed at the urn, calling it cursed, spitting on the honor of wolves who had given everything. And Caelumhe had stood silent then, letting me bear it alone. I saw the way his jaw tightened now, his fists curling at his sides. Regret. Shame. The wolf in him longed to tear at himself for what he had allowed. The burn in my throat worsened. Before I could speak, the executives of fight strode hurriedly forward. Commander Aldred, you honor us with your presence. And Miss ThorneCthis is Their words trailed off, dying against the sight of my bruises and Aldreds fury. Miss Thorne came carrying the ashes of martyrs, Aldred growled. His voice carried like a war drum. And youCyourpanys guardsCsurrounded her, attacked her, treated her like a threat. Exin yourselves! The Yunhang leaders exchanged uneasy nces. Finally, the head of Public Rtions stepped forward, pale and sweating. Someone exin. What happened here? All eyes shifted. To Aurora. She swallowed, then forced her voice out. I I suspected the urn. I thought it was unsafe. She refused to let me inspect it, so I called security. It was only to ensure flight safety- A snarl rolled from Aldreds chest. Pathetic excuse. The soldiers behind him, wolves all, bared their teeth. Their fury was palpable, 1 Aurora floundered, voice rising. If the urn had held something dangerousCexplosives, toxinsthen the entire flight could have been at risk! I was thinking of the passengers! My wolf snapped inside me. My voice came cold as ice. I had filed the report. The ashes were cleared. All you had to do was check. But you didnt check. You chose instead to use, to humiliate, and to seize. That was your choice. Auroras face went white, then red. And so what you im is this, Aldred said, voice like iron, eyes cutting through her. That if a pilot doubtsCthen even the ashes of martyrs can be desecrated, dragged into suspicion, handled like contraband. Is that it? His growl reverberated through the hall. Every wolf present felt it in their bones. And Aurora could only stand there, caught in the shadow of his fury, her lies copsing like ash in the wind. Ascension 68 Third Persons POV Auroras voice trembled as she tried to defend herself, I didnt know it was the ashes of martyrs! +8 Pearls Lana shoved past the guards blocking her way, her voice sharp with fury. I shouted it out loudCthat it was the ashes of martyrs! And what did you do? You ordered them to snatch the urn faster! Auroras face went pale instantly. The Iron Fang Recon Unit wolves standing behind Aldred red at her with burning fury in their eyes, the weight of their collective rage pressing down like a storm. The executives from Flight who had rushed in to mediate nearly cursed aloud. Aurora, usually unting herself as a disciplined and bold female wolf, hadmitted the most disgraceful of blunders. The Vice President of Flight didnt hesitate. His voice cut through the tense silence. Aurora, as of this moment, you are unfit to continue flight duty. Effective immediately, another coCpilot will rece you. Yes, sir! someone answered at once, rushing to make the call to dispatch another officer. Aurora staggered on her feet, blood draining from her face. She would have copsed had Caelum not steadied her with a hand. No this cant happen. Her voice was desperate, her ws digging into his sleeve as though he were herst lifeline. If Im suspended now, my future my promotion it will all be over. Caelum, help me! Please! Caelum looked down at her. Once, Auroras beauty and pride had been like fireCbright, unyielding. Now, her pale face and pleading eyes stirred pity in his chest. His wolf bristled uneasily, but his heart softened despite himself. He stepped forward, his voice directed at Freya. Why not forgive her this once? If shes grounded, the consequences for her career will be too severe. Besides, you struck her earlier youve vented some of your anger Aldreds sharp gaze fixed on him. The old wolfs growl was low, edged withmand. Youve divorced her, Caelum. What right do you have to speak here? I Caelum began, but Freyas cold, cutting voice silenced him, Caelum Grafton, when I was cornered and attacked, you said nothing. Not one word, Yet for Aurora, the moment she falters, youre the first to rush forward and shield her. I told you before youve lost the right to say anything to me. His throat worked, his pride twisting painfully. Freya for the sake of our three years as matesCplease, forgive Aurora just this once. He knew Aurora was a fault. But stillCAurora had once been his soCcalled savior. His wolf told him that debt bound him. Freyaughed suddenly. The sound cracked, wild and bitter, her eyes shining with unshed tears. Thest remnants of longing she had harbored for him shattered in that instant. If I hadnt pulled you out of the river that nightCyour body torn by eight knife woundsCwould you even be alive to stand here and beg me for another sheCwolfs sake? Caelum, you truly are a disgrace! The Alpha of Silverfang froze, his pupils dting sharply. His voice dropped to a whisper. What did you say? That night you were the one who saved me? It made no sense. He had always believed Aurora had saved him. But Freya didnt spare him another nce. Caelum made to step closer, but Aurora clutched at him, dragging him back. Her head bowed, shadows hiding her face, but her hands shook violently, ws scraping his sleeve. The announcement for boarding rang through the terminal. Aldred rested a heavy hand on Freyas shoulder. His voice was firm, but softer now, like the growl of an elder wolf who still cared. 12:51 PM PP +8 Pearls Its time, little one. Once you arrive in Ashbourne, dont forget to have a healer look at your wounds. Dont rely on youth and wolf blood to dismiss injuriesCthey wille back to haunt you. I understand, Freya murmured. Aldred straightened, the full power of a warCworn Alpha rolling off him. He lifted his hand in salute. Escort the martyrs Arthur Thorne and Myra Brown home. Every wolf soldier behind him followed suit, their movements crisp, their voices united in a thunderous vow: Escort the martyrs home! The sound rolled through the terminal like thunder across the mountains, stirring awe and silence among the crowd. Freyas eyes reddened, her vision blurred with mist. Her heart trembled. Father. Mother. Do you see? Your pack, yourrades they did not forget you. They came to walk you home. With both hands, she clutched the urn close to her chest and bowed deeply three times to Aldred and the Iron Fang wolves, her wolfs posture hea with reverence. Then she turned, shoulders squared, and walked toward the boarding gate. Her parents she was finally bringing them home. Caelum stood frozen, his gaze locked on her retreating back. His thoughts were chaos, spiraling. Too many questions wed at his mind, tearing at his sanity. Why would she say she was the one who saved me? How does she know about the eight des, the river? Why has she kept silent all this time? He clenched his jaw, his wolf restless inside him. He would find out. He had to. But as he stared, he wasnt the only one unraveling. Auroras grip on his arm trembled violently. Her wolf cowered inside her, fear rippling through every nerve. No impossible. How can Freya be his true savior? How can this be? The truth gnawed at herConce, she had only seen Caelum after he had been pulled from the river. She had never saved him. She had simply let him believe it. And when he gave her his gratitude, his loyalty, she had seized it, letting the lie take root. Now, that lie threatened to devour her whole. Ascension 69 Freyas POV +8 Pearls I boarded the ne with my parents ashes cradled tightly in my arms. Because of the urn, Id made sure to book business ss this timeCmore space, fewer eyes. But when I stepped into the cabin, my steps faltered. Aside from the attendants, there was only one other Whitmor, Alpha of the Irond Coalition.. Of all the wolves in the world, it had to be him. passengerCSs I told you, his voice was smooth, cold, carrying that Alpha weight that pressed against my instincts, we would meet again soon. I swallowed a sharp retort. He wasnt wrong. Too soon, in fact. I slid into my seat, the urn resting carefully on the table beside me. The FatesCor the Moon GoddessCmust beughing at me, because of course my assigned seat was right next to his. And with the rest of the cabin empty, it felt as if the predator and I had been caged together on purpose. The engines roared, the ne lifted, and silence pressed between usuntil his voice cut suddenly into the air, low and unsettling. Today, Freya Thorne, you gave me quite a spectacle. I stiffened. He had seen. Of course he had. You saw the chaos at the terminal? I asked, though the answer was obvious. I saw everything, Ss replied, voice even butced with something I couldnt ce. Saw you stand against a dozen guards with nothing but your body and your wolf, just to shield that urn. Saw the shock rods hit you, saw you stagger, refuse to let go. And I saw the moment you broke freeCashes clutched to your chest when you trampled Aurora beneath your boots and even sent Caelum Grafton sprawling with one strike. His gaze lingered on me, and my skin prickled under it. * At that moment, he murmured, you burned so fiercely I could hardly look away. His words unsettled me more than the memory of the fight itself. Ss Whitmor was not a wolf who felt. Not for others. His kind admired strength, valued loyalty but life, death, blood? He treated them as pawns on a board. So why now? Why me? Because theyre martyrs ashes, you risked your life to protect them? he pressed. I lowered my head, eyes softening as they fell on the urn. Not only martyrs. Theyre my parents. Arthur Thorne. Myra Brown. They spent their lives protecting me. Isnt it right that their daughter protect them, even in death? For a heartbeat, silence. Then he gave a short, bitter curve of the lips. Not all parents protect their pups. His tone was sharp, almost mocking, but beneath it there was something darker, a shadow I couldnt read. I looked up, meeting his eyes. True. Some parents fail their children. But mine didnt. They gave me everything. And Ill bleed out on the floor before I let anyone dishonor their remains. His gaze sharpened, and his words cut strange and sudden. So. If someone treats you well, you repay them? That is your nature? I blinked, caught off guard by the shift. Of course. Gratitude is a wolfs duty. A bond cut into our bones. Then what about me? His words were soft, but they struck like fangs. If I treat you well when I die, will you guard my ashes with the same ferocity? Not letting anyone touch a fragment? 12:52 PM P P +8 Pearls A chill ran through me. His eyes were ice, but they burned on me with a hunters heat, unblinking, consuming. I felt bristle, hackles rising beneath my skin. my wolf Death. Wolves rarely spoke of it so freely. Most avoided the word altogether. But Ss rolled it off his tongue as though it were nothing but another game piece to move, another mountain to climb. Alpha Whitmor, I said carefully, my voice steadier than I felt, with your power and your reach, I imagine half the continent would rise to defend your ashes. You wont need me. Yet you still dont answer. His stare pinned me. You wouldnt repay me? Moon above, what kind of question was this? He hadnt done anything for meCnothing to bind me to him with debt or duty. My wolf shifted uneasily, but I kept my tone smooth. Youre strong and healthy, Ss. Youll live long. Maybe centuries. Who can say what the future holds? For all I know, Ill walk into the Moons embrace long before you. His brow furrowed at that, the faintest ripple of irritation crossing his face. I dont like the sound of that. You falling first. Then, with a voice like an oath, he said, If that day everes, Freya Thorne, I will guard your ashes myself. And no wolf willy a w on them. ?? I nearly choked on my own breath. My ashes? Him, protecting them? That was not the future I wanted. Not at all. And yet the weight of his words lingered like a mark against my soul. Send Gifts 30 Ascension 70 +8 Pearls Third Persons POV On the other side of the city, Aurora was being called before the higher council of flights to answer for what had happened, while Caelum left the terminal alone. His mind was still a fog, weighed down by thest words Freya had spoken before she vanished from the airport. Who had truly saved his life? Was it Freyaor Aurora? When he had first opened his eyes, the face he saw had been Auroras. The healers at the hospital swore it was Aurora who had apanied him there, who had been at his side. And yet Freya had imed, with that steady defiance in her eyes, that it had been her. Was it a lie? Or was there something more? The pressure in his chest felt like a boulder crushing down on his ribs, making it hard to breathe. By the time Caelum reached the Silverfang Packs vi, his wolf still restless within him, he found Eleanor, his mother, and Giselle, his younger sister, waiting in the lounge. The moment he stepped through the door, both rose to meet him. Brother, what took you so long? It was only supposed to be a trip to the Lunar Severance Office. Dont tell me Freya refused the divorce? Giselle asked with a mocking edge, her pretty face alight with cruel amusement. In her mind, no doubt, Freya would never let go of someone like himCAlpha of Silverfang, head of SilverTech Forgeworks, a wolf most saw as a golden prize. Dont tell me she thought one and a half million wasnt enough, Eleanor snapped, her voice sharp with disdain. Frankly, giving her that much was far too generous! Enough, Caelum growled, pressing his fingers to his temple. His voice carried the weight of Alphamand, but even so, there was exhaustion behind it. The severance is done. Freya and I are divorced. Truly? Eleanors eyes brightened, a hungry triumph sparking in them. Ive no reason to lie, Caelum replied tly. Excellent. That woman was never worthy of you. But AuroraCah, shes different. Daughter of the Bluemoon Beta, a rising pilot in the Airborne Wing. With her as my daughterCinw, the familys standing will ze like fire. Even the elders of Ashbourne will envy me. Eleanors delight was palpable, already dreaming of the prestige. Freya will regret this, Giselle said with a vicious smirk. Shell never find another male of your worth, Brother. In fact, when you and Aurora are wed, we should send her an invitationClet her choke on her own bitterness when she sees what she threw away. I told you before. Caelum said, his brow furrowing, Aurora and I are only friends. Friends? Giselle scoffed. Brother, you cant fool us. Aurora has always been your white moonlight. The only reason you ever married Freya was because Aurora left the country. You were desperate, and you settled. Now youre freeCfinally free- to be with the one youve always wanted. Eleanor nodded firmly, her voice decisive. No more pretense between family. I know your heart, Caelum. Give it some time, and Ill see to it that your bond with Aurora is made official. Caelum said nothing. Weariness rolled through him like a storm, heavier than armor on his shoulders. Without another word, he turned away and ascended the stairs to his chamber. Even his own mother and sister refused to believe Aurora was only a friend. Was it his fault? Had his actions, his choices, sown too much confusion? 12:32 PM PP +8 Pearls Yes, he had once admired AuroraClong ago, when she had pulled him back from the brink, when she had been untouchable beauty and status as the Betas daughter. For the wolf he had been then, she was both savior and distant star. But admiration had been something he buried deep, disguising it as gratitude, as repayment for a lifeCdebt. He had never dared dream of more. Andter, when he had bound himself to Freya, he had sworn to honor that bond. Even when Aurora returned, even when his heart still stirred with remnants of old longing, he had never once betrayed his vows. Still, he had wanted to treat Aurora with kindness, to keep her closeCbut hed hidden behind the word friend, thinking it would shield him. Yet to the world, it seemed a hollow shield. To Freya, it had been nothing but hypocrisy. Her bitter words came back to him, sharp as ws: that he only feared guilt, only sought to preserve his honor, using friendship as a mask. Caelum pulled the crimsonCbound divorce decree from his pocket. His wolf snarled at the sight of it, his mouth filling with the taste of ash and bitterness. The sharp ring of his phone broke the silence. Auroras name lit the screen. For a moment, he considered letting it go unanswered. But noChe had questions for her as well. He epted the call. Auroras voice trembled through the speaker, tinged with unease. Caelum where are you? I need to see you. Where are you now? Ille to you, he said, his voice clipped. Im still at the airport, she replied softly. Ive juste from the vice presidents office. Normally, her tone would have triggered his instinct to soothe, to offerfort. But tonight, his heart was hollow, drained of words. Ill be there, he said shortly, and cut the line. Aurora lowered her phone, her delicate fingers tightening around it, teeth sinking into her lower lip. Fear shed across her pale features. Caelum Grafton could never know the truth. The Alphas savior could only ever be her. Half an hourter, Caelum strode into the vast airport hall. His gaze found her at onceCAurora, standing alone, eyes rimmed red, her usual poise stripped away. She looked fragile, pitiful, her wolf diminished to a trembling shadow. And yet the storm in Caelums chest only grew heavier. Ascension 71 +8 Pearls The moment Aurora saw Caelum Grafton stride into the terminal hall, she surged forward and threw herself into his arms. Her wolf trembled beneath her skin, eyes glistening as she looked up at him. Caelum youre angry with me too, arent you? You think I was reckless today? Her voice was low, almost pleading. But I swear, it wasnt about Freya Thorne. I was only thinking of pack security, of safety. Thats all. Her grip on him tightened. I know I misjudged, I didnt hold back when I should have, and things spun out of control. Then, as if her fangs could only sink into one scapegoat, she hissed, But if Freya had spoken up soonerCif she had told everyone those ashes were her parents, war martyrs of the Iron Fang Recon UnitCnone of this wouldve happened! She wanted me to stumble. She wanted to see me humiliated. Aurora ced the me neatly on Freyas shoulders, her wolf snarling softly behind the words. Caelum looked down at the woman in his arms, his Alpha gaze steady. But Aurora, didnt Freyas friend call out, right there, that the ashes were from fallen warriors? You just didnt believe them. 954 Aurora stiffened in his embrace, her expression faltering. Caelum are you taking her side now? Didnt you once vow that, no matter the circumstances, you would always stand with me? His lips pressed into a thin, grim line. He didnt give her the affirmation she wanted. Instead, he said, Lets sit somewhere. Have something to eat. Aurora nodded, but her eyes flickered dangerously the moment he turned away. His attitude was shifting. Was it because of what Freya had whispered before she walked away from him? Doubt was creeping into the Alphas heartCand that doubt could unravel everything. They settled in a private corner of a small restaurant near the terminal, two untouched cups of coffee between them. Aurora broke the silence first, forcing lightness into her tone. Because of today, the Airborne Wing has grounded me for a time. Ill be suspended, at least until tempers cool. But Ive been thinkingCmaybe its for the best. Ill finally have the time to apany you to Ashbourne, introduce you to my mothers kin. Itll strengthen bonds between Silverfang and Bluemoon. The packs could both benefit. Caelum lifted his cup, but the bitter taste of coffee couldnt drown the question burning inside him. His eyes lifted, sharp as a wolfs strike. Aurora, I need the truth. That night by the riverCthe night I was dragged from the water, bleeding out from eight de woundsCwho was it that saved me? Auroras face drained of color. Caelum, what are you saying? You doubt me? Because of Freyas parting words? Her voice cracked, both wounded and furious, her wolf bristling with indignation. No. No, Aurora. His voice softened, almost frantic. Im not using you. I just I just want rity. To understand what really happened. Aurora forced her tone into something calm, almost scolding. rity? Caelum, it was in. I saw you in the river. I pulled you out. The medics took you to the healers. You lived because I acted. Everyone saw it. Everyone knows. Her words rang with practiced certainty, but sweat beaded cold in her palms. Caelums jaw clenched. And yet Freya knew. She knew I had fallen, that I had taken eight knives to the flesh. I never told her. No one from Silverfang ever told her. And still she knew. Auroras wolf,faltered. Her reply slipped out sharper than she intended: Then ask her how she knew! She bit down hard, cursing herself. If Caelum confronted Freya, the truth would crack wide open. Desperately, she reined in her wolf and smoothed her voice. What happened that night wasnt exactly secret. Your ssmates knew, the hospital staff knew, the healers talked. News spreads through the packs. Freya mustve heard it from 12:52 PM P P . D +8 Pearls someone. If she were truly your savior, why would she hide it? Why never once im it until now? Caelum said nothing, but silence pressed between them heavier than stone. If Freya had been the one, why hadnt she spoken sooner? Why had Aurora been the one he saw when his eyes opened? Aurora leaned closer, her wolf gaze searching his. Dont you see? Freya must have heard whispers, and now she uses them to wedge herself between us. She wants to break your faith in me. Thats all. Still, Caelum could not shake the images that haunted him: Freya astride at Runestone Grounds, Freya gripping the yoke of an aircraft, Freya standing alone against a dozen attackers, protecting her parents ashes with teeth bared and wolf unyielding. He had once thought Auroras poise, her valor, unmatched. But now Freyas fire seemed to eclipse hers. Seeing his silence, Auroras voice broke into a desperate snarl. If you truly want to believe Freya Thorne, then go ahead. But I told you from the startCI never wanted reward. Saving you was instinct, nothing more. I never asked to be your savior. The only thing I ever cared about was your trust. If one word from Freya can shatter that, then Id rather I had never touched you that night at all. She rose abruptly, turning as though to leave. But Caelum caught her wrist, his grip firm. NoCAurora, forgive me. It was wrong of me to doubt. When you saved me, I was nothing, stripped of rank and strength. I know it was your wolfspassion. I know it. Aurora held his gaze, her wolf steadying atst. She softened her voice into a velvet de. Then remember that, Caelum. I never cared to be your savior. I only care that you believe me. If Freyas words can unmake that then perhaps you never believed at all. Send Gifts 30 Ascension 72 A flicker of guilt shadowed Caelums wolfCgold eyes. C +8 Pearls Yes. Back then, when he had nothingCno rank, no forge, no authorityCAurora had saved him. What reason would the daughter of Bluemoons Beta have to lie about something as sacred as being a wolfs savior? It must be Freya, he thought grimly. She must have caught whispers of the incident, and chose to use them nowCjust to wound him, to drive a wedge into his bond with Aurora. His voice came steady, resolute, carrying the weight of an Alphas vow. Aurora, I believe you. To me, there has only ever been one wolf who pulled me from the rivers jaws. My savior is you. He shouldnt doubt her again. To doubt was to sh her heart open with his own ws. Relief spread across Auroras face, her lips curving into a victorious smile. Good. Then dont ever question me again, Caelum. If you do I wont forgive you. Never again, he swore. And yet, deep in his chest, his wolf stirred restlessly, ws raking at his ribs with unease. Aurora had offered to bring him to Ashbourne, to meet her kin of the Bluemoon Pack. But Ashbourne was also the soil of Freyas bloodlineCthe ancestral ground of the Stormveil Pack. Perhaps there, he would cross paths with her. If so, he would demand answers from Freya herself. Why had she chosen to strike him with that truth like a de? Why attempt to deceive himCif deception it was? When Freya Thorne disembarked the ne, Ss Whitmor walked at her side. She had intended to check into her own lodging, but Ss was not a wolf to be swayed. Youve agreed to serve as my shield for three moons, the Alpha of the Irond Coalition reminded her, voice low and imcable. A guardian wolf does not nest apart. Youll stay with me. Freya frowned, her hand resting lightly on the wooden rn in herp. Tomorrow, I begin the rites for my parents. Ill be consumed by it, Ss. Living under your roof willplicate things. Sss silver gaze was calm, unyielding. I told you beforeCI do not need you shadowing me every hour. Protect me when you can. Beyond that, your time is your own. But three months is three months, Freya. You swore it to Aldred, and I will hold you to it. Her lips parted, then closed. He was right. She had sworn. Very well, she conceded at . Three moons would pass swiftly enough. The driver awaiting them was a local wolf of Ashbourne. After they loaded their things, Ss gave a curt order: straight to one of the citys finest dens of food. Freya settled into the back seat, her gaze sliding to the window. Ashbourne was nothing like The Capital. Here, the air was gentler, rivers winding like veins of silver, streets shaded with heavy green, low buildings rising between weeping willows. Memories stirred like ghosts in her chest. She had left Ashbourne as a child, trailing Arthur Thorne and Myra Brown to The Capital. The Stormveil Packs roots had grown distant for her. She had returned once as a teenager, with her parents, to honor the ancestors. After that, duty and studies had always kept her away. Three years ago, before Arthur and Myra deployed with the Iron Fang Recon Unit, they had promised her. When this is done, well return to Ashbourne together. Now, she returnedCbut only with their ashes. Her fingers brushed the urn, and her wolf keened softly in her chest. Suddenly, a familiarndmark caught her eye beyond the ss. A weathered ancestral hall stood proud against the bustle of 12:52 PM P P +8 Pearls the city streets. The Stormveil Hall Her breath left her in a whisper. The driver caught her words and gave a nod. Aye, thats the Thorne familys ancestral ground. The Stormveil Pack are old blood here in Ashbourne. Thirty years past, when the real estate lords rose, a developer came waving two hundred million to im thatnd. He even brought gangs to back his demand. But the Stormveil wolves answered. Kin came from every corner of thend, swearing that no coin would ever buy their ancestors soil. They drew lots of bloodCoathsCwolves willing toy down their lives so the Hall would stand. One elder, your grandsire perhaps, refused to draw lots at all. He simply bared his de and dered, My son is grown, my wife gone to the Moon. I have no ties left. Ill be the one to spill blood for the Hall. The drivers voice carried reverence. That was the day the city learned: Stormveil wolves do not sell their dead. The developers fled with tails tucked, and no wolf since has dared cast greedy eyes upon that Hall. Freyas chest tightened. Yes. Arthur had told her of that dayChow her grandfathers silhouette had been a heros, standing before the Hall, daring death itself. Stormveil blood was not rich, but it was unyielding, united. That was the marrow of her pack. The car rolled past, and Freyas palm tightened around the urn. She would bring her parents back to Stormveil Hall, back to the stones her grandfather had bled to defend. It was their rightful ce. At her side, Ss Whitmor cast her a sidelong nce, something unspoken flickering in his eyes. Momentster, the car arrived at the restaurant. They stepped into its polished interior. But before Freya could gather her bearings, a voice rang sharp and lilting across the hall. Ss? What brings you to Ashbourne? Freyas head lifted. Approaching was a young woman with an oval face framed by sleek hair, goldenCrimmed spectacles perched on her nose. Her body gleamed with the newest fashions, her wolf scent thick with wealth and ambition. Even her jewelry sang of high value. Freya stilled, her wolf bristling faintly. Whoever this female was, she clearly knew SsCand did not expect to find him here. Send Gifts 30 Ascension 73 +8 Pearls Third Persons POV The womans face, pale and almost sickly, drew Freyas wolf into cautious alert. Behind her trailed a small group of peers, all moving with the same purposeful step. Ss Whitmors voice cut through the tension. Here on business in Ashbourne. The woman tilted her head, curiosity glinting in her sharp gaze. For the ind development project, perhaps? Ss remained impassive, his wolf scent taut with alertness. She did not press further. Well then, since fate has brought us together, let us share a meal. My friends have long heard of your exploits, and they would value the chance to meet you. Freyas ears twitched at the underlying pride in the words. The wolf in her chest bristled at the unspoken challenge in the alphas tone. Being seen with the Whitmore heir was not just a privilegeCit was an assertion of power. Sss eyes swept over the group, his tone clipped. I am not interested in dining with acquaintances. Freya Throne, let us go. Freya moved, but the pale woman stepped forward, stopping her. Such coincidence, the woman said with a faint smile, we share a surname. I am Jocelyn ThorneCMetropolitan Pack, Stormveil Pack line. Ss and I go back a long time. And you, what is your bond with him? Freya had barely opened her mouth when Sss silver gaze froze her. My bonds are none of your concern. I meant no harm. Merely curiosity. If Miss Thorne is an ally- Not merely an ally, Ss interrupted, his hand closing around Freyas wrist, leading her away with the quiet authority of a born Alpha. Jocelyns lips pressed into a thin line. Her eyes darkened ever so slightly, and the crowd behind her murmured, halfCmocking, halfCadmiring. That one is yed like a pup, a male wolf whispered, his voice rough with envy. Though they share a surname, she cannot rival me in lineage or standing, another added. Yes, a third chimed in, the Stormveil Packmands respech No random pup can im that heritage. Inside the private room, Freya and Ss sat. The faint scent of iron and wolf musk lingered in the air, blending with the aroma of Ashbournes famed dishes. This is your home packs soil, Ss said, handing over the choice. Choose our fare. Freya scanned the menu. Each dish called memories of her parents to lifeCvors she remembered from childhood, from her first lessons in Stormveil traditions and hospitality. She selected a few, all favorites of Arthur Thorne and Myra Brown. Ss took the menu from her, nodding to the server. Bring these first. If more are needed, well adjust. Freyas brow arched slightly, silently noting hisck of interference. He trusted her choicesCor perhaps he did not care. Either way, it suited her wolf just fine. As the first scents of cooking reached their table, Sss eyes flicked toward her, voice softening, yet firm. At the airport today thest words you spoke to Caelum GraftonCwhat were they? Freyas pulse quickened, but her expression remained calm. He had noticed. Somehow he had sensed the shift, even without hearing the words. Nothing of consequence, she said lightly. Merely a passing remark. Indeed, saving Caelum had been effortlessCa flick of instinct, a thread of gratitude. She had never spoken of it, not then, not after. Only now, in the heat of anger, had she spoken to provoke thought, or perhaps to test him. 12:52 PM +8 Pearls Sss wolf observed her closely, ever alert. After a moment, he asked casually, If Caelum were to regret letting you go. would you return to him? Freyas answer was unwavering, the steel of her pack flowing through her tone. I would not. Sss gaze sharpened, almost predatory. Even if he begged on his knees? A wry edge touched Freyas lips. She returned the question. And you, Ss? If a bondmate left, only to regret it, to I startled. No its fine. Very good. But your expression you dont seem satisfied, he said, calm but alert. If this ce displeases you, we can go elsewhere. No need, I murmured, forcing a small smile. Its just a meal. Besides, this restaurant is the best in Ashbourne. Far better than those small spots my parents and Eric would take me to. A flicker of something passed in his eyesCinterest, curiosity, maybe even the smallest spark of wolf pride. You rarely speak of your brother, he observed quietly. His voice was almost lost in the hum of the restaurant, yet it carried the weight of someone who could read the unspoken. He disappeared five years ago, I admitted, the shadow of the past darkening my tone. Others said he was likely dead, but my wolf refused to believe it. Not while a shred of Stormveil Pack blood still ran in ine, not while no body had been found. My brother lived, that much I knew. Shifting the conversation, I said, While I serve as your protector for the next three months, are there rules or things I should know, Alpha Whitmor? Simple, he replied, his wolfs authority unmistakable. Take care of your own tasks in Ashbourne. Protect me during your free hours. Attend functions with me when necessary. That is all. Understood, I said. Though I had never been a personal bodyguard like this before, I had faced protection andbat in the Iron Fang Recon Unit. This task would not intimidate me. And the most important rule His tone deepened, a low rumble like a wolfs growl resting under calm control. Under no circumstances may you abandon me. I choked slightly on my soup. Abandon him? The Alpha of the Irond Coalition, heir to the Whitmore authority, feared abandonment? My wolfs hackles flicked instinctivelyCthis was a man ustomed tomand, yet vulnerable to betrayal in ways most would never perceive, 12:52 PM P p Of course, I said firmly. I will not leave you. +8 Pearls A faint smile touched the corners of his cold, sculpted lips. For the first time, a subtle warmth softened his predatory aura. Spring mountains smile indeed. My gaze lingered longer than it probably should have. After the meal, I excused myself to the restroom. Standing there at the sink, I frozeCJocelyn Thorne, of the Metropolitan Packs Stormveil line, was waiting. Miss Thorne, she said, adjusting her goldCrimmed sses. Her voice was soft, courteous, but there was a subtle edge in her scent that my wolf immediately noted. Ss said you and he are more than friends. I am curiousCwhat exactly are you? I met her gaze evenly. Nothing, I said. Nothing at all. Ss and I werent friendsCbarely anything beyond the temporary bond of this protection arrangement. Jocelyn smiled faintly. If you prefer not to say, that is fine. But know thisCwomen like you, I see often. They get close to powerful men and mistake attention for significance. In the end, they are nothing more than ythings. I raised a brow, letting the wolf in me stir at the challenge. Is that so? Noted. I turned and walked away, leaving her observing my back. And my wolf growled softly, beneath the calm of my exterior. Power, pride, and danger mingled in this room, and I could smell it allCpredators in human skin, and the Alpha who had imed my attention. My senses sharpened, every instinct alive. Send Gifts 30 Ascension 75 Freyas POV +8 Pearls Jocelyn Thornes eyes narrowed, a subtle shadow of displeasure crossing her otherwiseposed, golden face. She stepped in front of me, her smile still polite, but I could smell the tension coiling beneath it. Let me be clear, she said, voice soft yet venomous. To Ss, you are nothing. He will never love anyone. I didnt flinch. My wolf growled low in my chest, smelling the scent of entitlement and threat she carried. So. he wont love you either? I asked, voice steady. Her face flushed crimson. Before she could react further, she swung her hand toward my cheek. Instinctively, I caught it with one hand, holding it firm. Between people, theres no such thing as worthier or lesser, I said coldly, letting my wolfs dominance temper my words. Why do you assume youre above anyone else? You you dont even know who I am! I am- she tried to assert, her pride ring. I know your name is Jocelyn Thorne, I interrupted, my voice t. As for your pedigree or pack status? I have no interest. I flicked her hand aside. A bitterugh slipped from her lips. What if I told Ss you pushed me, broke my sses, even hurt my eye? What do you think he would do to you? Before I could respond, she yanked off her sses and smashed them against the sink. The golden frames shattered, lenses splintering into jagged shards. My wolf red at the reckless aggressionCbut I kept calm. My eyes are what Ss cares about most, she said, venom dripping from every word. I barely restrained a snarl. She had misread himCand me. Ss was no man to be trifled with, and anyone thinking to manipte him or threaten those under his protection would discover just how deadly patience could be. I pressed a button on my phone and flipped it to speaker. The call was already liveCSss voice cool and clear filled the restroom. I heard everything. Jocelyn froze. The chill of Irond Alpha authority brushed against her soul like a wolfs bite. She could feel it in the air, in the tension vibrating off my skin. My wolf purred satisfaction at the fear now crawling across her posture. From the corner, Ss emerged, tall and lethal, his presence radiating dominance. My grip on the phone tightened, wolf instinct guiding my actions. Since Alpha Whitmor has already heard, I trust he wont me me, I said calmly. Jocelyns features twisted with fury. You deliberately set me up! If you hadnt tried to hurt me, none of this would have happened, I replied, my words icy but measured. She lunged at me, but Sss hand intercepted, a quiet yet absolutemand. My people are not yours to touch. His gaze, as sharp as a wolfs fang, rested on her injured eye. Next time you weaponize that against anyone, dont expect my old promises to stand. Jocelyn froze. Her arrogance faltered under the weight of his presence. I understand, she whispered finally, a shadow of fear crossing her face. Ss and I left the restroom. Outside, I felt my pulse steady into its wolf rhythm again. The predator scent lingering from Jocelyn wasnt strong enough to bother me when Ss walked beside me, an unyielding wall of Alpha authority. In the car, Ss finally spoke. If I hadnt answered your call, what would you have done? Tsmirked faintly, letting the wolf sharpen in my veins. Then I would have told Jocelyn ThorneCif I wanted to hurt her, she wouldnt be standing here in one piece. Not afraid she might retaliate? His voice was calm, the iron edge of hismand barely hidden. Lifes too short to live in fear, I said, feeling the fire of my pack blood re. If we fear every possible strike, were already 12:52 PM PP half dead. +8 Pearls Sss lips curved, a faint wolfish smile tugging at the corner, and I allowed my gaze to linger on him, wolf and human alike both Alpha, both predator, and now, for the first time, uneasy allies in this hunt of power and pride. Ascension 76 Freyas POV I never sought out trouble. But I was never the kind to fear it either. +8 Pearls Shes from the Ashbourne Throne Familys first line, Ss said slowly, his gaze unwavering. And Freya, you and she share the same surname. Surely you dont think thats coincidence. My breath caught. In The Ashbourne, there was only one Thorne name worth mentioningCour ancestral hall still stood in the citys golden heart, shadowed by Stormveil Packs banners. So it seems, I said coolly, that fate has a twisted sense of humor. Which meant Jocelyn Thorne of the Metropolitan PackCwas my cousin. I hadnt yet returned to my bloodline, and already Id shed with her. Ss tilted his head. You dont want to ask what ties I have to Jocelyn? Im just a bodyguard. My words were clipped, final. In other words, whoever Jocelyn was to himClover, enemy, ghostCit wasnt my concern. I refused to drown in the swamp of another mans tangled past. But Ss didnt stop. His voice lowered, rough like iron scraping steel. Her eye almost ruined by my hand. The orb was spared, but her vision never recovered. I froze. Jocelyn had once whispered that Ss cared for nothing but her eyes. His next words made my pulse spike. I was eight years old. My mindCshattered. I remember my hands on her throat. My nails digging gouging toward her eye until I almost ripped it from her skull. A chill raced down my spine. My wolf bristled inside me. I hadnt expected that. But outwardly, I kept my face calm. Id seen enough war, enough carnage in the field with the Iron Fang Recon Unit. My youth had been spent staring into the pits of conflict beyond our borders. Compared to those mes, this truth did not shake
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Youre not afraid? he pressed, his obsidian eyes catching the low light. 2 Ive seen worse, I said simply. Perhaps thats why fear doesnte easily to me. I let my gaze linger on him, my wolf brushing the edges of his aura. If anything, I think you and Jocelyn are both tragic. His lips quirked, sharp. So you pity me? No one had ever called Ss Whitmor pitiful. He was the cursed Alpha of the Irond Coalition. The beast and the sinner. You were eight, I countered, lost in madness. Thats not a monster. Thats a child carrying the weight of a curse. His not a weak child anymore. Nared my teeth in something between a smirk and a challenge. Im not Jocelyn. If you ever lose yourself with me. Ss, I wont scream. Ill put you down with a single strike, make sure you hurt no one again For a moment, genuine surprise flickered across his face. Then hunger. Interest 12:52 PM P P My wolf shivered under his stare. He thought me intriguing. He thought he would tire of me in three moons. But I saw the doubt in his eyes now. When his car rolled to a stop, I realized wed arrived at a hospital instead of the Coalitionspound. You need your wounds checked, he said. At the airport, you took more than one hit. I said nothing, only followed. In truth, I had been nning to pick up medicine anyway. +8 Pearls What I didnt expect was for Ss to shadow me through the hallways, towering at my side even as I signed in at the clinic. Wont you go back first? I asked. His mouth curved, a wolfs smile. Youre my shield. Where else would I be but with you? I bit back a retort and let him follow. When my name was called, I stepped into the examination room. After I exined the injuries, the physician gestured at the bed. Remove your boots and lie down, the doctor said. I need to check your abdomen. I bent to uce themCthen hissed when pain tore through my ribs and stomach, remnants of the Capitals airport skirmish. The doctor frowned. In that case, let your husband help you. My head snapped up. Husband? The doctors eyes flicked to Ss, looming silent beside me. Heat rushed to my cheeks. Hes not my husband. The physician arched a brow. Then your mate, surely. Dont just stand there, Alpha. Your sheCwolf is injured. Help her. I opened my mouth to protest again, but Sss hand was already at my ankle, his touch burning like fire through the leather of my boot. And my wolf betrayed me with a tremor. Send Gifts Ascension 77 Freyas POV ? D When I bent down to untie my sneakers, the pain at my ribs shot sharp enough to steal my breath. Doctor, hes notD I started, but my words froze in my throat. +8 Pearls Ss Whitmor was already crouched in front of me. The Alpha of the Irond Coalition, the man who ruled with steel and fire, was holding my ankle in one hand like it weighed nothing. His other hand moved with precise ease as he worked the knot of myces free. The doctor is right, he said, voice quiet, edged in iron. Youre injured. Dont strain yourself. I could only stare, stunned, as he slid my shoe off, then the other. The Alpha of Irond taking off my shoes? My heart thudded unevenly in my chest. It felt wrong, surrealClike the moon herself had flipped the world upside down. Before I could recover, he scooped me into his arms. WhatCwhat are you doing? My voice came out sharper than I intended, nerves prickling down my spine. You want to walk barefoot on hospital floors? His tone stayed maddeningly calm, as if this was nothing, as if carrying me was a simple necessity. Heid me gently on the examination cot, careful enough that it sent another confusing twist through my chest. The doctor began his work, prodding bruises, muttering about fractures and resilience, while Ss waited beyond the curtain, expression unreadable. When it was over, the doctor prescribed medicine and waved us off. Back in the car, I couldnt stop ncing at Sss hands. Strong, elegant, dangerousChands made for wielding ws, for tearing throats, formanding an army. Yet those same hands had just loosened my shoces with ridiculous care. Andter tied them back again. You really do like my hands, dont you? His voice cut the silence, smooth and sudden. Heat flushed my cheeks, and I coughed to cover it. I was just thinking. About earlier. Thank you, for helping me. You should thank me. I dont do that for people, he replied simply. The car fell quiet again until his low voice came once more. How do you n on thanking me? I blinked, caught off guard. Didnt I just? oward His gaze flicked toward me, sharp enough to pin me in ce. Or are you the kind who only says thanks with words? My lips pressed together. Then maybe I should return the favor. Take off your shoes. Tie yources. His mouth curved in something that wasnt quite a smile. Not necessary. But there is one thing I want. Stop calling me Mr. Whitmor. Its 100 distant. I frowned. The problem was, I wanted distance. Then what? Should I call you Alpha? Call me Ss. His tone left no room for argument. Three months. Freya. For three months, youll be at my side. No need for titles between us. exhaled slowly. Fine. Ss Good. His lips shaped my name, but softer, lower. And Ill call you Freya. Or perhaps little wolf. The sound slid down my spine like ws tracing over skin. I stiffened, forcing my expression t. Too many people had called me Freya beforeCmy father, my mother, my brother, packmates. But never like this. His voice made it sound like 12:53 PM P P something else entirely: a im, a warning, a temptation. I shook it off, burying the strange shiver in my chest. +8 Pearls By the time the car stopped, I looked up to see a sprawling estate. Whitmor territory. Sss stronghold within the city. This is my residence when Im in the Ashbourne, he exined, leading me inside. Youll stay in the room next to mine. Close enough to guard me. The halls smelled of polished wood and old steel, tinged faintly with wolf. Servants moved with quiet efficiency, eyes lowered in submission. This was no simple houseCit was a den carved in iron. You may enter any room you like, Ss continued as he stopped at a corridor. Except one. The door at the end of the third floor That one, you will never open. I froze. The words slotted into me like a story whispered at the edge of firelight. A forbidden door. Amand wrapped in shadow. Like something out of an old tale where the monster hides its secrets in a locked room. And I had just been warned not to look. Ascension 78 Third Persons POV Freya didnt dwell on things she had no business prying into. +8 Pearls So when Ss warned her not to touch the room at the end of the thirdCfloor corridor, she nodded without hesitation. Understood, she said calmly, shifting the urn of her parents ashes in her arms. Anything else I should know? Thats all, Ss replied. His expression was unreadable, voice clipped with the kind ofmand that came naturally to an Alpha of the Irond Coalition. Settle your belongings. If you need anything, the steward will see to it. Freya inclined her head in acknowledgment and stepped into the chamber prepared for her. The room was decadent, far too ornate for her taste. Gilded molding, velvet curtains, and a sweeping carpet in faded crimson gave it the heavy fragrance of a bygone age. The furniture was FrenchCinspired, romantic, almost suffocating in its excess. Freya preferred sharp lines and practicalityCnothing like this. But this wasnt her home. She was here on obligation, under an arrangement meant tost three months. She could endure anything for three months. She ced the urm gently on the nightstand, its weight heavier than steel in her arms. Then, pulling out her WolfComm, she called the keepers of the Stormveil ancestral hall. She had already contacted them back in the Capital, confirming the rites: three days in the Stormveil Primal Hall, then a ce in the Ashbourne Legions Hall of Martyrs. Still, she wanted to be sure. The line connected quickly. This is Freya Thorne, from the Bloodrnoon pack, which is the fifth branch of Stormveil. Ive returned to Ashbourne. Tomorrow, Ill bring my parents ashes to the Stormveil Primal Hall for the threeCday vigil, before setting their spirit tablets. The voice on the other end was gruff but not unkind. Understood. Come tomorrow. Well prepare for the rite. Elsewhere, in the dim corridors of the Stormveil Packs main seat, Jocelyn Thorne walked beside her uncle James, Arthurs seventh cousin, the weary caretaker of the Hall. Uncle Jmaes, she asked smoothly, who was that on the call? A girl from the fifth branch, he answered with a sigh. Freya Thorne. Shell be bringing Arthur and Myras ashes tomorrow. Jocelyns eyes gleamed with faint amusement. The fifth branch? The Bloodmoon? I thought they were gone. Nearly, he said, his voice lined with regret. Arthur fell with the Iron Fang Recon Unit, Myra never returned from the field. Their son, Eric, gone years ago. All that remains is the daughter. Jocelyn tilted her head, lips curving faintly. Will you be receiving her in person? He hesitated. Technically, duty demanded it. But duty was heavy, and the lure of his nightly card game was heavier still. I ought to, but Then allow me, Jocelyn interrupted, her tone honeyCsmooth. Ive been meaning to take a few friends to see the Stormveil Primal Hall. Ill greet Freya on your behalf. Her uncle chuckled, relieved. Ah, Jocelyn, always so thoughtful. Youll save me the trouble. She smiled sweetly. But when she lowered her gaze, the warmth in her eyes cooled into steel. So the outcast returns with ashes in her arms Freya Thome. Tomorrow, lets see how you endure what I arrange for you. +8 Pearls That same night, in the Whitmore stronghold, Ss stood alone at the far end of the thirdCfloor corridor. The air here was colder, as though shadows themselves bent to the Alphas presence. On the wall hung an oil paintingCtwo men tall; framed in heavy iron. The portrait was of a woman, breathtaking in her beauty. She wore a jewelCtoned qipao, Whitmore jade glittering on her wrist. Her gaze held both pride and fire, but beneath the paint one could almost sense the desperation that had haunted her end. Sss jaw tightened. The memory came unbidden. The jade bracelet, shattered against stone. Her voice, raw and sharp: I dont want the Whitmore heirlooms. I dont want the Whitmore chains. Let me go! Youre all mad. Everyst one of you! Later, her beauty had withered, like a rose burned from the inside out. At the end, she had clutched his hand, nails biting deep, words carved into his soul: You are his son. You will inherit his madness. That blood runs in you. So listen to me, boyCdont love. Never love. You are not fit to love. You will destroy everything you touch. Ss stood before the portrait, silent, his broad shoulders taut with the echo of a curse that wasnt of witches, but of bloodline. And now, Freya Thorne- 7 The daughter of the fallen, thest ember of Stormveils fifth branch- was in the room just beyond. Ascension 79 Ss POV +8 Pearls Mother My voice was low, rough. I wont be like him. I wont descend into madness. And as you wished, I will never love anyone. Love destroyed her. Love turned my father into a monster. This estate, the Whitmor stronghold, had once been her cage. My father locked her here, shackled her spirit until it withered away. She died wing at the bars, begging to escape. And still, she was buried in Whitmor soil, bound to this house even in death. My father never recovered. He bled his soul into rage, obsession, and bloodshed. His wolf became feral, unhinged. I remember his eyesCred, fevered, wildCa? he stood before her grave and told me: You are ours, boy. Hers and mine. Youll inherit our curse. When you love, you will burn the world for it. When youll be stone, no matter how the weak beg for your mercy. Which ending will you choose, Ss? you dont, Hisugh still echoes in my ears, a jagged howl that crawls under my skin. Neither, I swore to myself. Neither. I turned from the portrait and descended the stairs, my boots silent against the marble. At the second floor, I stopped. Freya had just stepped from her chamber, a pale figure clutching shadows and secrets. Her scent hit meCwolf, storm, faint ashes of loss. It lingered in the air, a thorn at the edge of my senses. Tell me, I asked suddenly, my voice sharper than intended, do you think I am capable of loving anyone? Or do you think I will never love at all? She blinked, startled, her gaze locking onto mine. There was a flicker in her eyesCwariness, but also something else. Something that made my wolf shift beneath my skin. Whats wrong with you? she asked softly. Answer me. My tone left no room for escape. Will I love? Or will I never love? Her lips pressed together before she said, That isnt for me to judge. Only you can decide whom you loveor if you love no one My wolf snarled at the evasion, but I pressed, my words colder. And what about you, Freya? You once loved Caelum Grafton, didnt you? Yet you cut him away, clean as a de, when the Lunar Severance Phase came. If it was truly love, wouldnt you have wed your way to him no matter the cost? Her jaw tightened. Even if I love someone, if he does not return it, I will leave. Love is not chains. And as for Caelum whatever I felt for him, it is gone. He is not the one I want to love. Something in her voice was unshakable, a quiet fire. My curiosity pricked deeper. Then what sort of male do love? you want to Her gaze drifted, softening. Someone who will walk beside me. Who will never abandon me, no matter what storm we face. Someone who will stay even unto death. Her words were foreign to me, alien. Her vision of love was nothing but weakness. And yet, my chest tightened as she spoke, because my mother had never known that kind of bond. My father had never given it. I dont believe such wolves exist. I muttered. My parents were like that, she said firmly. Arthur Thorne and MyraCmy father and mother. They stood together through everything, even in death. They loved each other truly. Her eyes glistened with the memory, but her lips curved upward in the faintest smile. Her truth cut me, because it stood in perfect defiance of everything I had lived. My parents had been ruin and fire. Hers had 12:53 PM P been unity and devotion. She and I opposites in every way. +8 Pearls That night, after dinner, I returned to my quarters. I had begun unfastening my belt when I heard the door creak open. I froze, turning my head. Freya. She had stumbled into my chamber through the adjoining door. The one that connected our rooms. She froze, too, but her eyes caught on the scars etched across my backCribbons of battles fought, wounds carved by w and steel. Oh, she breathed. She didnt turn away. She stared. The silence stretched until my patience snapped. How long do you intend to stare? I growled. Her body jolted. AhCsorry! She turned quickly, her cheeks flushed, but Id already seen the way her gaze lingered. I pulled on my shirt with deliberate slowness, letting the fabric cover the map of scars, and crossed the space between us. I should have warned you. The door connects our rooms. You can keep your side locked if you wish, though I will leave mine open. If dangeres My eyes narrowed as I let the words hang. you can rush in. Protect me. The irony wasnt lost on either of us. She coughed awkwardly, her voice flustered. Of course. Then Ill go back now. But as she moved to slip away, I braced my palm against the door, blocking her path. My eyes pinned hers, unyielding. You saw it, didnt you? I asked. She tilted her head, pretending not to understand. Saw what? My body. The scars. She faltered under my stare, the color in her cheeks deepening. For a soldier, she should have been used to seeing bare skin, battered wolves, blood. And yetCher heartbeat told me this was different, And I realized mine was no calmer. Ascension 80 Freyas POV I froze in ce, breath catching in my throat. It must have been the shock. Nothing else could exin it. +8 Pearls Because I never expected Ss Whitmors backCAlpha of the Irond Coalition, heir of the feared Whitmore bloodlineCto be carved over with scars. Not the kind of marks a warrior earns in battle with rogues. These werent badges of honor. They were cruel, deliberate. They reeked of punishment. Of abuse. Abuse? The lines werent fresh. Some were years old, healed but jagged,yered one over another. Scars that could only havee from his youth. From when he was still a child. My stomach twisted, fury knotting inside me. Who would dare? Who would do this to a pup? The words escaped before I could stop them. Those scars on your back who did that to you?! His gaze flicked toward me, unreadable, voice low and cold. So you really did see them. He didnt answer my question. Instead, his lips curled faintly. But are you actually angry, Freya? Angry because of the marks carved into my flesh? His calmness jarred me back. My heartbeat steadied. Why was I angry? If he had been beaten, the one responsible was surely long goneCor already dealt with. Ss wasnt some powerless pup anymore. He was Alpha. The predator no one dared to touch. I exhaled slowly. A little angry, yes. But its your past, your scars. Its not my ce to pry. I overstepped. His flickered once. Then his hand slid off the doorframe, releasing me. Go back to your room. I obeyed, retreating across the threshold into my chamber. I shut the adjoining door softly behind me. But I couldnt stop thinking about his back. About the whipCmarks carved deep into his flesh. The stories whispered in Bloodmoon Pack about the Whitmore line came back to me. Sss father, brutal and unhinged, obsessed with a mate who never returned his love. Id thought those tales exaggerated. Now I wasnt so sure. He could have burned those scars away with SkyVex dermal tech. He hadnt. Hed kept them, carried them like a weapon etched into his skin. A yow to never be powerless again. That night, Iy awake staring at the ceiling, restless. Tomorrow, I would have to walk into the Stormveil Primal Hall. My familys sacred ground. My grandfather had given his life protecting it, and his spirit still lingered there. My parents tablets were enshrined in its heart. I remembered thest time, when I was younger, walking between my father Arthur and my mother Myra as we carried offerings. Eric, my brother, had been by my side. This time, I would go alone. But someday when I find Eric again, well go together. Well kneel before our ancestors, before my parents spirits, and theyll see we endured. My thoughts shattered as a muffled cry tore through the wall. Ibolted upright. It came from the other sideCSss room. Heart pounding, I shoved open the connecting door and stepped inside. Darkness swallowed the space, but my wolf sight cut through the shadows. On the bed, Ssy writhing, face twisted in pain. His chest heaved, sweat darkening the sheets. His mouth moved, broken words spilling out. Pain gods, it hurts stopCplease, stop Ill obey, Ill be good obedient +8 Pearls The sound pierced me. I froze, disbelieving. This was Ss. The man whose very presence cowed entire packs. And yet here he was, begging in his sleep, voice cracked like a childs. The scars. The abuse. My gut twisted. Ss! I whispered sharply, stepping to his side. He didnt wake. His body thrashed once, then stilled, lips trembling as he choked out another broken plea. I reached for him. hand hovering, then brushing against his damp cheek. Suddenly his grip snapped around my wrist, faster than thought, crushing tight. I gasped, startled by his reflex. But his eyes stayed closed. His voiceCraw, shatteredCfell into the space between us. Dont leave me.* My throat closed. The predator was gone; in his ce was someone unbearably fragile. I didnt pull away. I let him hold me. Slowly, the tension bled from his frame. His breathing steadied. The nightmare receded. With my free hand, I reached for a tissue on the bedside table and gently wiped the sweat from his brow. I had thought of Ss as a man carved of ice and steel, a void where warmth could not exist. Yet now he looked breakable. Like a pup in need of shelter. Minutes passed. His features smoothed, and atst, he sank into a deep, steady sleep. I nced down at my wrist, still trapped in his hand. I tried to ease it free- And stopped, staring at his sleeping face. My chest ached in a way I didnt want to name. Ascension 81 Freyas POV I tugged twice, hard, trying to free my wrist from Sss grip. No luck. 76% +8 Pearls If I really wanted to pull my hand awaypletely, Id have to break each of his fingers one by one. And that would wake him. I bit my lip and let out a soft sigh. Fine. He wanted to hold on, he could hold on. Sitting against the nightstand, I could still rest. After all, years of Iron Fang Recon Unit missions had trained me to sleep anywhere, anytime. Short bursts of rest were enough to restore my strength. I settled on the floor beside the bed, back against the nightstand, letting him clutch my hand. Lights out, eyes closedCI drifted off. Morning came with the push of a door, and I jolted awake. Wolf instincts alert, I caught the figure in the doorway: Wren, Sss personal secretary. Wren froze, eyes wide, voice trembling. Miss Thorne you you didnt sleep with Alpha Whitmorst night, did you?! 0 I blinked, ck rising to my cheeks. Youre overthinking. I was just doing my job. Bodyguard duty, nothing more. His gaze flicked suspiciously to my wrist, still trapped in Sss grip. Somehow, it didnt make sense to him. A bodyguards duty didnt normally involve handCholding all night. Not to the Alpha of the Irond Coalition. Not to Ss. Even as his bodyguard, Miss Thorne Alpha Whitmor would never allow someone to stay by his side while he sleeps. Wrens voice carried disbelief. I rolled my eyes. Then ask him. Hes the one still holding my handCI had no choice. I might be the one trapped here, yet somehow Wrens expression made it look like Id taken advantage of Ss. As if Id barged into his Alphas bed. Then a low, husky voice cut through the tension. Youre saying its me holding your hand? My body froze. I turned, and there he wasCSs, awake. Eyes dark, cold, yet edged with that raw intensity that always kept the room taut. Yes, I said carefully, st night I wasntfortable sleeping on the bed. I sat on the floor, leaned against the nightstand, and you grabbed my hand when I came to check on you. His gaze sharpened, surprise flickering in the golden depth of his eyes. My wrist, still in his hand, radiated warmth straight into his palm and fingers. Sleep uneasy sleep. I realized then hed had a nightmare. His past wing into his dreams again. The memory of whips, of a fathers cruelty, of being helpless as a pup. How many times had he relived it? Therapy. Medication. The nightmares had eased for years. Untilst night. Maybe it was me, seeing the scars on his back, that reopened old wounds in his subconscious. 76% +8 Pearls And yet the warmth of my hand seemed to tether him to the present. It didnt make him gag or recoil. I cleared my throat. Alpha Whitmor? Could you release my hand now? Numbness had crept in from hours of pressure. He frowned. I thought you said youd call me Ss Not Alpha Whitmor. I blinked, irritation threatening. And Wren, witnessing this, looked as though lightning had struck him shocked to the core. Ss Whitmor, who never let anyone call him by his given name, expected me to. I bit back a smirk. Ss can you let go now? He hesitated, then slowly eased his fingers from around my wrist. Freedom. Sweet, though I flexed carefully to wake cirction back into my hand. Ill be heading back to my room, I said, standing and brushing off the carpet. Today Im visiting the Stormveil Primal Hall. I wont be able to cover you, so the other guards will have to manage. I opened the connecting door, stepping back into my chamber. Sss gaze fell to his hand. The warmth lingered on his skin. For a long moment, I sensed he didnt want to let go, as if holding my hand anchored some fragile part of him. A wolf hiding behind steel and ice, finding safety in the smallest tether. Even from here, I could feel it. The Alpha of the Irond Coalition, wolf blood fierce andmanding, still trembling from dreams of painCand still seekingfort. And I well, I was there. Ascension 82 Freyas POV 76% +8 Pearls I stepped out of the mansion, cradling my parents ashes tightly. Every step toward the Stormveil Primal Hall carried the weight of my promise: today, their remains would finally rest among our ancestors, and their memorial tablets would take their rightful ce. From this moment on, their spirits would join Grandfather, Grandmother, and the lineage of the Thorne family in the HallCa ce steeped in centuries of wolfblood legacy. The car came to a smooth stop at the gates. My pulse quickened at the sight of the hall. Solid ebony beams, etched with age, loomed above, and the polished wood que gleamed faintly in the dawn: Stormveil Primal Hall. On either side, inscriptions read: Honor your bloodline. Uphold the pack. The air itself felt heavy with expectation, the weight of generations lingering like the scent of old wolfhide. I swallowed hard. This was the hall Grandfather had sworn to defend with his life, and now I would step in as his kin. I lifted my foot to step forward, and a sharp voice stopped me. This is the Stormveil Primal Hall. Unauthorized personnel may not enter. I am Freya Thorne of the Fifth Branch, I said steadily, pressing the ashes closer to my chest. My parents have passed. By family custom, their ashes are to remain here for three days, and their memorial tablets installed within the hall. The Fifth Branch? the guard asked, brow furrowing. Isnt that line extinct? I squared my shoulders, letting my wolf senses sharpen. Our branch has long resided in The Capital. Ive already informed Seventh Uncle James by WolfCommChe is aware of todays arrangements. Please let me speak to him. The guard hesitated. He is not here today. I arched a brow. Not here? Before he could answer, a voice rang out,manding and low: Uncle James is unavable. I will be in charge. Any issues, speak to me directly. I turned. Jocelyn Thorne, her presence radiating control and authority, nked by several others. Her scent carried the faint trace of pack arrogance, sharp as iron. The guard rxed. Miss Jocelyn, this is Freya Thorne of the Fifth Branch. She wishes to ce her parents ashes and memorial tablets in the hall today. Jocelyns gaze swept over me, icy and contemptuous. The Fifth Branch? Everyone knows that line is gone. And the Primal Hall isnt for just anyone. I met her stare evenly, letting my wolf instincts anchor my confidence. Whether the Fifth Branch survives can be verified. Any Thorne of the pack may check. Verify? Jocelyn scoffed, a derisive curl of her lips. You think you can just walk in and challenge the familys authority? ? /6%# +8 Pearls I held my ground, calm but firm. The Thorne lineage is a matter of blood, scent, and pack recognition. I am family. You may test it if you wish. Her entourage tittered, their amusement sharp and predatory. Family? You really think sharing a surname makes you ThorneCblood? I ignored their sneers, turning back to the guard. Contact Uncle James. He will confirm my im. Freya, Uncle James is not someone you can summon, Jocelyn snapped, her voice tight with superiority. I am his niece, I said evenly. Why would I not call him? A roundCfaced woman at her side snorted. You im the bloodline, but the pack would never recognize you without a proper lineage im. Trying to stick your nose in the Primal Hall youre dreaming. The others erupted inughter, cruel and mocking, but I tuned them out. My blood, my loyalty, my wolf instincts gave me every right to be here. I tightened my grip on the ashes, letting the scent of my parents anchor me, letting the weight of generations guide me. My body pulsed with low, controlled feral energy. I would not be turned away. The wolfblood in me, even from a branch thought long gone, had every right to reim its ce in Stormveil Primal Hall. Send Gifts Ͳ 40 H A Warrio Ascension 83 Freyas POV Jocelyn Thornes voice cut through the air, smooth yetced with venom. Since Uncle James isnt here today, Ill handle this matter in his stead. 8- 76% +8 Pearls Her lips curled into a smirk as her gaze settled on me. Freya this is the Stormveil Primal Hall. Not just anyone can im a ce here. Even if you truly had ties to the Stormveil Packs Fifth Branch, dont even dream of cing your parents ashes among our honored dead, much less erecting their memorials. Youd best turn around and leave. My grip on the ashwood urn tightened, my face cold. On what authority? A snideugh cut across her words. Martong, her everCpresent shadow, leaned in mockingly. On the authority that Jocelyn is the heiress of Stormveils First Branch. If she tells you to crawl out of Ashbourne on your knees, the enforcers will see to it. You really think you can defy her? My jaw set. So the First Branch believes it can trample thews of the Stormveil Pack? Martong sneered, her voice dripping with arrogance. When Jocelyn wields that authority, no one dares to oppose it. And dont forgetCshe doesnt stand alone. Behind her is Ss Whitmor of the Irond Coalition. Jocelyn and Ss grew up side by side. Who canpete with that bond? With just a word from her, Ss could make sure youre cast out of AshbourneChell, out of the entire continent! Is that so? My voice was steady, sharp as a de. Then I would like to see if Ss Whitmor truly means to drive me out of my homnd. At that, Martong faltered, her eyes flicking with sudden recognitionCyesterday, she had seen me with Ss at the restaurant. You think your acquaintance with himpares to Jocelyns? she sneered again, recovering quickly. Theyre not just childhood friends. Jocelyn is- Enough, Martong, Jocelyn snapped, silencing her with a re. She turned back to me, her gaze cold, her wolf aura rolling off her in waves. Freya, even if you had some sort of connection with Ss, it gives you no right to meddle in Stormveil affairs. This is the Primal Hall of our pack. Ill make it perfectly clear: youre not stepping inside. I narrowed my eyes. And what gives you the right to bar me? Her chin lifted with confidence. My will is enough. If I say you cannot enter, then the Halls sentinels will not let you take a single step beyond that threshold. I looked past her to the guards stationed at the gates. Their postures were rigid, their eyes fixed, waiting for hermand. So even if I am Thorne bloodCFifth Branch bornCI am denied entry? Even if you were, Jocelyn spat, her voice full of old spite, if I forbid you, you will not cross that threshold. Yesterday, you humiliated me before Ss. Today, Ill see to it you pay. 76% +8 Pearls Her arrogance seared the air between us. My heart thudded with cold fury, but my voice remained steady, the echo of my ancestors in every word. Stormveilsw was not built on your whims. The packs creed has always been clear: honor your bloodline, stand with your kin, in strength and in hardship alike. Yet here you stand, denying your own kin the right to honor their dead. What wolf would call that loyalty? Jocelyns face twisted, color draining as my words struck. She hadnt expected me to know the Stormveil creedClet alone speak it aloud. My word isw here, she snarled, snapping her fingers at the guards. Remove her. I wont have the stench of a pretender tainting the Primal Hall. The enforcers hesitated only a moment before stepping forward. Miss Thorne, one said gruffly, whatever the case, you should leave. I stood rooted, both hands cradling the urn, my eyes fixed on the towering doors of the hall. The storm of voices around me blurred. All I could see was the threshold barred to me, the ce where my father, Arthur Thorne, and my mother, Myra, should rest among our kin. If their spirits were watching, what would they think of a daughter unable to carry them home? Out, now! Martong jeered, joined by theughter of other pack heirs trailing behind Jocelyn. Their cruel delight rang in my ears. Jocelyns eyes gleamed, savoring every flicker of humiliation she thought shed inflicted. Hurry it up! Jocelyn barked. Our greatCgrandfathers spirit is honored in the Hall today. Disturb him with your trespass, and no one here will shield you from the consequences! The guards moved in closer. One, eager to impress Jocelyn, reached out, hand raised as though to strike. My wolf stirred within me, rising in a low, simmering growl. In a single motion, I drove my boot upward, kicking him back with a thud that cracked the stillness. He hit the ground hard, gasping, shock etched across his face. The courtyard fell silent. You dare- the man choked, scrambling back up. Rage twisted his features as he swung at me, fist heavy with brute force. I sidestepped, swift as a shadow, and drove him down again, pinning him beneath my heel. His body hit the stone, the breath knocked from him. I pressed him to the ground, my foot locked on his spine, one hand steady on the urn I carried. The others faltered, uncertainty shing across their faces. He was their strongest fighterCand I had felled him without spilling a drop of ash. I lifted my head, voice ringing out into the air, loud enough for the spirits themselves to hear. Elders of the Stormveil Pack, hear me! I, Freya Thorne of the Fifth Branch, stand before your Hall this day. I bring with me the ashes of my father, Arthur Thorne, and my mother, Myra, to join their kin. I call upon the bloodline, upon the honor of our pack. Open these doors, and let me in! My words carried on the wind, fierce and unyielding. My wolf blood surged with the weight of legacy, with Ascension 84 Third Persons POV The entire crowd froze. Especially Jocelyn. 3.76% +8 Pearls Freyas voice wasnt only heard by those guarding the Stormveil Primal HallCit carried beyond, reaching every ear in the bustling heart of Ashbourne. The Hall stood in the citys central za, its ckstone pirs carved with the runes of Stormveils bloodline. The earlier sh had already drawn attention, but Freyas defiant cry stopped passersby in their tracks. Humans and wolves alike paused, watching as the lone woman stood firm before the sealed gates, clutching the wooden urn draped in a bloodCred battle g. Jocelynsposure cracked, her voice snapping like a whip. Drag her away from the gate! Dont let her shout another word. Do you want the EldersCor the Patriarch himselfCdisturbed by this circus? Yes, AlphaCheir! the guards scrambled to obey, their boots crunching against the stone as they surged toward Freya. At that same moment, Ss emerged from the towering headquarters of Stormveils family industries alongside highCranking Thorne elders. Adel Thorne, Lennon Thorne and the other branch leaders walked at his side, their tone deferential. Alpha Ss, had we known youd be traveling to Ashbourne, we would have prepared a proper wee, Adel Thorne offered smoothly. Stormveil had once dominated the city, but its glory had waned. Only Jocelyns ties to Ss kept the packs prestige afloat. The other branch elder chimed in, eager to please. Perhaps tonight we host a cleansing feast in your honor. We could invite Jocelyn as wellCyou and she grew up like bonded cubs, did you not? They meant to remind him of Jocelyns destined bond. But Sss attention had already drifted. His voice cut through their chatter, calm but sharp. The Stormveil Primal Hall lies nearby, does it not? I think Ill take a look. The Thornes stiffened. The Primal Hall? You wish to go there? Why? His tone cooled, steel beneath the velvet. Am I not wee? Of course, you are! It would be our honor, Lennon said hastily. The Patriarch himself is in the Hall today. He would be pleased to meet you. They did not understand his sudden interest, but none dared deny him. The group turned toward the Hall, their stride purposeful. But before they even reached the obsidian gates, the scene revealed itselfCchaos, guards strewn across the gstones, and a lone figure standing tall amidst the carnage. Ss halted. His pulse thundered. There she was. 76% +8 Pearls Freya. Spine unyielding, eyes cold as tempered steel, both hands cradling the urn draped in the crimson g of her father. Around her, bodies groaned, some crawling, others still on the ground from where her wolfCblooded strength had thrown them aside. It was the airport all over againCher defiance against overwhelming force. Jocelyns shrill voice cut through the air, bitter and frantic. Freya! The Primal Hall is no ce for your insolence! Ive already summoned the City GuardCif you dont leave now, youll be dragged out in chains! I am not here to fight, Freyas voice rang like steel against stone. I am here to honor my blood. To ce the ashes of my parents within the Hall! Jocelyns father, Lennon flustered and sweating, rushed to her side. What madness is this? Do you think the Hall is open to every stray who ims the Stormveil name? Freyas gaze cut to him like a de. Arthur Thornes blood runs in my veins. My mother Myra died bearing the same mark. Their spirits deserve the Hall. Their urn will rest here. Lennon scoffed, his face pale despite his bluster. The Fifth Branch has been dead for years! Dont insult us with lies. Then check the Stormveil Codex, Freya snapped back, her voice unwavering. The blood of the Fifth Branch still flows, and I will not be denied. Ss fists clenched at his sides as he watched herCevery word, every act of defiance stirring something primal in his chest. Send Gifts 40 Ascension 85 Third Persons POV 76% Finished Lennon Thornes gaze flickered with unease. Just then, the distant wail of sirens cut through the air. A pair of Ashbourne patrol cars rolled up, their lights shing crimson against the ancient stone of the Stormveil Primal Hall. Several enforcers stepped out, their presencemanding silence in the tense crowd. Whos causing the disturbance here? one of them demanded. The patrols of this territory naturally knew the Stormveil Pack by name. Its her! Lennon barked, pointing at Freya Thorne, his voice louder than his daughter Jocelyns. Shes here to provoke at the gates of our Primal Hall! Arrest her now before this spectacle shames us all! The enforcers strode toward Freya. Yet as their eyes fell upon what she carried, their expressions hardened, then shifted into something heavier. Clutched tightly in Freyas arms was a dark oak urn, its polished surface draped with the crimson banner of the Ashbourne Legion. This is one officers voice faltered. Freyas voice rang clear, her spine unbending. The ashes of my father, Arthur Thorne, and my mother, Myra. I came here today only to return them to their kinCinto the Stormveil Primal Hall where their spirits belong. They gave their lives for the nation, for the Pack. Their souls deserve a ce of honor. The enforcers fell silent for a moment. Then one stepped forward and asked, softer now, May we know how they fell? Freyas grip tightened on the urn. Her words cut the air like steel. They joined the Iron Fang Recon Unit. On foreign soil, far beyond our borders, they fought and bled for our people. They fell in service, defending lives not their own. A heavy silence followed. Then, as one, the enforcers straightened and saluted. Their hands rose to their brows, eyes locked on the urn draped in crimson. The crowd rippled with shock. Jocelyn Thorne and Lennon stood frozen, their outrage turning into disbelief. They had expected the patrols to drag Freya awayCbut instead they were saluting her. Lennons voice cracked, thick with fury. What are you doing?! Dont stand there salutingtake her away! But the enforcers merely looked at Freya again, almost pleading. Perhaps it is better if you step back for now. Conflicts between kin can be settled in time, but- No, Freyas voice cut like a de. She turned toward the towering gates of the Stormveil Primal Hall. Raising the urn high, her voice thundered through the gathering. I am Freya Thorne, daughter of the Fifth Branch of Stormveil. Today I bear the ashes of my father Arthur and my mother Myra. Once, when ournds were torn by war, when the packs bled and the skies darkened, the Fifth Branch gave seven brothers to the battlefield. All but one perished. My grandfather, Rowan Thorne, bled thirteen wounds on these very steps, holding the Hall against invaders, and never retreated a single step. 76% Finished My father Arthur and my mother Myra followed the same oath. They wore the crest of Bloodmoon, marched with the Iron Fang Recon Unit, and for thirty years gave their strength to the nation. They fell as warriors, their names engraved among the honored dead of the Ashbourne Legions Hall of Martyrs. I, Freya Thorne, unworthy daughter of the Fifth Branch, plead before the PackCopen these gates! Let my parents ashes rest among their kin. Let their names be carved within the Stormveil Primal Hall! Her voice cracked like thunder, echoing across the square. For a heartbeat, silence reigned. Every wolf stood still, even those who moments before raised fists against her. In that moment, Ss Whitmor, Alpha of the Irond Coalition, found himself transfixed. His gaze could not leave herCthe steel in her voice, the ze of conviction in her eyes. There was grief, yes, but also a fire that burned with ancestral pride. No one moved to stop her now. The Fifth Branch of StormveilCextinguished in rumor, but in truth, loyal and bloodCbound. Such a legacy could not be denied. Even Jocelyn stood dazed, struggling to reconcile her shallow understanding of the familys past with the legacy Freyas words revealed. To her, the Fifth Branch had been little more than a fading name in the lineage scroll. She had never known the weight of their sacrifices. Lennon, at her side, masked his shock with anger. He had never expected Freya to dare reveal such truths before the Pack. If her branchs bloodline was publicly acknowledged here, his grip on power would fracture. Rage twisted in his gut as he opened his mouth again Even if you speak so boldly, who can say your words are true?! His voice trembled with fury. I will not- They are true. A new voice rose. It was Abel Thorne, standing apart until now. His gaze was steady. I recognize her. She is the child we once called Little Freya. At first, I did not see it she has grown. But hearing her words, seeing her bearing, there can be no mistake. She is of the Fifth Branch. Brother! Lennon snapped, but his protest choked in his throat. Because at that very moment, the gates of the Stormveil Primal Hall creaked open. Gasps rippled through the crowd as an elder figure emerged, leaning on a carved wolfCbone staff. His hair was silvered, his face lined with age, but his eyes carried the sharp weight of authority. The High Elder Ken of Stormveil PackCthe living pir of their lineage. His gaze locked upon Freya. You are child of the Fifth Branch? Freya straightened her spine, her arms unyielding around the urn. Yes. The Elder studied her, and in his weary eyes flickered the ghostly faces of the seven brothers of old, bloodied yet unbroken. He remembered being a boy, watching them march to war one by one. Dont go, he had begged them. Youll die. One of them had only ruffled his hair, smiling as he answered, If we dont go, more will die. We go not to 13:10 Tue, Sep 2 GM. embrace death, but to shield life. Remember that. 76% Finished He had not understood then. But when the smoke cleared, only one of the brothers returned, limping, maimed. And now, before him, stood their descendantCunyielding, carrying the ashes of another fallen son of the Pack. Send Gifts Ascension 86 Third Persons POV Ken Thornes sharp gaze softened into something warmer, almost grandfatherly. 76% Finished Good good good! he thundered, his voice carrying like the growl of an elder Alpha. The blood of the Fifth Line deserves its ce in the Stormveil Primal Hall. The ashes of Arthur and Myra shall rest where they belong! I would like to see who dares stand in the way! As his words fell, his ironwood staff struck the stone floor with a thunderous crack. The sound reverberated through the ancient hall like a war drum. Silence fell instantly. No wolf in the courtyard dared to breathe too loudly. Freya, Kens voice softened as he turned toward her, e. Carry your parents ashes and walk with me, your greatCgrandsire, into the Primal Hall. Yes, AlphaCElder, Freya answered firmly Her arms tightened protectively around the urn cloaked in the national colors. But before she could move, a voice rang/out. I want to walk in with her. The crowd turned. Ss Whitmor, Alpha of the Irond Coalition, stepped forward, his presence alone drawing a murmur of shock. Ken Thornes eyes narrowed. This is the Stormveil Packs ancestral rite. Outsiders have no ce within the Primal Hall. A flicker of irritation crossed Sss face. Freya moved closer to him and lowered her voice. This is Stormveils hall, Ss. Today is about my bloodline. But thank you. Thank me? For a heartbeat Ss was caught off guard. Was that truly what he had been doingCcaring? If not, why had he spoken so impulsively? Why had he stepped forward as if her battle was his own? After a pause, he said quietly, Then I will wait here until you return. The words rippled through the gathered wolves like a storm wind. The Alpha of the Irond Coalition, the infamous Whitmor, waiting outside Stormveils hallCfor her? Eyes darted between them, stunned, whispering disbelief. Freya studied his face a moment longer before giving a small nod. Alright. Then, straightening, she turned back to Ken Thorne and followed him into the Stormveil Primal Hall. The rest of the pack, elders and kin alike, exchanged uneasy nces before trailing inside behind her. The injured guards who had tried to bar her way earlier were carried off to heal, while the enforcers kept the swelling crowd at bay. Slowly, the throng dispersed until the stone courtyard emptied, leaving Ss Whitmor standing sentinel before the Primal Halls looming doors. 13:10 Tue, Sep 2 G M 76% Finished His gaze lingered on the carved totems of wolves and moons etched into the archway. Yet his thoughts reyed only one imageCFreyas face as she had spoken outside, sorrow and unyielding pride burning together. A lineage of martyrs. A bloodline that had given everything. He had once thought of her as merely an amusing challenge, a distraction in his restless Alpha life. But now something was shifting. Something primal. Within the Primal Hall, the air was heavy with the scent of cedar, ash, and wolfCmagic. Freya had been here as a child, trailing behind her father Arthur during rites. But todayCbearing his ashesCit was as if the spirits of her ancestors watched her every step. Ken Thorne led her to the altar, where rows of obsidianCetched name tablets rose like a silent army of generations past. He pointed to the section of the Fifth Line. ce them here. Arthur and Myra Thorne have earned this ground. I had asked Seventh Uncle James if the memorial tablets were prepared, Freya murmured, her voice tight. I dont know if they were ever finished? Kens expression darkened. James Where is that whelp? The surrounding kin shifted uneasily. Finally, a younger pack member whispered, He is ying cards, Elder. Ken mmed his staff against the floor with a snarl. Cards! While his kin wait to be honored? Worthless pup! Fetch the tablets, now! Momentster, the carved memorial stones of Arthur Thorne and Myra were brought forth, the names etched in silver runes that glowed faintly in the dim firelight. Freyas eyes blurred. She ced the tablets beneath the stone markers of her grandparents, hands trembling. Then she lowered herself onto her knees, the urn still sped tightly, and bowed until her forehead touched the cold floor. Unworthy daughter of the Fifth Line, Freya Thorne, bows before the ancestors. May Arthur and Myra Brown, heroes of the Iron Fang Recon Unit, rest among their kin. May the Stormveil remember. Her voice rang through the hall like a vow. Ken Thornes eyes glistened with unspoken grief, though his posture remained rigid, AlphaCElder strong. When Freya rose, he turned, his gaze snapping toward Lennon Thorne and Jocelyn. You twoCkneel! His roar cracked like thunder. Lennon and Jocelyn flinched, paling. Grandfather, why? Why would you- Lennon stammered. Do you dare ask? Kens voice was cold steel. What you attempted today at the gates of the Primal Hall- you think the ancestors do not see? do 76% Finished Jocelyn scrambled to exin, her voice honeyed with excuses. GreatCgrandfather, how was I to know she was truly of the Fifth Line? Her name carried no generational mark, and many wolves attempt to im ties to Stormveil for their own gain. I could not have known- Kens staff struck again. Sparks of wolfCmagic shivered across the floor. And so you would cast out the blood of martyrs, while defending your own pride? Kneel, or be stripped of your Stormveil name! Send Gifts 40 A Warrior Lunas Awakening Ascension 87 76% Finished Freyas POV When Ken Thornes voice thundered across the Stormveil Primal Hall, I felt the weight of generations pressing down on us. Wouldnt it ur to you to ask your uncles? he snapped at Jocelyn, his tone edged with fury. You im you didnt know whether Freya belonged to the Fifth Branch. Are you telling me that all your uncles and elders are just as blind as you? The air inside the Hall chilled. The carved stone wolves that lined the chamber seemed to watch in silence, their eyes gleaming with judgment. At that moment, James Thorne stumbled in, sweat dampening his cor. One of the Primal Hall attendants had called him in a panic, and from the look on his face, he already knew the storm that awaited him. He might not have known me well, but he knew of the Fifth BranchCmy branch. The Bloodmoon Pack had bled more than any others. My kin had been soldiers, guardians, martyrs. Most had died with steel in their hands and wolves at their throats. What remained of us was me, standing here now, clutching the urns of my parents. Ken Thorne didnt hesitate. He hurled his wolfCcarved cane at James with a sharp crack, the wood striking true. And you dare show your face here? This was your duty, James! You were meant to greet Freya at the gates of the Primal Hall, to wee her and Arthur and Myras ashes with the honor they are due. Instead, she was forced to stand outside, barred entry, raising her voice just to be heard! The words struck deeper than any cane. For a moment, my chest achedCnot from shame, but from the raw pain of knowing how far my family had fallen in the esteem of our pack. James winced, lowering his head as Ken advanced. My greatCgrandfatherCthough well into his eighties- still moved with the force of an Alpha in his prime. His boot struck James square in the ribs, sending him stumbling. No one moved to intervene. James choked out, It was JocelynCshe insisted shed handle Freyas return. I warned her told her she belonged to the FifthCbut she assured me she had it in hand. Every gaze in the Hall shifted to Jocelyn Thorne. Her lips tightened, but she lifted her chin. I thought Seventh Uncle had been deceived. The Fifth has been absent from Ashbourne for years. And there were reports three years agoCrumors that Arthur and Myra fell abroad. So why, Freya, are their ashes only returning now? It doesnt make sense. My wolf snarled inside me, low and furious. I fixed Jocelyn with a stare that couldve split stone. They fell in battle beyond our borders, I said, my voice cold. It took years to recover their remains, years to bring them home across hostilends. Do you know how many of our honored dead never return at all? How many of their ashes lie forgotten in foreign soil? You dare call it strange that I fought tooth and w to bring them back? You speak of sense? You know nothing of sacrifice. Jocelyns face drained of color, then red red with humiliation. She couldnt meet my eyesCnot with the entire Stormveil bloodline staring down at her. A ., 76%n Finished Ken Thornes voice cracked like a whip. The three of youCon your knees! You will kneel before the Fifths shrine until dawn, and perhaps then you will remember whose blood bought the stones beneath your feet. If not for the warriors of the Bloodmoon, for Arthur, for Myra, for the Iron Fang Recon UnitCthis Hall would be ash and ruin, and none of you would dare call yourselves Thorne! James and Lennon exchanged a helpless look. Jocelyn trembled with anger she didnt dare show. One by one, they dropped to their knees before the shrine of the Fifth Branch. Kens eyes softened only when they turned to me. Freya, your parents urns will be guarded here in the Primal Hall until their funeral rites. In three days, the Stormveil Pack will stand to honor them. Abel Thornes voice rumbled from the side, cautious. Grandfather, youre too old to march in a funeral procession. Let the younger generation see to it. Its illComened for elders to bury the young. Kens re silenced him instantly. Arthur and Myra carried the weight of this world on their backs. They bled for thisnd, so that pups like you could sleep beneath a peaceful moon. If I cannot walk behind their coffins, then I am unworthy of the name Thorne. The chamber fell silent again, reverent. Atst, he turned to me, his voice softening. Child, youve returned to Ashbourne. Stay with me at the ancestral grounds. Ill see that you are given a ce worthy of the Bloodmoonsst daughter. I shook my head gently. Thank you, GreatCAlpha, but I have matters yet unfinished. Ive already secured my own den. But if you wish to see me, Ille. As often as you like. Ken Thornes eyes glistened. He nodded, his wolf still burning bright behind them. Good. And know this, FreyaCthis Hall is yours as much as it is mine. If anyone dares to bar you again strike them down. If blood is spilled, Ill bear the weight. His cane struck the stone once more, the sound echoing like a heartbeat through the ancestral Hall. Send Gifts Ascension 88 Third Persons POV * 76% Finished Jocelyn knelt rigidly on the cold stone floor of the Stormveil Primal Hall, her face pale. Ken Thornes words still echoed like thunder in the vaulted chamber, each syble cutting into her pride like a de. She had long basked in the false glory of clinging to Ss Whitmors name, earning the shallow reverence of pack members who fawned on her. Now, stripped bare before the familys ancestral spirits, she had not felt such humiliation in years. Freya could see it clearlyCher greatCgrandfathers rage had not been for show. The old Alpha Elders fury came from a ce of fierce love for her bloodline. She bowed her head, heart tight, before answering softly. I will, Elder Ken. Ille sit with you, talk with you whenever you wish. When she finally stepped out of the Stormveil Primal Hall, the night air hit her lungs like a cleansing fire. Out beyond the circle of torches that guarded the ancient stone grounds, a lone figure stoodCsilent, still, as though carved from steel and shadow. Ss Whitmor. Freya froze, her pulse leaping. He was really waiting. Not seated, not hidden away in a nearby vehicle, but standing openly, unwavering, before the sacred hall of her ancestors. As though sensing her gaze, Ss lifted his eyes to meet hers. For a moment, everything within her chest twisted and surged. His steady, stormCgray stare locked with hers, unflinching. Then, he began to walk toward her, every step purposeful. Did you settle what you came here to do? His voice was low, even, carrying that quietmand only an Alpha of his stature could hold. Yes, she nodded. They didnt give you trouble? No. Then why stand here? she finally asked, her voice tinged with disbelief. Youve been waiting like this for more than an hour? Standing at the gate of your ancestral hall, Ss replied calmly, was the only way I would see you the very moment you emergedCbefore anyone else could. The words struck her harder than she expected. But its exhausting, she countered, her throat tight. And people stare. Dont you think it draws too much attention? I dont care. His answer was t, unwavering. Freya faltered, brushing her hand against her cloak, unsure what to say. Finally, she muttered, The rites are 173 13:10 Tue, Sep 2 GM. finished for tonight. Lets go back. But before she could turn, his voice cut through the night. Freya. She froze, ncing back. 3.76% Finished As long as you dont cast me aside, Ss said, eyes burning with a solemn intensity, Ill always wait for you -like this. Her breath caught. What did he mean by always? He didnt exin further. Instead, he simply reached out, sping her hand firmly, and guided her toward the waiting silver Maybach at the edge of the grounds. Inside the car, silence stretched until Ss asked, When will your parents ashes beid to rest? In three nights, she whispered. Ill be there. You? she blinked in surprise. ???????? ? ???? They were fallen warriors, he said simply. And they were your parents. Its my duty to honor them. Freya stared at him for a long moment, her chest aching, before finally nodding. Alright. Later, back in Sss estate, Freya slipped into her chamber when her WolfComm vibrated. It was Lana Rook. How are you in Ashbourne? Lanas voice carried warm concern. Everythings in ce, Freya murmured. And your parents ashes? Theyve been ced in the Stormveil Primal Hall. In three nights, theyll be interred at the Ashbourne Legions Hall of Martyrs. Thats good. Theyll rest in honor, Lana said. Then her tone sharpened, By the wayCdid you hear Auroras been detained? Detained? Freya was startled. Of course! At the airstripCafter what she did, insulting the ashes of your parents, mocking the fallen? The Iron Fang Recon officers were furious. With so many witnesses, there was no escaping it. Ten days in detention, and worse, an official disciplinary mark on her record. Auroras career in the Bluemoon Airborne Wing? Over. Lanasugh was edged with satisfaction. Can you imagine? Caelum Graftons been scrambling, begging for strings to be pulled, trying to shield her from punishment. But who would dare? She disrespected warriors. who bled and died for the packs. Thats a line even an Alpha of the Silverfang cannot cross. 76% Finished Freya sat silently, her grip tightening on the phone. Auroras arrogance had always burned, but this this was different. She had tried to desecrate the remains of her parentsCof heroes. And now, the wolves themselves had answered. Send Gifts 40 Ascension 89 Freyas POV Finished If Aurora had actually gone through with opening my parents urn, I knew she wouldnt just be in detention -shed be facing three years in prison under the Pack ords. Even if the Iron Fang Recon Unit hadnt intervened that night, once I had settled my parents remains, I would have made sure she paid. I could never forgive someone who tried to desecrate the ashes of Arthur and Myra Brown. Aurora had chosen her path, and she would suffer the consequences. As for Caelum Grafton that man was nothing more than a stranger to me now. Our paths had diverged the moment he defended Auroras insult. Lanas voice buzzed through my WolfComm, pulling me back. Where are you staying now, Freya? The old house in Ashbourne? No, I shook my head, though she couldnt see it. The ce has been abandoned for too long. Its falling apart, not fit for living. Maybe someday Ill restore it, but for now Im staying at Ss Whitmors estate. There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end, followed by a nearCscreech. Youre what? Youre living in Ss Whitmors mansion? You meanCyoure cohabiting? When did that happen? I pinched the bridge of my nose, sighing. Its not what you think. Im his bodyguardCjust for three months. After that, well go our separate ways. You? A bodyguard for him? Lana sounded incredulous. Itsplicated, I muttered. Lets just say the Iron Fang Recon Unit asked it of me. Some things, I cant exin. Fine, I get it. She dropped the subject immediatelyafter all, Lana knew me well enough to recognize when I couldnt speak freely. But she still couldnt help herself. Freya, be careful. Everyone knows the Alpha of the Irond Coalition is unpredictable. They say hes ruthlessCkillConCaCwhim ruthless. Dont get caught in his moods. Her warning sent images shing in my mind: Ss bowing deeply before my parents urn in The Capitals hall of remembrance, his quiet figure standing vigil outside the Stormveil Primal Hall, his solemn promise to apany my parents to their final rest in the Ashbourne Legions Hall of Martyrs. And the moment I glimpsedst night, when his walls crumbled, and he looked less like a monster and more like a broken child. Hes not always what people say, I admitted softly. Theres another side to himCone most never see. Oh, Moon above, Lana groaned. Dont tell me youre falling for him? I am not, I shot back instantly, rolling my eyes though my cheeks warmed. I just buried a marriage during the Lunar Severance PhaseCIm not about to fall headfirst for another man. Id have to be an idiot. 76% Finished Hmm, she hummed in a way that meant she didnt believe me. Well, fine. But when youre back in The Capital, Ill introduce you to someone whos actually safe to fall for. I was about tough when silence pressed between us. Freya? Lanas voice softened. Whats wrong? Nothing I justCsomething came up. Ill call youter. I hung up before she could press further. Because when I lifted my gaze, I found Ss Whitmor himself leaning against my doorway, watching me with those stormCgray eyesCexpression unreadable. How much had he heard? We locked eyes. The air thickened. Then he crossed the threshold, closing the distance between us until I could feel the weight of his presence. Tell me, he said atst, voice low and sharp as a des edge, since when is falling for me the mark of a fool? My heart lurched. So he had heard. I stared, unable to speak. He leaned down, his lips brushing dangerously close, his wolfCamber eyes rippling with something unfamiliarCsomething almost tender. Or is it that you hate me, Freya? I dont hate you. I forced my chin up, meeting his gaze headCon. But you know where I stand. I just came out of the Lunar Severance Phase. I dont n on giving my heart to anyone. And youCyou dont care about me like that. His lips curved, but it wasnt amusementCit was something darker, deeper. And if I did? If I wanted you? My throat went dry. It wouldnt matter. I wouldnt return it. Not now. Not now, he repeated softly, studying me. Then his smile widened, a wolfish curl of lips that both unsettled and entranced me. Butterter is a different story. I had no reply. That night, I tossed restlessly in bed, the events of the day pressing heavily on me. Sleep refused toe. And just when my body finally began to drift, I heard itCfaint movement from the room next door. I stiffened. My instincts snapped awake. I slid from the bed and crept into the hall. And there he was. Ss, already descending the stairs, his tall frame cloaked in shadow. When his eyes caught mine, a flicker of surprise crossed his face. You really are a good bodyguard, he said evenly. And I couldnt tell if it was approval or a challenge. Ascension 90 Ss POV I couldnt sleep. Not tonight. 1.76% Finished The weight of the Irond Coalition, the endless bloodCfeuds, the phone call from my father it all wed at me like unseen fangs. So I left my room, my wolf restless beneath my skin, and headed for the sitting room downstairs. The silence of the mansion pressed close, broken only by the low thrum of my heartbeat. But I wasnt alone. Freya emerged from the shadows of the hall, barefoot, her eyes wary yet steady. She looked as if she had expected me. A good bodyguard indeed. Where are you going at this hour? she asked. The sitting room, I answered. My voice sounded rough even to my own ears. Since youre awake, you may as well join me for a drink. We descended together. I opened the cab and pulled a bottle of dark red wine. What do you drink, Freya? I dont. Her reply was firm, almost clipped. Always the dutiful protector. No weakness, no indulgence. I didnt press her. Instead, I poured for myself. One ss. Then another. The wine burned down my throat, but I weed it. A third followed, then a fourth. I wasnt savoring it. I was trying to drown something. When I reached for the next pour, her hand shot out, slender but strong, stopping me. Enough. Youll ruin yourself. Her words shouldnt have mattered. Yet when I looked up, her eyesCsteelCgray, steady as the mountains of StormveilCmet mine, and something inside me twisted. You care? My tone was even, but the truth wed beneath it. There was a flicker of hesitation before she said, Yes. I dont want anything happening to you while Im meant to protect you. I almostughed. So its only duty, then? My wolf bristled at the thought. If you werent bound to guard me, would you still care? Her lips parted, but no answer came. I leaned in, closer than I should have, close enough to breathe her inCstorm and moonlight, tinged with the faintest trace of her wolf. Or is it that if you cared for meCtruly caredCyoud worry no matter what? She frowned, instinctively drawing back, but I caught her wrist, holding her there. My voice dropped to a whisper, roughened by drink and something deeper. Freya fall for me. Just a little. Would that be so terrible? Her eyes widened. Shock. Maybe anger. And Moon help me, she was beautiful like that. Her face so close, her lips trembling between defiance and restraint. No. The word came sharp, unyielding. I blinked,shes heavy from drink, from weariness. Why? She turned it back on me with a question of her own. Would you ever love me? The silence that followed was heavy, suffocating. I couldnt answernot truthfully. A 76% Finished Her voice cut through, clear and fierce. When I give my heart, its to someone who will fight beside me, live and die with me, never betray me. Someone who doesnt stand at another womans side while I bleed. Someone who doesnt break every promise. Her words struck like ws across my chest, peeling back armor I hadnt realized I still wore. She was speaking of Caelum Grafton. But every syble lodged itself in me, demandingCprove you are not him. What if I could be that? The words slipped out, rough and low. What if I could be the wolf you just described? Would you give me your heart then? She stared, stunned into silence. I didnt wait for her answer. Instead, I leaned in againCnot for her lips, though the urge was maddeningCbut for her shoulder. Dont move, I murmured. Just let me rest here. And she didnt push me away. My head lowered onto her shoulder, and the strangest sensation washed through me. Safety. Her frame was smaller than mine, but steady, strong. My wolf settled against her scent as if he had been waiting centuries for this moment. My father called me today, I said suddenly, surprising even myself. She made a small sound, surprise clear in it. No one ever spoke of my father. The world barely remembered he existed, and I had long since wished I could forget him too. Our bond is poisoned, I admitted, my voice almost a growl. If I died tomorrow, the first to celebrate would be him. Her silence was heavy, her warmth grounding me in the storm. I nearly told her more. I nearly confessed that as a boy I had craved one thingCto have someone at my side when he belittled me, when he carved into me with words sharper than ws. But the wine, the weight of it all, stole the rest. Never mind. I swallowed the truth back into the dark where it belonged. Still, I did not lift my head from her shoulder. For the first time in years, I allowed myself to lean. Send Gifts Ascension 91 Third Persons POV ?76%^ Finished Ss Whitmor had never admitted it aloud, but as a boy he had always wanted someone to stand before his father for him, to shield him, to help him escape. Back then, he was weakCtoo small, too fragile to fight back. He had dreamed of rescue. Now he was Alpha of the Irond Coalition, stronger than most wolves alive, feared by rivals across the territories. He no longer bowed to any manCnot even his father. And yet sitting there beside Freya Thorne, he had almost bared the softest part of himself to her. Almost told her of the broken boy that still lived inside him. If one day, Ss said, voice low and quiet in the hush of the sitting room, I could be as you described- loyal to only you, never betraying, standing shoulder to shoulder with you, bound by blood and battle, through life and death without abandon would you give me your heart then? His words hung between them, drifting like smoke. Freyas brows knit, her lips tightening. Are you joking? Because Ss WhitmorCironCwilled Alpha, coldCeyed wolflordCdid not seem like a man who could ever love like that. She couldnt even imagine what it would look like if he tried. Maybe He closed his eyes slowly, inhaling the faint, natural scent clinging to her. Not perfume, nothing artificialjust her. SunCwarmed skin, wild grass after rain, and the subtle trace of wolf musk. It wrapped around him like a balm, easing the sickness left behind by his fathers voice on the phone. Maybe I am joking, he murmured, letting his head rest against her shoulder. He didnt want to move. He only wanted to stay there a while longer, drinking in her presence, letting her scent burn away the poison. For once, the everCwatchful Alpha allowed himself to lean. 4 * The following two days, Freya made her way daily to the Stormveil Primal Hall, the ancestral stronghold where generations of her packs bloodline were honored. She carried with her the ashes of her parents, Arthur and Myra, and set them to rest in the shadow of the tablets of her grandparents. Her throat tightened every time she stood there. The Fifth Branch of the Stormveil PackConce numerous, once proudCnow reduced to ashes and carved names. Freya knelt, touching her forehead to the cold stone floor. Father. Mother. I swear I will find Eric. One day Ill return with him, and we will both stand here to honor you, and every Thorne who came before us. Her voice did not break, but her wolf keened low within her chest. Five years had passed since her brother Eric Thorne disappeared on the bordends. The Iron Fang Recon Unit had scoured the mountains. She had scoured them herself, crossing dangerous passes and w- marked battlefields, but he was never found. Still, she refused to give up. Once her duty protecting Ss Whitmor wasplete, she would return to the frontier again. She would not stop until she uncovered somethingCanythingCthat could lead her to him. 1/2 M Finished But leaving the Primal Hall that day, Freyas path crossed with Jocelyn. Jocelyns eyes burned with bitterness as she blocked Freyas way. Freya Thorne, she hissed. Dont think that just because Grand Elder Ken shows you a shred of kindness, you can strut as if you matter. Your Fifth Branch is nothingCextinct, save for you. A line of ghosts. She spat the words like venom. To her, the Fifth Branch was a stain, a reminder of sacrifice she could neither understand nor respect. Before she could blink, Freyas palm cracked against Jocelyns cheek. The sound echoed in the ancestral chamber like the snap of a whip. You dare strike me? Jocelyn shrieked, clutching her face. You insult my Branch, Freya said coldly, wolfCfire burning in her gaze. I will strike you again, and even before Grand Elder Ken himself I will not regret it. The Fifth Branch died in loyalty, not disgrace. You-! Jocelyns face flushed crimson, humiliated. But she dared not run to the elder for judgment. Still, rage shook her. You think you can live forever under Ken Thornes protection? He pities you, thats all. Youre nothing, Freya. Nothing! Freyas lips curved into a razors edge of a smile. I didnt strike you because of Kens protection. I struck you because you deserved it. Jocelyn lunged, her hand raised to return the blow. But Freya was faster. She pivoted, sliding behind her, and drove her boot into the back of Jocelyns knee. The other woman gasped, stumbling, copsing forward onto her kneesCright before the line of the Fifth Branchs ancestral tablets. Freya loomed over her, pressing a hand hard to her shoulder, forcing her to bow her head toward the honored dead. Apologize.. Why should I-! Jocelyn spat, writhing under her grip. Because these wolves did not die by misfortune. They died for the Pack. For the Stormveil. For our bloodline. You disgrace them with your words, and you disgrace yourself. Freyas voice rang like steel against stone. You dont tell me what I am! Jocelyn snarled, struggling to rise. But Freyas weight held her down, unyielding as the bloodCoath carved into her bones. Send Gifts Ascension 92 Freyas POV Were it not for them, there would be no Stormveil Pack standing proud today! The voice rang like thunder in the Primal Hall, rolling off the carved stone walls. 76% Finished I lifted my head. Abel ThorneCmy First UncleCstood at the threshold, his expression carved with the authority of decades. Of all the elders of our bloodline, seemingly he was the one Jocelyn feared most. Her smug defiance crumbled in an instant. Color drained from her face. Jocelyn, Abels tone carried the weight of Alphamand, sharp enough to pierce marrow. Offer your respect to the fallen. Were it not for the sacrifices of your ancestors, you would not be living infort today. I saw her jaw clench, lips trembling. She had always believed her sufferingCher eye lost in some secret bargainwas enough to justify her arrogance. She told herself the wealth and honor of the pack were her doing. But Abel had stripped her pride bare in front of me. Do it, Abel pressed, voice colder, heavier. Reluctance warred with fear in her eyes. Atst, Jocelyn lowered her head to the tablets of the Fifth Branch and struck the stone floor with her forehead. The sound of her forced kowtow echoed through the hall. My heart swelled hot with vindication. Not for myself, but for my father, for my mother, for every name engraved in stone who had given their blood so Stormveil could stand. Abel turned his gaze on me, and for the first time in days, I felt the weight on my shoulders lighten. You are not alone, Freya, he said firmly. The Stormveil Pack will always be your shield. Remember that. I know, I whispered, swallowing past the tightness in my throat. When I stepped out into the open air beyond the Hall, the WolfComm in my pocket chimed, I lifted it to my ear. Where are you right now? Lanas voice came through, bright and impatient. In Ashbourne, I answered. She huffed. Of course I know youre in Ashbourne. I meant where exactly. I blinked. Outside the Stormveil Primal Hall. Perfect. Half an hour. Ill meet you there. I froze midCstep. WaitCwhat? Youre in Ashbourne? Justnded. See you soon! she said, and cut the call. A startledugh slipped past my lips. Typical Lana. 76% Finished There were small shops tucked alongside the busy street beside the Hall. I slid into one of the tiny diners, the kind with scratched wooden tables and the scent of fried bread clinging to the air, to wait. Half an hourter, I had more than just Lana rushing toward me. Kade ckridge was at her side. The moment he saw me, he swept me into a hug, his wolf rumbling warmly against mine. I missed you. I couldnt help butugh, shoving a hand through his hair as if he were still the golden retriever boy I remembered. I get it, I get it. But a little warning wouldve been nice. Why didnt you call first? Kade only grinned, sheepish but unrepentant. I wanted to see your face when you didnt expect me. Alright, Lana cut in, ever practical. Im starving. Lets eat here. We ordered a handful of local dishes, nothing fancy, but the food filled the table quickly. It almost felt like a sliver of normal life in the middle of the storm our lives had be. Kade looked at me halfway through the meal, guilt clouding his gaze. Im sorry I wasnt there at the airport, Freya. If Id known what wasing- I shook my head, waving a hand. Dont. None of that was your fault. But still- Before he could finish, my WolfComm buzzed again. I lifted it to my ear. Hello? Where are you? Ss Whitmors voice cut across the line, low andmanding. In a diner near the Primal Hall, I answered cautiously. A diner. His voice paused, a dangerous edge sliding beneath the word. A momentter, his tone sharpened. With Kade ckridge? My heart stopped. I looked upCand there he was. Through the ss wall of the diner, across the street in front of a tall building, Ss stood, his presence unmistakable. His golden eyes locked on me through the crowd, through the ss, burning like fire. Even across the distance, I felt the pull of the bond like chains coiled tight around my throat. Send Gifts 40 H Ascension 93 Freyas POV 76% Finished The WolfComm nearly slipped from my hand when I heard his voice. My gaze lifted instinctively across the street, and there he was. Ss Whitmor. He looked like hed just stepped out of the tall corporate tower, silver Maybach idling at his side, the kind of man who never blended with his surroundings but bent them to his presence. The timing was too precise, too uncanny. What is it, Freya? Kades voice drew me back. His head turned, following my stare through the ss. The moment his eyes locked on Ss, his shoulders tensed. A shadow crossed his face. Wolves always recognize a rival, and in that split second of eye contact, I could almost feel the crackle of warning ripple across the bond lines of the air. Kades wolf bristledthe instinct of a guardian sensing his im slipping away. I forced steadiness into my voice. Lana and Kade just arrived in Ashbourne. Were eating together. I havent eaten either. Sss tone was final, decisive. Then the line went dead. My breath caught. Secondster, I saw him cross the street, stride predatory and unhurried. Every wolf in the diner must have felt it, the ripple of dominance washing in with him. He stopped at our table, his shadow falling over us. I havent eaten. You dont mind if I join you, do you? Lana blinked, startled. Here? Alpha Whitmor in a diner? Is that a problem? His voice held no room for refusal. I cut her nce off with a nod. Sit. Ill ask them to bring another setting. He slid into the empty chair across from Kade, deliberate, as though hed chosen his opponent. The four of us sat around the worn wooden table, the air suddenly thick enough to choke on. I lowered my eyes, focusing on my food. The sound of their silence was louder than the clink of cutlery. Lana shifted ufortably, darting her gaze between the two men, trying to summon some small talk before the tension exploded. Kade beat her to it, his voice tight. What a coincidence, Alpha Whitmor. Didnt expect to find you here. Not coincidence, Ss replied, calm as ever. I came for Freya. The nickname that followed made me stiffen. Freya, he repeated softly, like a im sliding into ce. Kade froze. Lana nearly choked on her water. 76% Finished Freya? she echoed, wideCeyed. Not the formal Freya Thorne, not the respectful Thorne Heiress. Just my name, shortened, personalCintimate. Kades frown deepened. And who gave you the right to call her that? Ss dipped his chopsticks into his tea, rinsing them with meticulous calm. His answer was simple, edged. She did.. Both pairs of eyesnded on me. My cheeks warmed, but I forced my chin high. Its easier this way. Only temporary. Kades gaze lingered, searching, troubled. Eat, I urged, trying to cut through the standoff. Lanatched onto my words like a lifeline. Yes, yes, lets just eat before everything goes cold. Kade finally picked his food back up. Ss mirrored the action, elegant in motion, each gesture smooth, measured. Where Kade ate with the careless ease of a soldier, Ss consumed with the sharp grace of a predator who had endured starvation. I caught myself studying him, and his words broke through my thoughts. I am not a man who only eats fine meals. Ive eaten far worse than this. Bark, ash, even dirt, if it meant surviving. The matterCofCfact tone jolted me. For a heartbeat, I saw shadows in his gazeCechoes of nights I couldnt imagine. Kades lip curled. Surely Alpha Whitmor jests. Sss eyes lifted, dark fire in their depths. I do not jest. ِ Then Id like to try it, Kade countered, jaw tightening. To see if its truly as foul as you im. Ss leaned back slightly, his dominance ring with dangerous amusement, Then strip the bark from a tree, ckridge. If you crave to prove me wrong. But be sure your stomach is as strong as your pride. The growl in Kades throat was low, unmistakable. The table quivered beneath the weight of unspoken challenge. Lana pressed a hand against her forehead, muttering something about indigestion. I cut through them before the wolves in their skins broke loose. Enough. Eat. Two AlphaCborn men, two forces of power, fell quiet under my voice. Their chopsticks lifted again, but the tension never eased. Two of the Capitals brightest sons, sitting across a simple wooden table, ring at each other over bowls of Ashbourne noodles. And I, caught between them, could feel the storm gathering, the bond tightening, the dangerous inevitability of wolves circling the same prey. A Warrior Lunas Awakening Ascension 94 Freyas POV 75% Finished By the time the meal ended, Lana looked like shed lost a year off her life. The tension across the table had been thick enough to chew. Ss Whitmor rose smoothly, his shadow falling over me. Lets go. I didnt hesitate. Alright. After all, I had made an agreement with him. While in Ashbourne, I would see to my personal mattersCbut the rest of my time was bound to his protection. His safety, until the deal was fulfilled. I turned to Lana. Lana, you and Kade- Before I could finish, Kades hand wrapped firmly around my wrist, tugging me back. Freya, where are you staying tonight? Ill take you home. The air shifted instantly. She stays with me, Ss cut in, voice low and edged withmand. His hand closed around Kades wrist, prying mine free. Your hand, ckridgeCrelease her. Kades jaw tightened, his wolf shing in his eyes, And if I dont? Sss smile was nothing but lethal promise. Then if your wrist shatters in my grip, do not call it injustice. A sharp growl coiled in Kades throat. Try me. See if you have the strength. The air thickened like stormclouds ready to burst. My wolf bristled, sensing the fight about to detonate. Enough! I yanked free of Kades grasp and then pried Sss fingers from his wrist, shoving them apart. My voice came out low and sharp, wolfmandced in it. He is my friend. Harm him, and I will not forgive you. Ss stilled, dark gaze unreadable. I turned back to Kade. Im staying with him. For now. Im contracted to act as his guard. Kade blinked. Guard? Did he threaten you? No. Then why? I cant tell you. The words were clipped, but he knew what they meant. Some tasks were bound by oath and secrecy. He nodded after a pause, epting what I couldnt say. Then I wont ask. But tomorrow is the burial. Your parents will beid to rest at the Stormveil Primal Hall. Ill be waiting outside the gates for you. The grief swelled sharp in my chest. I swallowed it down. Alright. I turned to leave with Ss when Kade suddenly pulled me into his arms. I froze. What are you doing? 75% Finished Nothing, he murmured, voice raw. Just youre still the same, Freya. Still the one who protects the people you love. The memory hit me hard. Snowbound roads. His fever burning high. My body carrying him across the drifts, lungs heaving, whispering through my teeth, Hold on. Were almost there. I wont let anything happen to you. The weight of him. The ice in my veins. And yet the fire in my chest, burning brighter with each step. Sometimes, a heartbeat was all it took for a bond to spark. And now, his voice was steady, absolute: If you ever face dangerCde or fire, blood or deathCIll be there. Ill follow you into it all. My throat tightened. If Ss was my storm, then Kade was my anchorCand yet I dont need saving, I muttered, forcing lightness into my voice. I ruffled his hair like I had years ago. Now let me go. Reluctantly, he released me. But when I turned, I caught Lana staring, wideCeyednot at me, but at Ss. At the way his eyes had narrowed, dark fire locked on the sight of Kade holding me. Jealousy. The word burned through me, startling as it was. Ss Whitmor, Alpha of the Irond Coalition, heir of power and legacyCjealous? Wolves like him didnt need to covet anything. And yet. I brushed the thought away. Surely Id imagined it. We returned to the vi in silence. I was halfway to my room when Sss voice halted me. If I had broken his wrist tonight, FreyaCwhat would you have done? I turned, startled. His eyes gleamed with something more than challenge. I would never let you touch him. I only said if. There is no if. My words came sharp. I wont let you harm him. Hisshes flickered, gaze pinning me. You protect him because he was yourradeCinCarms? Is that not reason enough? Youve both left the Iron Fang Recon Unit. His voice hardened. The field, the battles, thats over. Even so, he is my warCbrother, I snapped back. If danger fell, I could entrust my life to him without 13:16 Tue, Sep 2 GM. hesitation. For a long moment, his stare burned into me. Then his voice dropped, low and quiet. And me, Freya? If danger fell could I be the one you entrust your life to? Send Gifts 40 Ascension 95 Third Persons POV Freya stared at Ss, startled that he would voice such words. ????75%?? Finished To her, Ss was danger incarnate. Every instinct in her wolf warned her to keep distanceto never let a man like him slip too close. His presence was a storm, his soul an iron de honed for conquest. Her hesitation did not escape him. For anne Alpha of the Irond Coalition faltered, shadows crossing his gaze. He understoodCshe had never once considered entrusting him as she did Kade ckridge. What a pity, he murmured, voice low and edged with something almost human. I was never yourradeCinCarms. If I had been would you have guarded me as fiercely as you guard him? His eyes glimmered with something rareCan unspoken plea buried beneath Alpha dominance, as if awaiting a promise that might nevere. Freya pressed her lips together. Hypotheticals mean nothing. Right now, I am your shield. Your sworn protector. That is enough. And if you were not bound to me as a protector? he pressed. Then you would still be surrounded by guards. You would notck protection. Ss flinched, though hisposure barely cracked. Hisshes lowered. True. There is no sense in questions that have no answer. Yet, when he turned away, a hollowness gnawed at his chest. The truth remained immutableCtime could not be reversed, and he would never be her battleCbrother. Still, the emptiness curdled in him like rot, a loss unnamed. Later that night, steam still clinging to his skin after the shower, Ss stood before a mirror. His reflection stared back at himCa fusion of his parents features. His jaw carried his fathers harsh edges; his eyes, his mothers. That resemnce had always damned him. Every nce from his mother had beenced with revulsion. You are his son. Youll grow into him, into a demon. Donte near me! His fathers answer to that rejection had been thesh of a whip and the venom of words: Useless boy. You cant even win her heart. Yet afterward, the man would crumble, clutching the son whose eyes mirrored the woman he craved. Im sorry, Ss. I just love her too much. You must help me keep her. She will love me through you. She must. From birth, he had never been a childConly a pawn carved from obsession. Their love was grotesque, a poison that seeped into his bones. Now, gazing at his own face, Ss whispered into the empty room, Freya His voice shook with something he could not name. I think I might be jealous of Kade ckridge. The admission twisted inside him like a de. Watching her with Kade earlier, that unbearable gnawing had grown into pain. Fear. The primal dread of a wolf whose im might be stolen. Every time her gaze turned ? ???, 75%??? Finished toward Kade, the ache sharpened. When she had stood against Ss for Kades sake, the pain had be nearly unbearable. So this this was jealousy. Bitter, raw, undeniable. At dawn, Freya rose early. Today her parents, Arthur and Myra, would beid to rest at the Ashbourne Legions Hall of Martyrs. She clothed herself in ck, the traditional mourning garb of Stormveil, and entered the Stormveil Primal Hall. Inside, the Thorne bloodline stood ranked ording to branch and age, their ck attire a tide of grief. The air itself seemed heavy with incense, with the weight of legacy. At the front, Ken Thorne, patriarch of the line, leaned on his carved ironwood staff. His gaze lingered on the memorial ques of the Fifth BranchCthe Bloodmoon line Freya hailed from. His eyes were distant, heavy with memory, perhaps with regret. Ken Elder, miss Freya has arrived, a nsman whispered. The old Alpha stirred, turning to see her approach. His voice, though weathered, carried the resonance of the Stormveil bloodline. Freya, you are here. Today, we give your parents the honor they earned. Arthur and Myras sacrifice was the pride of Stormveil. Come. Kneel before the ques of your forebearsCyour father, your mother, your grandsire, and your greatCgrandsire. Offer them the respect owed. Freya sank to her knees on the cold stone, bowing her head, pressing her forehead to the ground. Her wolf stirred beneath her skin, recognizing the weight of the moment themunion of blood and bone, of vow and memory. Ken Thornes voice cut across the chamber. And the rest of youCshould not the whole house honor the Fifth Branch this day? He led by example. Despite his age, despite the way his body trembled with the effort, the elder bowed low, offering three deep obeisances. Each movement was steeped in reverence, in mourning, in guilt. For once, the hall was silent, save for the shuffle of garments and the thud of knees meeting stone. Long ago, the Fifth Branch had been renownedCseven brothers marching to war. Only one returned. Ken had sworn then to protect what remained of their bloodline. Yet here they stood, diminished still further. Now only Freya survived of her line, thest ember of a onceCbrilliant me. Send Gifts Ascension 96 Third Persons POV ? 2 75%? Finished From that day forward, Ken Thorne swore in silence: as long as breath lingered in his chest, Freya Thorne would never stand alone. When the elder Alpha bent low before the memorial wall of the Fifth Branch, the rest of the Stormveil pack followed. Dozens of wolves lowered their heads and offered three deep bows toward the bloodlines ques. Even Jocelyn Thorne, despite the bitterness twisting her heart, had no choice but to kneel alongside the others. Her wolf snarled inwardly at the indignity, but tradition bound her tighter than her own will. Still, as her head dipped, her resentment toward Freya only deepened. Freya only stands tall because of her branch, Jocelyn thought, rage curdling under her calm mask. Ken Elder still reveres the Bloodmoon martyrs, and her parents died as heroes. But Ken is old, his strength failing. Once this funeral is done, when the embers of the Fifth Branch fade she will be nothing again. Nothing. Thest bow was offered, and Freya rose, Cradling the urns of Arthur and Myra against her chest, she led the line of mourners from the Stormveil Primal Hall toward the gates. The family fell in behind her, their dark garments flowing like a ck tide. Jocelyns lips curved into a cold smile as she whispered to one of her cousins, Were it not for the pack lending her its weight, she would walk this funeral alone. One of her peers snickered, echoing her disdain. Without us, the sendCoff would be pitiful. A single girl and two urnsChow tragic. Yes, Jocelyn murmured, satisfied. Pathetic indeed. But her satisfaction withered the moment they reached the gates. Her breath caught. Her smirk froze. Outside the Primal Hall, two immacte lines of wolves in the dark armor of the Iron Fang Recon Unit stood at rigid attention, their scarred faces solemn beneath the banners of Stormveil. And they were not alone. Beyond them waited dignitariesCAlphas and officials from the Ashbourne Council, their attire ck and marked with silver crests of mourning. Jocelyn staggered inwardly, her wolf faltering in shock. The spectacle was a p across her face. She had mocked Freya for needing the pack to carry her through this day. Yet even had the family abandoned her, the Bloodmoon dead would still have been honoredCnot just by Stormveil, but by the Iron Fang warriors and the wider Coalition itself. Because martyrs were never forgotten. Even the passersby in Ashbournes busy streets halted in silence,pelled by the sight of the funeral guard. 75% Finished Then Jocelyns gaze snagged on a figure among the crowd, and her heart lurched. Ss. The Irond Alpha, d in a sharp ck suit, his expression unreadable but his eyes fixed solely on Freya. Jocelyns wolf recoiled. Impossible. Ss had no reverence for death. He had never stood in honor at another wolfs passingCsave for two: his mother, and his grandsire. That was all. And yet here he stood, for Arthur and Myra. Did that mean, in Sss cold heart, the Bloodmoon pair ranked alongside the only two souls he had ever mourned? The realization seared Jocelyn, her ws biting into her palms as jealousy and hatred coiled like vipers inside her. Freya, meanwhile, bore her parents urns forward. As she approached the Iron Fang lines, every wolf in the formation lifted a hand to their chest, fists clenched over hearts in the old warriors salute. It was the highest tributeCthe packs eternal vow to remember their fallen. A ceremonial banner of crimson was unfurled, draped carefully across the urns. Not just clothit was marked with the sigil of the Bloodmoon Branch, an emblem of their sacrifice. A low, mournful howl began among the Recon wolves, swelling and carrying through Ashbournes streets. Freyas eyes stung as the sound rose. It was the sound of remembrance, the wolfCsong of honor. Her parents had lived and died by their creedCthat the packs peace was worth their blood. And in this moment, that creed resounded in every voice, every chest, every howl that shook the sky above the city. When the howls faded, one of the Ashbourne Council representatives stepped forward, bowing his head before Freya. Arthur and Myra Thorne gave everything to shield thisnd. Ashbourne, the Stormveil Pack, and the Coalition itself will never forget their names. Nor their daughter. Freya lowered her gaze to the urns in her arms, her voice a whisper only her wolf could hear. I will carry you forward. Always. Send Gifts 40 Ascension 97 Freyas POV ??????75% Finished The Stormveil Pack never forgot my parents. Thats why they negotiated tirelessly with the Bloodmoon Pack and beyond, pulling every string to bring my parents ashes back to Ashbourne. And today they could finally rest in the soil of thend they died to protect. Well take your parents to the Ashbourne Legions Hall of Martyrs, one of the officials said, his tone steady with solemn respect. I gave a small nod. My hands tightened around the urns. When I climbed into the armored car, my parents oldrades from the Iron Fang Recon Unit joined me. They had traveled across the country just to stand guard onest time. Kade was there, Lana too. And thenCthrough the tinted ss, my gaze caught him. Alpha Ss. The Alpha of the Irond Coalition stood among the crowd, his frame wrapped in a ck suit, his expression carved in somber stone. Our eyes locked across the distance, through the window, through the noise, until it felt as though no one else existed. He had kept his word. He came to see my parents off. A storm churned in my chest. When I first met Ss, I thought of him as an enigma carved from shadowsCan Alpha whose mood was as mercurial as the moon, whose aura reeked of blood and death. But around my parents, he had shown nothing but reverence. It was that reverence that cracked something open inside me, revealing a man who wasnt all steel and silence. The engine rumbled. The vehicle rolled away from the Stormveil Primal Hall. Through the window, I saw vigers stop in their tracks, heads bowed, hands pressed to hearts. They knew what this procession meant. They knew who my parents were. Tears blurred my vision, hot and merciless. These people they were sending my parents home. With respect. With honor. By the time we reached the Hall of Martyrs, the ceremonial guards were already waiting. The burial rite unfolded with a reverence that wed at my chest. Four soldiers bore the urns, lowering them with ritual precision into the cold earth. I clutched my parents portraits and followed, my legs moving as though bound by grief. Behind me, my kin of the Thorne line and Stormveils officials trailed in silence. Lana, Kade, and Ss 12 remained further back, but I felt Sss gaze burning into me like a brand. 75% Finished Lanas nce darted his way more than once, her expression betraying surprise. Everyone in Ashbourne whispered of Sss ruthlessness, of the way he tore through alliances and enemies alike. For a wolf of his rank toe and to stand humbly at the back, not seeking recognition, not staking dominance- No. He was here for my parents. And for me. The thought rattled me. Lanas sharp intake of breath told me shed noticed it tooCthe way his deadened, abyssCdark eyes softened when they fell on me. The way his focus never wavered. Could Ss Whitmor truly care for me? If he didCthen Goddess help me. Because I didnt know if that was salvation, or ruin. The ceremony pressed on. A crimson g was draped across the urns, gleaming with the sigil of our Legion. Beside them, I ced a silver bullet charmCa relic my father never parted with. That bullet had nearly imed his life once. He survived only because my mother refused to let him go, cutting it from his body with her own hands under battlefield fire. From that day forward, he swore that his life belonged not only to the Pack and the nation, but to her. And when they fell togetherCwhen the cannons rained down and my father wrapped himself around my mother, refusing to let goCit was a vow fulfilled. His life was hers. And theirs belonged to the cause. The rifles of the honor guard lifted. Seven shots split the sky. Each one a wolfs howl of farewell. Each one a call: Heroes, return to the Pack. My tears spilled freely then. Mother. Father. You can finally rest. When it was over, I forced myself to stand tall. To breathe. To speak with the Ashbourne officials, to thank my parents brothersCinCarms, to wear dignity even while my heart bled. Because thats what being a Thorne meant. Even if my wolf wanted to copse and howl to the moon. Ascension 98 Third Persons POV 75% Finished Ken Thorne stood firmly at Freyas side throughout the funeral rites, his silent presence sending a clear message to all who watched. Even though Arthur and Myra were gone, Freya was still blood of the Thorne line, still a daughter of Stormveil. And Stormveil would shield her.. Among the younger generation of the family, whispers stirred. Freya Thorne shes not as insignificant as we thought. Look how many officials surround her. Even the greatCelder himself stands at her side. And todayCeven Ss Whitmor came. No kidding. Ss never shows up for funerals outside his own bloodline. Never. Dont tell me hes actually taken a liking to Freya? Then what about Jocelyn? Jocelyn? Please. Shes only ever held herself up on Whitmore guilt. She forgetsCSs Whitmor isnt the type to cling to weakness. Why would he tie himself to a girl with one halfCruined eye? And once she loses his backing, what will she and her pathetic father do? The Metropolitan Pack will throw them out of Stormveils holdings fast enough. Outside the washroom, Jocelyn Thorne stood frozen, hearing every poisoned word spill from her cousins mouths. Her nails bit so deeply into her palms she almost drew blood. Her face darkened as she pushed through the door. Silence dropped like a de. The cousins who had been mocking her only breaths ago went rigid, eyes darting nervously toward her. They were the same wolves who usually ttered her, bowed to her presence in the Metropolitan Pack. Yet behind her back, they bared their fangs. Jocelyns gaze cut through them until it locked on the one who had spoken the loudestCJewel Thorne. In two strides she was upon her. One hand mped around Jewels jaw with bruising force, tilting her head back, Jocelyns shadowed eye burning through the lens that covered it. You said I was arrogant. A cripple. Did you? Her lips curled into a venomous smile. Maybe I should take your eye right nowCmake you a cripple too. Lets see if Ss Whitmor still shields me then. Lets see who dares touch me. Her free hand inched toward Jewels eye, fingers stiff and cruel. Jewel shrieked, thrashing. No! PleaseCplease, Jocelyn, I was wrong! Forgive me! Youre nothing like Freya -youre above her, youre- The others stood mute, throats dry, too afraid to intervene. Everyone knew what Ss Whitmor was to Jocelyn. That bondCno matter how twistedCkept her untouchable. ????75%1 Finished Jocelyn sneered. Her nails dragged across Jewels cheek, leaving bloody streaks. Think carefully next time. Every word you speak should pass through your skull first. Or one day youll wake up without your eyes. Jewel trembled violently, nodding, tears of terror streaking her face. Jocelyn released her, her expression ck as storm clouds as she strode from the washroom. Inside, she knew the truth better than any of them. Her strength wasnt hersCit was Sss shadow she leaned on. And she could never afford to lose it. Her ruined eye was his doing. That scar was her tether. As long as she kept that wound raw in his conscience, Ss Whitmors guilt would remain her shield. But thenCher steps faltered. Not far down the corridor, she saw them. Ss and Freya. The Irond Alpha stood close to her cousin, his gaze fixed on Freya with a softness Jocelyn had never witnessed from him. Not once. Her stomach dropped. Her wolf recoiled. Ss had never looked at herCor anyoneClike that. Could he truly? She froze as Ss reached out. His hand lifted toward Freyas cheek. .. Freya reacted instantly, her fingers mping around his wrist, eyes narrowing. What are you doing? Only this, Ss said quietly. In his handy a folded handkerchief. Youve still got tears on your face. Freya blinked, stunned by the sight of the pale cloth in his grip. She hesitated, then slowly released him. I can wipe them myself. 17 Then take it. His palm opened, revealing the lightCblue fabric resting there as if it belonged only to her. Freya had nothing else on her, no paper, no cloth, and the weight of his expectant gaze pressed her until, reluctantly, she epted the handkerchief. She dabbed at her face, trying not to think of the way his eyes followed her. Why are you crying? His voice was low, graveled, almost intimate. Because they were your parents? Isnt that reason enough? she answered, her tone sharp. Sss lids lowered, shadows shifting in his gaze. When my mother died, I didnt shed a single tear. She was the one who bore me, and still, nothing came. They called me coldCblooded. They called me a monster. His eyes lifted again, locking with hers. Tell me, Freya. Do you think Im a monster too? Ascension 99 Freyas POV ? ???, 75%? Finished. If Ss Whitmor were truly a coldCblooded monster, he wouldnt have stood at my parents funeral. He wouldnt havee all the way to Ashbourne just to honor them. So when he asked if I thought him one, my lips tightened before I countered, Was your mother cruel to you? His voice carried no tremor, no bitternessCjust a steady calm that made the wordsnd like steel. She hated me. Especially this face. She despised it most of all. I froze. What kind of mother could hate her own pups faceChate it to the point of loathing? Then his eyes found mine again. Those sharp, lupine eyes that so often looked dead as a battlefield at dusk. Yet now there was something flickering beneath. And you, Freya, he asked softly, do you hate my face? I blinked, taken off guard. Hisshes trembled faintly, his gaze rising with quiet desperationCcalm on the surface, yet underneath the faintest thread of yearning. A strange ache stirred in my chest. No, I murmured. Your face isnt one anyone could hate. At that, the faintest smile touched his lips. Just a curve, subtle, but it cracked the stillness in his eyes. For an instant, the deathly calm in them seemed to melt, leaving a heat that felt dangerously close to temptation. I swallowed and cleared my throat. Here. Your handkerchief. I held it out to him. He took it back, folding the fabric into his palm. Then his gaze caught mine again. Promise me, Freya. Never despise this face., I frowned at the odd request but answered simply, All right. 6 A 7 Truth be told, Ive never hated a face. I only ever hated the wolf beneath it. If I truly loathed someone, I couldnt bear to even look at themClet alone share the same air. Like Caelum Grafton. But Ss wasnt done. He lifted his right hand, extending his little finger, of all things. Then hook ws with me. Swear it. I stared, stunned. This was the Irond AlphaCthe same man whose name shook the whole Capital, who crushed rivals with nothing more than a look. And here he was, using a pups oath, childish and old- fashioned. What? I breathed. Is that so strange? he asked, his expression unreadable. When I was a boy, a girl once told me that a hooked promisests a hundred years. Break it, and youll lose the thing you treasure most. For a moment, my wolf stilled. That exact phrase Id heard it before. Id believed it once too, as a child. Every oath sealed wCtoCw was bound by those words. Could it be? No. Impossible. 1/2 75% Finished I would have remembered if our paths had crossed as pups. His face, even younger, would have been unforgettable. And my memory is sharp as talons; Id never forget a wolf like him. Shaking the thought away, I lifted my hand. Fine. Then lets do it. Our little fingers hooked together. A strange pulse rippled down my spine, like the faint echo of a long- forgotten howl. w to w, Ss murmured, his voice low, almost reverent. A hundred years unbroken. Something inside me faltered. For the briefest heartbeat, I felt like a child againCswearing to someone in shadows, just like this. But before the memory could take shape, it slipped through my mind like mist. And then I felt the weight of eyes burning holes into me, I turned slightly, and there she wasCJocelyn Thorne. Her lips pressed thin, her gaze full of venom and raw hatred. Her wolf bristled under her skin, her whole body rigid with fury as she watched Ss and I hook fingers like it was the most natural thing in the world. I remembered hearing once that she had asked Ss to do this long ago, when they were younger. And he had cut her down with a single look, telling her he owed her nothing, promising her nothing. Yet now, he had done it with me. Easily Her ruined eyeCthe scar he had given herCglittered with bitter rage. She had sacrificed so much, carved herself bloody just to stay at his side. And still, he had never once offered her even a pups promise. But he had given it to me. I looked away from her, my stomach twisting. 4 And when I nced back at Ss, I caught the faint smile still tugging at his lips, as though the oath we had just made was something more than a game. Something binding. I had no words for that. But I could feel Jocelyns fury like a storm gathering behind me, sharp as ws against my back. Ascension 100 Third Persons POV 75% Finished Lana had seen enough to stiffen her hackles. Ss Whitmor, the Irond Alpha, stood wCtoCw with Freya Thorne, and the sight was almost tender. The infamous predator of the Irond Coalition, feared across the Capital, showing softnessCit didnt fit. Beside her, Kade ckridges wolf surged forward. He was halfway to storming in when Lana caught his arm, yanking him back. Not here, she hissed under her breath. This is Freyas parents burial, Kade. You want bloodshed at the Hall of Martyrs? Kade froze, jaw tight, lips pressed into a thin pale line. His gaze stayed locked on Ss and Freya. Lana muttered low, Dont tell me the Irond Alpha actually likes her. The scene before themCsilken and almost intimate was nothing like the cold, steelCedged image Ss carried. The way he looked at Freya it wasnt hatred. It wasnt, indifference. It was possession. Perhaps even hunger. Kades growl rumbled out, sharp as ice. He doesnt love her. Dont dream it. Lana arched a brow. Whats this, then? Afraid your Freyas going to be imed? Rx. She just wed her way out of a Lunar Severance with Caelum Grafton. Thest thing shell want is another male sniffing around. But Kades wolf wouldnt be soothed. He had lost once beforeClost her to Caelum, toote to even bare his heart before her bond had been sealed. Hed fled across oceans, burying his ache for three long years, thinking he could kill the hunger inside. But the moment he saw her again, his wolf had risen, feral and unrelenting. He had never stopped wanting her. Part of him still wanted to tear Caelum apart for not treasuring her. Yet another part of him thanked the Silverfang Alphas arroganceCbecause without it, Freya might never have broken free. Now, when he thought he might finally have a chance, another wolf had stepped between them. Ss Whitmor, of all wolves. When the rites were done, Freya turned to Ss. I wont return to the Whitmor estate with you. I want to stay here awhile, at my parents resting ce. I could keep youpany, Ss offered. She shook her head firmly. No. I want to speak to them alone. For a long moment, Sss silver eyes studied her. Then he dipped his head. As you wish. He turned away, leaving Freya in the stillness of the graveyard. She stood before the stone markers carved with Arthur Thorne and Myra Browns names, staring at the ckCandCwhite portraits fixed above them. Their smilesCbright, resolute, unwaveringCshone even in death. Rest easy, Father. Mother, Freya whispered, her voice trembling yet strong. Ill visit often. Ill bring Eric too. What you fought for, Ill carry. What you loved, Ill honor. And what you guarded, Ill keep safe. 75% Finished Her hands curled into fists, nails biting her palms. Im divorced now. I envied your bond, the way you lived and died as one. I didnt have that fortune. My own bond shattered, and I wont mourn it. Ill live every day with my head high. My life is more than love. When I join you in the earth, I want to stand before you unashamed, proud to say: I was the daughter of Arthur Thorne and Myra Brown. Her words drifted into the night wind, raw with grief yet sharpened with resolve. Outside the Hall of Martyrs, Ss had barely set foot beyond the gates when a shadow mmed into him, driving him against the cold stone wall. The Whitmor guards bristled, growls tearing from their throats, ready to strike. But Ss lifted a hand, still pinned by the elbow jammed into his throat. Stand down. His gaze slid to the wolf pressing him hard against the wall. Kade ckridge. Do you mean to fight me here? Kades re burned. What if I do? Sss lips curved faintly, his tone t as steel. Then you wont leave Ashbourne in one piece. From the sidelines, Lana ran forward, panic shing in her eyes. Enough! Both of you! Youre supposed to be Freyas friends, not tearing each others throats out at her parents burial! Neither wolf listened. Their eyes locked, power crackling in the air like a storm before the strike. Kades voice dropped low, guttural, his wolf close to the surface. Freya is not yours to toy with, Ss. If you darey a w on her, Ill hunt you down myself. Sss silver eyes narrowed, glinting coldly. What if I told you Ive never toyed with her? Kade blinked, stunned by the sudden gravity in his tone. Ive not yed games with Freya Thorne, Ss said, each word slow and measured. And hear me well- what lies between her and me is none of your concern. Send Gifts 40 Ascension 101 Third Persons POV ??,75% Finished As soon as Ss words fell, his body rippled, bones cracking and sinew tearing. In the space of a heartbeat, the Irond Alpha was no longer a man but a massive dark wolf, fur like midnight steel, eyes glowing with predatory fire. Kade answered in kind, his own frame splitting, morphing, until the soldier stood reced by a stormCgrey beast, scarred and broadCshouldered, every inch of him carved by war. And then they collided. Fangs shed, ws raked, their bodies a blur of fur and blood, a whirlwind of violence in the middle of the hall. Tables shattered beneath their weight, wood splintering as they mmed each other into walls, snarls shaking the air like thunder. Lana froze, terror lodging in her throat. To step between two battling alphas was to court death. Their power rolled through the hall like a stormfront, crushing her lungs, bending her knees. She turned desperately to Sss guards. Are you just going to stand there and do nothing? The lead Whitmor enforcer didnt so much as twitch. Alpha didnt give the order. Lanas mouth fell open. That meant they would tear each other apart until blood crowned a victor. Kade fought with the disciplined ferocity of a soldiereach strike a precise, punishing blow honed by the Iron Fang Recon Unit. But Ss moved with something more primal, a predator unbound, his attacks savage, cunning, designed to cripple and kill. Fur flew. The floor slicked with blood. Five minutes passed. Lanas heart pounded with every brutal sh. Ten minutes, and she bit her fist to keep from screaming. By fifteen, she felt hollow, trembling, the violence too much for her human nerves., Are you tw ever going to stop? she whispered hoarsely. At least take a break gods And then it happened. A streak of white cut across the battlefield. A wolf unlike any other burst from the shadowsCa great pale beast, fur white as bone, eyes gleaming silver. Freya. She lunged between them, her body mming into both alphas with impossible force. Sss jaws snapped closed inches from her throat. Kades ws raked harmlessly against her nk as she shoved them apart, lips curled back in a snarl that split the hall with pure,manding sound. Both males froze. Instinct, bloodCdeep, forced their wolves to halt. Their snarls died into growls, their ? ???, 75% Finished massive frames rigid, hackles still raised but restrained by the sudden intrusion of that white shadow. The hall held its breath. And then, before their eyes, Freya shifted back. Fur sank into skin, bone cracked and reformed, her wolf folding into human shape. She stood naked in the wreckage, chest rising and falling, hair clinging damp to her shoulders, her eyes still glowing faintly with silver light. What in the hells are you doing? she demanded, voice low and sharp as a de. Lana gasped, rushing to her side, she quickly put a cloak on Freya with panic and outrage tangling together.Do you have a death wish? They couldve torn you apart! Her scolding rang loud, but her trembling hands betrayed her fearCand her care. Guards surged forward, stripping off coats and cloaks, wrapping the two alphas hastily. Then Freya looked straight at them. If I didnt know I could stop them, I wouldnt have entered the fight, she said coolly, her voice carrying the same dominance that had cowed their wolves. Even if they hadnt pulled back, I wouldve managed. Still, Lana hissed, eyes shining. Whatever happens, your safetyes first. Always. Freya inclined her head. I know. Then she cut her gaze back to the two men, voice hard. Now. Why were you fighting? They- Lana began, but Kades rough voice cut across her. His chest still heaved, his wolf barely leashed, but he forced words past his teeth. I heard the Irond Alpha was skilled, he said tly. I merely wished to test him. Test? Freyas silver eyes narrowed, suspicion glinting sharp as fangs. Kades gaze flickered, betraying unease. He swallowed hard, then tried to redirect, Where are you headed, Freya? Ill escort you. Shes with me, Ss said at once, his tone carrying the weight ofmand. Shell return to my estate. Kade stiffened, fury radiating from him in waves. Freya didnt falter. Yes. I serve as Alpha Whitmors protector now. Ill remain at his estate. The words made Kades jaw clench tight, his wolf pacing beneath his skin. Ill remain in the Capital for a few more days. If you have time call me. There are things I must say to you. Things unsaid. I will, she answered softly, then turned and allowed Sss men to guide her into the waiting car, her borrowed cloak trailing behind her. As the vehicle pulled away, Kade stood rigid, wolf still straining within him. His gaze burned on the retreating taillights, chest tight with rage and dread. If Sss interest in Freya was a passing game, Kade could endure it. But if the Irond Alpha was serious. ? ?? 75%?? Finished The thought alone seared him. His mothers voice whispered through memory, a warning he had onceughed at: Never entangle with the Whitmor line. Madness runs in their blood. If they im something- or someoneCthey do not relent until death itself intervenes. He had once scoffed. You exaggerate, Mother. But now, with Freya wrapped in Sss cloak, Eleanors warning returned like prophecy. And he had no choice but to defy it. He would not lose Freya again. Inside the car, Ss finally spoke, his gaze fixed on the pale wolf now wrapped in his coat. You dont truly believe Kade and I were only testing each other, do you? No, Freya replied without hesitation. Then wont you ask the real reason? he pressed, voice low. If you wished to tell me, you would. My questions wont change your silence. Her voice was cool, unyielding. Then her eyes sharpened, cold fire burning there. But remember this, SsCdo not harm Kade. If you do, I wont forgive you. Sss lips curved faintly, dangerous and unreadable. His gaze caught hers like a snare. And if he harms me? Send Gifts 40 H Ascension 102 Third Persons POV Freya lifted her chin, her voice steady despite the tension thick in the air. 75% Finished Youve got so many guards around you. Do you really think Kade could bypass all of them just to harm you, Alpha Ss? Ss lowered his gaze,shes casting shadows over his sharp cheekbones. There were wounds that no bodyguard could ever shield a man fromCand he knew it too well. Then his voice cut through the silence, sudden and disarming. Do you dislike calling me by my name so much? Freya froze for a moment. Ss. She gave him what he wanted, whispering his name softly. Dont hurt Kade. I dont want to stand against you one day. Hisshes trembled, a strange bitterness curling faintly at the corner of his lips. Why did it feel like that? Was it because, against his will, he was beginning to care for her? Fine. I wont harm Kade, Ss murmured, his voice low, husky, his sharp wolfish eyes finally lifting to meet hers. Because I dont want to be your enemy. Just the thought of being on opposite sides with herCit unsettled him to the core. His instincts screamed. that if it ever happened, he would regret it for the rest of his life. The Capital Aurora was finally released from the holding cells. Waiting for her were Caelum, alongside his longCtime enfoer, Ryker. The moment Aurora stepped into the vehicle, Ryker clicked his tongue dramatically. Youve no idea what Caelums been like while you were in there. Running day and night, barely sleeping. If hardship reveals true loyalty, well this looks a lot like the real thing. Enough, Ryker, Caelum growled sharply. What? Feeling shy now? Ryker smirked before leaning forward. But seriously, Auroranding in the detention hallCdont tell me it wasnt Freya Thornes doing. Id bet she stirred up the Iron Fang Recon Unit, pushed them to file that report, just to crush you. Auroras eyes shed cold at the name. Her hatred for Freya burned hotter than ever. I despise people who scheme in the shadows. If she had a problem with me, she shouldve faced me directly. Instead, she used such vile tricks. Typical. 75% Finished Being detained was a stain on her record, one that would follow her no matter how clean she kept her wings. Even if she clung to her position as coCpilot, the dream of rising higher in the ranks was gone. Freya had destroyed her career. Rykers voice dripped with mockery. Freya? Please. Compared to you, shes nothing but a petty schemer. Using her parents martyrdom in the Ashbourne Legions Hall of Martyrs as leverage, twisting it to sabotage you. She actually thinks if she ruins you, Caelum will return to her? What a delusion. Ryker, enough! Caelums voice cracked like a whip. Ryker frowned, annoyed. Why are you still defending her? Youre divorced. Dont forget the press conference during the Lunar Severance PhaseChow much humiliation she threw on you in front of the packs. Caelums chest tightened. Humiliation? If anyone had caused disgrace, it had been himself. Freya isnt the kind of wolf who schemes and sabotages, Caelum said, his voice hoarse. Three years of marriage reyed in his mind, the memories sharper than ws. She had never once tried to entrap him. Never plotted. Never asked for more than what he already gave. And he had taken her devotion for granted. Youre actually defending her? Rykers voice rose in disbelief. Auroras expression faltered, unease creeping into her chest. In the past, Caelum never spared Freya a second thought. But now? Now he spoke of her as if No. That couldnt be. He couldnt possibly care for Freya Thorne again. Aurora told herself that, again and again. They stopped at a private dining hall Caelum had booked in advance. Inside the dimly lit chamber, Caelum shrugged off his Silverfang Pack uniform jacket,ying it casually aside. Then, his WolfComm buzzed. I need to take this, he said, picking it up as he strode out into the corridor. Aurora, alone in the room with Ryker, reached for Caelums jacket, intending to hang it properly. But as the fabric tilted, something small ttered onto the floor. Two simple, unadorned rings. Cheap in appearance, nothing like the treasures of an Alpha. Aurora blinked, picking them up. Since when did Caelum Grafton carry such things? The door burst open. Caelums expression darkened instantly as his sharp gaze locked onto the objects in Auroras hand. In a sh, he snatched them away, his grip near violent. Who told you to touch these? he snapped, his voice thunderous. $ 75% Finished Aurora stared at him, startled. They were just two shabby ringsCso why was he trembling with fury? Caelum, its only a pair of rings. They fell out when I lifted your jacket. Aurora just picked them up, Ryker interjected, scoffing. But Caelums eyes burned, his wolf raging inside him, as if those in rings were more precious than gold. Send Gifts Ascension 103 Third Persons POV Aurora let her voice soften, though the glint in her eyes betrayed her intent. My fault, she said with a feigned guilt. I only wanted to hang your jacket, Caelum but I ended up dropping these rings. They must mean something to you, dont they? 75% Finished The words sounded like an apology, but beneath them was curiosityCshe wanted to know why the Alpha of Silverfang Pack guarded them so fiercely. Caelum Grafton pressed his lips into a thin line, silent for a long moment. Important? Once, he had believed the rings were anything but. Cheap, symbolic tokens hed picked up in haste for a marriage that never truly mattered to him. During three years of mating under the Lunar Severance Phase, he had rarely looked at themChe had almost forgotten they existed. But after the separation he had found himself carrying them with him. His hand strayed to them unconsciously, fingers brushing their crude metal edges as if reassurancey there. He couldnt exin it himself. Theyre nothing important, he said atst, his tone uneasy. Ryker barked augh. If theyre nothing, then why snap like that? You nearly scared Aurora half to death. His gaze dropped, catching the glint of metal in Caelums hand. His brow furrowed. Wait a second these look familiar. AhCthats it. Those are the rings you bought when you and Freya Thorne were bound, arent they? The air shifted instantly, thick with tension. Auroras face paled, while Caelums fist curled tight, enclosing the two rings like a wolf shielding itsst scrap of prey. You cant be serious, Ryker eximed. Those are your mating rings? Caelum, youre already separated. Why the hell are you carrying that cursed relic around? Cursed. Caelums wolf bristled, his voice snapping like the crack of a whip. RykerCfriend or notCyou dont speak of them like that. Ryker lifted his hands, unbothered. What did I say wrong? Those rings are bad luck. You shouldve thrown them away long ago. What you should be thinking about now is what kind of rings youll give Aurora when the timees. Im not bound to Aurora, Caelum said tly. Ryker rolled his eyes. Say that in front of outsiders, fine. But here? Its just us three. You really want to embarrass her like that? Caelums expression flickered. He turned his head, eyes meeting Auroras. Aurora forced a small smile, though her knuckles whitened around the edge of the table. Its fine. Theyre 75% Finished his and Freyas rings. They were bound for three years. Its not strange he keeps them near, even now. And as for me and Caelum were just friends. Friends? Ryker scoffed. If you hadnt gone overseas, Freya would never have slithered in. Youre the one Caelum always carried in his heartCeveryone knew it. Aurorasshes fluttered, her gaze shimmering as she turned to Caelum. Is that true? Caelum opened his mouth and no answer came. Yes, once his heart had held only Aurora. When she returned from Bluemoons overseas training, he had done everything to show his gratitude for her saving his life. Yettely he found himself haunted by memories of those three years with Freya Thorne. The quiet devotion she gave without asking. The sharp sting of her words at the airportCthe words that made him wonder if perhaps his life had been saved not by Aurora, but by Freya, Caelum, Ryker prodded, impatient. Shes waiting for your answer. I His throat closed. He had no words. Auroras eyes glimmered. Then she dropped her gaze, ying the part of one who understood too much. Theres no need to rush. These things take time. But sometimes I wonder if I had never left, would we have lost those three years? Caelums voice cracked low. Aurora, Ive only juste through a separation. I I know. Her smile was tender, forgiving. I understand. The Airborne Wing granted me a long leave. Remember the Ashbourne ind project I mentioned? My mothers kin are part of the development council there. I can take you, introduce you to them. With their backing, SilverTech Forgeworks could secure far more than scraps. At the mention of business, the fog in Caelums chest cleared. His wolf straightened, senses sharpening. Aurora thank you. Theres no need for thanks between us, Aurora said warmly. She wanted him to see: whatever Freya Thorne could give, she could matchCand surpass. Freya was nothingpared to her. Caelums shoulders eased. The Ashbourne ind project was critical. He would secure it, whatever the cost. And Freya she was there, in Ashbourne as well. When he arrived, he would find her. He would demand to know why, in their final moments, she had spoken words that still wed at his chest every night. Send Gifts Ascension 104 Freyas POV ???75% Finished Afterying my parents to rest in the Ashbourne Legions Hall of Martyrs, the days blurred into a haze of duty and silence. Most of my time was spent shadowing Ss, fulfilling the role of protector that fate had thrown at me. But whenever I could, I slipped away to settle what remained of my parents holdings in Ashbourne. Lana had returned to The Capital with quiet resolve after the funeral. Yet Kade stayed behind, insisting that his presence would make things easier. He imed his training inw could help ifplications arose while I inherited my parents estates. If not, hed said with that unshakable confidence of his, I can always call in The Capitals bestwyers. I didnt doubt him. Kade had studiedw before the wolf in his blood led him into the Iron Fang Recon Unit. If not for the call of service, he mightve be a barrister instead of a soldier. His mothers kin still held deep roots among The Capitals most powerfulw firms. And the most ruthless attorney in the city- the one even Alphas whispered about was none other than Kades uncle. So I let him apany me. At the Ashbourne property registrar, I clutched the number slip, waiting for my turn. Our family had lived in The Capital for years, but those quarters were tied to the military. My parents true holdings remained here: two properties. One in the city itself, and an older ancestral house on the outskirts, in a small town beyond the river. The old ce would require another visit, more paperwork, another wound reopened. And with EricCmy brotherCstill listed as missing in action, everything had to fall under my name. My gaze dropped to the documents in my hand: the death certificates and the militarys official record of Erics disappearance. My thumb traced over the letters of his name, aching as if the paper itself could pulse with his scent. Youre thinking of your brother again, Kades voice broke through, low and steady. He had never met Eric -by the time he joined the unit, my brother was already gone. All hed ever seen were faded photographs. Yes, I murmured. My wolf stirred restlessly inside me. Ill find him. No matter how long it takes. And Ill help you, Kade said. I looked at him then, warmth rising in my chest despite the grief. If Eric knew I had a younger brother like you at my side, he wouldve been d. Hed have called you family., Kades jaw tightened, his eyes flickering dark. Brother. He used to wear that mask proudlyCused it to stay closer to me than anyone else. But now? I saw the storm gathering in his gaze. What if I dont want to be your brother? he said suddenly. I blinked, startled. What, you dont want Eric to see you as one? His voice dropped lower. The only person who could ever make me a brother is you. ? ??? 75% Finished Augh slipped past my lips, though it was brittle. Fine then. If you dont want the title, I wont force it on you. But his next words cut sharper. And you? Will you always only see me as your little brother? I studied him carefully. The boy I once teased was goneCthis man before me bore the weight of scars and war, the wolf in his blood fully awake. Not just a brother, I said softly. Youre myrade. My packmate in arms. Even now, after both of us had left the Recon Unit, I still thought of him that way. His gaze flickeredDhurt, longing, something untamed. Comrade. Brother. Labels he couldnt escape in my eyes. Then what about Ss Whitmor? Kade asked, his tone edged with something dangerous. I frowned. Why bring him up? I need to know what you think of him. My assignment is to protect him, I said simply. Only that? What else would it be? My voice sharpened. His lips pressed into a grim line. I could feel the tension in himCthe same unease Id caught since that night Ss had taken my hand, linking his pinky with mine in a promise too intimate for what it should have been. Kade had seen it. He hadnt forgotten. Do you like him? The words spilled from Kade, raw and unrestrained. I choked on my own breath, coughing, What nonsense are you talking about? In The Capital, half the unmated sheCwolves whisper Sss name, Kade pressed. That face, that power- it draws them in. And I worry youll be drawn in too. But Ss is not someone you can give your heart to. The Whitmors their blood carries a kind of madness. Theyre never truly whole. His words echoed in me as images rose unbidden: Sss back, scored with chaotic scars, the muffled growls that tore from his throat in the grip of nightmares. My heart clenched strangely. Every wolf bears scars from the life theyve lived, I said atst. My voice was steady, though my chest felt anything but. I dont believe Ss is broken. Just different. Send Gifts 40 Ascension 105 Freyas POV Kades voice cut the air like a w. ????75%u Finished Freya, thats because you havent heard the stories about him. If I told you what Ss Whitmor has done- I didnt let him finish. Stories arent truth. Rumors carry no scent. I trust what I see with my own eyes. Kades jaw tightened, but before he could argue again, his gaze shifted past me, over my shoulder. My wolf stirred, hackles rising. I turned, wary, and found Ss standing not far away, shadows clinging to him like they belonged there. I had no idea how long hed been thereCor how much hed heard. At that moment, the registrars system called my number. Saved by a machine. I rose, striding toward the counter, leaving both men behind to circle each other like wolves about to bare teeth. By the time I finished the property transfer, their tension thickened the air. What a coincidence, Kade said, voice clipped, when I returned. You here on business too, Whitmor? Sss mouth curved, but his eyes stayed t. Not a coincidence. I came to find Freya. The way he said my nameClow, certain made Kade bristle instantly. Freya? Kades brows snapped together. Who gave you the right to call her that? She did. Sss tone was ice. And it seems the young heir of the ckridges has a habit of whispering behind backs. You seem wellCversed in my soCcalled stories, Kade. Do you take pride in gossip? If warning Freya about you makes me a viin, then Ill wear the role dly, Kade snapped. His wolf surged through his voice, sharp with possessiveness. Id rather she hate me than see her fall for someone like you. Sss lips curved in something close to mockery. So thats itCyoure afraid she might want me. Kades nostrils red. Anger rolled off him, sharp and bitter. Then, strangely, heughedCa harsh sound. Freya is sunlight. Clear skies. She would never choose a man who lives in shadow. Dont forget, SsCI was raised amongwyers. My mothers kin. The ckridge family knows every hidden truth in The Capitals highborn circles. Every dirty secret. Including your Whitmore n. At that, Sss expression darkened, his eyes gleaming like an Alpha about to strike. He lifted a hand, his wolf pressing outward like a storm front, and for a heartbeat I thought he might wrap his fingers around Kades throat and end it right there. But thenChe stilled. A dangerous pause. If he touched Kade here, in public, with me watching he would lose me. Ss knew it. His wolf seethed, but his hand fell back to his side. His voice was low when he finally spoke. Shes not a woman who takes stock in rumors. Shed never believe your whispers. All youll earn is her mistrustCfor yourself. The two men stood there, eye to eye, Alpha against AlphaCinCtheCmaking, neither willing to bow. 13:17 Tue, Sep 2 I slipped between them, the air heavy with tension. Whats going on here? Nothing. Ss answered smoothly. Just a little conversation. Youre finished here? Yes. I nodded. Good. I need you toe with me. His voice left no room for refusal. Alright, I agreed. After all, for now, he was my assignmentCmy responsibility. ????75% Finished He gave me a nod toward the exit. I turned to Kade. Im sorryCId nned to buy you dinner after this. No matter, Kade said, his smile tight but his eyes burning. I can share a meal with you any time. Before I could react, he stepped forward, wrapping me in a strong, familiar embrace. The kind soldiers each other on the battlefield, a bond ofradesCinCarms. I returned it naturally, muscle memory from years in the Iron Fang Recon Unit, gave But even in that brief contact, I felt the shiftCKades wolf ring over my shoulder, challenging Ss with every beat of his heart.. When I pulled away, Sss jaw was locked tight, his lips drawn in a line so thin it could cut. We left together, sliding into his car. I buckled in, ncing sideways at him. So. What exactly do you need me to do? Tomorrow night, he said without preamble, theres a banquet. Youlle with me. I exhaled slowly. Fine. And now? His eyes flicked to me, dark as storm clouds. Now we find you something to wear. A dress? Ss, dresses arent made forbat. 7 N R Then well find one you can fight in. His words were final, his tone brooking no argument. I almostughed. A dress fit for blood and battle? Somehow, I suspected Ss Whitmor had just the kind of taste to find one. Send Gifts Ascension 106 Ss POV 75% Finished Freya turned away from me in the car, eyes fixed on the blur of streets through the window. I should have looked elsewhere, but I couldnt drag my gaze from her. I hadnt expected to overhear her exchange with Kade ckridge at the registry today. His words still rang in my earsCcalling the Whitmors mad, warning her that my bloodline was a nest of lunatics. He wasnt wrong. Thats what the packs whispered. Thats what the world believed. And yet She hadnt recoiled. She hadnt doubted me. Shed simply said: Rumors arent truth. I believe what I see, That was Freya Thorne. Too luminous, too unyielding. A woman who stood in sunlight without fear. Compared to her, I was every shadow people whispered I was. A creature too dark, too wrong, something that should be hidden away. The words left my mouth before I could leash them. You really dont want to know what they say about the Whitmors? Her answer was steady, unflinching. No. I dont care for rumors. And even if I didCwho can say which are true? Her refusal cut sharper than ws. Was she uninterested in the whispersCor simply uninterested in me? I pushed further. And if some of them were true? Her brow arched. What do you mean? # 64 40607 T 7 E 324 9 2 4 4 I held her gaze. They say every Whitmor is touched with madness. That even Im not right in the head. What if I told you that part is true? C Do you have a mental disease? she asked tly. Her reaction caught me off guard. No fear. No disgust. Just that clean, direct question. I had expected revulsion. Hesitation. But not this. No, I said. Then youre normal, she replied. Her voice was iron. People are different by nature. Others can say what they likeCits their problem. The only real madness would be you believing it yourself. Her words hit me harder than any challenge. Shed looked at me with the same clear gaze she always had- no greed, no fear, no calction. As if I were just a man. A lowugh escaped me, softer than I meant it to be. Youre right. If I decide Im not normal, then thats when I truly lose. Freya if you ever want to know the truth about me, or about the WhitmorsCyoue to me. Dont listen to anyone else. ? ???, 75% Finished She gave me one of those looks, sharp and unreadable, like she couldnt imagine why shed ever care to ask. She didnt answer, and I let the subject die. By the time we reached Ashbourne, the car rolled to a stop before an exclusive styling house. Staff were already waiting at the entrance, their scents rich with perfume and polish. Freya followed me inside, soon swept away by attendants who brought her to the fitting rooms. I sank onto a leather couch, flipping through the catalog of dresses they ced in my hands. Pages of painted women in glittering gowns. Beauty, polished and empty. I felt nothing. There had never been a shortage of women circling me, shing smiles, scenting for opportunity. Some thought my disinterest meant I desired men. The truth was simplerCI desired nothing. Until Freya Thorne. The memory burned behind my eyes: her crossbow pressed to my temple when we first crossed paths. Her wolfCscent cutting through the cold air. Since then, every encounter had fed something in me Id thought long dead. And it was no longer just interest. It was hunger. She wasnt striking in the way other women were. Novish beauty, no painted perfection. But the clean lines of her face carried the steel of a soldier, and her lean frame radiated a kind of strength that made my wolf restless. She was smaller than me by far, yet standing near her felt like standing near the only steady ground in a storm. The sound of footsteps made my head snap up. And thenCher. Freya stepped from the fitting room wearing a ck gown that fell to her ankles, slit high on one side. It was in, understated. Practical. But when my eyesnded on her, the world bled away. The fabric clung to her frame in all the right ways, the split shing glimpses of her long leg with every stride. She hadnt dressed to impressCand yet I couldnt look away. Her voice broke the spell. Ill wear this one for the banquet tomorrow. The gown swayed around her as she approached, revealing and concealing in equal measure. My wolf bristled, a growl low in my chest before I smothered it. Tomorrow night, every eye in the room would be on her. Every wolf would see what I saw now. Her leg, her strength, her light. My jaw tightened. The thought sat wrong in me, sharp as a de. Send Gifts 40 Ascension 107 Third Persons POV 75% Finished The word good had caught in Ss Whitmors throat. He forced it back down, his voice rougher than he intended when he spoke again. How about another dress instead? Another one? Freya blinked at him in surprise. He didnt answer at once, just flipped the catalog at his side and pulled out a pageCone featuring a gown that covered a woman from throat to ankle, concealing every line of her form. He held it out to her. This one. What do y think? Freya stared at him in silence. If she wore such a suffocating garment, she might as well let the damned fabric trip her to death in the middle of a fight. Is there something wrong with the one I picked? she asked, frowning. Nothing was wrong with it. The ck slit gown she had chosen suited her too well. And maybe that was the problem. The thought of other men seeing her that wayCcatching the strength and quiet fire in her beauty -sent something jagged through his chest. Ss fell silent, shaken by his own reaction. He had never cared what a woman wore before. Never given a damn about whether another wolfs eyes lingered on her. But now, with Freya, unease coiled through him like a snare. The fear that another man would look at her too long. That her eyes would linger elsewhere. That she might not look back at him at all. If theres nothing inappropriate about it, Freya said, her voice steady, then Ill wear what Ive chosen. She turned, ready to retreat into the fitting rooms. But his voice stopped her cold. Freya His tone was low, almost a growl. Seems I care about you more than I thought. She froze, ncing back in confusion. What? Nothing, Ss replied with a faint smile. It softened the hard edges of his face, though the truth of what hed confessed lingered like smoke between them. The following night, Freya apanied Ss to the banquet. It was hosted by the Ashbourne Trade Council, gathering government officials, tycoons, and the great names tied to the new ind development. The Whitmors had a direct stake in the project, so Sss invitation had been inevitable. Freyas arm was looped through his, steady andposed, as they moved among the elite of Ashbourne. Ss exchanged the usual pleasantries, but his wolf never stopped tracking the weight of her presence beside him. ? ? 75% Finished They were halfway toward the banquet halls center when a voice cut across the hum of conversation. A voice Freya hadnt heard in far too long. Freya! She stilled, pulse faltering. That voice Turning, she found herself faceCtoCface with Caelum, and by his side stood Aurora. You what are you doing here? Caelums expression darkened, gaze flicking between Freya and Ss with something that almost looked like disbelief. He had never seen her like this before. The simple ck gown should have been unremarkable, but on her, it carried an air of quietmand, a stark elegance touched with something rare and dangerous. Her hair was pinned high, exposing the long line of her throat and the proud, sharp beauty of her face. It stunned him. But the real blow came when he saw whose arm she held. Ss Whitmor. The Irond Alpha. She hade to Ashbourne to bury her parents ashesCyet here she was, beside Whitmor himself. A dark thought flickered through him. Had her cold resolve during their severance been because she had already chosen another? Because she had climbed toward a higher, stronger branch? His chest tightened with difort he couldnt name. Auroras sneer cut through the tension. So thats it. You cast off Caelum during the Lunar Severance Phase because you had a better prospect waiting. I thought you had spine, Thorne. I thought being the daughter of Ashbournes fallen warriors gave you some honor. But clearly, I was wrong. Youre nothing more than another wolf chasing power. The words hadnt finished leaving her mouth before the crack of flesh rang through the hall. Smack. Aurora staggered back, eyes wide in shock, her hand flying to her cheek. Ss Whitmor calmly folded away his handkerchief after wiping his fingers, his gaze sharp as a de. Seems the Bluemoon pup has quite the tongue on her, he drawled. Would you like to try again? The entire hall went still. Conversations died. Every head turned toward the scene. Aurora stood frozen, her pride warring with humiliation, while Caelum caught her arm, shielding her as he rounded on Ss. Alpha Whitmor, youve crossed the line! Even if she spoke out of turn, that doesnt give you the right to strike her in public! Oh? Sss brow arched, his tone dripping with mockery. So when this same sheCwolf tried to desecrate the Legions ashes at Ashbournes gatesCwhen she rallied guards to hound Freya Thorne while she carried her familys honorCyou thought that was eptable? And now you dare lecture me about lines? * 75% Finished Caelums face flushed hot, then pale, shame colliding with anger. The memory of that day at the airport gnawed at him still, a wound he had never managed to close. Send Gifts Ascension 108 Freyas POV If Caelum had stopped Aurora back then would things have spiraled this far? ? 75% Finished Auroras voice broke the hum of the banquet. Her cheek was already red from Sss first p, but she bit back the pain and spat venom. It was Freyas fault! If shed said her parents were honored dead, I would never have done it. I only wanted. to keep the ne safe! She set me up- Crack. The sound of another p echoed through the hall, sharp as a whip. Aurora reeled, and if Caelum hadnt caught her, she wouldve crashed to the floor. Alpha Ss! Caelums growl rattled in his chest. How dare you strike her again? But Ss didnt even nce at him. His eyesCcold, mercilessCpinned Aurora in ce. You think me a fool, little wolf? That I would believe such drivel? Her face burned, both cheeks swollen now, her pride bleeding out in front of the entire hall. I knew why shedeCdragging Caelum here to parade her usefulness before him. But instead of triumph, shed been humiliated twice by the Irond Alpha himself. Youre only shielding her, Aurora hissed, her voice trembling. I said nothing wrong! If I had known those ashes belonged to honored warriors, of course I would have respected them. But Freya hid it on purpose, just to trap me! My blood went cold, then hot with fury. I stepped forward. T So if they had been ordinary ashes, not warriors, you think you had the right to paw through them? She froze, her lips parting, but no words came. I let my voice cut through her like a de. Aurora, you love to ensnare othersCbut not everyone is as rotten as you. Her face twisted, shame and rage warring, and as the circle of eyes pressed closer, she bolted, shoving her way past the crowd. Caelum followed her quickly, shame written across his features. I turned back toward Ss. Thank you. He looked surprised. I thought youd me me forying hands on her. Im not so much of a saint. I know who stands at my side. Two months of knowing Ss, and hed defended me more fiercely than Caelum had in three years of marriage. My soCcalled mateCmy exCAlphaChadnt spoken a word when Aurora ndered me. The irony cut sharper than ws. ? ??? 75%? Finished The crowd soon dispersed, the air of spectacle fading. The banquet resumed as if nothing had happened. But I caught sight of familiar facesCThorne blood among the guests. Of course. The Stormveil Primals were one of Ashbournes old founding families, and major stakeholders in the ind project. Freya. My uncle Abel Thornes voice carried warmth as he greeted me. Uncle, I replied with a nod. Youre here as Whitmorspanion? he asked, curious. You and the Irond Alpha? Its business. I kept my voice firm. For now, my contract was simple: Id been ced bymand to guard him. Nothing more. Ss shot me a nce at that, unreadable, but said nothing. Freya, Id like a word in private. Abels eyes softened. I hesitated, ncing toward Ss. My task was his safety, and my instincts told me not to leave him exposed. Go, Ss murmured. The Coalitions security here is tight. Ill manage. I inclined my head. I wont be long. Abel led me to the balcony at the edge of the hall, the night air cool against my skin. Your greatCgrandfather, Ken Thorne his health falters, Abel said. My heart tightened. Whats wrong? Age, mostly. But after your parents interment at the Hall of Martyrs, hes been heavy with grief. He hasnt been the same since. Ill go to him as soon as I can, I promised. Abel nodded, then studied me more closely. And Freya if youve no stable work now, the Thorne Group always has a ce for you. You are thest of the Fifth Branch. The line must endure. There is still Eric, I said sharply. My brother lives. He is not gone. I will find him, and I will bring him. back to stand before our parents graves. Abels gaze deepened. I saw it thereCthe respect. Among our generation of Stormveil wolves, few carried the same fire in their eyes. Of course, he murmured. Yes. Eric must be alive. Then, after a pause, his voice dropped. And you and Alpha Ss is it truly just business? Send Gifts Ascension 109 Freyas POV 75% Finished For now, I said evenly. In three months, when this soCcalled protection duty ended, I would be free again. But Abel Thorne clearly misunderstood my words. Jocelyn and Alpha Ss share a bond deeper than you imagine. I dont want to see you cousins tearing each other apart for the same male. My jaw tightened. Whatever connection Jocelyn Thorne has with Ss Whitmor, it has nothing to do with me. Abels lips pressed thin, his eyes weighing me with that patriarchal caution all Stormveil wolves seemed to carry. Atst, he only managed, Ss is not a man to take lightly. His mind runs dark and deep. Dont let yourself fall too far to climb out. Once he left, I turned toward the balcony doors, intending to head back to Ss side. But before I could step past the threshold, he was already thereCCaelum, cutting across the moonlit terrace with that domineering presence that once made me both safe and caged. Freya, we need to talk. I froze, then fixed him with a cold, unflinching stare. Alpha Caelum, I corrected sharply. Between us, that familiar name no longer fits. Youll call me Freya Thorne. Something in my tone made his confidence falter. I saw it in the way his mouth pressed tight, the flicker of unease behind his silver eyes. Still, he steadied himself. I wanted to apologize, he said, voice low, as if confessing some forbidden weakness. I didnt know your parents died as martyrs of the Iron Fang Recon Unit. I thought they were just ordinary logistics. If I had known, I wouldve stood beside you when their ashes were returned to Ashbourne. I wouldve stopped Aurora at the WolfPort gates that day. His words only carved the ice deeper in my chest. So thats it? My voice was razorCsharp. If they hadnt been martyrs, if theyd simply been ordinary wolves. who gave their livesCthen it wouldve been fine for you to ignore me? To let Aurora humiliate me in front of half the Capital? His lips parted, but no answer came. Enough. I moved to leave, but he blocked my path in an instant, his scent heavy with storm and steel. Tell me, Freya, he demanded, his voice edged with something desperate. At the airfield, you said those wordsCabout dragging me from the river, about pulling me out while I was bleeding from eight wounds. What did you mean? How could you possibly know that? His gaze locked onto mine, unyielding. I raised my chin, meeting that piercing look without flinching. ????, 75%^ Finished What, am I not allowed to call you out for what you are? If I hadnt pulled you out of that river that night, Caelum, youd be nothing but a ghost still drifting beneath the current. His expression shifted, shadows hardening across his face. Where did you hear that? he snapped. That fall into the ckwater was buried. No one beyond the Silverfang Council knows. Youre saying this to make me believe you were my savior? To manipte my guilt? The breath caught in my throat. I hadnt expected that. Of all the sins he could carry, I never thought he would twist this into an usationCthat I would fabricate a rescue. If Id ever wanted to bind him with debt, I could have spoken of it years ago. I didnt. I never intended to chain him with gratitude. It was only that Auroras cruelty at the WolfPort burned me so raw I let the truth slip out. And nowChe looked at me as if I were nothing more than a schemer. You think I lied? A bitterugh broke from my lips. Caelums brows drew low. Who else could it be? Aurora was there. She told me. You- He stopped, but his eyes revealed everything. He wanted me to admit it. He wanted me to nod, to say yes, it was a lie. To let him walk away clean. Caelum My voice dropped, sharp as a de across the throat. You dont want your savior to be me, do you? For a heartbeat, guilt shed in his face, quickly smothered by that Alphas mask of pride. I only want the truth. The truth? Myugh was hollow. What you mean is, you want me to take it all back. To im I never pulled your halfCdead body from the current, never bound your wounds, never watched your eyes close and prayed youd live. That way, when our threeCyear bond ended in the Lunar Severance Phase, you could look at me with no guilt at all. His silence told me I had struck home. Too bad, I whispered, stepping past him, eyes colder than the night wind. I never wanted your guilt. Not then, not now. Your guilt is worth less than ash to me. Something flickered in his expressionCpain, anger, confusion. His hand trembled at his side, as if he wanted to seize me, shake me, force me to take it back. But he didnt. Instead, his voice broke with restrained fury. So thats it? You expect me to believe you? That you were the one who dragged me from the river? Dont delude yourself, Freya. My savior was Aurora. It has always been her. And with that, I realized: worse than his forgetfulness, worse than his betrayal, was this- That even faced with truth, Caelum Grafton would choose a lie morefortable to him. Ascension 110 Freyas POV 75% Finished I came to ask you for one thing, Freya. Caelum Graftons voice was low, but beneath it pulsed the authority of an Alpha used to obedience. His silverCgray eyes locked on mine, demanding an answer. The truth. I only want the truth from your lips. Stop twisting something as sacred as a lifeCdebt into a weapon. The words stung, but I didnt let it show. Instead, I tilted my head, narrowing my gaze. My wolf stirred uneasily under my skin, ws scratching against bone. Youre saying the one who pulled you out of the ckwater River was Aurora? His jaw tightened. Yes. it The single syble hit harder than a strike. He delivered it with certainty, without hesitation, as though the truth had always belonged to her. Caelums eyes flickered, his shoulders straight with conviction. You didnt expect that, did you? Ive known all along who saved me. Aurora was the one who pulled me out. So dont degrade yourself further with these ridiculous lies. Lies. He dared to call it that. Augh burst from my chest, harsh and hollow. It spilled out of me uncontrobly, cutting through the night air. Ridiculous? Lies? Oh, Caelum tell me, which of us is the fool here? Because I remembered every moment. The cold ws of the river dragging us both under. The metallic tang of blood clouding the water. 44 7 A The desperate fight to keep his halfCdead weight afloat while waves tried to break me apart. The hours afterward, when I had to bind wounds with shaking hands, praying hed breathe again. And now, the wolf I saved called me a liar. The balcony door creaked, and another voice cut through like a de. How shameless you are, Freya Thorne. To im someone elses deedCsomeone elses bondCas your own. I never thought you could fall this low. I turned sharply. Standing just inside the moonlight was Jocelyn Thorne, my ohCsoCperfect cousin from the Metropolitan Pack, first branch of Stormveil. At her side, with her cheek still swollen from Ss earlier strike, was Aurora. They arrived together, circling like vultures, feeding off each others venom. My eyes didnt linger on Jocelyn. She was a fly buzzing against ss. Instead, my focus burned into Aurora. So it was you. Youre the one who told him the lieCthat you were the one who saved him in the river. Auroras lips parted, but she didnt flinch. She had prepared herself for this, I could see it in the steadiness of her gaze. She must have known the moment she followed Caelum here that shed be confronted. Her wolf bristled under her skin, posturing, as if daring me to challenge her. ? . 75%# Finished I didnt have to tell him, she replied coolly. Caelum and others saw it with their own eyes. I dragged him from the water, stayed with him as the medics carried him into the ambnce, followed him to the clinic. and visited him while he healed. Thats the truth. Everyone knows it. Half of that was true, and she knew it. Thats what made the lie so dangerousCit was wrapped in reality. scraps of I stepped closer, my eyes narrowing to slits. My wolf surged forward, my aura pressing against hers. I asked you a simple question, Aurora. Were you the one who pulled him from the rivers jaws? For a moment, her mask cracked. Her pupils dted, her scent spiked with unease. I could feel her heartbeat elerate even across the short distance. She hadnt expected me to push back this directly. Or was it me? My voice sharpened, cutting the air like a w. Before Aurora could answer, Jocelyn cut in, her tone dripping with mockery. Why are you pressing her like this? What, if Aurora wasnt the one, you expect us to believe you saved him? I turned my re on Jocelyn. I wasnt speaking to you. My words were ice, sharp enough to still her smirk for half a breath. Stay out of what doesnt concern you. It does concern me, she snapped back, lifting her chin in defiance. Aurora is family. Her mother carries the Thorne bloodline. Shes my cousinCmy elder cousin. And Ill defend her. That revtion struck me like a p. Her mother was ThorneCborn? Jocelyns smirk returned, crueler now that shed drawn blood. Thats right. Auroras mother is a Thorne by blood, just as your father was. Which makes Aurora your kin, Freya. The words tasted bitter. Fate had a twisted way of binding us, threading our bloodlines together whether I wished it or not. Jocelyn stepped closer, her gaze dripping disdain. I could see the satisfaction lighting her eyes as she continued. Do you know what she told me? That youve already been through the Lunar Severance Phase. Youre divorced. A discarded sheCwolf. Tell me, cousin, is this why you cling to Caelum still? Fabricating tales to crawl your way back to him? Herugh grated, and Aurora joined in, her voice deceptively sweet. Freya, you and Caelum are finished. Why waste your dignity? Do you think if you convince him you were his savior, hell take you back? That hell feel so guilty hell grovel for forgiveness? Their words pressed in, suffocating, sharp as teeth at my throat. I turned back to Caelum. So this is what you believe? My voice was steady, but the rage in my chest burned hot enough to sear bone. That she saved you? His eyes wavered, just for a moment, uncertainty shing like lightning behind storm clouds. But then Auroras hand brushed his sleeve, her eyes pleading silently for his faith. And as alwaysCalwaysChe chose her. I believe her, Caelum said. His voice was firm, but his scent betrayed the crack in his conviction. 213 Of course. When given a choice, he had never chosen me. 75% Finished My wolf snarled inside me, grief and fury colliding. But I forced my voice to stay even,ced with venom. Caelum Grafton. Look at her. Look at Aurora. I stepped closer, eyes locked on his. Do you really believe she has the strength to haul your halfCdead body out of a raging river? Against waves that nearly dragged me under even as I fought with every breath I had? Images surged through meCthe endless ck current, his blood clouding the water, my own lungs screaming for air as I clung to him with teeth and ws, refusing to let go. You think she could have done that? My voice rose, fierce enough that even Jocelyn flinched. She couldnt havested two minutes in that current. Do you really believe Auroras dainty hands bore your weight while eight des had already torn you apart? Silence crashed over us like a breaking wave. The night wind howled through the terrace, carrying the tension with it. Caelums gaze hardened, but I saw the flicker in his eyesCthe doubt he fought to suppress. But instead of admitting it, he clung tighter to the lie. And in that moment, I realized: it wasnt that he truly believed Auroras story. It was that he couldnt stomach the truth being mine. Send Gifts 1 Ascension 111 Freyas POV Finished I never believed for a second that AuroraCslender, pampered daughter of Bluemoons BetaCcould have hauled Caelum Grafton from the jaws of the ckwater. The thought alone was absurd. The river that night had raged like a beast unleashed. Even I, trained under Iron Fang Recon, nearly drowned dragging him from its grip. My lungs had burned, my muscles screamed, and my wolf had wed through me with fury and desperation to keep him afloat. Aurora? She wouldnt havested a heartbeat. But Caelum stiffened when I said it aloud, and Auroras face paled before darkening with offense. Jocelyn Thorne pounced like a viper on blood. Whats that supposed to mean, Freya? That only you are worthy of saving him? That no one else has the right? Her voice rose, deliberately pitched to carry across the ballroom. Courage saves lives, not just strength. Dont think we dont see what this isCyou want him back, and so youre spitting poison on Aurora! The air shifted; wolves ears turned, eyes flicked toward us. Jocelyn had achieved what she wanted: attention. Humiliation, served hot and loud, for me alone, I could feel the weight of dozens of gazes. All the packs who mattered in Ashbourne had their alphas and dignitaries gathered here tonight. Officials from the Capital, industrial barons,manders from Halston Combat Academy. And Jocelyn was feeding them a story meant to brand me as desperate, petty, pathetic. Auroras voice followed swiftly, smooth but sharp. Freya, if you regret leaving Caelum during the Lunar Severance Phase, you should say it openly. But to use such cheap tricks it demeans you. Cheap tricks? My lips curled, my wolfs snarl bleeding through my tone. Tell me, AuroraCbetween us, who is the real trickster here? Her nostrils red, but she pressed forward, emboldened by Jocelyns support. If you saved him, Freya, then why werent you there afterward? Why did no one see you at the riverbank, or the ambnce, or the clinic? Where were you? I bit the inside of my cheek until I tasted copper. Because I had been called away. Because duty doesnt wait. The Iron Fang Recon Unit had deployed me within the hourCanother mission, another threat that needed blood and steel. But before I left, I had dragged him out of the water with every ounce of strength I had left. I had called WolfComm, begged for the medics to hurry, and pressed a strangerCa passerbyCto stay by his side until help arrived. That stranger was faceless now, gone to the wind. The medics records from that night, long erased. I had no proof left to offer. Not that proof mattered anymore. I exhaled slowly, keeping my voice t. Aurora, a stolen bond will never be yours. You can wrap it in silk, parade it in front of every Alpha here tonight, but it wont make it true. Pray that when Caelum faces death again, youre not the one standing beside him. Because then, the lie will end. Auroras face twisted, fury cracking the mask of herposure. So you just walk away? she snapped. You smear me, then think you can leave without a word of apology? Apology? I let out a bitterugh. And what exactly should I apologize for? For calling me a liar, she spat. Her voice rang louder now, each syble meant to bind Caelum tighter to her side. For trying to strip me of whats mine. My wolf surged, hungry for blood. I stepped closer, my voice low but lethal. Aurora, are you asking to be thrown beneath my boots again? Her face zed crimson. The memory still burned in herCthe airport, the crowd, the moment I had ground her pride into dust beneath my heel. She would never forgive it, never forget. Enough! Caelums voice cut across us, hard andmanding. He stepped forward, Alpha aura pulsing like a whip. Freya, you nder her, and you owe her an apology. I didnt even look at him. And who are you to demand such a thing from me? His scent falteredChesitation, confusion. For a moment he seemed struck dumb. Of course. He had no im on me now. We 6.05 AM were broken, bound no longer. I was not his mate, not his wife, not his anything. Finished He swallowed, trying to recover. I only want you to be honest. Your father, Arthur Thorne, died a hero in the Legions Hall of Martyrs. Your mother, Myra, gave her life in Stormveils service. Do you think they would want their daughter remembered as a liar-? The words hadnt even left his mouth before rage detonated insid
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My handshed out, faster than thought. The crack of flesh against flesh silenced the entire hall. His head jerked sideways under the force of my strike. You do not speak their names. My voice was ice, sharp enough to freeze bone. My wolf wed at my throat, snarling. My parents. My honor. My truth. None of these are yours to touch. Caelums eyes widened, shock stered across his face. He had never expected me to strike him. Never thought Id bare my teeth and ws against him, not after all the years I had bent and yielded. Auroras eyes zed with outrage. You hit him? How dare you! Ill call the enforcers. You wont escape this time, Freya- youll rot in the cells of Ashbourne, with every wolf in the Capital hearing of your shame! The words dripped with venom. She hadnt forgotten the days Id forced her into custody, the stain of a criminal record that still marred her. Now she sought her revenge. But before the room could erupt, another voice slid through the tension like a de of steel. Enough, said Ss Whitmor. He strode forward, the Irond Alpha himself, his presence suffocating, his aura a storm that swallowed the hall. His gaze cut straight through Aurora and Caelum, reducing them to silence. So what if she struck you? Sss tone was calm, cold. Which crime weighs heavier, Caelum? A pCor spitting on the memory of Legion dead and Stormveil bloodline? Auroras face drained of color. Even Caelum flinched. Ss smiled faintly, without warmth. And as for you, Aurora I already struck you twice tonight, did I not? Shall I escort you to the enforcers myself? Perhaps theyd like to know how Bluemoons shining pilot finds herself at odds with Ironds Alpha. The hall stilled, heavy with unspoken truth. No one, not even Silverfang, dared challenge Ss Whitmor openly. To call the enforcers down upon him would be to dere war, and there were few in Ashbourne reckless enough to try. Caelums mouth opened, then closed. His eyes darted between me, Aurora, and Ss. This must be a misunderstanding, he said finally, voice strained. Lets not make it bigger than it is. But Jocelyn wasnt done. Her lips curled, and I could feel her triumph burning hotter than wildfire. She had drawn blood tonight, and she wouldnt let the wound close. She would make sure every Alpha, every dignitary here, walked away believing I was desperate, dishonest, dangerous. The war in this hall had only just begun. A Warrior Lunas Awakening Ascension 112 Freyas POV 0 0 Finished Ss, Jocelyns voice rang out sweet as venom, her eyes glinting behind her sses, did you know Freya was once married? That Alpha Grafton hereCyes, this very CaelumCis her exChusband. She must have thought Ss Whitmor ignorant, that this revtion would snap his interest like a twig. But Ss didnt even flinch. His tone was as mild as an Alpha lounging on his throne. And what of it? I was there when their Lunar Severance Phase was made public. I watched their press conference. The hall fell into a hush. Jocelyn froze. She had expected gasps, condemnationCat the very least, surprise. Instead, Ss had known all along. Her jaw stiffened, though the smile on her lips widened into something almost cruel. I could scent the sour tang of her jealousy beneath the perfume shed doused herself with. It clung to her like rot. How could a divorced sheCwolf still catch the Irond Alphas attention? To Jocelyn, the thought was intolerable. And then, like every Thorne who ever bore a dagger in the sleeve, she smiled sharper. Well, she purred, perhaps you know she still pines for her ex. That shes plotting a return to Caelums side. That she even pretended to be his saviorstole the title of the one who dragged him back from deathCjust to wring guilt from him and bind him again. I felt the room lean in. Hungry wolves, scenting blood. Sss voice was low, smooth, but the edge beneath it was steel. Is that so? Yes, its true! Jocelyn pressed on, the glimmer in her eyes gleeful. Fortunately Caelum already knows Aurora is his true rescuer. That left Freyas little n to crumble into dust. The Irond Alpha turned his head, his ck eyes finding mine. There was something about his stare that pinned me, like talons at my throat. Do you want him back? The words cracked across the hall like thunder. I dont, I said, steady as the oathCbonds of my bloodline. The moment I chose divorce, I buried the thought of reunion. There is no going back. But Jocelyn wasnt done. She sneered, turning to the crowd as though they were her jury. She lies. Of course she lies. What woman could release the title of Silverfang Alphas mate so easily? Caelum is young, wealthy, forged his empire with his own hands. That wealth, that powerCshe could never earn it in her lifetime, Of course she wants it back. Of course she clings. The murmurs started then, low whispers among the gathered packs and the Capital officials. They eyed me the way one might eye a wolf crawling for scraps at the edge of campfires. I could feel Jocelyns glee. She thought she had me pinned. She thought she had poisoned Sss view of me. He had no patience for wolves who begged for gold. Hed said so often enoughCthat greed was a weakness he had no use for. So she smirked, basking in her imagined victory. And then Sss voice came again, cutting the air clean. If it were coin she wanted, he said with a careless shrug, she could ask it of me. Why would she need Caelum Graftons scraps? What I hold in my hand is far greater than what SilverTech Forgeworks can offer. The hall stilled. Jocelyns mouth fell open, shock etched across her face. Even Auroras sharpposure faltered, and Caelums entire frame tensed like a wolf struck between the ribs. What what do you mean by that? Jocelyn stammered, her usual poise shattered. The words you heard, Ss replied smoothly. If she sought wealth, if she sought power, I would give it to her. And it would dwarf what Caelum can promise. Finished The ripple that passed through the ballroom was palpable. This was no idle defense. This was the Irond Alpha publicly offering meCme, Freya Thorne of Stormveils lesser branchCthe kind of choice no wolf expected. Choice. Freedom. His hand, turned upward instead of clenched into a fist. Wolves dont offer choices. Not Alphas like Ss. For a breath, even I stood shaken. Caelums face twisted, storm after storm ripping through him. Rage. Humiliation. Something far uglier that smelled of fear. Because in that moment, everyone could see it: that the mate he had discarded, the woman he had thought to leave diminished and desperate, now stood with an Alpha far greater and far darker at her side. Freya. His voice cracked out, too harsh, too desperate. We only just severed our bond, and now you run to another? To him? The tone of his voice, the pitchClike an using husband, not an ex. Like he still had im over me. I let a coldugh curl from my lips. We are divorced, Caelum. You chose the Lunar Severance. Who I stand with, who I share breath withCwhy should that matter to you? Shall I file reports of my movements to you, like some tethered sheCwolf? His mouth opened, then snapped shut. The words cut him, I could see it. But he pressed on anyway, grasping for ground. Its too soon, he muttered. Far too soon. And Ss of all people- Jealousy clung to him like smoke from a burnedCout forge. He hated that I looked anything but broken without him. Hated more that I stood taller. Freya, he tried again, his voice heavy now with false gravity, Whitmor is only showing you passing pity. Dont mistake it for something more. Then, sharper, he turned to Ss himself. Alpha Whitmor, she is an orphan. No legacy, no pack holdings. She is not like the women who orbit youCnobles, heiresses, wolves of rank. I ask you to let her be. Do not encourage illusions. Spare her, before she believes in something that cannot be. There it was. He thought hed offered me a lifeline. Thought hed marked me small before Ss, just another stray wolf grasping beyond her station. He thought Ss wouldugh, agree, dismiss me. He didnt see the insult for what it wasCnot to me, but to Ss himself. The Irond Alphas aura shifted, deep and dark as a winter storm. His eyes never left mine, but his voiceshed out to all. She requires nothing from me but what she chooses, he said. And if she wished it, she could have all. She owes no one- least of all youCexnations. The silence that followed was absolute. Caelum stiffened, but I saw the truth in his face. He felt itCthe power slipping, the humiliation burning into his marrow. For all his empire, for all his titles, here he wasCoutshone, outmatched, outdone. And Jocelyn, poor foolish Jocelyn, looked like she had just realized she had set fire to the very packChall she hoped to rule. As for me? I stood tall, my wolf pacing inside my skin, hungry, triumphant. For once, the choice was mine. And every wolf in the hall knew it. Send Gifts 98 B Ascension 113 Freyas POV Finished Aurora bit her lip. The faint scent of her unease drifted toward me even across the crowded hall. She didnt want to see me stand beside Ss Whitmor. NoCshe couldnt bear the thought. But Caelums words, the way he bristled every time Ss spoke of me, carved deeper lines into herposure. The Alpha of Silverfang might have broken our bond in the Lunar Severance Phase, but nowCnow, as Sss eyes lingered on meI could feel the storm building in him. And Aurora felt it too. Why, when our marriage was ashes, did Caelums attention burn hotter than ever? His jealousy was unmistakable. He was like a wolf unwilling to see prey taken by another pack, even prey he himself had abandoned. Auroras scent soured with doubt, though I could almost hear her mind whispering its own constions: He doesnt love her. He loves me. He only says friend because the time is not yet right. Once the storm of his divorce passes, he will im me in the open. But Sssughter broke across the hallClow, edged, predatory. Sympathy? His smile curved like the sh of a de. Caelum, it seems youve never understood Freya Thorne at all. The mocking warmth in his tone made my pulse catch. Sympathy? Who among them had the right to pity me? I was not some whimpering stray. Sss gaze flicked over me. For an instant, I saw beneath the Irond Alphas armorCthe truth that from the first, he had never intended to toy with me. At the beginning, perhaps, he had been intrigued by my refusal to abandon him when danger snapped its jaws. Hed thought to keep me close until the interest faded. But the longer I stayed, the stronger his focus became. Not fadingCtightening, burning, rooting deeper. His next words confirmed it. I am serious about her, Ss said, voice carrying through the vaulted hall. If she nods her head, I would take her to my side this very moment. Gasps rippled like wind over tall grass. Wolves whispered behind their hands, eyes shing, ears straining. My cousin Jocelyns face drained of color. Ss. what do you mean by that? You cant meanCyou would court her? Court? A flicker passed over hisshes, but I saw the hunger there. For Ss, courtship might not be enough. He wanted more. Needed more. Freya. My name fell from his lips with the force of amand. His gaze speared me, molten ck and absolute. If youre willing, from this moment forward, youll be mine. My partner. My mate in truth. The words rooted me to the floor. He couldnt mean it. Could he? His voice was cool, but husked at the edges, rougher than usualClike gravel dragged across stone. And the way he watched me every instinct in me quivered. He was dead serious. Or was this all a shield, a gesture to lift me above the scorn Jocelyn and Caelum had tried to drape over me? Jocelynsposure finally cracked. She stepped forward, her voice rising. She cant be your mate! She has nothing, no holdings, no name worth carrying. How could she ever stand at your side? Ss turned, his stare slicing into her. And you think you can? She jolted as though struck, then tilted her chin, clinging to her arrogance like armor. Yes. I am of the first branch of the Thornes, daughter of the Metropolitan line. I carry titles within the Stormveil holdings. I have rank, power, recognition. I am fil. More fit than her. Pride shone off her like ice catching light. In Ashbourne, in the Capital, she strutted as if the world itself bowed. She was the jewel of the Metropolitan packCline, raised high in boardrooms and halls of steel. And yet- 6:06 AM P Finished Sssugh this time was a scythe. Your ability? His eyes narrowed. If not for the Irond Coalitions favor propping you up, how much power would you wield, Jocelyn Thorne? Do you think scraps from my hand made you a wolf worthy of me? His words struck like ws raking her face. The color drained out of her until she stood pale, stiff, eyes wide. The truth was a spear through the crowd as well. Every wolf who knew her historyChow she had wed her way from bastardCchild obscurity into legitimacy only because of favors, trades, whispered bargainsCnow recalled it in sharp relief. Even the sacrifice she loved to parade, the one eye she had given for her rise, felt smaller in the shadow of Sss derision. Around us, wolves traded looks. Spection. Contempt. Jocelyns breath shuddered. And what of her? she snapped, pointing at me like venom. What does Freya Thorne have? Nothing! Her parents dead in the Hall of Martyrs, her line broken, no holdings but ashes. What can she give you, Ss? Dont forgetCI gave up my eye for you! Her words dripped with intent, trying to drag guilt into his gaze. But Ss didnt so much as blink. His ck eyes burned with the frost of the high peaks. I require nothing of her. Nothing. And if you ever again dare to belittle her in my presence, I will strip you of every pretension, tear you back down to what you once wereCa forgotten stray begging scraps at the Thornes hall doors. The temperatureseemed to plummet. His aura poured through the hall, pressing down on every wolf like the shadow of a cier. Even Jocelyn trembled, her bravado shattering under that weight. I stood silent, breath held, heart pounding. My wolf prowled beneath my skin, ears t, tail high, recognizing the dominance in Sss voiceCand the protection. For the first time in years, I was not the one being diminished, the one being stripped bare under others words. I was the one an Alpha had imed. Send Gifts Ascension 114 Freyas POV Finished Jocelyn Thornes face turned the color of ash, as though the blood had been ripped from her veins in one brutal moment. I could almost hear her heart stutter. He how could he treat her so? Her one eye, gleaming with that unnatural brightness she had paid so dearly for, narrowed with disbelief. She had sacrificed it for Ss Whitmor, or so she told herself, wearing that story like a badge of loyalty. But tonight, for meCfor my sakeChe had turned that cold edge of his de against her. I saw the bitterness swallow her whole, especially when the crowds stares shifted. Not admiration now. Not envy. Pity. Sympathetic, almost tender. Jocelyn ThorneCraised high on the pride of the Metropolitan branchCwas being pitied. And Jocelyn had never been one to stomach pity. She sucked in a breath, shoulders stiff, trying to hold on to somest shard of pride. What does she have, Ss? she demanded, voice sharp with venom. What about Freya Thorne makes her worth your protection? The wolves closest to us leaned in, hungry for the answer. Theyd seen Ss before: cold as iron, ruthless as winter itself. He was not one to extend a shield for free. Sss reply was soft, but it carried like thunder. Because she did not leave me behind. The words struck harder than any blow. Jocelyns face crumpled, gray and wasted. And then his hand found mine. His palm was warm, fingers rough with the strength of a warrior Alpha. The tether between us sparkedCdangerous, reckless. Come, he murmured. My throat caught. Still, I managed to answer, Alright. Because I wanted nothing more than to be anywhere but under Jocelyns re, anywhere but in the shadow of Caelums burning stare. We stepped away from the balcony. I did not look back, though I felt Jocelyns hatred bite into my skin like icy fangs. So it was because she once left him and I did not. That single choice had been a gulf she could never cross. Behind us, Auroras voice rose in sour mockery. Ss Whitmor speaks words of convenience. Freya is a fool if she believes them. Look at herCbarely freed from her Lunar Severance with Caelum, and already tangled with Ss. Marriage, bond, vowsCmere toys to her. She treats the sanctity of mating as a childs game. Caelum, thank the moon you severed herCnow she- But Auroras voice faltered, falling silent. Because Caelum Grafton wasnt listening. No. His eyes were still on me. Not Ss. Not the hand holding mine. On me. As though the Alpha of Silverfang had forgotten the entire room, forgotten Aurora wing for his arm, forgotten everything but the sight of me walking away. Auroras scent spiked bitter and sharp as she clung tighter to him. I felt the possessive edge in her grip even from across the hall. Caelum belongs to me. He will not go back to her. Her resolve was as clear as the storm in her blood. But his gazeChis gaze belonged to me. Ss led me out of the great hall and into the garden beyond. The night was hushed. Lanterns glowed low among climbing ivy. The air was cool, touched with the scent of leaves and blossoms. After the suffocating press of wolves insideCtheir eyes, their whispers, their judgmentCthe quiet was like water on parched skin. I drew in a breath. Why here? I asked. His hand loosened, though he didnt step back. Its quieter. 6:06 AM P Finished That was all. A simple answer, clipped and direct. Yet I felt as though he had carved this stillness out for me alone. That he had led me here not because he needed it, but because he knew I did. Warmth crept through my chest, confusing, dangerous. Thank you, I said softly. He turned his head, one brow raised. Thank me? Yes, I insisted. For speaking for me. ForCshielding me back there. I know you did it for my sake. Dont worry. I wont take your words to heart. I know you didnt mean them as they sounded. His lips curved in something that was not a smile. Which words, Freya? The promise of wealth? Or the vow that I would take you as mine, if only you gave me leave? Heat surged to my face. Both, I admitted. Whether it was sympathy or simple chivalry I understand. Im grateful. If one day you ever need me, Ss, Ill return the favor. He studied me then, gaze unyielding, dark as steel. You think me chivalrous? You think me sympathetic? His voice dropped lower. Freya Thorne, the Whitmors have never been a family of knights and rescuers. Irond blood runs coldCselfish, obsessive, merciless. Never chivalrous. His words cut, but not at me. They cut at himself. I have never pitied you, he murmured. His eyes glowed faint in thentern light. I have envied you. I blinked. Envied me? Yes. His tone softened, but it was raw. Envied your parents. That you had them. That they fought and fell with honor, and left you not with scars but with warmth in your memories. You carry them still. You can look back and feel loved. He exhaled, slow and bitter. I look back at mine, and feel nothing but hatred. The steel in his voice cracked, just a little, and for the first time I glimpsed not the Irond Alpha, but the boy who had grown in a house of venom. I envy you, Freya. And I respect themCthe ones who raised you. They made you who you His eyes stayed locked on mine. And my heart, traitor that it was, faltered. C are. How strange to hear him, Ss Whitmor, who had always stood untouchable, who could bend boardrooms and. battlegrounds alike to his willCconfess envy of me. I thought of my father, Arthur Thorne, and my mother Myra Brown. Of theirughter, their gentle chiding, the fleeting moments wed stolen between their duties to the Iron Fang Recon Unit. I thought of my brother Eric, who had shielded me in ways he never spoke of. Even when loss struck, even when I had stood before the Ashbourne Legions Hall of Martyrs, my memories had never been cold. They had been light. And I realizedCSs had never known such light. For a heartbeat, I wanted to reach for him. To tell him that envy was misced. That he was not bound by his fathers cruelty. That I- But the words caught in my throat. Because whatfort could I give to a man forged in iron and shadow? What could I say that would not sound like pityCthe one thing he imed never to give, and likely would never ept? So I stood there, fingers trembling where they brushed his hand, lost between silence and the thunder of my racing heart. 6.06 A Warrior Lunas Awakening Ascension 115 Freyas POV Finished For a moment, silence clung to us like frost. I weighed my words carefully before I spoke. If you choose to, then one day when you wed and sire children, you could give them what you were deniedCa true home, filled with warmth. The words had barely left me when I saw Ss Whitmors eyes flicker. Marriage. Children. He had never looked like a male who entertained such thoughts. The very mention of it seemed to gnaw at him, as though it scraped against old scars. I knew well enough why. He had spoken before of his father, of the venomous household that had birthed him. The Whitmore bond had been nothing but a farce of dominance and cruelty. To him, marriage was little more than a prison. And children? He had once snarled that he would never perpetuate such a cycle. But nowCnow he looked at me, and his voice came out rougher, startlingly raw. Then will you marry me, Freya? Bear my children? I froze, breath catching in my throat. My wolf surged inside me, startled, as though she hadnt expected to be dragged into such terrain. WhatCwhat did you just say? I coughed, nearly choking on the word itself. He repeated it without hesitation, without shame. Marriage. Children. Will you try it with me? His face was unreadable, his /tone almost maddeningly calm, as if he were asking me whether Id spar him at dawn. I dragged a hand over my brow, trying to steady the rush in my veins. Moon above, Sss mind leapt like lightning over ridges, and half the time, it left me stumbling to keep pace. I only just came through my Lunar Severance Phase, I said sharply. I have no intention of running headlong into another bond. And more than that- My voice dropped lower. I dont believe marriage and children are things one tries. Especially children. If you bring a life into this world, that life is your blood and your vow. It is not something you discard because you regret it. Wolves dont return pups to the womb. His gaze dipped,shes lowering, as though he were thinking through every syble I had spoken. For a breath, he seemed carved of stone. Enough, I muttered, straightening. We should head back to the hall. I turned before the strange weight of his stare could press me further, my boots crunching on the gravel path. But behind me, his voice rang out, low and sure. Freya. I halted. I meant what I said before Caelum Grafton. The name sent a sting through my gut, though I smothered it quickly. Sss voice grew steadier. All of it. If you want me, I am here. If you want anythingCwealth, protection, powerCI willy it at your feet. If you want me in truth, I will give you that too. The words pulled me back. I turned, meeting him where the moonlight fractured across his shoulders. The garden was hushed save for the restless whisper of vines and the heady perfume of flowers. Silver moonlight draped across his frame like frost. His features, cut with a cold beauty that most wolves feared to linger on, seemed softened by that glow. Yet his eyesCgods, his eyesCburned with something fierce, unyielding, and utterly foreign to the aloof Alpha I had known. The coldness of his stance only sharpened the fire of that gaze. It was like staring at a cier that concealed molten stone deep within. I realized, with a jolt, that he was utterly serious. That if I noddedCjust a tilt of my headCI would belong to Ss Whitmor. His mate in all but the Moons formal decree. His lover, his equal, his chosen. It was absurd. Reckless. Dangerous. And yet the thought struck me with a visceral power, as though my wolf strained against the leash to see what such a bond would feel like. 6.06 AM P P His lips parted, and his voice was hoarse, almost reverent. Do you want this, Freya? Do you want me? Finished I let the silence linger between us, let his question hang heavy as the moon. His eyes, sharp as a hawks, locked with mine. In their depths, I saw not only hunger but hopeCraw and naked. My chest tightened. For one dangerous breath, I wondered if I should surrender, just to see where fate might drag me. But no. My wolf stilled, steadied, and my answer rose like steel. I dont. His brows pinched, almost imperceptibly. Why? The word was brittle. Is it Caelum? Do you still love him? I shook my head, sharp. No. Caelum is ash in my heart. There is nothing left for him there. I refuse you, Ss, because I do not love you. Not now. And because the things I wantCpower, freedom, my own futureCI will seize with my own ws. I will not take them because a maleys them in myp. For a long moment, silence wed the air between us. His jaw worked, tight, his lips pressed into a thin line. And yet when my words sank inCI do not love youCI saw it. The flicker of something fragile in his gaze. A wound. Ss Whitmor, who had boasted that he needed no ones loveCnot even his parents, after their bond turned to venom looked, in that instant, like a wolf robbed of something he hadnt realized he craved. Thenter, he said suddenly, his voice low and strained. I blinked. Later? Yes. His eyes burned into mine. If not now what aboutter? The weight of his question struck deeper than the first. My lips parted, words forming, but before I could speak, he stepped closer, his scent curling around meCiron, smoke, the bite of winter steel. His hand rose, calloused fingertip pressing gently against my lips. You dont need to answer. His voice was husky, almost desperate beneath the veneer of calm. I dont want to hear the words unless they are the ones I crave. So keep them. Until youre ready. Or until I make you ready. I froze. The press of his finger was cool, but my lips burned beneath it, heat rushing like wildfire into my blood. My wolf stirred uneasily, ws scraping inside my chest, caught between recoil and longing. I had not expected this from himnot Ss, not the Irond Alpha who had always been the embodiment of restraint and ice. Yet here he was, breaking his own rules, demanding something more than respect, more than alliance. Something dangerously close to love. And as his touch lingered, I feared that one day, I might not be strong enough to say no. Send Gifts 10 Ascension 116 Caelums POV Aurora and I returned to the hotel suite. Finished Since leaving the banquet hall, I hadnt said a word. Silence clung to me like a second skin, and with every step I took, my chest grew heavier. Aurora noticed. Of course she did. Her voice broke the air, sharp with a note of frustration. Caelum, Freya Thorne is outrageous. Barely divorced, and already unting herself beside Ss Whitmor. Jocelyn told me shes been clinging to him ever since she set foot in Ashbourne. And these past few daysCtheyve been inseparable, as if shes desperate for the entire realm to know she has ties with the Irond Coalition. Her words hit me, though not in the way she expected. I bowed my head, staring at the floor, letting her tirade wash over me. My chest burned, but I kept my tongue still. Caelum? Auroras voice rose, impatient now. I startled. Ah? What what did you say? She bit her lip. Her pale blue eyes narrowed on me. Whats wrong with you? Youve been distant ever since the banquet /ended. Youre not even listening. Nothing, I said quickly. Im just tired. But even as I spoke, the words rang hollow. The truth pressed against the back of my throat, threatening to w its way out. Her next questionnded like a de. Youre thinking about Freya, arent you? I didnt answer. Couldnt. Aurora pressed on, relentless. Of course you are. You shared three years of a bond with her, even if it ended in the Lunar Severance Phase. I just never thought shed fall into another Alphas arms so quickly. I honestly believed she cared about you -at least a little. When I returned, I didnt want to intrude on your marriage. But clearly, I was wrong about her. Shes shameless. As she spoke, Aurora lifted her hands, cupping my face gently, forcing me to look into her eyes. Caelum, if it were me if I truly loved someone, I would never stray. My heart would belong to him alone. For life. Her gaze softened, and her eyelids fluttered closed. Slowly, deliberately, she leaned closer, her lips parting, drifting toward mine. My body tensed. A wolfs instinct surged inside me, warning and urging in equal measure. I knew what she was offering. If I eptedCif I let the kiss happenCour fates would be sealed. It would be the unspoken promise that we belonged to one another, that I was finally ready to let Freya go. And once, before the bond before Freya became my Luna, perhaps I would have kissed Aurora without hesitation. She had been a figure from my youth, a dream I never dared to im. Back then, her attention would have felt like a gift from the Moon Goddess herself. But now Now her face blurred, and all I could see in my mind was Freya. Her eyesCstormCgray, unflinching even when the world turned its back on her. Her voice, low and steady when she challenged me in the council chamber. Her scent, the one my wolf still recognized as home, even after the bond was severed. My chest ached. I turned away. Itste, Aurora. You should rest. Her eyes flew open, shock shing like lightning. What? 6.06 AM P Finished I My throat tightened. I forced the words out. Youre important to me. More than you know. But tonightCwere both exhausted. Go, get some sleep. Aurora froze. For a heartbeat, the mask slipped, and I saw the hurt in her expression. Then, just as quickly, she gathered herself. A brittle smile curved her lips. Youre right, she whispered. It iste. Were both tired. She left with measured steps, her gown swishing against the carpet. But the faint tremor in her voice betrayed her. The door shut softly behind her. Alone, I let out a ragged breath and pressed a hand over my face. My heart hammered like a war drum in my chest. What was wrong with me? Aurora had opened her heart, given me a chance to take what shed long wanted to offer. She was the daughter of the Bluemoon Beta, a skilled pilot of their Airborne Wing, respected and fearless. Any Alpha in the realm would have considered it an honor to stand at her side. And yet I had refused her. Because of Freya Because even nowCafter our bond was dissolved, after she chose Ss Whitmor, after she looked at me as though I were nothingCI still couldnt forget her. I remembered how she had walked beside me during our three years as mates, silent but steadfast, never demanding, neverining. And tonight, when I saw her with Ss, something inside me snapped. For the first time, I felt the pang of true regret. If I hadnt let her go If I hadnt agreed to the severance If I had fought harder. Would it be me standing at her side tonight? Would it be me she leaned on instead of Ss Whitmor? The thought burned. I shook my head violently, as if I could scatter it into ashes. No, I muttered under my breath. I cant think like that. I cant regret. Aurora had saved my life once. I owed her more than gratitude. She deserved loyalty, devotion, rpense for what she had risked. She was the one I should give my heart to now, not FreyaCthe woman who had left me. Yes. That was what I needed to remember. Still, even as I whispered the words, a hollow ache lingered in my chest. The truth I didnt want to admit whispered back to me, a voice I couldnt silence: Caelum, you are lying to yourself. I clenched my fists. Freya, I dont regret, I said aloud, the words spilling into the quiet of the room, meant for no ears but my own. But even as I spoke them, my wolf stirred uneasily within me. Because deep down, I knew it wasnt true. Ascension 117 Freyas POV Finished I was dragged out of sleep by the sharp trill of my WolfComm. The glowing screen nearly blinded me in the early dawn haze. I groaned and fumbled for it, only to hear Lanas voice explode through the receiver. Freya, are you kidding me? Youre with Alpha Ss, and you didnt tell me? My eyes cracked open. What? My voice rasped, still halfCasleep. Since when am I with Ss? Dont y dumb! she shrieked. Last night, at the banquetChe confessed to you in front of the entire Ashboon delegation Its all over the feeds. Youre trending! That jolted me awake. I sat up, tangled in the hotel sheets, and swiped across my WolfComm to check. Sure enough, the top headline zed red: SHOCKING: Alpha of Irond Coalition Linked to Divorced Woman of the Stormveil Pack And beneath itCpictures. Me and Ss, frozen in a thousand camera shes. One shot caught the exact moment his cold, steelCgray eyes softened as he looked at me. A tenderness there that no one had ever seen before, not from the infamous Irond Alpha. I cursed under my breath. No wonder thements were feral. Thats Whitmor? The coldest Alpha in The Capital? No way he actually cares about her. Shes just a divorced sheCwolf, what could he possibly see in her? If he looked at me like that, Id throw myself into his arms this second. Moon above, those eyes. one flicker of warmth from a man like him is enough to destroy you. I scrolled, heat creeping up my neck. Ss Whitmor, the Ironds stoneChearted Alpha, was being dissected like some forbidden fruitand I was standing in the middle of the storm. Lanas voice bellowed again from the phone, snapping me out of my thoughts. Well? Are you together or not? No, I said tly. Of course not. Do you think Im the kind of wolf who leaps into anothers arms the moment a bond is severed? Lana scoffed. Youre not seriously still hung up on Caelum Grafton, are you? That bastard Im not, I cut her off quickly. But that doesnt mean Im going to start dating Ss. Youre insane. She huffed. Ss Whitmor just confessed to you in front of half the realm. Hes been voted the most desirable Alpha in The CapitalCwomen literally dream of conquering him. And youre telling me you didnt even feel a spark? Her words echoed too loudly through the speaker. I cringed and nced at the walls. Damn itCId left it on loudspeaker. The entire room was echoing with her ridiculous im. Most desirable Alpha to conquer? What kind of ridiculous magazine put that on print? And yet my lips tingled faintly, unbidden. As if they remembered the heat of his hand when hed brushed against mest night. My skin still carried the ghost of his touch. No, I muttered, a little too quickly. Definitely not. But even to myself, it didnt sound convincing. When Lana finally let me go, I tossed the WolfComm aside and stumbled into the shower, trying to wash away the lingering warmth I refused to name. By the time I made it downstairs, Ss was already waiting in the dining room. Of course he was. Impably dressed, posture rigid, eyes cool as winter steel. The Alpha of the Irond never looked anything less than carved from iron. 606 AM P P Finished 1 sat, poured myself a bowl of congee, and tried to ignore the weight of his gaze. But thenChis voice cut through the silence. Tell me, he said, tone calm but deadly direct, do I not stir in you the desire to conquer me? I nearly choked. The spoon froze halfway to my lips. The porridge suddenly tasted like sand. What did you just say? He repeated it without shame. Do I not make you want to conquer me? My jaw dropped. My gaze shot to Wren, his everCstoic secretary, who stood nearby holding a data pad. The poor mans eyes bulged like a startled pup. Ss Whitmor. The Irond Alpha. Asking if I wanted to conquer him. Moon above, had the world gone mad? You I sputtered. You overheard my call this morning, didnt you? His answer was matterCofCfact. Your friends voice carries. I was in the next suite. It was impossible not to hear. Lanas thunderous voice. I cursed her again silently. And? he pressed. Am I so unappealing that I fail to stir even a flicker of desire in you? I stared at him. Ss Whitmor was infuriating. Objectively, he was beautifulCevery line of his face, every taut line of his body radiated dominance. His presence alone could make lesser wolves drop to their knees. But I wasnt going to feed his ego. Youre attractive, I admitted carefully, but I prefer lighthearted men. Warm, humorous. The yful type. Theplete opposite of him. He lowered hisshes, expression unreadable. I see. I thought that was the end of it. But his silence carried weight, and behind his eyes something unreadable flickered. Today, I said quickly, changing the subject, I need to go to my familys hall. Ken Thorne hasnt been well. I want to visit him. Ill be gone most of the day. Ill drive you, he offered immediately. No need. Ill take a cab. Very well, he said smoothly. I finished my meal faster than usual, eager to escape the heavy atmosphere. As I left, I felt his eyes on me, burning holes into my back until I disappeared through the lobby doors. Behind me, I could almost hear him speakClow, frustrated, butced with a longing hed never admit openly. How do I get closer to her? Wren murmured something in reply, but I didnt catch it. The Stormveil Packs ancestral estate loomed before me by midday. Ken Thorne sat in his armchair, his onceCmighty frame diminished with age, though his spirit still clung stubbornly to life. Grandfather, I said softly, kneeling beside him. How are you feeling? He smiled faintly, eyes glinting. Dont you worry about me, child. The bones of an old wolf dont break so easily. But I hear whispers youve no intention of joining the Thorne enterprises? His voice carried both curiosity and disappointment, and my heart clenched. The weight of family, of legacy, pressed against J 697 AM P P me Finished I bowed my head. The truthy heavy on my tongue, but I wasnt sure I could give him the answer he wanted to hear. Send Gifts 98 Ascension 118 Freyas POV Finished I didnt n to linger in Ashbourne. The city was too small to hold a wolf like me, and its streets felt more like cages than paths. I wont stay in Ashbourne for long, I told Grandfather Ken as I looked out across the estates manicured grounds. He sighed softly, a wistful sound that carried decades of pride and worry. Small towns, small citiesCthey could never contain a Thorne, not me, not my brother. So where will you go next? Grandfather asked, his voice calm but probing, like a predator testing the wind. Ill return to The Capital, I said. My friend Lana has apany there. Ill join her team. And I need to keep searching for Eric. The borders are vast, but I wont stop until I find him. Kens sharp eyes softened, but his concern lingered. Thats wise, Freya. But remember toe back and see your old Grandfather every now and then. Of course, I promised. Then, after a pause, his gaze sharpened with curiosity. And what about Alpha Ss? Is this. serious? I froze, blinking at him. Even now, he had the instincts of a wolf Alpha. He could sense the undercurrents, the unspoken tension that humans would dismiss as trivial. I saw the headlines this morning, Freya, he said softly. I want to know the truth. That WolfComm frenzyis it real? I shook my head firmly. Grandfather, Ss and I we only have a professional rtionship. Nothing more. Thats all. Kens expression softened, yet remainedyered with wisdom and a hint of amusement. Good. And just so you know even if you were to pursue a mate in the future, choose carefully. Our Freya may have divorced, but she deserves the finest Alpha -or any wolf who dares to court her. I smiled faintly. These things are left to fate for now. Im not seeking a mate. Ken nodded, approving. Good. No rush. And if one day you do develop feelings for Ss it wont matter. No need to concern yourself with Jocelyn or the pack gossip. Thats only the wishful thinking of some, nothing more. I let out a small breath, diverting the conversation to other family matters. We spoke at length, until I sensed his energy waning and realized it was time to leave. Stepping outside the gates of the Thorne estate, the morning sun glinting off the stone walls, I froze. Caelum and Aurora were stepping out of a sleek SilverTech vehicle, and my nostrils red instinctively. The scent of their pack dominance mingled sharply with the morning air. Auroras amber eyes snapped toward me, her expression hard as iron. Freya, what are you doing here? she demanded, her voice trembling with the threat of territorial challenge. I smirked, letting a faint growl escape my throat. Im a Thorne, Aurora. I think I have as much right to be here as anyone. Her face hardened, lips curling into a sneer. So now that you have Ss Whitmor as your anchor, you feel you can act without respect? Just divorced, and already wrapped up in another Alphas arms. Youre reckless with your affections. I tilted my head, letting the sun catch the edge of my fangs in a subtle glint. Reckless? Hah. At least Im not trying to seduce another wolf while hes still married. Auroras snarl turned into fury. Who are you calling- Caelum gave you five million in jewelry during your marriage, I interrupted coldly, letting each word strike like ws. If that doesnt make you a secondary, then what? The ne on your neck now its one of them. When I return to The Capital, Ill call mywyer. Lets see if you still get to keep them. Caelums eyes flickered uneasily, and Auroras chest heaved, but she didnt move. Finished Youre overstepping, Caelum said finally, his deep voice steady but threaded with tension. The divorce is between us. Freya. Ive already exinedCAurora saved my life. If you think therespensation due, Ill make it right someday. Iughed, low and sharp, letting the wolf in me re. Compensation, is it Fine. Start by removing the ne from her neck. Auroras eyes widened, anger ring hotter than any me. Freya, dont be absurd! Do you really think Caelum would Before she could finish, a new presence made itself known. Kade. I said quietly, and my heart thrummed with relief and the familiar thrill of my packmates unwavering support. He moved with predatory grace, and in one swift motion, the diamond ne was in his hands, torn from Auroras neck. She shrieked, utterly stunned, her dominance shattered in an instant. I blinked, momentarily stunned myself. You came here? I asked, incredulous. I called you earlier, Kade said simply, his gray eyes sharp. You said you wereing to the Thorne estate. I wanted to make sure you were safe. Ah. That exined it. I had been so focused on Caelum and Aurora that I had almost forgotten Kade had been tracking me from the moment I left The Capital. Caelums jaw tightened, and his voice rumbled low, like distant thunder. This is too much. You cant justCsteal from me- Kades gaze didnt waver. If shes displeased with what she sees, its as simple as taking it back. Consider it enforcing bnce. Aurora hissed, rage snapping like a whip. But I simply smiled, wolfs instinct humming in my chest. Today, territory had been imed. Dominance had been marked. And the world, for once, would bend to those who knew thew of the pack. Send Gifts 98 Ascension 119 Freyas POV Steal? Kade scoffed, the corner of his mouth curling in thatzy, infuriating smirk of his as he weighed the diamond ne in his hand. Im just helping Freya reim whats rightfully hers. You really think you could take me to wolf court for this? The words hit Caelum like a cold gust of wind. He had almost forgotten that Kade ckridge came from one of The Capitals most formidable legal dynasties. The ckridge familys influence was absolute; their protgs dominated the topw firms. A single word from Kades father could make or break a case, and the very thought made Caelum stiffen. Auroras re burned into Kade, her jealousy sizzling in the morning air. When did you be a sidekick like this, Kade? I didnt see iting. Freya, capable as she is, first flirts with Ss Whitmor, and now even you? Youre conspiring with her? I narrowed my eyes at her, the wolf inside me bristling at the venom in her tone. Before I could even respond, Kade moved- a fluid, predatory step forward and delivered a sharp, precise p across Auroras cheek. She yelped, the sting of the strike cutting deeper than any words could. Only yesterday, shed endured Sss reprimand at the g. She had spent hours masking the swelling with makeup, and nowCtodayCit was Kades hand that reminded her who truly held power in this game. Kade, you cant- Caelum stepped in, his growl low and cautious, cing himself between Kade and Aurora. Kades gaze, cold and unwavering, locked on Aurora. This is a warning, he said smoothly. Say anything more against Freya, and a single p wont be enough to silence you. Auroras eyes narrowed to slits, hatred and shock mingling as she shot daggers at me. You just hide behind men, Freya, thats all you do! I tilted my head, the wolfs predator instinct kicking in, and gave her a look sharp enough to pierce through steel. Are you sure you want me to show you what happens when I act? I said, voice icy. Because if I strike, it wont just be a minor sting like at the airport. Her body stiffened instantly. The airport incidentChumiliating and permanent in her memoryCshed vividly in her eyes. What did I do wrong? she spat, teeth bared. At the airport, I acted for the safety of everyone on that ne. And you, Freya you had the nerve to incite the authorities! Kades smirk deepened, his tone dripping with contempt. Aurora, you dare lecture someone about morality? Havent you reflected enough on your little stint at the station? I folded my arms, letting the wolf in me radiate dominance. If you still dont realize your errors, then perhaps your career as a first officer is at an end, I said, deliberately slow and cold. Auroras eyes burned, rage twisting her features. I know what youre jealous of, Freya! Jealous that Caelum noticed me, jealous that I became first officer, jealous of what you can never reach! I felt Kade snicker beside me before I could even speak. His gaze on Aurora was full of disdain, wolfish and piercing. Jealousy? Aurora, do you really think anyone envies the concern of a fool like Caelum for you? Caelums face darkened. Kade, even if you support Freya, you shouldnt humiliate her like that! Kade yawnedzily, as if offended by the notion. Im not humiliating him. Im stating facts. You took credit for apany going public. Three years of marriage, spentvishly on your paramour, while neglecting the woman who built it with you. Tell me, what does that make you if not a fool? Caelums jaw tightened, the blush of anger creeping into his neck. And you- Kade turned his sharp gaze to Aurora, dont get too proud of being first officer. Freya has flownbat aircraft you couldnt even identify half of. Auroras face med crimson, yet Kade wasnt finished. His voice dropped, edged with lethal calm. And dont assume the airport incident is behind you. Time wille, and you may not remain first officer. You think a few days of detention covers your mistakes? Finished Her expression shifted from red to pale, lips pressing thin. Her eyes were cold, calcting, but I could smell the fearCthe primal recognition that her dominance was slipping. You have no right to decide my career, she spat, venom barely masking desperation. Then well see. Kade said, voice low and certain. He turned to me, eyes softening in contrast. Freya, shall we go? I nodded, feeling the pack instinct rx only slightly now that Kade was beside me. Yes. As we moved, Caelum blocked our path, voice strained. Kade return the ne. Kades hand was steady as he handed it to me. This belongs with Freya, he said firmly. The ne glimmered in my hand, the diamonds catching the sunlight like captured stars. Years of mybor, years of building alongside Caelum, and yet he hadvished all of that on Aurora. The ne was both beautiful and mockingCa symbol of misced loyalty and squandered effort. Caelums voice was low, tense. Freya, I know I owe you but that ne is hers. Please, just give it back. Ill repay youter I raised a brow, feeling the wolf in me growl softly. Caelum, I said slowly, letting the weight of my presence fill the space, you owe me? How exactly do you intend to repay that debt? Do you think you could ever? Silence followed. The tension in the morning air was thick and palpable, a storm before the lightning strike. I felt the pack instincts within me pulse, a reminder: loyalty, dominance, and pride werent just words. They were survival. And today, I would not let anyone forget it. Send Gifts Ascension 120 Freyas POV Finished The glint of the diamond ne in my hand caught the morning sunlight, and I could feel the cold fire in my veins re up. Caelums sharp intake of breath barely registeredCI knew exactly what he was thinking. My gaze had been utterly indifferent when I looked at him earlier, as if the man who had once been the center of my life now meant nothing. And that, apparently, shook him more than anything I could have said. What do you mean it belongs to Aurora? I said, my voice steady, each word slicing the air like ws. You used our marital assets to buy her these gifts. I never agreed to it. This ne has never been hers, and it will never be hers. When I return to The Capital, I will file awsuit and reim it. Mark my words. They gaped at me, and I could almost see the wheels turning in their heads. How dare I fight back? How dare I refuse to be subservient? I let my restraint show for so long that they hade to believe mypliance was natural. Pathetic. Freya, Aurora hissed, red rising to her cheeks, youre only after money. During the Lunar Severance Phase, you said you only wanted 1.53 millon, and nowCyoure trying to seize all these jewels! let a soft snarl escape me. And you? Are you after money too? You take these jewels, yet im you dont want to be a mistress. Why not buy your own, Aurora? Why force a married man to buy them for you? My words were sharp as wolfs teeth. Her face burned crimson, her breath quickening. Around us, the Stormveil estates security team had gathered discreetly, their eyes flicking between the confrontation and the two of us. Every word I spoke, they heard, and every insult I threw cut deeper than Aurora could imagine. I turned to Kade, mypanion in all this chaos, and nodded. Lets go. Yes, he said, his tone suddenly deferential, calmCa stark contrast to the cold,manding wolf he had been moments ago toward Caelum and Aurora. Aurora hissed indignantly at Caelum. Freya has gone too far! If shed just asked for the jewelry politely, I might havemight have given it to her. But shes maniptive, treacherous. I will not let her have her way. Caelum didnt answer. His eyes remained locked on me as we walked toward the car, and I felt his wolf instinct waver somewhere between longing and regret. That indifferent look Id given him hed never seen it from me before, and it cut deeper than Auroras petty anger ever could. Was it true, then? Did he not matter to me anymore? My wolf growled inside me, amused and vindictive all at once, sensing the sting of realization in his chest. Auroras voice rose, trying to grab his attention, but it fell t. He barely turned, still caught in the echo of my gaze. Kades smirk grew wider. I could feel the pack within him resonating with mine, the predator sense thrumming in tandem. Ill find a way to resolve this, Caelum finally said, though his voice had lost some of its alpha certainty. The jewelry it was given to you, technically. But I owe you I raised a hand to stop him, letting the power of my presence thrum in the air. Caelum, I said slowly, deliberately, how do you intend to repay what you owe? Do you truly believe you could ever pay back what you took from me? He flinched, though he tried to hide it. The wound in his pride, the recognition of his failingsCit was there, sharp as broken. ss in his chest. I slid into the passenger seat of the car Kade had opened, still holding the ne. Take us to the Ashbourne Charitable Association, I told him, voice cool, wolfish, upromising. Why? Kade asked, though his eyes betrayed his understanding. This ne its no longer mine, nor should it be hers, I said. It will be donated. An hourter, the transaction wasplete. The ne would be auctioned, and all proceeds donated to awork of Hope Schools across Ashbourne, giving lost and orphaned children a chance to learn. I felt the wolf within me rx slightly, knowing that this token of betrayal had been transformed into something meaningful. Kade reached over and rested his hand briefly on mine. If ever you fancy a jewel, Ill get it for you, he said casually. Finished I have no interest in jewelry, I said, letting my voice carry the weight of my history. The only ornament that had ever mattered to me was my mothers ruby ne, the one she had bartered for peace. That memory pulsed like a heartbeat in my chest. This neCthis tainted symbol of wasted years with CaelumCwould never hold such value. I looked up at him, curiosity piqued. You came all this way to find me why? Was there something on your mind? Kade hesitated, lips pressing together briefly before he admitted, Are you involved with Ss Whitmor? I blinked, momentarily taken aback. You saw the WolfComm buzz online? I said, shaking my head. No, we are not involved. Ss only happened to assist me yesterday at the g. Caelum and Aurora were there; Ss was simply helping. Kades eyes narrowed, wolfish and perceptive. Helping? That doesnt sound like him. I let out a dryugh, wolfish instinct ring. Perhaps, for one night, I was hispanion. Nothing more. Kade didnt press further. I could feel the intelligence in his gaze, the instinct to protect, to anticipate, to dominate the space around us With him, there was no pretenseConly loyalty, unspoken but absolute, like the pulse of a pack in sync. And that was all that mattered right now. Send Gifts 98 B Ascension 121 Finished Third Persons POV So you wont put deeper meaning to Ss Whitmors words? Kade pressed. His voice was cautious, but edged with a grow! that betrayed the wolf in him. Freya shook her head. No. I know the way of Alphas like him. Perhaps he speaks of courting out of fleeting interest. But I 1 am not so careless. Not after all Ive endured. Kades chest tightened. She spoke with that clipped discipline of a soldier, and yet, beneath it, he could hear the ache of old betrayal. She was no fragile human woman to be won with tteryCshe was StormveilCborn, raised under oaths and blood. Then. Kade asked, lowering his voice, you feel nothing at all toward him? Her answer came firm, unyielding. Ive only just divorced, Kade. My heart has no room for new entanglements. What I want is simple: to finish my contract as Ss Whitmors bodyguard, and when those three moons are done, return to The Capital. There, Ill resume my workCand continue searching along the border for Eric. JAt the mention of her brother, Kade stilled. The Iron Fang Recon Unit had scoured the bordends five years ago, finding nothing but silence and ash. To all others, Eric Thorne had perished, swallowed by the chaos of war. But Freyas conviction remained unbroken. Freya, he said softly, five years without a sign. even the strongest hunters in the Legion never found him. Are you certain Hes alive, she cut in, eyes zing. I feel it. No one will shake me from that belief. Silence stretched between them, heavy as steel. Finally, Kade exhaled and said, Then let me go with you. Her head snapped up. No. That is my familys burden. Ill carry it alone. Alone? His wolf rumbled beneath his skin, furious at the thought. He leaned forward, his voice raw. Freya, I call you Ashe -sisterCnot as some idle endearment. You are more to me than you realize. I cannot let you walk into the bordends without me. Kade- Listen to me! His interruption was sharp, his fists clenched on the table. You think I call you sister because of Iron Fang? Because you once shielded me in battle? No. Its more than that. You are my anchor. My wolf trusts only you. If you go, I go. Her lips parted in surprise. For a moment, the fierce AlphaCblooded warrior softened. Then she lowered her gaze, uncertain. Even if youe, I dont know how long Ill stay. It could be weeks. Months. Longer still. Kades answer was instant, fierce. Then Ill stay. A year, a lifetimeCit doesnt matter. Freyas brows drew together. You dont need to do this. I looked after you in the Iron Fang Recon Unit because you were my soldier, my responsibility. That was duty. You owe me nothing. But Kades eyes burned with the truth he had held too long. It isnt duty that drives me. Yes, I owe you. But its more. Its always been more. He faltered. The words clung in his throat, hot and heavy. Should he speak them now? Should he confess? His wolf urged him, snarling im her! Tell her she is yours! But reason hissed back: not yet. Not when her heart still bled from loss. Not when her mind was chained to the memory of her brother. Il he bared his soul too soon, she would refuse him. WorseCshe might shut him out forever. And Kade ckridge, reckless in all things, found himself trembling with fear at the thought of losing her. What is it Freya asked, her voice softer now. Finished L He opened his mouth, but before the words could form, his WolfComm device vibrated. The sound shattered the fragile moment. He answered sharply. On the other end came his uncles urgent voice from The Capital. As Kade listened, his face darkened, jaw tightening. When the call ended, Freya studied him carefully. What happened? My grandfathersw firm, theres trouble. Its tied to matters from when I was overseas. I have to return to The Capital immediately. Freya nodded. Then go. Handle it. But he lingered, eyes locked on her. His wolf howled within, refusing to part from her side. He wanted to snarl, to im, to chain himself to her shadow. Instead, he said only, Youll remain Ss Whitmors bodyguard for three months, and then return to The Capital? Yes, she replied simply. Three months. No longer. Kade drew a steadying breath. Then Ill be waiting for you. And when youe back- His voice hardened with resolve. I wont remain only your brotherCinCarms. Ill tell you what I truly want. Her golden eyes lingered on him, searching. But before she could respond, he turned away, shoulders squared like a wolf going to battle. And in his chest, his wolf roared one truth over and over again: She is mine. Send Gifts 10 Ascension 122 Sss POV Finished When I returned to the Whitmor estate that night, I knew something was wrong the moment I crossed the threshold. The air carried itCsharp, metallic, tinged with the wrong kind of dominance. My wolf stiffened inside me, hackles raised, muscles coiling before my mind even caught up. For half a heartbeat, I thought it might be Freya waiting for me, that she had chosen this night to confront me in my own den. But noCmy body knew better. Freyas presence never triggered this instinctual warning. She was danger of a different breed, one I craved instead of dreaded. The figure in the living room froze me where I stood. My breath caught, my chest locked tight, and every scar inside me throbbed as if torn open anew. Cassian Whitmor. My father. The word father tasted like ash in my mouth, for he had long ceased to be one. His suit was immacteCck tailored lines, a stark white shirt beneath. He had always worn such colors since my mothers death, as though the spectrum of the world had died with her. My mother had been light, and he he became shadow. And the faceCthe gods curse itCthe face that mirrored mine. His cheekbones, his jaw, his cold eyes. Looking at him was like staring at a distorted reflection of my own flesh. A cruel reminder that his blood runs in me. Surprised to see me, Ss? His smile was practiced elegance, smooth as silk over a coiled viper. Others might see warmth in it, but I knew better. That smile was venom. My spine locked straight, every sinew braced against the madness that rolled from him in subtle waves. Since my mothers death, Cassian had rotted from the inside out. The world thought him merely entric, a grieving widower. But I knewChe was broken, twisted. Mad. What are you doing here? I forced the words out cold, t. I hear my son has found himself a woman, Cassian said lightly, strolling closer with unhurried grace. Of course I had toe see for myself. My jaw clenched. He had seen the trending reports then, the images leaked to theworks before I had them scrubbed. Toote. Freya. The way he said ita womanCmade bile crawl up my throat. He knew nothing of her. He could never know what she meant to me. I kept my silence. He tilted his head, studying me as only he could, with the precision of a wolf that had learned to sniff out weakness. Whats wrong, boy? Dont tell me youve convinced yourself you dont love her. My hands curled into fists. Whether I love her or not is none of your concern. But if you so much as think ofying a hand on Freya Thorne, I swear Ill tear your throat out myself. Cassianughed then, sudden and sharp. The sound filled the hall like broken ss. Oh, Ss. Do you think Id harm her? No no, I want to watch. I want to watch as you unravel, just as I did when I lost your mother. The mention of herCthe only woman who had ever managed to anchor himCshed through me. My mother. Gone these many years, her absence the wound that had devoured him. Cassians hand came down, slow, deliberate, onto my shoulder. His grip was deceptively light, but I felt the weight of everything behind it: his madness, his certainty. You dont need to love her yet, he murmured. All it takes is desire. Once you crave her presence, once you cant stand the 6:07 AM p p. Finished thought of her eyes looking at anyone but youCthen love wille. And with love the sicknesses too. Youll want to burn her whole world until only you remain in her vision. Youll want to lock her away, cage her, make her breathe only for you. That is what it means to be a Whitmor. His voice was silk and rot, seeping under my skin. I met his gaze with pure hatred. I am not you. His smile widened, but it was no smileCit was mockery. You are me, Ss. My blood, my son. The Whitmor curse runs deep. Obsession is carved into our bones. You will try to resist, but in the end, you will fall as I did. A wolf who cannot have what he wants, driven mad by the wanting. The rage burst out of me, a snarl ripping free. Enough! He didnt flinch. Not once. Instead he nced at me with that same infuriating calm and said, But I did see those pictures of her. The Freya Thorne, yes? Stormveil blood, Bloodmoon kin strong woman. Beautiful. But she doesnt look at you the way she should. She doesnt love you. He reached out again, fingers daring to brush against my cheek. You have your mothers eyes. Use them. Use your body. Use every gift you inherited to ensnare her. Make her yours. She wont stand a chance. The beast inside me surged, and my hand shot up, snapping around his wrist with iron force. The bones in his arm trembled under my grip. A single twist and I could shatter it. My wolf howled for me to do it. To break him. To end the stench of his touch once and for all. Cassian only arched a brow. Going to cripple your father for giving advice? My lip curled back, teeth bared. I stopped being your son the day you killed yourself with your own madness. Touch me again and I will break you. For a moment, silence hung thick between us. Then he smiled again, utterly unfazed. Very well. Ill leave. He turned, strolling toward the door, but not before casting onest poisoned nce back over his shoulder. But remember, SsCno matter how hard you deny it, you are my son. The day wille when you, too, are undone by your own hunger. And I will be waiting for you in that same pit. In that hell. His footsteps echoed down the hall, fading into the night. I stood frozen, my body locked in ce long after he was gone. My fists clenched so tightly my ws had cut deep into my palms. Warm blood trickled between my fingers, but I felt nothing. Even with the house empty once more, my wolf refused to calm. Every muscl screamed to tear, to destroy, to fight the ghost of him still lingering in the air. I hated him. But most of all, I hated the seed of fear he left behindCthat somewhere, buried deep in my marrow, he might be right. That one day, Freya would awaken the Whitmor madness in me. And gods help us both, if that day came. Ascension 123 Freyas POV The rain had already begun to fall by the time I reached the Whitmor estate. Finished Ashbournes skies were a dull, oppressive gray, pressing down on the earth like the weight of old grief. Each drop of water carried with it the taste of iron and storm, a scent my wolf disliked. Rain always left me restless, and tonight it seemed to mirror the heaviness in my chest. Kades car slowed to a stop outside the gates of Sss residence. He had insisted on driving me here before returning to the Capital, though I could see the unspoken worry in his gaze. He was leaving. I would remain in Ashbourne, at least for a while longer. My parents affairs were nearly settled now. Their assets, theirnd, their legacyCall sorted piece by piece. Thest remaining task was the old family house in the small town where they had once built a life together. I hadnt been able to bring myself to walk through those doors yet. Not without Eric. My brother and I would face that house together, when I found him. JUntil then. I had ced the more personal relicsCtheir books, their journals, the furniture marked with the lines of my childhoodCinside the apartment in the city. Sometimes, when I entered that space, the air would warp with memory, and I could almost see it: my parents at the dinner table, Ericughing at some foolish jest of mine, all of us gathered as if the war had never imed what it did. And then my throat would tighten, eyes stinging. I knew what others refused to say aloud: peace was never free. If the world wished for still waters, it required someone to carry the weight of the storm. My parents had carried it willingly, their lives traded for the safety of others. I would walk the same road. That was the Bloodmoon oath, Stormveils creed, and the Thorne familys inheritance. When the car rolled to a stop, I touched Kades arm lightly. Its far enough. You dont need to go further. He looked at me for a long moment, his silver eyes catching a glimmer of the stormlight. Then he reached behind his seat, pulled out a ck umbre, and pressed it into my hand. Take it, he said. The rain is only going to worsen. I shook my head faintly. The house is only a short run. Ill manage. And Id rather not hold on to your thingsCreturning itter would be troublesome. But Kade only smiled, that stubborn, knowing curve of his lips. Then return it to me in the Capital. Consider it a promise, Freya. Keep it until then. His words were quiet, but there was weight behind them, the kind wolves ced in unspoken bonds. I hesitated before nodding. Very well. Ill keep it safe until then. The satisfaction in his smile made something in my chest twist. I stepped out into the storm, opened the umbre, and watched his car vanish down the road. His scent faded with the hum of the engine, leaving me alone in the gray curtain of rain. I turned toward the estate. And froze. A figure stood beneath the old oak at the edge of the courtyard, drenched in rain. Tall BroadCshouldered. Still as stone. Alpha Ss. The rain carved lines across his face, running down the strong nes of his jaw, dripping from the ends of his dark hair stered against his cheeks. His shirtCwhite, or it had beenCclung to him like a second skin, soaked through. 607 AM P P Finished Ss? My voice cut through the storm, sharp with disbelief. Why are you standing out here like this? Slowly, his head turned. His eyes, ck as nightfall, found me beneath the shelter of my umbre. Youre back, he said, his voice low and rough, like gravel scraped across stone, There was no trace of the Irond Alpha in his stance now, no armor of control or supremacy. He looked fragile, breakable, like a wolf on the verge of shattering. I remembered that morning, when wed eaten breakfast together. He had been calm then, measured. Almost himself. What had happened between then and now to strip him down to this rawness? Yes, I answered, stepping closer. I came back. I raised the umbre higher, shifting it to cover him as well as myself. The rain hammered against the canopy, relentless. The storm will only worsen. Come inside. But he did not move. His gaze had drifted away, back to the oak tree. His lips parted again, barely above a whisper. Do you know my mother loved this tree. The words startled me. Your mother? She used to climb it. Always higher, always reaching for the horizon. His voice trembled faintly. She wanted to escape this ce. But she couldnt. My father caged her here. No matter how she reached for freedom, she was trapped. My chest tightened. Ss I am not my father, he said suddenly, fiercely. His voice cut through the rain like a de. I will never be him. Yes. I nodded without hesitation. His head snapped toward me, eyes sharp, searching. You believe that? I met his gaze without flinching. I do. I believe you. Something passed through his expression then, something raw and wounded. For so long he had been forced to hear the whispers that he bore Whitmors blood, that one day he would descend into the same abyss of madness. That he would be a monster. But I knew what I saw before me now: a man fighting that shadow with everything in him. Youre drenched, I said, gentler now. If you stay out here, youll fall ill. Come inside.. I took a step forward, my free hand lifting to reach him. Still he did not move. So I closed the distance myself, fingers closing firmly around his wrist. His skin was ice beneath the rain, but the strength in his arm was undeniable. Enough, I said, and tugged him toward the house. For a moment, he simply stared at my hand around his, as though no one had ever dared pull him forward before. Then, slowly, he followed. The rain above drummed against the umbre in steady rhythm, a heartbeat echoing overhead. I felt his gaze on me, heavy and unrelenting. He was staring at our joined hands. His wererger than mine, calloused with the marks of war andmand. My fingers- smaller, roughened by training and workCwrapped tight around his, not delicate but certain, grounded. Strength meeting strength. And for the first time that night, I thought perhaps he truly believed me. Send Gifts Ascension 124 Ss POV Her hand Finished The moment Freyas fingers closed around mine, something inside me stilled. For so long I had carried weight- responsibility, rage, the Whitmor name like chains forged from iron and shadow. Yet when she pulled, I followed. Step after step through the storm, I let her lead. And for the first time in years, I felt as if I didnt have to fight for direction. With her hand anchoring me, I could simply walk. She drew me into the estate, past the darkened hall, until the rain was a memory drumming faintly against the windows. She closed the umbre and turned to face me. I knew what she saw: my hair stered against my face, my shirt clinging to me, every inch of me carrying the scent of rain and something broken. That brokenness was real. It clung to me heavier than water. Her sigh cut through the silence. Without letting go of my hand, she tugged me down the corridor, her stride steady, purposeful. I didnt resist. I didnt want to. She led me straight to my chambers and into the adjoining bath. Steam soon curled from the tub as she twisted the taps, filling it with warmth I hadnt thought I deserved. Whatever happened out there, she said softly, it can wait. For now, soak. Let the heat drive the cold from your bones. The droplets slid down my face, off my hair, dripping from my jaw onto my chest. I could feel the chill still deep in my marrow, as if the storm had seeped past skin into soul. I raised my head, my voice rough. Will you wait? Here, while I- Yes, she answered, without hesitation. Im your protector. Your safety is mine to guard. Protector. That was her duty, her oath. But I wanted more than oaths. And if you werent? I asked, the words escaping before I could stop them. I had asked once before, long ago. Back then, she had brushed it offCsaid there would always be others to guard me. The answer had cut like a de. Her lips parted, but before sound could form, I fled. I released her hand, the sudden absence leaving me colder than the rain ever could, and stepped into the bathroom, closing the door with a finality that hurt. If she spoke then, if she gave me truth, I wasnt sure I could bear it. The tub embraced me in warmth. The water climbed my skin, wrapped around my ribs, my throat. Slowly, the cold that had numbed me since the courtyard began to loosen its grip. But my thoughts did not ease. When my father left earlier today, the silence he left behind had been deafening. My steps had carried me to the oak in the courtyardCthe one my mother once climbed in her futile attempts to touch freedom. And as I stood beneath it, drenched, I felt her despair seep into me. I had seen what obsession had done to her. And what obsession had made of him. Now, with my heart pulling deeper toward Freya, a question gnawed at me: would I repeat their story? Would I be branded by the same curseCthe Whitmor curse of possession and ruin? My blood carried madness. My name was tainted. If she turned from me, if all I gave was unreturnedCwould I spiral into the same pit of fury and chains? The thought made me grip the porcin of the tub until my knuckles whitened. When atst 1 emerged, skin flushed from heat, a robe across my shoulders, I stepped into the chamber And froze Empty She was gone Finished The air rushed out of me, sharp, hollow My pulse spiked, wolf stirring with panic. Had she left me? Slipped away when I was too vulnerable to stop her? My throat tightened with a fear I couldnt name. But then- The door opened. I turned, and there she was. Freya entered carrying a tray, steam rising from the bowl upon it. The storm outside could not dim the light she brought in with her presence. Relief mmed into me so hard my knees nearly buckled. She hadnt left. Shede back. Youre finished, she said, setting the tray down, her voice calm, as though she hadnt just shattered my panic. Perfect timing. On the tray sat a bowl of dark broth, sliced ginger floating atop it. Its scent was sharp, earthy, tinged with fire. I made this, she exined. Ginger broth. It will drive the cold from you before it settles too deep. Her words were practical. But the act itselfCit was more than duty. It was care. I looked at the bowl in silence. Drink, shemanded, her tone crisp. the kind she must have used with her squad in the Iron Fang Recon Unit. My hands moved before my thoughts could. I epted the bowl, the warmth seeping into my palms, and raised it. Sip by sip, I swallowed the heat. The liquid burned down my throat, spicy and potent, far harsher than any tonic I had been given before. But I didnt stop. I didnt flinch. Her gaze lingered on me, surprise flickering across her face. Is it good? she asked atst. No. The truth slipped out. Her brows drew together. Then whyCyour face hasnt changed. And you didnt even think to refuse. I lifted my eyes to hers. Because you asked me to. Her breath caught. She didnt answer, though I saw the words hover on her tongue. I wondered if she understood what I meant that if she asked me to drink poison, I would. I finished thest drop, set the bowl down, and waited. She leaned forward then, her hand lifting toward my face. Her palm pressed against my forehead, checking for fever. The touch was light, fleeting. Yet it carved itself into me like a brand. My body went rigid, my wolf surging up in stunned silence. Youre fine, she murmured, withdrawing her hand. The air turned colder the moment her skin left mine. I almost reached for her wrist, almost begged her to stay in contact. The craving was sharp, unbearable.
  1. Ss Whitmor, Alpha of the Irond Coalition, breaker of enemies and heir to a cursed lineCreduced to hunger by the touch of one woman
It was dangerous. Maddening. And yet, as the storm raged outside, the only truth I could cling to was this: I wanted more. 6:08 AM P P Ascension 125 Freyas POV 0 Finished The storm had broken two nights ago, yet its echo still lingered in Whitmors halls. For two full days he had not set foot beyond the estate walls, and I remained with him. My orders were protection, but the truth was simpler: I couldnt bring myself to leave. The Whitmor estate sat heavy with shadows. Old walls breathed the secrets of his line, and I knew enough of wolf curses to recognize when a house itself remembered pain. I stayed close, watchful, making sure the darkness didnt swallow him whole. It was on the third morning that an intruder came. I caught the scent firstCfamiliar, bloodCbound. Jocelyn Thorne. I should have expected her; our family threads spread long and tangled. But still, I wasnt prepared for the sharp look she gave me the instant her eyesnded on me. What are you doing here? Jocelyns voice was edged with disbelief. I live here, for now, I answered evenly, refusing to let her see the shift of unease in my chest. Her expression twisted, storm clouds building in her gaze. She knew this house. Everyone who remembered the Whitmor history knew. It was the home Sss parents had once kept, the home he had kept closed to all but servants. For her, my presence here was not just strangeCit was unthinkable. Dont fool yourself, Freya, she sneered. Staying here doesnt make you special to him. This estate has its secrets. Theres a room he never allows anyone to enter. You havent stepped inside, have you? I froze for half a breath. When Id moved in, Ss had warned me, his tone absoluteCnever the room at the far end of the third floor. My instincts told me not to press. Wolfw respected boundaries, especially those soaked in grief. No. I admitted quietly. Jocelyns smile spread like a de catching light. But I have. Ive walked inside, where no one else was allowed. Her words were meant to cut, to draw blood. She stood taller, victory in her posture, as if gaining entry to a forbidden room granted her dominance over me. So what? I asked, my tone t. I wasnt here to y whatever dominance games she thought we were in. Her face flickered. Id expected outrage, jealousyCsomething to make me reel. But I gave her nothing. The blownded on air, leaving her fist empty. Her jaw tightened, wolf energy snapping sharp. You dont understand what that means, do you? It proves Im the only one special to him. The only one he forgives, even when I cross his boundaries. Her chin lifted high, proud, smug. I exhaled slowly, fighting the growl that wanted to rise. I turned, intent on leaving. There was nothing for me in her words. Sss heart was his ownChis wounds his own. Whatever secrets hed shown her didnt concern me. But Jocelyn wasnt finished. She slid into my path, her voice dropping lower, more venomous. You dont know him. Not the savage wolf he bes when anger takes him, not the hollow boy when despair devours him. Ive seen both. Youve seen nothing. Her words pressed like ws into scars I couldnt see. When his mother abandoned him, when his father ground him down, it was me who took him in. Me who stayed. Without me he would have broken. He would have died. Do you even realize how pathetic he was back then? My fists clenched. The Iron Fang Recon Unit had taught me patience, but thisCthis careless tearing open of Sss wounds was no better than cruelty. Thats enough, I snapped. Those memories arent yours to wield. Stop before you say more. But Jocelyns pride was drunk on its own venom. She mistook my warning for weakness and pressed harder. Do you even know how his father punished him? What he survived? I do. Only I. That makes me the one who truly knows him. 6:08 AM P P My wolf bristled. This wasnt just arroganceCit was desecration. I opened my mouth to silence her when movement caught my eye. Behind her. A figure stepped from the shadowed hall. Ss The Irond Alpha himself, silent as death. My stomach twisted. He had heard everything. Finished Jocelyn, drunk on her own gloating, didnt notice. She kept on, her words sharpening like fangs. He never told you how his mother died, did he? But I know. I was with him when- Her voice cut off. Because his hand closed around her throat. One moment she was smirking, the next her body jolted, lifted slightly as Sss long fingers locked tight. I felt the temperature of the room plummet. His hand looked deceptively slender, but I knew the truthCthose fingers were steel, forged from years ofmand and fury, Her breath hitched, strangled. Color drained from her face, her eyes widening in shock. She wed at him, nails scraping his skin, but his grip didnt falter. His voice came low, cold, edged with a darkness that sent even my wolf rigid. I wonder how was I, back then? You seemed so eager to tell her. Say it again. The air itself vibrated with his menace. I had seen Ss battle alphas, I had seen him bleed enemies dry. But thisCthis was worse. It wasnt fury. It was ice, wrath restrained so tight it could shatter mountains when it broke. Jocelyn trembled. Panic painted her pale. Her wolf instincts screamed against the brink of death closing around her throat. Forgive forgive me, Ss I didnt mean- Her words choked, thin, barely audible through the crushing force of his hand. I should have moved, should have intervened. But for a long, terrible moment I couldnt. Part of me was rooted in awe, in terror. Part of me knew: she had trespassed where she never should have. Still, I forced myself to breathe, to steady. I was Freya Thorne, not a bystander. I was his protector, whether he asked for it or not. And I could not allow him to destroy himself through her. Send Gifts 98 Ascension 126 Freyas POV Sss hand was an executioners vice. Finished I could see Jocelyns body buck beneath his grip, her throat locked inside his pale, merciless fingers. His eyesCthose storm- forged, deadCquiet eyesCdid not flinch. The strength of an Alpha whomanded the Irond Coalition wasnt in his voice or posture, but in that unshakable certainty: if he chose, he could end her here. Her face had already shifted from flushed red to ashen white. I watched, horror wing up my chest, as her tongue lolled from her mouth, desperate for air. Her nails raked across his wrist, leaving thin red welts that healed as quickly as they came. He didnt even blink. Does it matter if you meant it or not? His voice was low, steady, colder than the northern winds thatshed the cliffs of Stormveil. His grip tightened. I shouldve taken your tongue years ago, before you grew bold enough to poison the air with it. The wolf in me red, heart hammering, instincts surging between fight and submission. His dominance pressed like an Javnche, but my blood screamed I could not stand aside. If I let him follow throughCJocelyn would die. And Ss would damn himself. I moved before my mind caught up with my body, a single lunging step, my hand mping over his, fingers curling against the icy ridges of his knuckles. Ss, stop! Let her goCif you keep going, she wont survive this! I dont care. The words dropped like stones into the silence. And gods help me, I believed him. Ss was not a wolf who clung to life, nor one who weighed the morality of killing. Hed grown up brutalized, abandoned, forced to bare his fangs to survive. Why would a man who didnt even value his own breath care for hers? But I cared. For him. For what this would do to him. Then care about this, I snapped, digging my nails into his skin, willing him to feel me. If you kill her, it wont just be her blood on your handsCitll be shackles around your throat. Do you want to rot in a human cell while your enemies rip the Coalition apart? Is that how youll destroy yourself? There are other ways to fight her, legal ways, cleaner ways. This path only ruins you. For the first time, his eyes flickered. A tremor of life behind the void. You dont want me ruined? His voice was quieter now, but dangerous stillClike a de sheathed, sharp edge hidden but not dulled. No, I answered without hesitation. My grip tightened over his. I dont want to see you destroy yourself, Ss. So let go. Now. Something in my tone, in the steel of it, must have reached him. Wolves responded tomand, not pleadingCand I gave himmand. Slowly, impossibly slowly, his fingers loosened. Jocelyn copsed to the floor in a heap, hacking, retching, clutching her throat like a fragile thing. Her onceCproud stance had shattered; she was a pile of limbs andbored breaths. Get out Sss voice was venom, his gaze a de. She staggered, barely able to stand, yet even broken, she found venom for me. Dont think Ill thank you, Freya. If not for you, he would never I didnt let her finish. My wolf surged hot and fast. I grabbed her by the shoulder and dragged her down the hall, her feet stumbling across the polished floor. WhatCwhat are you doing? Let me go! she shrieked, trying to wrench free. 608 AM P. P. The front door loomed. I yanked it open, shoving her into the cold night air. With one clean motion, I hurled her threshold She hit the ground with a heavy thud. From the doorway, I stared down at her, the night wind whipping Finished past the saved Ss. Hes worth more than throwing his life away on you. my hair. Make no mistake, Jocelyn. I didnt save you. I Her face zed red with fury and humiliation. You- I cut her off again, voice a growl in my throat. And another thing. You have no right to spit his past like its gossip. His scars arent trophies for you to unt. They are his. Not yours. Her lips parted, ready to fire back, but then her gaze slid past me. To him. Ss stood behind me, shadows clinging to his frame, his stare colder than steel fresh from the forge. One nce from him silenced her tongue. The wolf in her cowered, though she fought to hide it. She didnt dare speak another word. The iron gate creaked closed between us, sealing her out. I turned. He was still there, his eyes fixed on me, unreadable. Youre not going to ask? His voice was low, sharp with some strange mixture of challenge and weariness. Ask what? I met his gaze headCon. About what she said. About my past. My pulse thudded in my ears, but I held steady. Ill treat everything Jocelyn said as if I never heard it. His eyes flickered again, down to his handCthe same hand that had nearly taken a life tonight. I could feel the battle inside him. For all his power, for all the dread he inspired, he still doubted his own control. And gods forgive me, I realized something as my chest tightened: my voice had been enough to bring him back. My words, my presence, had reached him when nothing else could. That truth unsettled me more than his violence ever had. Night fell heavy on the Whitmor estate. Ss kept his silence after Jocelyns departure. Brooding, still as carved stone, lost to storms I couldnt see. The weight of it gnawed at me until I could no longer sit idle. I crossed the hall and knocked on the door to his chamber. No answer. Ss? I tried again. Nothing. A knot of unease twisted deep in my gut. My wolf bristled. Something was wrong. I pushed open the door. The bed was empty, untouched. His WolfCommy abandoned on the nightstand. Ss never left himself unarmedCnot his de, not hism, not his guard. That left only one conclusion. He was still here. Somewhere inside these walls. I rushed to the security console, pulled up the feeds. No breaches, no exits. He hadnt left the estate. My throat went dry. That meant Ss! I called, racing through the halls. The house swallowed my voice, long corridors echoing back faint fragments. Then I froze. From the far end of the third floorCthe ce hed forbidden me from stepping nearCI heard it. A sound like pain, muffled but raw. A broken, shuddering groan. 608 AM The forbidden room. Finished I stood before its door, heart pounding, my hand hovering above the wood. The wolf in me screamed to protect, to break through. But I remembered hismand, his warning: Never enter this room. And yet- I pressed my palm to the door, knuckles knocking lightly. Ss? Are you in there? Whats happening? Another sound answered, jagged and inhuman. My chest clenched. He was in there. And he was hurting. Send Gifts Ascension 127 Ss POV The dark alwayses back for me. Finished No matter how many chains I break, no matter how many enemies I ughter on the battlefield, when the night grows still, it finds me. The past. The pain. The voice that was carved into my bones long before I ever became Alpha of the Irond Coalition. Id locked myself inside the forbidden chamber againCmy den of punishment, the ce no one was meant to enter. Whips hung from the walls like specters, each one a memory, each one a mark burned into my skin. Their shadows stretched long in the dim light, curling like snakes, whispering to me that I would never be free. My body convulsed, hands twisting at unnatural angles, ws nearly breaking skin as I dug into my own flesh. My throat ached with strangled sounds I could not hold backChalf growl, half broken plea. Ill be good The words tore out, fractured. Ill be good. Ill keep her. Ill keep Mother The mantra. The lie. The only thing that ever bought me one more breath when my fathers whip came down. Pain throbbed through every nerve, memories bleeding into reality. My fathers voice thundered over me againCUseless. Weak. Youre nothing but a leash around her neck. Eachsh fell in my mind, over and over, and I could smell the iron tang of blood, feel it slick on my back. Even now, yearster, the agony was real. My wolf wed inside my chest, wild with the need to break free, to destroy, to end everythingCyet all I could do was curl tighter, fingers digging deeper into my skin, desperate to quiet the storm. I didnt hear her at first. The pounding at the door. The voice calling my name. I thought it was another hallucination, another phantom from the endless dark. But then the door creaked openCunlocked, though I had sworn Id sealed it. And she was there. Freya. My soCcalled bodyguard, though I had never asked for her, never wanted anyone near this ruin of a man. Yet here she was, rushing toward me, the sharp scent of steel and gunpowder clinging to her skin. Ss, whats happening to you? Her voice cut through me like light through fog, but I couldnt answer. The world was gone, reced by the weight of chains and the hiss of leather. I tore at myself, ws raking against my chest, wanting to bury the memories in flesh and bone. Her hands caught mine. Stronger than I expected, stubborn as only a Thorne could be. StopCstop hurting yourself! I fought her grip, strength surging with the raw frenzy of a wolf in a trap. My body wanted to break her hold, to snap free and return to the rhythm of destruction. But she didnt let go. Her voice rose, firm and steady, like amand across a battlefield. Ss! Look at me! The name anchored me, heavy and sharp. I wanted to sink further, drown in the torment. That wouldve been easier. But then she was on meCher weight pressing me down, pinning me to the floor. Her fingers wove through mine, ten against ten, unyielding. Her wolf growled through her throat when she shouted, No one is hitting you now. Do you hear me? No one! As long as Im here, I wont let them. Youre safe. With me. Safe. The word was foreign. Alien. It rattled against the cage of my ribs. My fathers voice fought to crush it: Worthless. Even as a tool, you fail. You couldnt keep her. Youll never be enough. Theshes struck again, blistering, burning. But Freyas voice rose higher, fiercer. Ss, wake up! I said youre safe! 6:08 AM Finished Her scent filled the airCpine and stormCwind, touched with the faint metallic edge of the Iron Fang Recon Unit she once trained with. It pushed against the darkness, broke through the haze of blood and memory. I clung to her voice, the heat of her body pinning mine, her hands locked with mine so tightly I couldnt tear away. Her eyes burned into me, steady, unflinching. The whip faded. The walls blurred. My fathers voice echoed, weaker now, drowned by hers. And slowly, painfully, rity bled back into my vision. The room came into focusCthe whips on the walls, the shadows stretching across the floor. But instead of torment, there was her. Freya, above me, breath ragged, hair falling around her face, eyes alight with fury and something else I dared not name! The pain didnt vanish. It never would. But it dulled, as if her voice had pushed it back into the pit it crawled from. My chest rose and fell, sharp with uneven breaths. My fingers, still tangled in hers, trembled. And for the first time in years, I felt something other than agony wing through me. I felt her. Ju Freya Freya My voice rasped, broken. The name felt dangerous on my tongue, too intimate, too raw. Her grip didnt ease. She only leaned closer, her forehead nearly brushing mine, and growled softly, Good. Stay with me. Youre not alone anymore. Alone. That was all Id ever been. Yet in that moment, with her scent in my lungs, her strength holding me steady, I almost believed her. Send Gifts 98 L Ascension 128 Ss POV C Finished I blinked, disoriented, as the haze of pain and memory slowly receded. The dark whirlpool in my mind, the screams Id been drowning in, softened, reced by something warmer, sharper alive. Freya was there, standing in the dim light, her presence cutting through the storm in my chest. Not a step back, not a flicker of disgust, not the faintest hesitation. She hadnt run, hadnt recoiled, hadnt abandoned me. You you came. My voice barely rose above a whisper, cracked and dry. Yes, I came. Her tone was firm,manding, and somehow gentle all at once. Are you feeling a little more clearCheaded now? Do you know who I am? Where you are? I swallowed, lips parched, tasting nothing but iron. Youre Freya. And this this is a room in my vi. The sight of the whips on the walls, their cruel silhouettes sharp in the low light, forced my memories to the surface. The roomCI had sealed it away, yet here it was, still intact, the ce where my father had drilled his lessons of pain and Jobedience into me. My personal nightmare, preserved to remind me that weakness only invites control. I had told myself I would never let anyone touch me like that again. I had to grow stronger. Stronger than him. Stronger than anyone. And yet, here I was, trembling, fingers twitching involuntarily, reliving everysh, every curse, every humiliation. /Freyas voice cut through my fog again. How do you feel now? Should I take you to a hospital? I shook my head, bitterly aware of the absurdity. I dont need a hospital. My voice was hoarse, but steady enough. Even if I did, it wouldnt matter. Ordinary medicine doesnt work on this. She said nothing further, but I noticed her hands still held mine, fingers entwined in that silent insistence, a tether to the world. Rx your hand. Her words broke my trance, and I let my left hand loosen its grip. One side released, but as she attempted to free the other, my hand moved instinctivelyCgrasping her waist, pulling her into me. She went down hard, and for a heartbeat, I felt her weight against me. Her eyes met mine. Freyas eyesCbold, unflinching, aliveCpierced through the darkness I had wrapped around myself. Even now, I murmured, voice rough and dangerous, with you pressed against me like this you dont want me? Her gaze was steady, fierce, her wolfCfire evident beneath the calm. If I were ever to want a man, she said, voice unwavering, it would only be because I loved him and I would want him because of love. Her words hit me with the force of a gale, and I felt my pulse slow, the coil in my chest unwinding slightly. She moved back, separating from me, and our other hands released from their binding. I stared at the empty space between our hands, a hollow ache settling in my chest. Loss, maybe, or the weight of connection I didnt know I craved. Lets leave this room. Her voice was firm but patient. I rose slowly, still haunted by the relics on the walls. How how did you get in here? I heard you. The sounds you made. I knocked, called your name, and there was no answer. I was worried you might hurt yourself, so I came in. Her voice carried no shame, only concern, yet I felt the unspoken reprimand. She had entered my sacred chamber, my forbidden sanctuary. I wanted to say something, to remind her, to enforce the rules I had lived by for decades, but her next words froze me. Besides all this dont you have anything else to say? Her eyes, fierce and unwavering, searched mine. This room, these whips, this darknessCit shouldnt control you anymore. 1 stared at her, surprised. Not shocked, not angry, just caught off guard. That someone could confront me with such audacity, such innocence wrapped in fire. Finished And she paused, a hint of mischief slipping into her tone. Next time I see your father I think I want to punch him. Yourwyers can they keep me out of trouble? I blinked. Did I just hear that correctly? You want to strike my father? My voice was low, incredulous, edged with disbelief. Yes, she said inly. I want to punch him. So can yourwyers cover me? I stared at her, stunned. Silence stretched between us, the shadows of the whips flickering across the room like ghosts. For years, no one had dared speak of striking him, dared to defy the legacy of fear my father cast over all of us. I had only believed in my own power, in controlling the narrative of my life to keep his shadow at bay. And yet here she was. This woman, audacious, fearless, standing boldly in my presence and daring to confront him. The room felt smaller somehow, my chest tight. The fear, the rage, the memoryCthey were still here, coiled like a predator- but Freyas audacity, her presence, challenged it. She was alive, fierce, unbroken. And in the depths of my chest, the wolf surred, sensing something unfamiliar yet undeniably right. The storm in me, the one I had lived with all my life, began to shiftCnot entirely dissipated, but for the first time, softened by something human, something tethered to life and care. I swallowed, voice still ragged but steadier You you actually want to fight him? She nodded, a gleam of determination in her eyes that threatened to outshine the rooms shadows. Yes. And I wont apologize for it. I let out a long, low breath, partly incredulous, partly awed. No one had ever dared. Not anyone, not in all my years of control, terror, and survival. Yet here she wasCchallenging the Alpha, challenging my father. And somehow it felt right. Send Gifts 98 ( Ascension 129 Finished Third Persons POV Ss lips curved faintly, an expression rare as starlight on his otherwise stormChardened face. Good, he murmured, voice low but steady, Ill protect you. No matter what happens, Freya, Ill protect you. His vow lingered in the air, a wolfs promise etched into bone and blood. Across the sprawling halls of the Stormveil estate, Jocelyn stood before a mirror in the guest wing, her breath uneven, her gaze fixed on the reflection staring back at her. Around her pale throat, bruises bloomedCangry red imprints that told a brutal truth. She touched them with trembling fingers, teeth sinking into her lower lip until she tasted copper. Sss hand had been there His ws, his strength, his wrath. He hadnt simply wanted to silence herChe had wanted her dead. All because she had spoken of what should never have been spoken. She had pressed against his scars, against the shadows that writhed in the Irond Alphas chest, and he had nearly ended her. Jocelyns nostrils red. No. It wasnt just that. It was Freya Thorne. Ever since Freya had returned, ever since she had stepped into Ss Whitmors orbit, nothing had been the same. Ss had shiftedCslightly, but enough for those with eyes to see. He had appeared at Arthur Thorne and Myra Browns funeral rites, had lingered near Freya with a protectiveness none had expected. Whispers had spread like wildfire through the Stormveil Packs branches. And the whispers carried teeth. Now, even among Jocelyns peersCwolves of the Metropolitan Pack, heirs of the Stormveils first branchCthere were nces. nces sharp with judgment, pity, mockery. As though she were already a discarded sheCwolf, clinging to a future that no longer wanted her. She wanted to snarl, to bare her teeth at them all. Pathetic? they thought her pathetic? Had they all forgotten? It was her sacrificeCher eyeCforged in pain, that bound Whitmor and Thorne together all these years. It was her blood that bought the Whitmor Alphas cooperation. Without her, the Thorne name would never have enjoyed the Irond Coalitions shelter. And yet Freya, with her untouched skin, with no sacrifice carved into her flesh, was coddled by Ken Thorne, respected by elders, andCworst of allCset apart in Sss gaze. Jocelyns hands tightened on the washbasin, porcin creaking beneath her grip. It should have been mine. His eyes, his vow, his protectionCall of it should have been mine. She tugged her cor higher to mask the bruises, straightened her spine, and stepped out of the washroom. The corridors of Stormveil manor stretched wide, echoing with faint voices. Jocelyn moved quietly, her wolfCsenses alert, when a familiar voice drifted through the stoneCarched halls. Caelum tell me truthfully, do you still carry Freya in your heart? Aurora. Jocelyn froze midCstep, her blood running cold. She tilted her head, wolfCkeen ears straining, then edged closer to the corner of the corridor. Peering past the carved wooden pirs, she caught sight of two figures. Aurora, the Bluemoon Packs Betas daughter, stood poised, her flight leathers unzipped at the cor, her posture taut with barely restrained emotion. Facing her was Caelum, Freyas former mate. I have already severed my bond with Freya Thorne, Caelum said, voice clipped, almost cold. How could she still linger in my heart? Then why, Aurora pressed, eyes narrowing, did you search for those rings? The words hit like ws. Jocelyns pulse quickened. Rings? Finished Auroras exnation followed swiftly, her voice rising with hurt. She had brought Caelum here today to secure Silverfangs share in the ind development project blessed by the Capital. Yet in the midst of negotiation, Caelum had abruptly left the chamber, hisposure fractured. She had followed, only to find him searching the shadowed halls for two small bands of metal. His and Freyas wedding rings. They are nothing more than reminders, Caelum muttered, jaw tight, eyes dark. Reminders of mistakes made. So that my next bond, my next marriage, does not repeat the same failures. His words rang with truth and selfCcondemnation, as though spoken not only to Aurora but to himself. Auroras lips curved bitterly. And if I were to promise you that your next bond would not fall to ruin, that your future will never echo what you and Freya had would you cast them aside then? Her hand unfurled, and Jocelyn caught the gleam. Two ringsCsimple, unadorned, yet heavy with historyy in Auroras palm. Caelums head snapped up. How- I found them when you were searching Auroras tone softened, but the undercurrent of challenge remained. He reached instinctively to take them, but Aurora closed her fist around the rings, drawing her hand back. Three years have passed. I wont waste more time. I wont stand by while you cling to ghosts. With me, Caelum, you wont know such an ending. He hesitated. Conflict rippled across his features, a war between wolf and man. Give me the rings, he said, rough, almost pleading And if I cast them away? Aurora countered. What? His eyes widened as she lifted her hand, tilting it toward the trash bin by the corridor wall. The gleam of metal caught the light, poised to fall into shadow. Caelums hand shot out, gripping her wrist. Dont. His voice cracked like a whip. Auroras eyes red. You im you feel nothing for Freya, yet you cant even watch her rings be discarded? It isnt that! Caelum growled, his wolfs authority rumbling beneath his tone. If they are to be destroyed, then let it be by my handCand in front of Freya herself. Only then will the tether be severed. Only then will the past truly die. Spoken well. The sound of hands pping echoed sharply in the hall. Both Aurora and Caelum turned, startled, to see Jocelyn step from the shadows. Her smile was bright, almost mocking, eyes glittering with satisfaction. Jocelyn, Aurora muttered, lips thinning. The realization hit her instantly: Jocelyn had heard everything. The sheCwolf from Stormveils first branch lifted her chin, all traces of the bruises on her throat hidden beneath her cor. It seems fate enjoys weaving threads. In a few days, the government will hold a groundbreaking ceremony for the ind project. Caelum, AuroraCyou should both attend. Alpha Ss will certainly be there, and She let her smile sharpen. Where Ss goes, Freya follows. The weight of her words dropped like a stone into the silence. Aurora and Caelum exchanged nces, their thoughtsid bare. The groundbreaking would be a ce of power, of alliances, of opportunity. But now, Jocelyn had baited it with something more personalCan arena for closure. If you truly wish to end this, Jocelyn continued, her voice like silk lined with fangs, then there is no better time. No better ce to throw those rings before Freyas eyes and let the past burn. Ascension 130 Finished Third Persons POV Caelum hesitated, his wolf restless beneath his skin. His jaw tightened, his eyes darting between Aurora and Jocelyn. The two womens gazes weighed heavily upon him, demanding, cornering, pressing him to an answer he could not freely give. The truth was simple: he could not truly discard the rings. Those two simple bands of silver still carried Freyas scent, still reminded him of the vows he had once broken. They were anchors of his guilt, reminders of debts he could never repay. To let them go would be to sever thest tie of conscience he still clung to. But now, under the scrutiny of Auroras sharp eyes and Jocelyns sly, venomous smile, denial caught in his throat. The words would not form. Whats this, Alpha Grafton? Jocelyn asked, voice dripping with mockery. You dont want to? Auroras brows pinched, her voice edged with demand. Caelum! He bared his teeth slightly, a wolfs grimace disguised as a smile. Of course I want to. More than thatCattending the inds groundbreaking ceremony is a chance Ive long awaited. Auroras expression softened, if only a fraction. Jocelyns lips curved upward, satisfaction gleaming in her eyes. Good. Jocelyn said smoothly. Ill secure two more invitations from my uncle James. Then, well go together. Inside, her wolf purred with dark amusement. She could already picture it: Freya standing beside Ss Whitmor like some sheltered ward, only to watch her former mate throw their rings away in front of the entire assembly. An abandoned she- wolf, marked by failure and shame, on disy for all the packs to witness. And more than thatCthe whispers would spread. Whitmors prizedpanion, revealed as nothing more than a discarded mate, a woman left behind. Even if Ss did not care now, the constant murmurs, the rising tide of disdain, would corrode him. Perhaps, eventually, he would cast Freya aside too. The thought sent heat coursing through Jocelyns veins. She could almost taste the triumph. Since that night when Ss had been pulled from the forbidden chamber by Freya, the Bloodmoon sheCwolf had rarely left his side. Days blurred together with her presence at his shoulder, nights spent within the confines of his chamber. At first, her vignce had been born of necessity. She had not trusted that the Irond Alpha would not be consumed again by the shadows that wed at him. So that night, she had stood guard in his room, curled upon the sofa, alert to every shift in his breathing. But the following evening, Ss had looked up from the long oak dining table, his voice carrying the calm authority of one who expected obedience. Stay again tonight. In my chambers. Across the table, Wren, Sss loyal secretary, nearly choked on his wine. His eyes darted from Alpha to sheCwolf, disbelief and suppressedughter warring in his expression. Freya rubbed at her temple, flustered. Youre fine now. Theres no need for me to stay in your room another night. Sss gaze held hers, dark as midnight steel. And yet only with you there can I rest. You are my guard now, are you not? Protect me. Her mouth parted, words failing. Against the iron logic of hismand, she could not argue. So once more, she gathered her bedding and pillow, returning to his chamber. Miss T Wren intercepted her in the hall, eyes wide, his voice hushed as though confessing a scandal. Miss Thorne you do realize- alone, with an Alpha, in one chamberCsometimes instincts cannot be controlled. If things go too far, youll need protection. Freya blinked, frowning. Protection? Before she could piece together his meaning, Wren shoved a small box into her hands. Alpha Whitmor wont refuse you. He may even wee it. Freya looked down. The air froze in her lungs. Condoms. Finished Her wolf red with indignation. She wanted to curse Wren to the moon and back. What in the hells is going on in that mans head? The chamber doors creaked, and Sss voice cut through. What are you discussing? Wren straightened, his wolf tail practically between his legs. Nothing, Alpha! Leaving now! He vanished, his footsteps echoing hurriedly down the corridor. The silence that followed felt heavier than stone. Freyas fingers clenched the box until the cardboard bent. She lifted her gazeCand found Sss eyes already upon the item in her hand His expression was unreadable, almost cid, as if he were inquiring about the weather. What is that? Its Wren gave it to me- She froze, her throat constricting as she finally registered what she was holding. Color surged to her cheeks. The Irond Alpha studied the object, his voice steady, unflinching. Do we need to use it? Freya nearly dropped the damn thing. How could he say such a thing in that tone? Calm. Direct. As though they were discussing dinner. Of course not! she burst out, tossing the box into a drawer with almost violent force. A shadow flickered in Sss eyes, quickly veiled. Disappointment. So she still would not have him. Enough, Freya said, desperate to end the mortification. Go to sleep. Talk to me first, Ss replied quietly, a thread of vulnerability hidden beneath hismand. If you speak, perhaps Ill be able to rest. What do you want me to say? Anything. he murmured. In truth, he wanted only the sound of her voiceCthe soft cadence, the gentleness that soothed the storms in his mind. Freya exhaled, reached for a magazine resting on the shelfCa journal on technological advances, something that had caught her interest earlier. Settling back, she began to read aloud, her voice low and melodic, filling the chamber with a calm. rhythm. Ss closed his eyes. The knots in his muscles loosened. His wolf, ever restless, stilled beneath the spell of her presence. Each word she spoke wove a cocoon of quiet around him, and for the first time in many nights, true sleep seemed possible. And as sleep pulled him under, realization coiled sharp and dangerous within his chest. Her voice was light in the dark, her presence a tether pulling him back from the abyss. He was already bing bound, already sinking too deep. A man who had walked through night and blood all his life could not easily give up the sun once he had tasted its warmth. And Ss Whitmor was no man who surrendered lightly. If his wolf craved her, then he would have her. No matter the cost. Send Gifts Ascension 131 Freyas POV . . +8 Pearls Two dayster, I boarded the ferry with Ss. The sea wind was sharp, carrying the brine of the waves and the weight of something inevitable. We were bound for the ind where the Halston Dominion had organized the groundbreaking ceremonyCa show of unity between packs, humans, and industries. I should have been focused on the event itself, on the politics that would thread through every smile and every handshake. But instead, my thoughts snagged on Ss. Youre sure you dont need to see a healer for that condition? I asked quietly, leaning closer as the ferry rocked. I meant the way he had lost himself in the forbidden chamber, as though dragged into a nightmare he could not wake from. Ive already taken my medicine, he replied, calm as stone. Dont trouble yourself. It hasnt surfaced in years. I thought it had been buried for good. But his jaw tightened, betraying the ghost of memory. I could sense the storm beneath his words. His wolf red briefly, bitter and wounded. I knew, even without asking, that Jocelyn Thornes meddling had triggered somethingCdigging at scars best left sealed. His lips pressed thin, his gaze hardening with a dangerous gleam. The ferry moored before I could press further. We disembarked, our boots striking the dock, and the salt wind carried voices ahead of us. There, waiting with smiles sharp as knives, stood Jocelyn alongside several of my ns elders. Jocelyns smile was sweet poison. Alpha Ss, youve finally arrived. Weve been waiting such a long time. She said it as though he hadnt once wrapped his hand around her throat. As if that night of fury and fear had never scarred the air between them. Ss gave her nothingCjust a fleeting nce, cold as steel, before dismissing her entirely. But Jocelyn wasnt deterred. Her gaze flicked to me, the curve of her lips deepening. Oh, Freya, did you know? Your exCmate is here today. He has something he wishes to tell you. A chill crept into my spine. I followed her look, and there he wasCCaelum. He stood with Aurora, daughter of the Bluemoon. Packs Beta, her uniform crisp, her emerald ring gleaming in the sun. Jocelyn lifted her chin, voice bright and cruel. Caelum, Freya is here. Didnt you say you wanted to make a clean break with her? What better time than now? I saw him falter. His shoulders stiffened, his jaw clenched. His eyes flicked between Jocelyn and me, caught in a vise of his own making. Aurora leaned closer, her voice a silkensh. You wouldnt back down, would you, Caelum? If you refuse, I wont force you. But understand thisCif you keep wearing those rings you once shared with her, people will talk. I might not doubt you, but others will. And their whispers will drag us both into the mud. His gaze locked with hers, and I saw the decision settle in his bones. He straightened, mask of resolve sliding into ce. I am not unwilling, he said, voice carrying over the gathering. He reached into his coat, withdrawing two silver bands. Then he stepped forward, each pace deliberate, until he stood before me. Freya, he said, his voice low but steady, I want us to end thisCtruly, once and for all. I let my eyes meet his, cold and sharp. There was nothing left between us to end. He opened his palm. Two cheap rings rested there, dull metal catching the sunlight like mockery. The sight of them wed something raw inside me. You left these behind in the nightstand when the Lunar Severance Phase ended, he continued. I thought it best we dispose of them now. I stared at those worthless rings, the kind youd find tossed on a vendors nket in the back alleys of The Capital. Back then, +8 Pearls I had been so blind, so willing to believe. It doesnt matter if theyre worthless, Freya. If his heart is true, then the metal doesnt matter. I could still hear his voice, the promises whispered in the dark: When I earn more, Ill buy you something finer. These are only the beginning. But the truth? When a man chooses to mark you with trinkets no better than scraps, it means you were never in his heart. Because when his fortunes grew, when wealth poured into his coffers, the ring he bought was not for me. It was for Aurora. My gaze drifted past the silver scraps in his hand, settling instead on the emerald ring gleaming proudly on Auroras finger. The stone was radiant, its green fire impossible to miss. Why are you staring at Auroras ring, Freya? Jocelyns voiceshed out, cruel satisfaction in every word. It doesnt matter how fine her jewels areCtheyll never be yours. Before I could speak, Sss voice cut through the air like a de. You talk too much. Jocelyn flinched as though struck, color draining from her face. I knew she felt itCthe phantom memory of his grip at her throat, the pain that had once silenced her. She swallowed, her bravado faltering. I drew a breath, forcing my voice calm. Ss, this is my affair. Let me deal with it.. Then I turned to Jocelyn, my wolf rising hot within me. And how do you know Auroras ring isnt mine? That emerald was purchased during my marriage to Caelum. He bought it in secretCbehind my back, while I still wore his mates bond. So yes, I have every right to reim it. That ring was bought with betrayal, and it belongs to me. Jocelyn froze, her mask cracking. Around us, I felt the shiftCthe ripple of judgment through the crowd. The elders eyes darkened. The whispers began. I held Caelums gaze, my wolf baring its fangs in silence. And for the first time, he looked as though the ground beneath him might give way. Send Gifts Ascension 132 apter 132 Freyas POV . +8 Pearls Caelums hand trembled. The two silver bands slipped in his palm, nearly tumbling to the stone beneath our feet. The cheap metal caught the sunlight in a way that mocked us both. Aurora stiffened at his side, her eyes zing as she snapped, How dare you im these rings as yours, Freya? Caelum bought them with the money he bled for, building SilverTech Forgeworks from the ground up. If you have any pride at all, buy your own rings with your own earnings instead of clinging to the wealth of others! I let out a lowugh, one sharp enough to draw a hush from the crowd gathered along the pier. My gaze slid toward Caelum, slow and cutting, as if to peel back his mask. Is that so? That money is yours, Caelum? Then may the Fates grant that you keep earning it. Aurora lifted her chin with the arrogance of a newly risen hawk, a gleam of triumph shing in her eyes. Without you dragging him down, hell soar higher than ever. Her hand brushed the emerald ring on her finger. Especially with me by his side. She thought herself untouchable. Fool. You havent learned your lesson, I murmured, stepping past Caelum. The crowd shifted as I closed the distance between myself and Aurora, each step deliberate, my wolf prowling beneath my skin. I halted before her, so close I could hear the quickening of her breath. Last time, I stripped a ne from your throatCjewel stolen in the shadows, a gift he gave you while still bound to me. And yet here you stand again, unting the emerald ring he bought while still tied to my bloodline. Is it that youve worn anothers jewels so long, you truly believe they belong to you? Her cheeks med crimson, the mask cracking. Thief? You dare call me that? This ring was a gift. Caelum gave it to me! My lips curved into a de of a smile. Did he? Then tell me, AuroraCwhy was I forced to wear trinkets so cheap they wouldnt fetch a coin in the markets, while you drape yourself in a stone worth millions? Was his love so thin for me, yet so generous for you? The air shifted, whispers hissing like dry grass in the wind. Wolves from every pack began murmuring to one another, their eyes darting between Auroras flushed face and Caelums rigid stance. The taste of scorn thickened in the air. Aurora faltered, her voice rising shrill. Caelum gave me jewels because I saved his life! Tell them, Caelum! I pulled you from deaths jaws when no one else would. What did she ever give you? A snarl threatened my throat. I seized her right hand, ws of my will tightening over her fingers until she gasped. What are you doing?! she yelped, panic breaking through her facade. Caelum lurched forward, fury zingCbut Ss moved like a shadow, pressing a hand to his shoulder and pinning him where he stood. Take another step, Ss said softly, his voice as calm and inexorable as the sea, and I will shatter your leg. The crowd froze. The menace in his tone carried weight far heavier than mere words. He was the Irond AlphaCwhen he spoke, others listened. No one dared move. Caelums face contorted with helpless rage. Whitmor, you would enable her cruelty? Youre letting Freya abuse her ce, hiding behind your strength! Sss lips curled into something between disdain and amusement. If she wishes to wield power, I will lend her mine. If she chooses to crush you, I will stand beside her. That is what it means when an Alpha decides where his loyalty lies. The words dropped like thunder across the pier Gasps broke out, shock shing across every face. Even my kinCthe Stormveil elders gatheredCstared wideCeyed. Jocelyn Thornes face twisted in disbelief and fury. For years she had clung at Sss side, blinded and broken, yet he had never spoken such words for her. Yet for meCfor the BloodmoonCborn wolf she despisedCSs dered himself my shield. Her eyes burned with venom as she red at me, teeth grinding. But I ignored her. My focus stayed locked on Aurora. I dragged her with me, her wrist clutched in my grip, toward the edge 11:29 AM PP. of the dock. Her breath came in ragged bursts. WhatCwhat are you doing?! she shrieked, panic rising. Freya, dont be reckless! +8 Pearls I smiled coldly. You said you were Caelums savior, that you plucked him from the ckwater when he was bleeding from eight des. Such a feat would mean your swimming is unmatched. Surely these waters hold no fear for you. Her eyes widened, confusion chasing terror across her face. She hadnt yet understood. Then, with a swift twist, I pinched the emerald from her finger. The gem slid free with satisfying ease, glittering in my palm. And with the same motion, I released her hand. Aurora staggered backward, heels slipping on wet stone, and plunged into the sea. The crowd erupted. Help! Help me! she screamed, arms thrashing wildly, her cries echoing against the cliffs. Caelum surged forward, but Sss grip hardened, keeping him caged. Rage carved deep lines across Caelums face, his wolf straining against the leash of control. From behind, Jocelyns voice cut the air, shrill with usation. Freya Thorne! Are you mad? Youll drown her! Youll stain your hands in blood out of petty jealousy! Jealousy? I let the word drip with contempt. My eyes swept the water, calm and ssy, where Aurora sshed like a frightened pup. Then I raised my voice, carrying it over the waves. Strange, isnt it? For one who imed to dive into the raging ckwater and drag a halfCdead Alpha from its depths, she flounders here in waistCdeep tide. I bent, seizing her by the arm, and hauled her upright. The sea only licked at her waist, no higher. Auroras face med crimson as she realized the truthCthat her performance had been nothing but a lie unraveling in the open. I turned then, my gaze locking onto Caelum. The emerald gleamed in my palm, proof of his betrayal. My wolfs growl rumbled beneath my words. Tell me, Caelum, I said, each syble deliberate, unyielding. Do you still believe Aurora was the one who saved you? That she, and not another, dragged you from the ckwater when eight knives pierced your flesh? The silence that followed was thick, electric, heavy with judgment. Every eye on the dock pressed into him. And for the first time, I saw doubt fracture the mask of the Silverfang Alpha. Ascension 133 Freyas POV +8 Pearls Caelum just stood there, staring at me and Aurora. His throat worked, as though something heavy and jagged was lodged there, strangling his words. Auroras face flushed with humiliation, her hair stered against her cheek, seawater dripping down the cheap fabric of her uniform. Yet still, she snapped with that shrill, defensive bite of hers. Freya, I saved Caelums life. Everyone knows it. You cant rewrite what happened just because you cant stand it. You cant smear me. ??????? Iughed, short and sharp, the sound cutting across the hush of the pier. Smear you? Aurora, you tter yourself. Youre not worth the effort. I dragged her by the wrist back to the shoreline and released her with a violent shove. She hit the sand hard, copsing in a heap. Sand clung to her wet clothes, to her face, to the onceCpristine braid down her back. She looked every bit the pathetic thing she was, sprawled out with the ocean clinging to her skin. My own clothes were damp from where I had waded in, but no one watching would dare call me disheveled. I carried the sea like a cloak, the storm like a crown, and I let my wolf prowl just beneath the surface. Aurora scrambled up, her eyes darting frantically to Caelum, clinging to him like a lifeline. It doesnt matter what she does. Caelum trusts me! Dont you? Caelum finally blinked, as though waking from a trance. His gaze slid to hersChesitant, conflictedCand then his jaw tightened. Yes, he said. I trust Aurora. The wordsnded like des. He had already chosen her, long ago. The fool in me had just refused to see it. Aurora exhaled in relief and turned to me, triumphant. You see? He trusts me. Youve humiliated yourself, Freya. Youre nothing but a spectacle now, a bitter wolf howling at shadows. And that emerald ringCgive it back. Stop behaving like a thief who steals what isnt hers. I tilted my head, letting my voice drop to a des edge. That ring was bought with shared resources while he was still bound to me. That makes it mine by right. So tell me, AuroraCwho is the thief here? Her smugness faltered. I took a step closer, my gaze locking with hers. Hear me well, Bluemoon brat. Any time I see you unting jewels bought during my binding with Caelum, I will take them back. One by one. I will strip you bare if I must. Do you understand? Her eyes widened. She opened her mouth, then shut it again. Around us, the crowd whispered, eyes narrowing, some already sneering at her. She had no defense, not when the truth gnawed at her heels. Even she knew it. I turned then, ignoring her, and walked straight to Caelum. My pulse thundered, but my voice came calm, deliberate. You wanted an end between us, didnt you? Then where are the rings, Caelum? His body stiffened. Slowly, almost unwillingly, his hand opened. Two rings sat in his palm. Simple, cheap metal bands, bought at some marketce stall years ago. Our marriage tokens. They looked so small there in his handCsoughably fragile, so pitifully unworthy of the vows I had given. I stared at them, and suddenly a bitterugh broke free. Iughed at the girl I had once been, the girl who had thought Caelum Grafton was a mate worth bleeding for. Iughed at how blind Id been, giving him my trust, my loyalty, my everythingConly to realize he had never given me his Without hesitation, I plucked the rings from his hand. My ws itched to pierce the cheap metal, but instead, I walked to the edge of the dock and flung them into the sea. The bands spun once in the air, caught the light for a heartbeat, then vanished beneath the waves. The tide seized them, pulling them into its dark belly, gone forever. 11:30 AM P P Caelum inhaled sharply. You- +8 Pearls His voice cracked, cut off. He hadnt expected it. Hadnt expected me to sever the bond so ruthlessly, with no trace of regret. His eyes widened as he stared at me, as though I had torn the ground out from under him. He had carried those rings all this time, clutching them like relics of something worth saving. And I had thrown them away like the scraps they were. Garbage. I turned my gaze back to him, my voice steady, final. Its done, Caelum. This is the end. For the first time in years, I felt light. Empty, yesCbut empty in a way that meant I had space again. Room to breathe. Room to fight for myself. He lifted his head sharply, staring at me as though hed never seen me before. His hand twitchedCinstinctively reaching out, aching to pull me back. But before he could touch me, a shadow moved between us. Ss struck his hand aside with casual force, his presence radiating danger. Youve lost that right, Ss said, his tone like steel wrapped in ice. You no longer have the im. Then he fell into step beside me, as though he had always belonged there. The two of us walked away from the pier, my heart still pounding in my chest. I did not look back. I didnt need to. I knew Caelum was watching us, watching me leave him behind. And I knew he felt itCthe hollow emptiness, the realization that what he had lost was not just two worthless rings. He had lost me. C Later, I changed into dry clothes in the rest chamber. The saltwater still clung faintly to my skin, a reminder of the storm I had unleashed, but I weed it. When I opened the door, Ss was there, leaning against the frame, arms crossed. His wolfCshadow was impossible to ignore -looming, protective, unwavering. You I blinked at him. Why are you still here? His eyes caught mine, sharp as obsidian. Waiting, he said simply. Two sybles, nothing moreCbut in them was a weight I could not mistake. Waiting for me. For a heartbeat, I forgot how to breathe. Then I pulled my shoulders back. Weve wasted enough time. The cornerstone ceremony begins soonCwe should go. Ss inclined his head in agreement, and together we strode toward the gathering. My wolf stretched within me, no longer shackled by Caelums shadow, and for the first time in too long, I felt the stirrings of something fierce. Freedom. Send Gifts Ascension 134 Third Persons POV 0 0 +8 Pearls On the trail leading toward the ceremonial grounds, Ssrs voice broke through the coastal wind. His tone was low, steady, yet carried the weight of an Alpha whose words rarely fell without purpose. Youve truly severed all ties with Caelum Grafton? Freya lifted her gaze toward the horizon, the salt air tangling with her scent. What else would you call it? Whether those two rings were cast into the sea or left behind, the bond was already broken. When I abandoned them on the bedside table and walked out of the Silverfang estate, I had already shed that life. I had no use for rings, no use for vows, and no use for him. She had not expected Caelum to bring the wedding bands here, like relics dragged from a grave. Sss expression remained cool, though the faintest ripple of a smile crossed his face, softening the cold steel in his gaze for a fleeting moment. Thats good, he murmured, and though his words were simple, there was something dangerous about the approval behind themClike an Alpha marking his choice in the presence of others. Elsewhere, in the guest wing prepared for the Bluemoon emissaries, Auroras hands shook as she stripped off her damp clothes. She scrubbed herself raw under the shower, but no heat of water could wash away the humiliation she had suffered. Fresh garments clung to her body when she stepped out, only to find Caelum seated heavily on a leather sofa, his eyes fixed on the open palm of his hand. The rings. His thumb traced a ghost that was no longer there. Caelum, Aurora ventured, her voice too sweet, too coaxing. Whats on your mind? He blinked, startled, and quickly closed his hand as if caught. Nothing. His voice was firm but unconvincing. He rose slightly, searching her face. Youre unharmed? Auroras lips curled into bitterness. This is all Freya Thornes doing. She wants me dead, First she ripped away the ne, now even the ring you gave me. She wont stop until I have nothing. Ill buy you better, Caelum promised, his voiceden with guilt, Everything she stole, Ill rece. That cated her. A little. But Caelums mind did not rest. Aurora why were you so panicked in the water earlier? You always swam well. Otherwise, you couldnt have saved me back then, when the current nearly took me. Aurora froze, just for an instant, before stering her indignation across her face. Are you using me? Do you think it wasnt me who pulled you out of the river? He faltered, then shook his head quickly. No. Not using. Only it seemed strange. Her voice sharpened, defensive. It was sudden. Ive been abroad for yearsCwithout training, without practice. Anyone could freeze for a moment. If you truly doubt me, then stop calling me your savior. I never asked for that title. I told you beforeCI didnt pull you from the water to chain you in obligation. Back then you were nothing, Caelum. I owed you nothing Shame flickered across his face. Because he had doubted her. Because Freyas shadow had seeped into his thoughts. Im sorry, he whispered. Aurora sighed, feigning graciousness. Forget it. Shes poisoned you against me. But enough of this. Focus on the future. Ive heard from the Thorne eldersCthe city council is interested in your drone initiative. Silver Tech Forgeworks may secure the partnership. Youre thriving now, Caelum. Without Freya, youre stronger. His lips pressed into a thin line. He could not tell her that the proposal she praised was not wholly his. The designs were Freyas work, drafted in the final months before she left SilverTech. The patentCher patentCtiled during their binding It was theft dressed as enterprise. +8 Pearls Still, Caelum soothed his conscience with easy lies. She abandoned thepany. She abandoned me. Her work was ours, and what was ours, I imed. It belongs to SilverTech. It belongs to me. The cornerstone ceremony began as dusk settled over the ind. The gathering ce, ringed by banners of steel and cloth, filled with figures of power: government officials, council liaisons. and the scions of the major packs who had invested in the construction of the ind base. Their presence was more than ceremonialCit was a deration of dominion, a contest of who would stand tallest when the project waspleted. Among the crowd, Ss Whitmor stood apart. Towering, dark, unmistakable, the Alpha of the Irond Coalition.manded attention with presence alone. At his side, Freya drew eyes that carried whispers with them. Not all of those whispers were kind. Jocelyns re was sharp enough to cut stone. The heiress of Stormveils first branch had expected this day to be Freyas undoing. She had wanted the world to see Freya as abandoned, discarded, humiliatedCa sheCwolf stripped of mate and standing. But the tide had betrayed her. It was Aurora who had been shamed. Caelum who bore the stain of weakness. And Freya who now stood in the shadow and strength of Ss Whitmor, the most unyielding Alpha in the Coalition. Those who watched took note. The implication was clear. ww Jocelyns nails dug crescents into her palm. Her jaw tightened, fury smoldering beneath the mask of courtesy. At her side, Abel Thorne, her uncle, leaned close. His voice was gravel, edged with warning. Jocelyn. Ss Whitmor is not a man you can bend. She turned sharply toward him, eyes narrowed. Uncle, you told me otherwise. You told me if I could bind him to me, the first branch would rise above the others. That was the n. That was before, Abel said tly. His gaze slid toward Freya. Before she returned. Back then, perhaps you had a chance. Ss kept women at a distance, but he bore guilt toward you. He gave Stormveil favors, in business and war. But now He shook his head. Now, the path is closed. jocelyn followed his eyesCstraight to Freya, standing tall beside Ss, no longer the castCoff, no longer the broken mate. Her aura burned sharp, defiant, as if the Bloodmoon wolf within her had risen atst. And Jocelyn knew. The crowd knew. Freya Thorne was not prey. She was not abandoned. She was dangerous. The sea wind howled through the banners, carrying with it the scent of change. Send Gifts 98 Ascension 135 Third Persons POV Jocelyn had once believed herself the woman closest to Ss. +8 Pearls For years, she had convinced herself that his aloofness toward females was simply his natureCthat the Irond Alphas blood ran too cold for passion, too controlled for affection. He was a man of power, forged of iron and shadow, who could look at queens and warriors alike and see nothing but background noise. But what Jocelyn had witnessed at the shoreline shattered that illusion. She had seen him moveCtruly moveCnot for the defense of territory or pack, but for Freya. The way he had stepped forward, his aura rising like a steel storm, his dominance breaking through the airCSs had chosen to act for her. It was not nothing. 717 And Jocelyn, sharpCeyed and politically bred, knew exactly what that meant. When an Alpha like Ss bent his will to shield a woman, when the wolf stirred from within to im rather than dismissCthat was not strategy. That was instinct. That was heart. Her stomach coiled in resentment. She turned to her uncle, Abel Thorne, who stood with the calm detachment of one who had seen stormse and go. So, Uncle, she said, voiceced with a bitterugh, youve decided that Freya is the better bet for Stormveils fortune? That because Ss favors her, I am suddenly dispensable? Abels sigh came heavy, weighted with the tired patience of an elder. Jocelyn, I say this for your good. For my good? Jocelyns eyes gleamed with venomous light. You mean to tell me that all these years I wed my way into Stormveils recognition, that I sacrificed more than any of your pureCblooded heirs, only for you to toss me aside the moment Freya appears? Dont forgetCStormveil stands where it does today because I paid the price. Because I lost an eye to ensure our Pack a foothold in the Ashboone. Her words hissed like a wounded wolfs snarl. But Abels gaze hardened, and for once, he did not soften his tone. Do not forget, child, that sacrifice gave you entry. You were born outside Stormveils core bloodline. Without that act, you would have been kept at arms length. You call yourself savior, yet it was the opening that allowed you through the gates. Do not mistake circumstance for merit. His meaning pierced her like a w. It was true. The scars she carried, the missing eye she unted as proof of loyaltyCthey had allowed her to climb into the halls of Stormveil Primal Hall and sit among heirs who bore Ken Thornes blood. But she had not risen by strength or cunning. She had risen on debt, on pity, and on Ss Whitmors asional indulgence of her presence. And now, with Freya Thorne at Sss side, even that thin thread unraveled. Abel had spoken enough. He let the matter die, folding his arms as though her bitterness were beneath furtherment. Jocelyn could only seethe in silence, her wolf bristling beneath her skin. The ceremony stretched into itstter hours, the cornerstones of steel and stone already blessed with the oaths of leaders and signed by mortal dignitaries. At the tail end of the event, a sudden roar split the sky. The crowd turned as one. Reporters surged forward, cameras shing in a frenzy, voices rising into a tide of awe Freya lifted her head, her instincts sharpening. Above the cleared strip of runway, five figures strode in formationCwolves cloaked in human guise, wearing the crisp uniforms of aviators. Their boots struck the tarmac like war drums as they approached five sleek aircraft, Zivko Edge 540s, their wings gleaming like knives beneath the sun. At their center walked Aurora. Chin high, shoulders squared, the Bluemoon Betas daughter radiated triumph. She was the only female in the formation, yet +8 Pearls she walked as though the sky itself bent for her. The crowd devoured her presence, the journalists feeding her the attention she craved. Her lips curved into a satisfied smile. Aurora had been suspended from active duty; whispers of disgrace had gnawed at her reputation. But thisCthe flying disy tied to the inds cornerstone charity gCwas her stage for rebirth. With orphans from the Ashbourne shelters watching, and donors prepared for the postCperformance auction, she would shine brighter than ever. A dazzling flight, a calcted donation, and her name would climb again, back into respect. She would not settle for secondCinmand. Not after all she had bled for. Not when she had tasted the sky and wanted it all. Her eyes flickered, catching Freya in the crowd. A smirk twisted her lips. Freya had humiliated her before, but the sky was Auroras domain. Here, she would prove their differenceCone belonged to the earth, scarred soldier with nothing but fists; the other belonged to the air, celebrated, praised, untouchable. Engines roared. One by one, the nes thundered down the strip and wed into the heavens. Auroras aircraft led the formation, the tip of the spear. The five Zivkos carved through the sky in spirals, dives, and barrel rolls, painting trails of white smoke like banners of conquest. The crowd below erupted with gasps and cheers. Among them, Jocelyn spotted Ss standing beside Freya. Her pulse tightened. She drifted closer, her tone sweetened with false innocence. Ss, she said lightly, how do you find the disy? The lead pilot is my cousin AuroraCfirst female captain in the Bluemoon Airborne Wing. Sss gaze slid toward her, a de of steel cutting through pretense. The curve of his mouth held something between mockery and indifference. Jocelyn felt skinned under that stare, as if he peeled away her words until nothing remained but the hunger beneath. But she pushed forward, voice carrying venom wrapped in silk. No wonder Caelum Grafton cast Freya aside for her. Freya cannotpare. She has no ce in high skies, no gift for strategy or invention. She is strong, yes, brutishly so, but that is all. Fists are cheap. Wealth buys strength. Guards can be hired. But brilliance? That belongs to women like Aurora. The words were meant to bite, meant to show Freyas unworthiness. Sss reply was a growl, quiet but sharp enough to chill the marrow. Your tongue must be terribly idle, Jocelyn, if it spends itself on such useless things. Her pride red, but before she could retreat, Freya herself turned, her voice cutting like a hawks cry. And you? Do you fly, Jocelyn? Caught, Jocelyn sneered. I dont need to. I hold a seat in Stormveils council. Without me, the Thorne fortunes would not stand where they do today. That is power Freya will never hold. Compared to me, she is still nothing. She lifted her chin high, the arrogance of survival worn as armor. But deep inside, Jocelyn felt the press of shadows, the sense that she had already lost something more valuable than a council seat: Sss gaze. And wolves lived and died by the eyes of their Alphas. Ascension 136 Freyas POV Its nothing more than favors handed down from the Whitmor line, I said, my tone deliberately t, deliberately unflinching. +8 Pearls The words hit Jocelyn like ws across her pride. Her face cracked, the smug confidence shattering in front of Ss gaze. She hadnt expected me to speak so inlyCnot here, not in front of him. But those favors, I continuedzily, folding my arms, are not yours. They can be given by others just as easily as they can be taken away. Best not to mistake borrowed power for your own strength. Jocelyns cheeks flushed crimson. Rage twisted her wolfs scent, acrid and sharp in the air. She snapped, raising her hand toward me like she might dare strike. I didnt move. I didnt need to. Ss was faster. His hand mped around her wrist with the cold precision of iron jaws. His voice spilled out, low and cial, the kind of sound that made the wolf in my bones shiver. Do you no longer value this hand, Jocelyn? Her breath hitched. I saw the memory sh across her eyesCthe time hed had her throat pinned, his dominance pouring into her veins until she could barely breathe. She knew the risk of defying him. She knew he didnt bluff. I was only Jocelyn stammered, her voice high, brittle.Conly angered that Freya belittled the bond between us. As if it nothing but exchange. Sss gaze was a stormcloud before lightning. Exchange? he murmured, almost thoughtful. Thats all it ever was. You bartered an eye and received Stormveils protection and the Whitmors patronage. A transaction, Nothing more. Her entire body went rigid. The weight of his words pressed her into silence. Before I could decide whether to sneer or simply walk away, the rumble of engines filled the sky. The air shifted; the Iron Fang Recon training in me red instinctively, cataloging sound, distance, threat. But this was not warCit was spectacle. Auroras show had ended. The Bluemoon Betas daughter climbed down from her cockpit, peeling off her helmet with the practiced grace of someone who knew how to court eyes and attention. A flock of journalists surged forward, shing cameras and shouting questions. I could practically smell the money shed funneled into their pocketsCseveral of those voices were too eager, too rehearsed. And behind her, shadowing like a misced sentinel, walked Caelum Grafton My chest tightened for the briefest moment, but I refused to let it show. Miss Aurora, are you and Lord Grafton in a rtionship? one reporter asked. Caelum stiffened. I knew that posture. He hadnt expected the question. But Aurora? Aurora was ready. She shed the sweetest smile, leaned toward the microphones, and said, Yes. Caelum and I are together now. Congrattory shouts exploded from the press line. Caelums lips pressed thin. His eyes flickeredCpast Aurora, past the crowd, straight toward me. I gave him nothing. No blink, no flinch, not even a shift of scent. To anyone watching, I was stone. Either I hadnt heard, or I didnt care. And maybe that was what infuriated him mostCthat I could look at him, my former mate, and give less than ash The ache he carried rolled across the space between us like smoke, but I did not inhale it. I turned my head away Then another voice rose, sharp and calcted. Alpha Grafton only finalized his Lunar Severance Phase recently. Some might say its quick to already be courting again. Anyment? +8 Pearls Aurorasugh rang falseCsweet. Caelum and I were friends long before. It was only after his severance that we realized how much we meant to each other. I thank the Fates every day that his ties were brokenCotherwise, how could I have found the love of my life? And with those words, she turned, looking directly at me. Her eyes glimmered with mock gratitude, her voice dripping with poison disguised as silk. Freya, I should thank you. Without your severance, I never would have found Caelum. F It wasnt gratitude. It was deration. It was a wolfs challenge, dressed in mortalnguage. Suddenly, every gaze in the courtyard swung to me. Reporters swarmed, closing in like vultures scenting carrion. Freya Thorne, what do you think about Aipha Grafton and Auroras rtionship? I let out a single, sharpugh. No thoughts worth wasting. The man blinked, thrown by the sharpness. Still, he pressed again, his voice eager, overeagerCthe cadence of someone already bought. Aurora is the first female pilot of the Bluemoon Wing. Do you feel ufortable.. seeing your former mate with someone so aplished? Ufortable? The word was meant to cut. Instead, it almost made me smile. No, I answered bluntly. Not in the least. The reporters jaw worked, desperate. But surely you have an opinion on Auroras aerial performance today. After all, she has skills you simply do not. I turned my eyes on himCslowly, deliberately. A soldiers stare. The kind that made lesser wolyes swallow back their tongues. Since youre asking for critique, I said, then Ill give it to you. Her performance was sloppy. She overpowered the throttle, couldnt hold her speed steady, and needed the others to adjust around her mistakes. Worst of all, her approach speed onnding was reckless. If luck hadnt favored her, she mightve overshot the strip entirely. The man froze. His recorder trembled in his hand. The trap he hadid for me had be a noose for Aurora instead. Auroras face nched, then hardened. Youre just trying to discredit me! she snapped, her wolfCscent sour with anger. Exactly, the reporter chimed in, scrambling to save her. Miss Aurora is a coCpilot of high standing. Years of flight experience. You cannot dismiss that so easily. Besides, do you even know how to fly? Jocelyn pounced then, her voice sharp with mockery. Ha! She probably hasnt even touched a cockpit. Freya cant fly. Shes nothing more than fists and scars. The words hung in the airCuntil Ss Whitmors voice sliced through them. She wasmander of the Iron Fang Recon Unit, he said, his tone colder than winter steel. His eyes swept over Jocelyn like she was an insect pinned to ss. Do you truly believe amander of that caliber wouldnt know her way around an aircraft? Jocelynsugh died in her throat. Her smirk copsed into silence. And I stood there, calm and still, though inside, my wolf stretched, prowling beneath my skin. Because in that moment, it wasnt Auroras performance or Caelums betrayal that filled me with fireCit was the knowledge that Ss Whitmor, Alpha of the Irond Coalition, had spoken for me. And in the world of wolves, that meant more than any headline. Ascension 137 Third Persons POV T +8 Pearls Even if she once knew how to fly, Jocelyn snapped, her chin lifted in stubborn defiance, shes been out of service for Skills fade. Shes nowhere near as sharp as Aurora. For her to nitpick like thatCwhat else could it be but malice? years. Ssugh was a cold de, scraping against the air. Malice? His silver eyes cut into her, making Jocelyns wolf flinch back though her lips tried to hold the sneer. We have others here who fly, dont we? Ask them whether her words were maliceCor fact. The pilots who had shared the sky during Auroras performance exchanged uneasy looks. Silence stretched, taut as a bowstring, before one finally stepped forward. His voice was steady, but there was a tremor under the weight of Whitmors gaze. Shes right. Thornes assessment was urate. Auroras descent was unstable, her throttle uneven. If luck hadnt held, she might have overshot the strip. The others nodded, reluctant but unable to contradict the truth. The performance had been recorded. To defend Aurora now would be to damn themselvester, once footage was reyed and dissected by sharper eyes. No pilot could afford to mark themselves a liar., Auroras face darkened, her wolfs pride bristling beneath her skin. How much did she pay you to side with her? she spat, her voice trembling with rage. Nothing, the pilot said firmly. We speak truth. If you doubt it, release the footage and let experts in aerialbat weigh their judgment. Aurora faltered, her lips parting, then snapping shut. For once, she had no answer. Freya stood silent, her gaze hard, her voice colder than the wind off the northern cliffs. Your skill is poor. Youd do better to spend your time training than parading before cameras. If you take a cockpit unprepared, every soul strapped behind you is at risk of death. Do not mistake spectacle for mastery. Aurora flushed crimson, the shame scorching her cheeks as cameras shed and microphones thrust closer. She had wanted to break Freya before the crowd, to paint her as bitter and obsolete. Instead, it was Aurora herself who staggered beneath the re of shing lights. The Bluemoon Betas daughter clutched at Caelums arm, dragging him from the press. Her wolfCtail of pride hung limp, her eyes too bright with fury. The spectacle had reversed on her, and every lens had caught it. Shes malicious, Aurora hissed once clear of the crowd. Her nails dug crescents into Caelums sleeve. So what if she flew before? Its been years. Her edge is gone, her instincts dulled. Skills like that decay. She only spoke to humiliate me! Caelum said nothing. Her words struck against the silence inside his chest, but did not stick. Because memory rose unbidden, unrelenting. Thest airshow before their Lunar Severance Phase. He had stood in the crowd, an outsider to the art of flight, and yet even he could see the difference. Freya, high above the earth, moving like stormwind made flesh. The iron bird obeyed her hands with terrifying graceCdives sharper, rolls cleaner,ndings smooth as a hawk striking stone. No hesitation, no falter. She had been magnificent. Not dulled. Not diminished. Certainly not clumsy. Even he had seen it. And he was no pilot. But with Auroras fingers mped hard around his wrist, her wolf radiating humiliation and anger, the truth stayed locked behind his teeth. He swallowed it. And then- A scream cut through the noise of the gathered crowd. A high, piercing cry that sent every wolfs ears twitching, every instinct on edge. 123 +8 Pearls Child overboard! The seas taken a child! The gathering had drawn orphans from Ashbournes home, paraded here for the charity drive tied to the foundation ceremony. Now one of them had been swallowed by the tide, a small figure tossed like driftwood in the surf. Waves smashed against the stone edge, pulling, dragging, hungry. The boys head vanished beneath the foam, reappeared with a shriek, then was dragged further out. Caelums wolf surged forward inside him. His body tensed, ready to leap into the water. But before he could, Auroras grip tightened, sharp as a trap around his hand. Dont, she hissed. Her eyes were wide, not with fear for the child, but fear for him. Fear of risk. Fear of what it might mean if he went under. For a moment he thought hed misheard. This was AuroraCdaughter of Bluemoons Beta, a woman who had fought so hard to shine. Yet she would hold him back? While a child drowned? The memory hit him like a blow. A different river, swollen with storm. His body limp, consciousness slipping, lungs filling with water- and the woman who had plunged in without hesitation. The woman who had hauled him back from death with her own torn lungs, her own blood in the water. Freya. And now, as if summoned by the Fates, another figure leapt. Freyas body cut through the surf in a blur of strength. She hit the water, head vanishing beneath a wave, then breaking through again as she swam hard, each stroke ripping her closer to the child. Caelums eyes widened. His breath stilled. For a heartbeat, the two moments became oneChis past and this presentyered together. Her figure blurred, doubling: the wolf who had once saved him, and the wolf who now raced to save another. The storm inside his chest cracked open. Freya was a soldier still. Amander still. Her instincts had never dulled. And gods, how he had forgotten the sight of her wolf when it burned brightest. Cameras swung from Aurora to the water, capturing the Iron Fang veterans form as she surged against the current. Every wave smashed against her shoulders, every pull of the sea dragged her deeper, but she fought, teeth bared, eyes locked on the child. Ss watched too. The Irond Alphas tall frame stood rigid, his face stoneCbut his scent betrayed the crack in hisposure. His wolf stood frozen, blood cold, as he stared at the woman in the sea. Waves crashed over her head. She vanished, reappeared, dove again. She was going deeper, not retreating. For a terrible heartbeat, it looked as though the ocean might take her. Sss blood iced. Breath halted in his chest. His mind screamed of lossCof his mother, of the woman gone beneath waves never to surface again. Would Freya be taken too? Would she vanish, swallowed in the same merciless maw? He felt his body move before his mind decided. His feet struck stone, muscles coiled. And then he was running, the spray of the surf in his face, his body throwing itself toward the sea after her. He could not watch her drown. Not her. Never her. Ascension 138 Ss POV She cannot be harmed. +8 Pearls The thought rips through me like amand from the marrow of my bones, more primal than the voice of any Alpha before me. Alpha Whitmor! My guards burst from the shadows, loyal wolves of the Irond Coalition who have followed me through blood and steel. Their instincts are correctCthey move to block me, to preserve the Alphas safety. My life is their mission, their oath. But they do not understand. I twist away from one, body fueled by the raw surge of my wolf. Another lunges, hand outstretched to restrain me, and I strikeCshoulder low, momentum highCsending him crashing over my hip in a brutal throw that cracks against stone. The others hesitate, uncertain if they should pursue, and in that breath of hesitation I am free. My eyes find her. Only her. Freyas body cleaves through the sea, the Bloodmoon Packs me drowning itself in dark waves for the sake of a child not her own. Each time the surf crashes down, my chest constricts until I think Ill split open. I do not see the child. I do not see the crowd. I see only herCsmall against the vast fury of the tide, but unyielding. And then I am running. Running like a wolf with death at its heels. Gasps erupt around me as I hurl myself into the oceans maw. The water is a ck beast, teeth of foam biting, ws of current dragging me down. The salt stings my eyes, fills my mouth. But my body fightsCevery muscle, every ounce of strength honed from years of battleCand I cut through toward her. They will call it madness. The Alpha of the Irond Coalition, risking his life in a storm for a child. No- for her. They will whisper, specte, dissect my motives. But none of that matters. The truth beats louder than the waves: my wolf would not let me stand idle while Freya faced the abyss alone. I catch her atst. Her hair, dark and stered to her cheeks, her arms straining as she hauls the limp child against her. Her breath is ragged, every stroke slower than thest. She is faltering. And if she falters now- I surge beside her, my hand finding the boys frail arm. I take the burden, feel the weight drag at me, and with that she gasps, freed enough to breathe, to keep swimming. She looks at me, startled, saltwater clinging to hershes. But theres no time for words. We push, side by side, wolves against the sea. Together, we reach the shore. Hands drag the child from us, medics already descending like hawks, pounding on the small chest, forcing air back into drowning lungs. I hear the cough, the sputter, the fragile heartbeat returning, but it is all far away. Because Freya stumbles. Her strength is spent, her body trembling with the aftermath of the oceans rage. She sways, and before she can fall I am there, my arm sliding around her waist. The contact sears meCskin against damp fabric, her body weak yet alive beneath iny touch. Steady, I murmur, but my voice is rougher than I intended, torn raw by fear. She thanks meCalways soposed, even now, even when the sea has nearly devoured her. She speaks as if I am only a support, as if she can dismiss me the moment she finds her footing. But she cannot. Not this time. Before she can pull away, I crush her against me. My arms lock around her, desperate, unrelenting. The embrace is tight, but gods, I force my strength to bend, terrified of hurting her Terrified of losing her. 11:30 AM P Her voice brushes against my ear, soft, bewildered. Ss? C ̎ +2 Pearls I bury my face into the curve of her neck, inhaling salt and wolfCscent, the sharp tang of adrenaline mixed with the warmth that is wholly hers. I do not answer, because I cannot. Words are too weak. Only thisCher pulse beneath my lips, the reality of her body held in my armsCcan quiet the storm in me. She lives. She is here. I had thought myself beyond fear. I had buried too manyCwarriors, kin, even my mother beneath the cruel tides. I had promised myself never again to tremble for another life. But here I am, my hands shaking as if I were a boy, my chest shuddering with something I cannot name. I do not want to imagine the sea swallowing her. I do not want to imagine the world where Freya Thorne vanishes beneath waves, her fire extinguished. She asks me what is wrong. Her voice is calm, but I can hear her wolfs curiosity beneath it, the edge of concern. She tests the hold, but I do not release her. I cannot. The tremor betrays meCthe quiver of my fingers against her back, the violent shiver of my frame. Yes, I am trembling. Like prey, not predator. Like a pup, not Alpha. Is it weakness? Perhaps. But it is also truth. I am Ss Whitmor, Alpha of the Irond Coalition. To most, I am steel incarnate, unbreakable, untouchable. But in this moment, wrapped around the woman who flung herself into deaths jaws, I am only a wolf clinging to the one thing that matters more than duty, more than legacy, more than survival itself. She whispers, Dont be afraid. Its over. Were safe. Her words should soothe. But they dont. Because even safe, even here in my arms, the tremors dont stop. The fear still coils in my gut like a living thing. It isnt the sea I fear. It isnt death. It is the realization of how much she matters. And how easily she could be gone. Ascension 139 Third Persons POV The fear lingering in Ss body did not fade. It clung to him, boneCdeep, muscleCdeepCa primal, choking terror. +8 Pearls His arms tightened around her as if the storm itself might rip her away again. Salt water dripped from his hair, slid across the sharp lines of his face, but he did not care. His wolf thrashed inside him, wing, howling, demanding he hold her tighter. Freya His voice broke low against her ear, roughened by sea and truth. Ive realizedCI truly love you. Freya stiffened in his embrace. Her breath hitched, her eyes widening in disbelief. Had she heard him wrong? Love? He said he loved her? 610 But then Sss next words cut through the crash of the tide and the murmurs of the crowd, a vow clear and undeniable. More than I thought possible, he whispered hoarsely. More than I believed myself capable of. Dont make me feel this fear again, Freya. Dont throw yourself into the jaws of death like that. Her lips parted, her voice a stunned murmur. What? Ss finally lifted his head. His ck eyes locked onto hers, sharp as a de yet trembling with vulnerability. His entire body was drenched, water coursing from his hair and jaw, his skin pale from cold and exhaustion. But it wasnt the ocean that had shaken himCit was her. Unlike the calm, icy facade the Alpha of the Irond Coalition usually wore, tonight his gaze was fractured, unsteady, filled with raw terror and an ache so deep it threatened to undo him. From now on, Ss vowed, his voice a low growl, the ones you want to save, Ill save with you. The dangers you want to face, Ill face at your side. Whatever you want to achieve, I will move the mountains and carve the rivers until you have it. You dont need to throw yourself to the wolves of fate. You dont need to risk your life alone. Every word was drenched with the weight of his wolfs oath. He would not break it. Freya could only stare, her pulse hammering in her throat. He was serious. The man she had untouchableChere he was, trembling, breaking, confessing. once thought cold, distant, Then Ss lowered his head further. His lips brushed the back of her hand, reverent, as though she were something sacred, untouchable by the filth of the world. His kiss was not one of dominance, but of supplication, a vow pressed against her skin. Dont leave me, Freya, he breathed. His words were fragile as ash, fierce as fire. Not in any form. Not for anyone. Not for death itself. The whisper drifted into the night air, but it struck like thunder in the hearts of those who watched. Not far away, Caelums blood drained from his face. His wolf snarled silently inside, rage and loss wing through his ribs. The sight before him was unbearableCSs Whitmor clutching Freya like she was his mate, his entire being copsing into her presence. It was a picture that seared into Caelums vision, a wound deeper than any de. For a moment, he nearly lunged forward, ready to rip her from Sss arms, to remind the Irond Alpha that Freya was not his to im. Caelum! The sharp voice cut through his haze. Aurora was watching him with narrowed eyes. Caelum blinked, the storm inside him barely leashed, and turned toward her. Auroras lips curled into a disdainful smirk. It seems Freya has more cunning than I gave her credit for. ImagineCshe leaps into the ocean before all these witnesses, Ss follows, and now look at the scene theyve created. Cameras everywhere Do you not see? She wanted the attention. The headlines will sing of her heroics. Its nothing but a staged disy, Her words dripped with scorn, but Caelum remained silent. 11:30 AM P P Showboating. Aurora continued, arms folded across her chest. Thats all it is. +8 Pearls But Caelums wolf surged violently at that im. Showboating? No. He had seen Freyas face as she dove. There had been no calction there, no performance. Only ferocity, only resolve. She hadnt hesitated. She had gone after the drowning child when no one else did. That wasnt theater. That was truth. He remembered the feel of river water years ago, when he had nearly drowned, when a hand had pulled him back from the brink. He remembered Auroras face above him, remembered believing her courage, her sacrifice. And nowChe heard her words, dismissing Freyas act of pure instinct, pure wolfCspirit, as nothing but vanity. Something twisted in him. Thats enough, Aurora, Caelum snapped, his Alpha voice rising, sharp as a whip. Freya was saving a child. Dont you dare cheapen that. Just as you once pulled me from the riverCwhat? Was that for attention too? Was that for an audience? Auroras expression faltered, color draining from her cheeks. You cantpare the two! When I saved you, there were no reporters, no crowd to witness- Then why didnt you move tonight? Caelum pressed, eyes burning into hers. So many stood on that shore. Why was Freya the first? Why was she the only one who didnt hesitate? Aurora stiffened, her voice sharp. Youre defending her. 22 Im stating the truth. Caelums tone was iron, though his lips trembled. His eyes softened with conflict, with pain. Aurora, once, I remembered you as someone who would leap into the water without fear, someone who risked herself to save me. That memory He shook his head, his voice low. That memory is what made me believe in you. But tonight, with a child drowning, you stood still. You stopped me from going after him. And I cant reconcile that with the woman I thought you were. Auroras breath hitched, and for a moment, panic flickered in her eyes. I stopped you because I care too much for you! I couldnt let you risk yourself. If Freya hadnt leapt, I would have gone. Do you not understand? Caelums gaze lingered on her, heavy, searching. Would you? he asked quietly. Her jaw tightened. Do you doubt me? Not doubt, he said slowly, though the words tasted like ash. But something feels different. As if the woman who once pulled me from the river is not the one standing here before me. Auroras mask cracked, and fear flitted across her expression. She reached for anger instead. If you cant trust me, if youd rather believe in her, then perhaps we should end this charade. Ill tell the press myself that you and I share no bond. Caelum flinched, his wolf recoiling. Aurora, no. Thats not what I meant. I never said I dont trust you. His voice dropped, weary. I just dont understand you anymore. And as the waves hissed against the shore, as Ss still clung to Freya with trembling arms, Caelums heart clenched. Because deep down, he knewChe was already losing something, someone, that mattered more than he dared admit. Send Gifts Ascension 140 Third Persons POV +8 Pears Auroras voice cut sharp through the saltCwashed air, her expression taut, her eyes flicking toward the distance where Freya stood with Ss. Then let us never speak of this again, Aurora said, her voice edged with frost. She turned her face toward the sheCwolf in question, her jaw tightening. She would notCcould notCallow Freya to unravel the carefully woven bonds she had secured. Aurora had built her ce beside Caelum with precision and calction. She would not see it undone. Caelum could never learn who his true savior had been years ago. That secret had to remain buried, for if the truth wed its way out, everything she had worked for would copse. And Aurora was not the only one staring daggers into Freya. From the cluster of Stormveil wolves nearby, Jocelyns gaze was like fire. Her lips parted in disbelief as she took in the sight of SsCcold, ruthless SsCplunging into the raging sea with Freya at his side. Ss Whitmor. The Irond Alpha. A wolf who had never spared mercy, never offered kindness, a man who had watched death before and had not blinked. Jocelyn knew him better than most, had shadowed his movements, learned his rhythms. He was iron, forged without softness, incapable of bending for sentiment. And yet tonight, he had leapt into the water. Not merely leapt he had clung to Freya before the eyes of countless witnesses, cameras shing, recorders humming. His body wrapped around her as though she was already his chosen mate. Why? Her ws bit into her palms as jealousy frothed within her. That should have been her ce, at his side, his arm anchoring her against the storm. Not Freyas. Never Freyas. The journalists circling with lenses raised only worsened the torment. Every captured image, every recorded frame would show Ss and Freya -together, side by side, bound by something Jocelyn had long craved but never secured. The child who had fallen into the waves was saved atst, dragged back from the edge of death by healers waiting on the shore. Relief rippled through the gathered wolves. Freya herself exhaled a breath of fragile ease. Later, once the frenzy had ebbed, Freya and Ss made their way to the only hotel on the ind. The seaCbound outpost was still in its early days of construction, the bones of new structures halfCfinished, scaffolding reaching skyward like the ribs of some fallen beast. Facilities were scarce. This single hotel was all the ind could provide. Inside the modest chamber, Freya epted the clothes handed to her by the staff, then nced toward Ss. He loomed beside her still, his presence filling the room like shadow and storm. All right, she said, voice tired but steady. Ill wash up and change. You should take the guest room next door and do the same. His gaze fastened on her, unblinking, Ill wait here until youre finished. A sigh slipped from her lips. The way he looked at herCit was as if he feared she might vanish into mist the moment he looked away. Im not going anywhere, she reminded him gently. But you need to shower. If you fall ill, this ind has little in the way of healers or supplies. And the investment conference isnt finished yet. If you get sick, well have to cut everything short. Still, Ss did not move. His eyes lingered, heavy and watchful. Atst, Freya raised her hand, extending her smallest finger toward him. Fine. Well do it your way. She caught his hand and hooked his finger with hers. A promise. Ill be here when you return. Sss breath stilled, his ck eyes narrowing on the sight of their joined fingers. For a long, long moment he said nothing. Then his voice emerged low and rough. Very well, he murmured. Ill go. But youll be here 11:30 AM P +8 Pearls Ill be here. Only then did he leave, and Freya atst retreated into the bathing chamber. The water that cascaded over her was a balm, warm where the sea had been cold, steady where the waves had been brutal. The chill that had sunk into her bones slowly eased. Her body softened, uncoiling from the tension that had gripped her since the childs cry had first split the air. The boy had lived. That thought steadied her heart. He had lived because of Ss too. Without his strength beside her, dragging them both through the current, she might have taken too long. Minutes lost could have been life lost. She could not deny him that. And yet she had not expected Ss Whitmor, of all wolves, to plunge after her. To confess what he had confessed. Love. The word coiled through her chest like smoke. She had thought she knew what love was once. She had believed it looked like her parents bondCArthur Thorne and Myra BrownCwolf and mate, steady and whole. Love was sacrifice, care, loyalty until thest breath. Caelum Grafton, on their wedding day, had sworn the same. He had told her he would love her, told her he would guard her always. And for three years she had believed it, had bent herself into that vow. But she had received only betrayal in return. His heart had belonged to Aurora, not her. And now SsCSs of all menCwas saying he loved her. How could she believe it? He was steel, not flesh. The Irond Alpha. Could such a wolf truly love? Or was this something else -possession, obsession, something darker? When atst she stepped out from the bath, towel draped across her shoulders as she dried her hair, she found him again. Ss was waiting. He had changed clothes, though his hair still hung wet, droplets trailing from the dark strands onto his cor. You showered, she observed, but didnt dry your hair? Didnt want to waste time. His tone was simple, as though that exined everything. Exasperation red, though faintly softened by something she refused to name. Bend down, she ordered. For a heartbeat his eyes flickered, but he obeyed. Slowly, the Irond Alpha inclined his head toward her. Freya raised the towel and began to rub gently at his wet hair. The intimacy of the act startled even her. It was so so unlike the storm they had just survived, so unlike the weight of his earlier words. Yet her hands kept moving, warm against his scalp. mundane, Ss, she asked suddenly, her voice slipping past her lips before she could stop it. When you said you loved me did you mean it? The question hung between them like lightning waiting for the thunder. Ascension 141 Freyas POV +8 Pearls Ss body stiffened when my words left my lips. His head, which had been bowed low, lifted slowly until his eyes locked with mine. I dont make jokes about things like this, he murmured, his voice low, raw. His gazeCdark as the abyssal depths of the sea wed just fought againstCreflected only me. Freya, I dont know if what I feel for you is what youd call love, but I know this -when I realize there is someone I cannot lose, I name that feeling love. My breath caught. His wordsnded heavy in my chest. Could he mean me? Was he saying he could not lose me? Perhaps at first, he continued, his tone almost confessional, you were simply interesting. A spark I couldnt look away from. You didnt abandon me when danger loomed, and that made me want to keep you close. But when I saw you throw yourself into the sea after that child something shifted. Everything changed. Ss leaned closer, the shadows sharpening the nes of his face until he was all predator, all Alpha, his presence swallowing the air between us. I felt fear. Terror, The boneCdeep dread that you would be taken from me. I dont ever want to feel that again. And before I even realized what I was doing, I was in the water after you. His voice grew husky, brushing my ear, vibrating against my skin.. I was following you, Freya. Always following you. My heart mmed in my chest at the desperation threaded through his tone. His dark, lupine eyes gleamed with hunger, with need. So give me a chance, he whispered, almost pleading now. Be mine. Ill treat you well. Everything I am, everything I haveCI willy at your feet. His voice cracked like smoke and spellcraft, thick and intoxicating. Dangerous, addictive. And gods help me, to hear such words from a wolf like himCfrom Ss Whitmor, the Irond Alpha himselfCwas shattering. He was the one wolves whispered about in fear, the one enemies broke against like waves on stone. And now he spoke to me with a raw humility, almost supplicant, as though I were the one who held power. My heart gave a painful stutter. I forced myself to steady, to breathe, to think. 14 Weve barely known each other, I said, tamping down the pulse racing beneath my skin. And already you speak of love? Of giving me everything? Dont you think that sounds reckless? Time has nothing to do with it, he replied without hesitation, his words striking with Alpha certainty. There are wolves who fall in love in a single heartbeat. One nce, and they are mated for life. I lifted my chin, unwilling to yield to the storm of his conviction. Thats not love, Ss. Thats lust. A spark of flesh, nothing more. His eyes red, feral and unyielding. Not for me. If I look at someone once and know they are mine, that will never be desire alone. It will be forever. A bond, unbreakable. You speak in absolutes, I countered, though his certainty left me rattled. The Whitmor line has always loved this way. His voice softened, but the weight of truth pressed heavy in it. Even my father -damn him though I mayCloved my mother until his dying breath. She was gone, but he never looked elsewhere. He remained bound to her, heart and soul, until the end. His gaze snapped back to mine, sharp as a de. And I I know I carry the same curse, the same devotion. Then, like a caress, he spoke my name again. Freya. The way he said it, rich and low, sank into my bones. Understand this -it isnt even sudden for me. Not truly. Not lightning at first sight, but something that has grown in the shadows between us. Day by day, moment by moment. Perhaps it wouldve been easier had it been immediate. At least then I wouldnt have wasted time pretending I could ignore it. I bit down lightly on my lip. His nearness burned. Too close. Close enough that every exhale of his breath skimmed across 1/2 0 SIAM D D +8 Pearls my cheek, searing the edges of my control. Day by day. I echoed, my voice softer than I intended. Ss, weve barely had that many days together at all. Whatever you feel nowCit could be nothing more than a rush, an illusion sparked by adrenaline. You jumped into the sea beside me, and now your blood is singing too loud to tell the truth from the fever. He didnt even blink. Then tell me this. If weeks pass, months pass, and I still feel the sameCwill you give me what I ask? The steel of his tone shed against the fragile, traitorous beat of my heart. I lifted my eyes to him, holding his gaze with mine, refusing to be cowed. No, I whispered. His eyes flickered, shadow cutting across their depths. Because you dont love me. Yes, I admitted. I dont. Not like that. I told you alreadyCI only just severed myself from Caelum Grafton. The Lunar Severance Phase is barely behind me. Ive bled for years in that bond, Ss. I have things I need to rebuild, dreams of my own I must chase before I surrender my heart again. I dont want to step into another tangle of passion so soon. The words left my mouth firm, final. And yet the silence that followed quivered between us, alive. You should dry your own hair, I added, desperate to steer the storm elsewhere. My hands were still wrapped in the towel draped over his head, caught against his, trapped by the weight of him. I moved to pull away. But Sss hand snapped up, covering mine with his own, holding me there. His touch was firm, searing, tethering. I will not stop you from doing what you need to do, he said, his voice a rasp against the quiet. Pursue your path, chase your ambitions. But let me be your shield. Your spear. I will walk at your side, shoulder to shoulder, through every fire. I will bind my life to yours, in blood, in battle, in storm. Whateveres, I will not betray you. Not now, not ever. Every word struck like thunder in my chest. Those were my words. The ones I had spoken, long ago, about what I dreamed love would be. A wolf who would not falter. A wolf who would not abandon me. And he had remembered. All of it. I froze, breath caught sharp, unable to mask the tremor that ran through me. Or is it, he whispered, eyes dark and solemn, that I truly am what I feel? The question cut like a de, straight into me. No, the protest burst from me before I could stop it. unworthy? That no matter As a p His eyes, which had dimmed with shadow, red suddenly bright. Then you will love me? you could never return storm Heat scalded my face. My throat locked, words tangling. I coughed lightly, trying to reim ground, to steady the storm inside. I only meant, I stammered, forcing the words past the rush in my chest, that you are not unworthy. Alpha Ss you are many things, but never that. Send Gifts Ascension 142 Third Persons POV O 0 0 +8 Pearls If Ss were truly the monster the world whispered him to be, he would never have lowered his proud Alpha head and offered three solemn bows before the urns of Arthur and Myra at the funeral hall. Nor would he have stood silent and unmoving, his presence a shadow of iron, when their ashes were carried to rest in the Ashbourne Legions Hall of Martyrs, the sacred ground of warriors who had given everything. And Freya knew this. Her gaze lingered on him, torn between mistrust and something softer, something dangerous. And you went into the sea today, she said quietly, her voice low, testing. A wolf without honor would not risk his own life for anothers child. Sss eyes, ck as midnight, flickered. His voice was steady but carried a raw undertone. I went into the sea because you did. He reached forward, his calloused hand wrapping around hers with unyielding insistence, drawing it to rest against his chest. All my life, he continued, his voice dark with confession, I never thought life was worth much. My own, least of all. But today His words faltered, roughened, as if caught in his throat. He tightened his hold on her hand, pressing her palm against the steady, drum of his heartbeat. Today I saw you dive into those waters without hesitation, and something inside me shifted. Because of you, Freya. Because you showed me that some lives are worth saving. That perhaps I could be more than I am. That I could be, his voice softened to a nearCgrowl, reverenta good man, if it meant standing in your light. Freya froze, her breath hitching. He looked at her as though she were the moon itselfuntouched, radiant, too pure for his shadowed hands. She was everything he was not: bright, honorable, unflinching. She carried no darkness, or so it seemed, and yet heCwho was born in blood, who wore scars that told of torment and iron chainsCached to reach her. The ckest parts of him yearned for the sanctuary of her light. Freya had never imagined she would hear such words from Ss Whitmor, the Irond Alpha feared across the Coalition. And yet here he was, confessing that she could alter the course of his life. That she could change him. Freya. His voice lowered to a husky plea, his gaze locked onto hers with naked hunger. Give me a chance. If one day you are certainCtruly certainthat you will never love me, I will walk away. I will not chain you, I will not haunt your steps. I will leave, even if it tears me apart. But until that dayes, dont push me away. Dont shut me out on purpose. The intensity in his words struck something in her chest. His eyesCthose fierce, dark eyesCcarried a desperate glimmer, one that summoned to her mind the forbidden room in the Whitmor estate. That night when she had seen him curled in on himself like a wounded wolf, his back a canvas of scars carved by whips. She remembered Jocelyn Thornes bitter words- that Ss had watched his own mother die before his eyes. The rejection forming on her tongue caught, trapped, unwilling to leave her throat. Instead, pain bloomed in her chest, sharp and tender. Could she really im she would never, not ever, love Ss Whitmor? She asked herself the question, and silence was her only answer. Besides, Ss was not the sort of wolf to ept rejection lightly. Drawing in a breath, she steadied herself. Very well, she said atst, her tone measured. I promise I wont push you away for the sake of it. If I fall in love with you, then. we will be together. But if, by the time I finish my duty as your protector, I still feel nothingCthen we part ways. Clean and final. You walk your road, and I walk mine. No chains. No regrets. Sssshes fluttered. For the briefest heartbeat, vulnerability tremored across his face. Then he smiled, slow and sharp, the kind of smile that promised storms. Agreed. Then it is a vow. But in the marrow of his bones, the Alpha of the Irond Coalition knewChe would not wait idly for her to love him. He would forge it. He would win her. He would make her heart his. Far across the hall, beneath chandeliers that gleamed like pale moons, Caelum stood among government officials and Ashbournes most powerful merchants. He exchanged words, nodded at roasts, lifted his ss when prompted. Yet his mind was nowhere in the room. Again and again, the image surged before him: Freyas body cutting through the waves, her strokes swift, decisive, fearless as 11:31 AM P she dove for the drowning child. She hadnt hesitated, hadnt paused. How many in this hall would have shown such courage? How many wolves could? +8 Pearls Caelum had seen the child fall into the sea as well. He had felt the instinct to move. But if he had reached the edge, if he had stood staring down at the churning ck water, would he have jumped? Or would he have faltered? The ugly truth echoed inside him. He would have faltered. And with that came another thought, darker, heavier. Freya had imed she once tried to save him from the river, years ago. He had doubted her story. But tonight, seeing her, he could no longer dismiss it. Her strength in the water, her fire, her resolveCit was who she was. She would have leapt withour hesitation. She would have fought the river itself to drag him to shore. If she wasnt lying then who was? Aurora? The thought sent a shudder through him, his grip tightening around the stem of his ss. Wine sloshed dangerously, nearly spilling. Caelum? Auroras voice cut in, crisp and bright. She stood beside him, her uniform sharp, her eyes searching his face. Whats wrong? Youve gone pale. Nothing, he answered too quickly. His gaze lifted to hers, taking in the Betas daughter. Aurora was the very image of a proud Bluemoon wolf: bold, forthright, incapable of deceit. She had always been that way. And she had been right before when he was nothing but a nameless Silverfang wolf, a boy with no power and no fortune, she had stood by him. What reason could she have had to lie? None. And yet the seed of doubt dug its roots deeper. The sound ofmotion stirred at the entrance of the ballroom. Heads turned, whispers rose. Caelums eyes followedCand froze. Through the doors strode Ss, d in a ck suit that clung to him like midnight armor. At his side walked Freya, simple in her tailored ensemble, but no less radiant for its austerity. She looked steady again, the pallor from the rescue gone, her step proud and unyielding. Relief, sharp and unwanted, cut through Caelum at the sight of her unharmed. Alpha Whitmor, Miss Thorne, called the Pack Councilman overseeing Ashbournes ind development, his voice carrying above the hush. The city owes you its thanks. Your courage today spared us from tragedy. Without you, this gathering would have been stained by loss. All eyes fixed upon themCupon Ss, dark and maic, and Freya, fierce and unbending. And in the shadows of the hall, hearts shifted, hungers awoke, and old bonds strained like chains ready to snap. Send Gifts Ascension 143 D +8 Pearls Third Persons POV Ss voice cut through the gathered hall, calm yet carrying the edge ofmand that marked him as an Alpha. The one who deserves your gratitude is Freya, he said evenly. She was the one who dove in to save the child. I merely followed. The Councilor from Ashbourne, who had praised them moments before, arched a brow. Yet I saw you hold her close once the child was safe. Forgive me, Alpha Whitmor, but I cant help but wonderCwhat exactly is your rtionship with Miss Thorne? Sss gaze never wavered. His words, however, carried the kind of weight that silenced idle curiosity. She is someone very important to me. In that moment, I wasnt holding her for show. I was simply too afraid for her. The Councilor blinked, clearly surprised. Around them, whispers stirred. For Ss Whitmor to openly call someone important-the Irond Alpha, known for his cold distance and ruthless pragmatismCwas no small matter. It meant that Freya Thorne was not simply his bodyguard from the Stormveil Packs fifth branch. She was something more. Something imed. Across the ballroom, Abel Thorne stood among Ashbournes merchant wolves, sipping his drink asughter and chatter flowed around him. But their gazes, like hounds sniffing out prey, turned to the pair across the roomCSs and Freya, side by side. That girl, one merchant drawled with a hint of envy, shes one of yours, isnt she? From the fifth branch? Yes, Abel replied with polite detachment. Thats Freya Thorne. Well, the Stormveil Pack must count themselves blessed. First Jocelyn from the Metropolitan branch, and now Freya, another wolf muttered, the sour edge in his tone impossible to hide. It was the way they said first Jocelyn that made the bitterness in the air sharper. As if Jocelyn Thorne were a discarded relic, her shine dulled and forgotten, while Freyas star now burned brighter. Abel gave a small smile but his eyes were shadowed with concern. He knew too well what alliances meant in Ashbourne- alliances with power like the Whitmors were as dangerous as they were enviable. At his side, Jocelyns nails bit into her palm, her jaw tight. Each word of admiration spoken of Freya was like a knife twisted in her gut. Once, it had been her they whispered about. Once, she had been the Thorne jewel, the one standing beside Ss. Now she was before. A past tense, a faded page. Her gaze snapped toward FreyaCand then widened. NOW the She saw someone approach Freya, whisper something, and the young wolfess excused herself, leaving Ss alone in the throng. Jocelyns heart lurched. This was her chance. She smoothed her gown, schooling her face intoposure, and approached. Ss, she said softly, almost tenderly. Could we speak alone for a moment? Ss turned his head toward her. His dark eyes were cool, his tone edged with indifference. And what could we possibly have to discuss? Jocelyns chest tightened. Still, she forced herself to smile, to plead. I know what happened at the estate. I spoke wrongly thenCI shouldnt have. My words werent meant to wound you. I only wanted Freya to understand how deep our bond once ran. How much I cared for you. Sss lips curled in something that wasnt a smile. Cared for me? His voice wasced with mockery. If you cared. Jocelyn, you wouldnt have run away Not when I needed someone most. The color drained from her face. His words cut into the memory that haunted her like a nightmare: stumbling into that forbidden chamber years ago, seeing the walls lined with whips, smelling blood thick in the air, and finding Ss, his back a 11:31 AM P P.
0 raw tapestry ofshes, his mothers lifeless body crumpled beside him. And sheCshe had fled. Terror had wed her heart, her feet had carried her away before she could even think. ED +8 Pearls It had been the greatest regret of her life. If only she had stayed. If only she had touched his hand, whispered his name, refused to abandon himCperhaps he would have let her in. Perhaps he would have been hers. I was just a child, she whispered, desperation cracking her voice. Any child would have run. I was too young, too frightened. But I I paid for that moment. Dont you see? I lost my eye that day. I bear the scars too. Ss shrugged lightly, as if her torment were no more than dust. You were young. You were afraid. You had no obligation to stay. His voice turned cold as iron. And I have never med you for that. But dont mistake my indifference for forgiveness. And do not speak of my familys secrets again. You survived that night, Jocelyn. For that, you should thank Freya. The bitterness on Jocelyns tongue was sharp enough to choke her. Thank Freya? Freya, who had stolen the ce that should have been hers? Rage red behind her forcedposure, but Ss had already turned his face away, his gaze fixed in the direction Freya had gone. Something inside him had shifted since he admitted his truth to her. It left him restless, raw. Now, even the briefest absence made unease coil in his chest. She had been gone only minutes, yet he ached to see her again. Freya had not gone far. She followed the orphanage matron through the corridors to the hotels medical wing. There, the boy she had pulled from the seay curled on the bed, his eyes wide and hollow with fear. But the moment he saw her, he scrambled upright and hurled himself into her arms. Forgive us, the matron said, her voice apologetic. Since he was pulled from the water, hes been inconsble. He kept crying for you, refusing to rest. Its all right, Freya murmured. She knelt beside the bed, wrapping the boy in her embrace. Youre safe now. You dont need to be afraid anymore. Im still scared, the child sobbed, his voice muffled against her shoulder. The waves I thought Id never breathe again. I thought Id die. His small body trembled like a leaf in storm winds. The sea had left a scar deeper than any woundCa terror that might haunt him for years. Freya stroked his damp hair, her voice gentle, her wolf aura wrapping around him like a shield. Listen to me. Ill protect you. If dangeres again, Ill be there. Ill pull you out. Ill never let the darkness take you. The boy lifted his tearCstreaked face, eyes wide and fragile. Really? His voice wavered with hope, with desperation. Freya nodded, her resolve firm, her tone unshakable. Really. Thats my promise. Send Gifts Ascension 144 Third Persons POV Mm. Yes. I will save you. Always. +8 Pearls Freyas voice rang steady, strongClike steel cloaked in velvet. The words, fierce in their oath, smoothed the trembling of the child clinging to her, calming the frantic beat of his small heart. And yet, those same words made the figure in the doorway freeze. Caelum stood rigid. Every instinct in him went still, as though the world itself had halted. The vow Freya had spokenCit was the same one he remembered through halfCdrowned, delirious haze years ago, when icy river waters had dragged him toward death. In that darkness, he had heard a voice, faint yet unyielding, promising to save him. A voice he had clung to like a lifeline. Why why would Freya speak those same words? Why did her silhouette ovep so seamlessly with the shadowed memory he had carried all these years? Who had truly saved him that night? Aurora or Freya? Freya, unaware of the storm unraveling in Caelums chest, continued to soothe the boy. Her warmth and calm finally eased the childs terror, the fear melting away until hisshes fluttered shut and he slipped into exhausted sleep against her shoulder. Careful as moonlight, Freyaid him back on the bed, tucking the nket around him. Thank you, the matron of the Ashbourne orphanage whispered. Her eyes gleamed with gratitude that went deeper than words. Not only had Freya saved the boy from drowning, but now she had given him peace. This was my duty, Freya replied. Her voice held quiet conviction. Though she had long sinceid down her uniform from the Iron Fang Recon Unit, the vows of service she once swore still burned like brands in her soul. A wolfs promise was eternal. She left her contact with the matron. If his nightmares linger, or if he falters, call me. Ille. Live When she stepped into the hallway, her breath caughtCCaelum stood waiting. His tall frame blocked the exit, silverCgrey eyes burning with unreadable intensity. Freya stiffened but moved as if to pass him. Caelums arm shot out, barring her way. Why did you say that to the child? Her brows knit. Say what? restless very That youd save him. Always. That vow. His voice was low, taut as a bowstring. His gaze bored into hers, restless, almost feral. Freyas expression chilled. Why shouldnt I? You think those words belong to someone else? It isnt that, Caelum said, his throat working. His voice cracked, raw and strained. Freya why would you repeat the very words Aurora once said to me? Her eyes shed. So that was it You think Im imitating Aurora? Her tone cut like frostCedged steel. That I covet being seen as your savior? You tter yourself. Whatever you believe, Caelum GraftonCkeep it. I have no need for your recognition, nor to y the shadow of another wolf. The venom in her words should have struck him back. Instead, he reached forward suddenly, clutching her sleeve in a grip that betrayed more desperation than dominance. Then tell me this, Caelum rasped. Why did you dive into the sea tonight? That child was no kin of yours. No tie of blood +8 Pearls Why risk your life for him? Freya let out augh, cold and sharp as winter wind. Do you truly need an answer? If every act of salvation must be justified by kinship, then you should be rotting beneath those river waters, not standing here now. Youre alive only because someone -stranger or notCbelieved your life was worth saving. The truth in her words cut deeper than any de. Caelum faltered, his hand trembling at her sleeve- And another hand struck his away. The interruption came like a storm breaking through. Ss Whitmor stepped forward, Alpha presence heavy as a thunderp, his cold eyes narrowed at Caelum. With a single motion he had brushed Caelums grip off Freya, his stance one of shield and im. Caelums lips pulled back into a snarl. And what exactly is Whitmor doing here? You and Freya have severed your bond, Ss said, his tone t with disdain. Dragging her back into your shadows is beneath even you. No need for this pulling and grasping. The name he usedCFreya, softened to my Freya in the weight of his voiceCmmed into Caelums ears like a challenge. He remembered the sight of Ss on the shoreline earlier, arms around her, as though she already belonged to him. Then its eptable for you to touch her? Caelum snapped. Sss eyes gleamed like des. If it were me, Id never have been fool enough to cast her aside. You forfeited your right. Whatever bond we share now is no concern of yours. His lips curled. But congrattions on securing Aurora. When your mating ceremony arrives, Ill be sure to send a generous gift. The wordsnded like ws across Caelums chest. His pride bristled, his wolf snarling, but his tongue stuck against his teeth. Freya ignored their sh. Her gaze softened only slightly as she turned to Ss. Why are you here? I worried something might happen, Ss admitted simply. His eyes lingered on her, protective, unreadable.. The boys fine. Just shaken, Freya murmured. Hes resting now. Then lets go. She nodded, ready to move. But as they passed, Caelums restraint snapped. Freya! His voice thundered through the corridor, sharp and desperate, cutting through the air like a howl on winter wind. Freya halted. 2 Her steps froze, her body tense, and slowlyCslowlyCshe turned back. 150 2 Caelums heart lurched at the sight. Even now, even after all, she still answered his call. The old tether between them had not been cut cleanly, no matter how he told himself otherwise. And it was that single nce, her eyes upon him once more, that made the storm inside him rise, threatening to drown him all over again. Send Gifts Ascension 145 3 O +8 Pearls Third Persons POV When Caelum lifted his gaze and collided with those cold amber eyes, his throat locked. WordsCsharp and practiced, meant to woundCdied before reaching air. Caelum Grafton, Freya Thorne said, her voice a de honed by disdain, do me a favor and stop dragging me into your questions about the night you nearly drowned. Were done. The Lunar Severance Phase stripped us clean. Whoever saved youCit doesnt concern me. Or is it that, if it was me, you would regret it? Regret the three years you spent sneering at me? Regret discarding me? Her gaze was pure mockery. Caelums lips parted, but nothing emerged. He stood bound by silence, his wolf straining inside his chest, ws raking against his ribs. Only after Freya walked away with Ss at her side did his body stumble as though unmoored. Regret? The thoughtnced through him like silver. No. He would not regret. Could not. It was she who would regret. She thought Ss Whitmors attention was victory? That running with the Irond Coalitions Alpha would grant her safety? A fools hope. Males like Ss consumed and discarded. His soCcalled devotion would wither when novelty dulled. Caelums path was already set. He only needed to weather SilverTech Forgeworks current storm. Once he steadied his pack and hispany, he would rise higher than ever before. And thenCthen Freya would see what it meant to spurn him. She would learn that no longer bearing the Silverfang Alphas mark was the greatest loss she would ever suffer. But still his chest twisted, restless and uneasy, as if some unseen thread yanked against his heart. Driven by something darker than reason, Caelum turned back into the infirmary. 107 The matron of the Ashbourne orphanage frowned when she saw his pallid face. Alpha Grafton? Do you require something? He ignored her, eyes fastening on the boy sleeping soundly beneath the nkets. The childs breathing was steady, but Caelums mind was a storm. That imageCthe small form clutched against Freyas chest, her voice weaving calmCstirred memories hed buried deep. Long he stood there, haunted by a night of icy waters and a vow in the dark .. Atst, he left the infirmary and lifted his WolfComm, voice low and sharp when the line connected. I want you to dig into the night I went into the river. Every detail. I need to know if Aurora was truly alone that nightCor if someone else was there. When he ended the call, his hand trembled faintly. This wasnt betrayal of Aurora. No. This was to confirm her. To ensure there would be no cracks, no shadow of doubt gnawing his loyalty. He needed certainty, nothing more. Or so he told himself. Meanwhile, Freya and Ss walked the stone path back toward the banquet hall, moonlight painting silver across the sea breeze. Sss voice broke the silence. If one day Caelum discovers you were the wolf who saved him, if he regrets the severance and wants you back what would you do? Freya faltered. What? Would you mate with him again? His eyes lingered on her profile, searching, probing. 11:31 AM P +8 Pearis Her answer came without hesitation. No. She straightened, her conviction unwavering. Whatever bond once tethered us is ashes now. Sss mouth quirked. Even if he knelt at your feet, begging? Freyasugh rang sharp. Caelum Grafton kneel? Impossible. He wants Aurora. If he begged only because I was his savior, then what kind of love would that be? Pathetic. Laughable. Sss lips curled, approval glinting in his eyes. Indeed. A farce, nothing more. He thought of CaelumCblind wolf, thrashing against the truth. How pitiful, when Freya had stood beside him for three long years, the very wolf who had pulled him from death, and he had never once believed her worthy. Sss voice dropped, almost a growl. If it had been me, I would never have mistaken another for the wolf who saved me. Freya turned to him, faintly startled. You believe it was me? Of course. His reply was swift, unwavering. I believe everything you say. Her Her chest tightened unexpectedly. For three years of marriage, Caelum had not trusted her once. Yet a wolf she had barely known three moons already ced his faith in her without question. The feeling of being trustedCit was a balm she hadnt known she craved. But warmth soon gave way to exasperation when night deepened. She opened her chamber door and found Ss waiting, pillow tucked beneath his arm like a mischievous pup. She stared. What is this? Im sleeping here tonight. His tone was calm, assured. Reason? I dont like being alone, he said solemnly. Youre my protector, arent you? Youll keep me safe. Freya nearly choked. Afraid? Ss Whitmor? She had seen him break attackers with bare hands. His wolf thrived on danger. And yet here he stood, face earnest, insisting on fear. There are Whitmor sentries outside your chamber, she reminded. Youre not exactly undefended. They arent you, Ss countered smoothly. I trust only you. Her mouth opened, then shut. The wolf inside her huffed. Against such relentless insistence, resistance was wasted. She exhaled a long breath. Fine. You take the bed, Ill use the sofa. But Ss merely set his pillow on the couch and lowered himself onto it, sprawling with casual grace. The sofa suits me. And there, the Alpha of the Irond Coalition stretched like a satisfied wolf, content under the gaze of the very female he sought to guardCand perhaps, to im. Freya could only stare, heart torn between irritation and something far more dangerous. Send Gifts 98 Ascension 146 Freyas POV O +8 Pearls I watched Ss settle onto the sofa with that easy, unshakable calm of his, pillow tucked beneath his arm like he belonged here. I should have argued longer, but the words dried on my tongue. Then, good night? I said atst, trying to sound casual. Good night. His lips curved in the faintest smile. For a moment, I forgot how to breathe. That smileCsubtle, almost boyishCwas so different from the cold, untouchable Alpha I had first met. Lately, I had seen it more and more, glimpses of warmth breaking through the iron armor of the Irond Coalitions Alpha. I turned quickly, forcing my eyes shut. I needed rest. But while sleep pulled at me, I could feel his presence across the room. His wolfs energy pressed faintly at the edge of mine, steady, watchful. He probably thought I believed his excuseCthat he feared someone might attack him in the night. But my instincts told me otherwise. His fear wasnt of des or bullets. His fear was me. That I would slip away, that I would break whatever fragile trust we had forged today. The realization left a strange ache in my chest. So this was what it meant to love someoneCto carry so many fears. My father, Arthur Thorne, had loved my mother, Myra, with a ferocity that sometimes seemed reckless. I wondered, lying there in the dimmplight, if his heart had pounded with the same restless dread Ss carried now. But Ss was not my father. His wolf was tempered with steel. He would not make the same mistakes, would not drive me away with desperation. At least, thats what I told myself. Yet in the quiet, I heard his breathing change, heavier with memory. He shifted, and though I kept my eyes shut, I could sense his hand trailing across the scars on his back. I knew them, faint glimpses I had caught when his shirt shiftedCpale lines carved by violence and survival. Once, he had told me he kept those scars as a reminder, a vow to never forget what had shaped him. But now, in his silence, I felt the truth. He feared those scars would repel me, that I might recoil from the wed flesh of his body. Freya, his voice whispered, low as a wolfs breath in the trees. Dont despise me The words dissolved into the darkness, too soft for anyone but me and the night itself to hear. When morning came, it wasnt his whisper I woke to, but the sudden weight of his hand brushing near. HalfCasleep, instincts surged. I roiled, grabbed, and pinned him against the mattress with a move born of years in the Iron Fang Recon Unit. Only then did my eyes snap fully open. Ssy beneath me, wideCeyed, lips curved in something dangerously close to amusement. Heat flooded my face. I scrambled back. Sorry, I wasnt fully awakeCI didnt realize it was you. He only shrugged, his voice maddeningly calm. No harm done. I only meant to wake you. But for the recordCif you want to pin me down again, I wont resist. My ears burned. Ancestors, what kind of Alpha spoke words like that with such seriousness? If it had been any other male, I would have dismissed it as crude teasing. But Sss eyes were steady, his wolf calm, as though he truly meant it. His words struck deeper, left dangerous thoughts stirring in my mind. No wonder the magazines in The Capital had once named him the male most worth toppling. For once, I understood the appeal. I coughed twice, forcing the heat from my face. Ahem. You should go back to your chamber to wash up. I need to get ready as well. The inds investment summit starts today. He inclined his head. Yes. Are you interested? 122 Me? I gave a dryugh. Not really. +8 Pearls Lanaspany, SkyVex Armaments, had no ns to expand here in Ashbourne. My own pathy back in The Capital, working under her. This summit was about territorial development, alliances, trade. None of it concerned me. Ss, however, would be involved. The Whitmor family had their ws deep in this project, and his presence here was far from casual. But then his gaze sharpened. What if I told you that Caelums proposal to the Ashbourne government relies on a patent you filed during your marriage? Would you still have no interest? My heart mmed against my ribs. How do you know that? Is such knowledge difficult for me? His smile was all steel. I exhaled, almostughing at myself. Of course. For a wolf like him, information was a weapon, and Ashbourne was his battlefield. And so, despite myck of desire, I found myself walking into the grand hall of the summit at his side. The conference chamber was vast, banners of the Ashbourne council draped across the high ceiling, the scent of ink, parchment, and wolves thick in the air. Alphas, Betas, envoysCthey gathered like predators circling the same kill. I felt Jocelyns eyes spear me the moment we entered. My cousins lips thinned, displeasure curling her features. Alpha Ss, she said sharply, why bring Freya here? Shes nothing but an exCsoldier. What could she possibly understand at a summit like this? Sss chuckle was soft but edged like a de. If you can follow the proceedings, Jocelyn, then surely Freya can as well. Jocelyns face darkened, her wolf bristling. Even if youre infatuated with her now, dont overestimate her worth. How I view Freya, Ss replied, his tone a warning growl, is none of your concern. I caught the flicker of fury in Jocelyns eyes before she looked away. Then the air shifted. Caelum entered, Aurora trailing in his wake, her uniform of the Bluemoon Airborne Wing gleaming beneath the chandeliers. The Silverfang Alphas presence rolled through the hall like thundermanding, undeniable. But his gaze caught on me almost instantly. Freya, he said, voice low, dangerous, uncertain. Why are you here? His question coiled between us, heavy with unspoken history, sharp with the scent of regret and challenge. Send Gifts 98 Ascension 147 Freyas POV +8 Pearls I met Caelums gaze across the crowded chamber, his silverCgrey eyes sharp as forged steel. He had the gall to demand, Freya, why are you here? Iughed softly, though my wolf bristled beneath my skin. If you can be here, Caelum, why shouldnt I? His jaw clenched. Im here as Alpha of Silverfang and head of SilverTech Forgeworks. I carry my Packs banner. YouCwhat do you represent? The governments published list of summit enterprises makes no mention of SkyVex Armaments, nor Lana Rooks name. My smile cooled. You n to wield a patent that I forged with my own blood and hours, and you think I dont have the right to stand in this hall? 64 The chamber thickened with silence. Caelums face hardened, his wolf scent edged with unease. He hadnt expected me to know. And I saw where his eyes slidCto Ss Whitmor, looming steady at my side. My anchor, my shield. Caelum realized in that instant that expelling me would not be so simple. No one moved against the Alpha of the Irond Coalition without a reckoning. That patent, Caelum said atst, voice tight, was filed during our marriage. The terms of the Lunar Severance Phase were clear. I have im to it. 2 Aurora, the Bluemoon Betas daughter, stepped forward quickly, her voice slicing through the air like the snap of rotor des. Freya, you severed your bond to Caelum willingly. You were eager enough then. Now that he puts the patent to use, do you mean to snatch it back? Typical of a woman like youCquick to promise, quicker to betray. Her smirk glittered with malice. She wanted me cornered, wanted me to falter before the watching Alphas and envoys. She imagined me helpless, as though the patents brilliance could be twisted into her victory. I tilted my head, met her eyes, and let my wolfs disdain bleed into my smile. I never said you couldnt use it. But tell me, do you really think you can? Caelum blinked, uncertain. Aurora scoffed. Why couldnt we? The patent belongs to you both. Caelumsbor carved out the forge for SilverTech. Do you think you wouldve had time to toy with theories if not for his grind? Without his earnings, would you have had the freedom to draw a single design? Freedom? The word tore from my throat in a bitterugh. Three years of marriage. Three years I buried myself in his vision, hispany, his Pack. Every night, while he raged about markets and rivals, Ibored over schematics until dawn. If not for that sacrifice, if not for my research, do they think I would have produced only one patent? I looked at Caelumn, my voice low, steady, cutting. So you believe SilverTech stands here today solely because of your power? Your money? That all I did was bask in your glory? quse of less Auroras chin lifted. Isnt that the truth? Military innovation is one thing, but business demands moreCvision, ruthlessness,works. You cant just build drones and think empires rise from blueprints. Wealth doesnt fall from the sky. I let her words fall, then exhaled, almost pitying her. Youre rightCwealth doesnt fall from the sky. I remember every step of wing it from the dirt. I remember spending every drop of my fathers trust and every link of my mothers connections to open doors for SilverTech. And when Caelum nearly destroyed thepany with reckless decisions, I was the one who fought him back from the edge. The truth hung there, burning the air, Auroras face flushed, but she snapped, Then all the more reason the patent belongs to him too! He shed sweat and blood beside you. His power shaped it. It is not yours alone. I gave a shrug that cut sharper than a de. Fine. Keep telling yourself that. But if you believe in his strength so utterly, then hold onto it when his strength falters. If his empire crumbles, Aurora, stay with him still. Dont forget these words then A hush swept the chamber. I could feel the storm building: soon, the summit would start, and my turn to strike woulde 11:31 AM P Let Caelum try to wield my workChe would learn it wasnt so simple. +8 Pearls Then Jocelyn sneered with venom. Freya, youre jealous, arent you? Caelum cast you aside for Aurora, and you lost a prize mate. Admit ityoure bitter because the Silverfang Alpha chose someone else. The words twisted in the air, cutting Caelum too, for they painted him as the triumphant betrayer, the male who discarded his first mate for a shinier bond. I saw his wolf twitch, difort flickering. But before he could form a defense, Ss spoke. C Jealous? His voice rolled like thunder across the chamber, deep and certain. Tell me what reason would Freya Thorne have to be jealous? Every gaze snapped to us. That single wordCFreyaCfrom his lips carried more than possession. It was im. It was deration. In that moment, he bound his presence to mine for all to see. Ss Whitmor, Alpha of the Irond Coalition, did not posture. He promised. The silence that followed was suffocating. Jocelyn paled, nearly biting her tongue. She understood what he meant- understood that I was no discarded mate, no castoff. I stood beside power equal to, no, greater than Caelums. Caelums face twisted, humiliation flickering across his proud features. Only yesterday, he had feared whispersCthat he was a wolf who abandoned his bond when fortune rose. Now the story shifted, recast by Sss presence. No longer was I the forsaken one. Now it was he who looked like the wolf left behind, reced by a rival stronger, sharper, more unyielding. And I, no longer bowed my head. Send Gifts 19 98 4 4 Ascension 148 Freyas POV +8 Pearls Caelum looked as though the ground had opened beneath him. For once, it wasnt me who wore the mark of abandonment. It was him. He was the one stripped bare in front of the packsCpitiful, exposed. Aurora, ever eager to stitch her dignity back together, forced a brittle smile. Affection, she dered, her voice pitched too high, isnt measured by a males wealth, but by how much of himself he gives you. A man might clutch a hundred coins but offer only oneCwhat value is that bond? Her gaze flickered toward me, triumphant, as though she had made some grand revtion. Before I could answer, Ss looming beside me like the iron spine of a fortress, spoke with cold amusement. And yet Caelum spends his hoarded coins well enough on you, doesnt he, Aurora? Jewelry, baublesCgifts from the silver coffers of Silverfang. Tokens of a bond born in anothers ruin. The air in the hall shifted, a ripple of wolfCscent and restrained growls. Auroras cheeks med scarlet. Those trinkets had painted her in the worlds eyes not as a Betas daughter or a promising pilot of the Bluemoon Airborne Wing, but as Caelums mistressCthe interloper who gnawed at another females ce. She had flown bold and reckless over the sea isles, stunts meant to repair her image. But Sss words dragged her face back into the mud. He didnt stop there. His voice rumbled steady, the weight of a Whitmor decree. As for what I ownCif Freya desires it, she will have it. My packs hoard, my de, my blood. All of it. Gasps shuddered through the chamber. Ss Whitmor, Alpha of the Irond Coalition, was no minor wolf. His empires reach stretched across borders, its wealth a shadowed mountain none could map. The implication was staggering. Auroras chin jutted, sharp and desperate. Then tell me, Alpha WhitmorCwhat if Freya demanded Whitmor Industries itself? Would you ce it in her hands? Ss turned his head slowly, a predators smirk tugging at his mouth. He didnt even nce at herChis gaze found me, steady, unshaken. If she asked, I would. The chamber exhaled as one, a hiss of disbelief and awe. I froze, caught off guard. I had expected protection, maybe words of defiance on my behalf. But this? Even as jest, it was more than I imaginedChe had just ced me on a pedestal in front of half the Capitals wolves. My cheeks heated, though I forced my spine straight. No, I said atst, voide low but clear. What I want, Ill take with my own ws. I dont need to be given. Some around us nodded knowingly, dismissing the exchange as courtly flourish, politicking. But whether they believed or not, they had seen enough. They had seen that in Sss eyes, I was not a discarded mate. I was chosen. Elevated. Sss lips curved faintly. Of course. A wolf like you hunts for herself. Not like some others, who cling to scraps tossed from a strongers table. Auroras flush deepened to crimson, shame burning through her mask. Even Jocelyn at her side shifted ufortably, unable to defend her ally. Sss words had struck like ws across both their faces. Before the tension could snap further, the convocation shifted. The summit began in earnest. Delegates stepped forward, one by one, presenting their Packs projects for the isles development. Each spoke of vision and industry, each defended their proposal before the panel of government officials and the twin colossi of Whitmor and Thorne, Then it was Caelums turn. I saw him hunched over his papers, knuckles white against the parchment. His wolfs scent was soured with unease He hadnt expected me to remain, hadnt expected to present with my eyes on him. Because he knew. +8 Pearls That proposal in his hands? It was mine. I had drafted it in the final weeks before leaving SilverTech Forgeworks. Every line of it had bled from my mind, my sleepless nights. He had done nothing but swap the word riverfront for isle. And now he would parade it as his triumph. Aurora leaned close to him, whispering something, her brows knitted in concern. Caelum, are you well? You look pale. Nothing, he muttered, but when he raised his eyes, they met mine across the chamber. His gaze flinched. His wolf recoiled. The announcers voice rang out, merciless: Now, the Alpha of Silverfang and head of SilverTech ForgeworksCCaelum Grafton. Present your project. The apuse that followed was polite, expectant. But I felt the tremor ripple through him. His heart stuttered, his pride choking him as he mounted the dais. He began to speak, words clipped, forced. I had seen him sell before, striding with confidence before investors and officials, weaving visions with his silver tongue. But today? Today the words snagged. He stammered. Even when he read straight from the page, the cadence faltered, unsteady. Because he knew every syble had my scent on it. A fog of shame swelled in the hall, wrapping tight around him. My gaze did not leave him, and under it, his wolf cowered. Atst he finished, lips dry, voice cracking. For a moment, silence. Then one of the government menCDirector Leo, if I recalled rightCnodded approvingly. I find this project promising. The application of unmanned craft in isle development is keenly suited. Efficiency, reducedbor, elerated construction. And SilverTechs patent, in particr, is valuableCits innovation would serve Ashbournes coast well. I nearlyughed, though it caught sharp in my throat. The patent. Mine. Theyuded him for my ws work, my sleepless hours. He stood there, basking in the officials praise, and I wondered if he felt it burning through himChow easily his triumph would unravel the moment I chose to speak. I said nothing. Not yet. But my wolf stirred restlessly, knowing the reckoning was close. Send Gifts Ascension 149 Caelums POV 2 +8 Pearls The apuse that followed my presentation rang hollow in my ears. For a moment, I thought I had survived itCthe quiver in my voice, the crack in my delivery. The officials pped, and Director Leos words had sounded like salvation. Then Freyas voice cut through the air. Cold. Sharp. Inescapable. Caelum Grafton, she called me by name, not title, not Alpha, but with a de on her tongue. I never thought youd stoop so lowCnot just clinging to my patent, but stealing the proposal I wrote before I left your Forgeworks. The hall went still. The weight of her words crashed over me, drowning the scraps of approval I had just managed to clutch. My lips pressed tight, but instinct forced me to speak, to salvage what pride I could. This, I said, holding up the document in my hand like a shield, is a SilverTech proposal. Freya, you may have left, but what you created while under my banner belongs to thepany. Even as I said it, the lie scalded my tongue. Herughter was notughter at allCit was venom. So thats what youve be. A male who doesnt even bother with honor anymore. Heat wed up my neck, burning across my face. Careful, I snapped, voice shaking though I tried to force steel into it. If you keep ndering me like this, dont me me for discarding every shred of history we shared. Her eyes, those stormCborn eyes, only mocked me. History? she said. Caelum, you never once gave me loyalty in all those years. If you were capable of honor, would our bond have rotted the way it did? The only one youve ever shown care for is Aurora. My throat seized. The hall turned, eyes shifting again to AuroraCmy fragile shield, my chosen distractionCand she wilted under the weight of their judgment. Freya pressed on, relentless. And besides, she said, lifting her chin, this proposal? It was unfinished when I left. The words pierced through me like a spear. Unfinished? I repeated, stunned. I had studied every line of that document, lived with it for weeks. To me it had beenpleteCmore thanplete. The blueprint of our next conquest. But Freya only nodded, cold and merciless. Yes. The patent mentioned thereCmy patentCis three years old. Useful, yes, but outdated. Technology evolves. So too do the ws raised against it. The interference systems now prowling the skies can cripple those drones. Without a countermeasure, without the newyer of antiCdisruption protocols I had already begun, your machines are nothing more than iron carcasses waiting to fall. I couldnt breathe. The apuse that had carried me seconds ago withered into silence. My heart pounded in my chest like a drum of doom. I had gambled everything on thisCeverything. heart as silver Str yoll If she spoke truthCand my wolf knew she didCthen the very weapon Lhad paraded as Silverfangs edge was no more than dull steel. Her voice pressed the weight harder. Had our bond not broken, I would have finished the work, strengthened the packs weapon, sealed its dominance. But you tore us apart, Caelum. You took what was mine, and so now you may choke on it. My blood iced. I could feel the eyes upon meCwolves, humans, Alphas, and officials alike. The scent of disbelief rippled through the chamber. Thats her work? someone muttered near the front. So SilverTechs Alpha built his fortune on his exCmates ws? another whispered. Three years hes stood in the Capitals market, and not one of those ideas was his own? +8 Pearls Each whisper was a fang in my hide. I wanted to bare my teeth, to silence them with a growl that would split the air, but I could notCnot with Freya watching, not with the truth already bleeding out around me. And then Ss Whitmors voice, slow and deliberate, drove the de deeper. So tell us, Director LeoCdo we still waste time discussing SilverTechs bid? Or do we pass to the next, one worth the ink? The official hesitated, gave a brittle smile, and cleared his throat. Yes perhaps we move along. The words felled me more thoroughly than ws ever could. The host gestured, and I realized toote that I was still standing at the podium, frozen, shamed. My legs felt like stone, but I forced them to move, each step dragging as though the eyes of every wolf in the chamber were weights tied around my limbs. I descended, one step, another, and reached the floor. Aurora was there instantly, her voice soft, desperate. Caelum, dont despair. We can craft another proposal, something stronger. I believe in you. But herfort was a noose. Each word reminded me of the truth I could not speak aloud: that if I had been capable of better, I would never have used Freyas n in the first ce. My wolves had offered me draftsCweak, useless. My own mind had turned in circles, desperate. And in the end, I had stolen. And now, worse, I had been caught. My vision blurred at the edges. If Freya was rightCif the patent was already obsolete, if the drones could be gutted by a stronger interferenceCthen everything I had woven, all the empire I promised Silverfang, would crumble. Not just this project. Not just the isle. SilverTech itself could bleed out in the dirt. My rivals would smell weakness, the Consortium would abandon me, the funding chain would snap. From Alpha of the Forgeworks to beggar in the ashesCit would all unravel. No. I couldnt allow it. I wouldnt. My wolf roared inside me, wing at my ribs, demanding I fight, demanding I tear the smug triumph from Freyas throat. But I couldntCnot here, not before this many eyes. So I forced my rage down, forced my breathingCsteady. I lifted my gaze and fixed it on herCFreya Thorne, the mate I had cast aside, the female who had just gutted me with truth in front of every pack and every man of power. Her shoulders squared, her expression unreadable, but I knew her well enough to see itCthe glimmer of fire, the satisfaction she took in my fall. The convocation droned on around us, other voices, other projects. I heard none of it. Because already, my mind was spinning. Already, I was searching for a way to w my fortune back from the pit she had thrown it into. Tonight, the summit would end with a banquet, with donations and dances before the wolves departed the isle. And I would find her there. One way or another, I would not let Freya Thorne be the death of me. Send Gifts Ascension 150 Freyas POV 10 0 ) +8 Pearls The banquet hall gleamed with polished silver and crystal, the kind of splendor meant to dazzle donors and soften their purses. But beneath the glitter, I could feel the restless shift of wolves, the crackle of politics and posturing. Tonights charity was for the orphans of the IslesCa noble cause, and one few dared to ignore. Even the pups themselves had been brought to the hall, dressed in fresh clothes, eyes wide at the splendor. Among them, I saw a boy I recognizedCthe same child who had tumbled into the sea days ago. His cheeks still held a touch of pallor, but his spirit was brighter. When he caught me watching, I gave him a smile and a small wave. Relief coursed through me when his lips curved upward in return. At least some wounds could heal quickly. When the donations began, the wealthiest stepped forward one by one, their pledges echoing like drums of war. This was as much about reputation as generosity; to give was to prove strength. Jocelyn was one of the first to rise. She moved with the practiced poise of the Metropolitan Pack, her voice ringing clear as Jshe pledged thirty million credits on behalf of our family. Her smile was sharp when she descended from the stage, but her words found their mark at me like ws. Freya, she said, low enough to sound casual, loud enough for others to hear, GreatCGrandfather praises you endlessly. He says the Fifth Branch is the pride of Stormveil, a house of martyrs. And yet, with all that inheritance resting solely in your hands now you couldnt find it in you to give? The smirk she wore was the kind only a rival cousin could muster, equal parts scorn and bait. I met her eyes evenly. The thirty million you just gaveCwas that not under the banner of the Thorne name? Or are you saying the Fifth Branch no longer counts among Stormveil? Her breath hitched. A small stutter in the rhythm of her mockery. She couldnt answerCwouldnt. To deny the Fifth Branch here, before these packs, would bring Ken Thornes wrath down upon her. Even James, our greatCuncle, would never forgive such an insult to the fallen. My branch might be reduced to one, but I carried the bloodline of wolves who had given everything on the frontlines. That could not be erased. Of course not, she managed finally, her smile stretched thin as old parchment. I let the silence press against her until she turned away. But then, the hall shuddered with a ripple of surprise. The great screen behind the dais flickered, the gentle film of orphansughing and learning reced by mes. mes. The crowd gasped. My heart lurched as I recognized the footage: five years ago, the bordends near Ashbourne. A ze so fierce it swallowed the forests, devouring everything for miles. And with itCmy brother. I went rigid. My wolf pressed against my ribs, restless, grieving all over again. I had pored over those reports, wed through every name, every list of the fallen. Eric had not been among them. No hospital bore his name, no survivor remembered him. Yet still he had vanished there, at the edge of the burning line. To this day, I could not decide which truth cut deeperCthat he had died unmarked in the fire, or that he had lived and chosen not to return. Why hadnt hee back? What could keep him from me for so long? As I struggled to keep my breathing steady, I noticed movementCAurora, standing near Caelum. Her face had gone utterly white, her body trembling as though pierced by a ghost. Beads of sweat broke upon her brow though the hall was temperate, her eyes fixed on the screen with naked dread. Strange. The fire had shaken many of us, but to quake like this.. Aurora, Caelums voice rang out suddenly, too loud, too sharp, whats wrong? Are you unwell? 11:32 AM P P. ON +8 Pearls Heads turned. The Bluemoon Betas daughter found herself exposed in an instant, every gaze upon her pale form I studied her. She looked not merely unwell, but terrified. But terrified of whatCof memories? Or of secrets? Aurora forced a shaky breath. Iits nothing. Just tired. Her words did little to cover the fear still writ across her face. My cousin Jocelyn seized her chance to y the snake. Aurora, she said brightly, wasnt this the very ze you fought in? The border inferno? Aurora froze, her spine stiff as if caught in a trap. Jocelyns smile widened as she turned to the hall, her voice carrying with a performative lilt. Yes, I remember now. Five years ago, during her training with the Bluemoon Airborne Wing, she saw the mes, and rather than fleeing like most would, she ran toward them. She saved lives, called in reinforcements, fought alongside the human brigades. A true act of courage! As she spoke, she flicked me a nceCa gleam of spite and triumph. Jocelyn never missed a chance to put me down by raising someone else up. The wolves around us murmured, admiration rising in a chorus. Such bravery. Few males would dare, let alone a young sheCwolf. Worthy of a toast! Crystal sses lifted. The hall clinked with praise. Auroras face remained pale, lips tight in a brittle smile that did not reach her eyes. She looked cornered, yet she endured the flood of adtion. But I I saw the cracks. The fire was not just memory to herCit was something else. Something that had shaken her bones even now, yearster. And for the first time, I wondered if Auroras tale of heroism was not the whole story. Because the mes that had stolen my brother still licked at her shadow. Send Gifts 98 W Ascension 151 Freyas POV Praise poured over Aurora like rain, yet she did not bask in it. Instead of triumph, sorrow softened her face, her lips trembling as she whispered: Please can we stop ying this broadcast? That fire took livesCso many, even among the human firefighters who fought beside us. Every time I see it, it feels like Im standing in the ash again. Its not glory to meCits grief. The workers scrambled to cut the feed, frowning in confusion at how a fiveCyearCold broadcast had made its way onto the screens in the first ce. The tension in the hall shifted like wolves scenting blood. But Jocelyn, of course, wasnt finished. My cousin never could resist sharpening her tongue at my expense. Now thats a true hero, she said, her gaze cutting sideways toward me. Not like some peopleCwho speak noble words but, when danger trulyes, would tuck tail and hide. She didnt name me. She didnt need to. Every sharpCeyed wolf in the hall understood where her ws pointed. I held her stare, my voice calm, but iron edged. So what youre saying, Jocelyn, is that if fire roared in your path, youd run forward without hesitation? That would be remarkable indeed. Stormveil should be proud to have you, cousin. Just make sure you arent the very kind of wolf you just describedCone who boasts of courage but, when tested, flees. Her jaw clenched. She had walked herself into a trap. My words tied her pride to an impossible standard. If ever she stood before mes and did not leap forward, shed be revealed as the coward she used me of being. Jocelyns kind preferred duels of words, not battles of fire and bone. She had no stomach for the reality she mocked. Auroras voice then broke the standoff. Caelum, she murmured, so faintly I almost missed it, I I dont feel well. I need to leave. Caelum straightened immediately, concern shing across his features. Then Ille with you. She shook her head too quickly, the movement betraying her desperation. No. Ill only rest in the hotel. Thats all. And without waiting for his answer, she turned and slipped away, her steps unsteady as if the fire on the screen had burned her from the inside. I watched her go, unease gnawing at my chest. For a wolf who normally thrived on admiration, Aurora fled from it now as though it were poison. Why recoil from praise unless it scraped against a lie? A voice like steel rasped near my ear. What are you thinking, Freya? M I turned slightly. Ss stood at my side, his gaze heavy, always too sharpCas if he weighed every thought I carried. She reacted strangely! I said inly. You care about her reaction? Not care. Curious. My voice dipped, my wolf restless beneath my skin. I once suspected that fire at Ashbourne was tied to my brothers disappearance. I searched every record, every fragment of video, hoping for a glimpse of him. But his name never appeared among the dead. Not in hospital registries. Not in lists of survivors. He was simply gone. I swallowed hard. The memories still scraped my bones raw. What I never expected was that Aurora would have been there. Fighting the same mes. Sss eyes lowered, unreadable. Curious indeed. He said no more, but I caught the flick of calction in his gaze. Ss rarely revealed what he thoughtCyet I knew the tire had sparked something in him, too. Back in the hall, I stepped out from the washroom, only to find Caelum blocking my path. His presence was like iron walls. his dark eyes stormCtossed. Freya, he said, voice low but firm, I need to speak with you. Ive nothing to say to you. My tone carried frost enough to sting 11:32 AM P +8 Pearls Youre still angry about the Lunar Severance Phase, he said, cutting to the bone. I know you resent me for it. Resent me for choosing it. You can hate me all you want, but dont take it out on thepany. I froze for a moment, startled. What? He pressed on, frustration sharpening his voice. SilverTech Forgeworks is ours. We built it together. If you sabotage it out of spite, do you realize what that will mean? Those wolves you worked withCwolves who trusted youCwould be left jobless. Would you really do that to them? The nerve. The sheer audacity of his words lit fury in me. Caelum, I said, my voice slicing like a de, if thepany stumbles, thats on you. Dont dare stand on some moral high ground andy the me at my feet. And as for your precious narrativeCdidnt you love telling the press it was your empire, forged by your hands alone? When did it suddenly be ours again? Only when it suits you? His jaw tightened, but I didnt give him the mercy of softening my re. He had chosen the severance. He had chosen to cut me loose. And now he sought to bind me again only when the weight of leadership pressed too heavy on his shoulders. Not this time. Not ever again. Send Gifts 98 31 A ? Ascension 152 Freyas POV Caelums face twisted with something dangerously close to shame. For years, he had believed SilverTech Forgeworks rose solely from his own power, his own genius. In his mind, my contributions were receableCa project lead could have done what I did, so why give credit to the wolf at his side? But now, I saw the doubt in his eyes. He knew the truth: without me, without the patents I had torn from sleepless nights and the blood Id left on every draft, he would not stand where he stood. And most of all, he knew thisCif he wanted the ind development contracts, he needed what only I could give: the improved design, the refined SkyVex patent. I know, Caelum said, his voice lower now, almost pleading. I was wrong. But you shouldnt take it out on thepany. Freya Forgeworks is at a critical point. If you let spite consume you, youll destroy what we built. Iughed, sharp and humorless, the sound echoing like ws on stone. Spite? You think this is spite? Youre using my patent my designs, my proposalsCand when I stand in front of investors and speak, you call that vengeance? His throat worked as if the words cut him, but still he pressed on. If this isnt about revenge, then give me the upgraded patent. Hand it over. For a heartbeat, I simply stared. It struck me then how much more shameless he truly was than I had ever believed. My wolf bristled under my skin, hackles rising. On what grounds? My voice was cold enough to freeze bone. Because- He swallowed hard, then tried a softer note. Because we were mates once. We were bound. That wordCmatesChit me like ws raking my chest. My lips curled, the anger spilling before I could stop it. Bound? You dare speak of that bond? Tell me, Caelum, when we were mates, what did you ever give me? I bled myself dry building Forgeworks, working through nights until my body trembled, and when sess came, the honor went only to you. The wealth, the recognition, the powerCall yours. Your mother, your sister, your Silverfang friends mocked me openly, and you -Alpha of SilverfangCdidnt raise so much as a growl in my defense. And now, suddenly, that bond matters? Color burned across his cheekbones. Shame. Even he could not deny the truth of my words. For three years, I had given him loyalty and strength, and he had repaid me with silence and absence. Ill make it right, he said, almost desperately. Illpensate you. I dont want yourpensation. My wordsshed out, sharp as the crack of a whip. I turned, intent on leaving, when his hand shot out to grasp my wrist. Dont walk away, Freya- AMYNA But he didnt finish. Another hand mped down on his wrist with brutal force, twisting. I smelled the iron edge of dominance before I even turned. Alpha Grafton, Ss said, voice quiet, sharp as a de drawn in the dark. What exactly are you doing? Caelums face twisted in pain as Sss grip bit into his bones. I felt the pressure of his aura, the coldmand of a wolf who had killed on battlefields and made men kneel with only a nce. The Irond Alphas pale gaze pinned Caelum like a wolf pins prey. I should be asking you, Whitmor! Caelum hissed through clenched teeth. What do you me in front of Freya? Nothing much, Ss said coolly. Only ensuring you keep your hands off what is mine. That wordCmineChung in the air, heavy as thunderclouds. Yours? Caelum spat, eyes shing. And what im do you think you have? Sss eyes did not flicker, not even for a breath. Boyfriend. Does that title suffice? The air stilled. k youre doing, manhandling 11:32 AM PP I froze, caught between shock and disbelief. Did he really just-? +8 Pearls Caelum did not hide his astonishment, either. His mouth opened, closed, fury rippling through every muscle. Even I even I could only stare, breath short. Yes, I had told Ss once I might give him a chance, that when his mission guarding me ended, we would see what remained between us. But I had never promised him this. I had never agreed to such public deration. And yet when Caelums furious gaze turned on me, demanding denial, my lips would not form the words. Instead, I pressed them together, and that silence, that hesitationit was as good as admission. Caelums face darkened further, storm brewing in the depths of his eyes. His wolf rumbled beneath his skin, wounded, confused. He had always believedCno matter how broken our bondCthat some part of me still belonged to him. Now he saw otherwise. Freya, he said, voice low, rough, almost pleading, youre youre truly with him? I lifted my chin, shrugging lightly. And if I am? The words were des, and I knew they cut. He flinched as though Id driven steel into his chest. I turned to Ss, ignoring Caelums hollow stare. Let him go. I need to speak with you. For a moment, Ss didnt move. Then he inclined his head, obedient to my request, and released Caelums wrist. I slipped my hand into Sss and pulled him away, leaving Caelum behind in his storm of confusion. His eyes followed us, burning, but I did not look back. Once we had reached the far end of the hall, where the noise of wolves and music dulled to a low hum, I let go of Sss hand and rounded on him. Why, I demanded, did you tell Caelum you were my boyfriend? His dark eyes never wavered. He stepped closer, close enough that I caught the steelCandCember scent that was uniquely his. Because one day, I will be. Thats the truth. I simply spoke it early. I frowned, heart pounding against my ribs. And if, when your assignment ends, I feel nothing for you? I told you before: when the dutys done, we part ways. No ties. No chains. You agreed. Hisshes lowered slightly, then lifted again, the faintest tremor betraying the wolf beneath his control. He bent nearer, lowering his voice so only I could hear, his breath grazing my cheek. Do you mean to tell me, Freya Thorne, that Im not allowed to make you feel something? ON My throat tightened. He leaned in, his eyes like midnight oceans, pulling me under. My wolf stirred restlessly, caught between warning growls and something more primal. His face loomed closer, the sharp lines of it magnified until there was nothing in my sight but Ss Whitmor. I swallowed hard, pulse betraying me. For all my defiance, for all my words of distance, my body responded to him as though it already knew the truth he spoke. Send Gifts Ascension 153 Freyas POV Was this some kind of calcted seduction? +8 Pearls That thought flickered across my mind, bitter and sharp. Ss with his calm, unyielding presence, with those eyesCthose hawkCcut eyes that usually held only ice and restraintCnow warmed with hunger. It was a dangerous thing, the way he looked at me. Dangerous because I wasnt sure I could promise myself I wouldnt feel something in return. Could I really resist him? I wasnt certain. Not with those eyes on me, stripped of aloofness, glimmering instead with a raw need that could set any wolfs heart stuttering. Forget it, I said finally, exhaling. But dont say that again. Not in front of Caelum. The light in Sss gaze dimmed, just a fraction. Still, he inclined his head. As you wish. I understand. The rest of the night unraveled quietly. The investors drifted away after the ind conference ended; the charity donations were counted, praised, and the political wolves congratted one another. By dawn, the halls were emptied of ambition and the stench of forged alliances. Ss and I boarded the ship back to Ashbourne the next morning. His presence beside me was both shield and weight. When we arrived at his estateCthe cold steelCandCstone vi the Whitmors had imed on the citys cliffsCI expected silence, perhaps a moments respite.. Instead, we found a shadow already waiting within. Cassian Whitmor. I had never met Sss father in person. Yet I knew that face; every wolf who walked the Capital knew it. The Whitmor blood ran as sharp as the steel they were named for, and Cassians image had been immortalized in political briefings, on Irond Coalition documents, even in old war dispatches. Cold, beautiful, dangerous. He stood in the heart of the room as if it were his own, and in a sense, perhaps it always would be. The moment Ss saw him, his expression hardened to granite. His voice dropped, edged with warning. Why are you here? I told you beforeCstay away from her. He stepped instinctively in front of me, every line of his body radiating tension, shielding me as though his father might strike at any moment. Cassian chuckled, low and dark. So defensive. Do you fear Ill harm your precious treasure? His gaze slid past Ss,nding on me like a predator studying prey. I heard an amusing taleCthat you, Alpha Whitmor, leapt into the sea with her to drag a from drowning. Imagine my curiosity. I simply had to see the woman who made you abandon your mask of stone. pup The weight of Sss silence was heavy. I could sense the battle in him, his wolf snarling to keep me behind him, his pride hissing at the intrusion. But I would not cower. Iid a hand briefly on his arm, an anchor, and then stepped forward. His fingers twitched to stop me, but I shook my head and met his gaze with calm steel. Then I walked past him until I stood faceCtoCface with Cassian Whitmor. Well? I said, voice clear and unflinching. Have you looked enough? One of his brows arched in faint amusement. You are not disappointing. Good, I said, my wolf bristling, my blood roaring with the taste of old promises. Then its my turn. Before he could respond, I swung- My fist drove hard into his gut, with every ounce of strength that Stormveil blood could summon. The impact rang up my arm, a satisfying crack of muscle against hardened flesh. He staggered, breath hitching, retreating several steps before he managed to nt his boots. His hand clutched his abdomen, eyes wide with genuine shock. I had told Ss onceCif I ever met his father, I would strike him. And I was nothing if not a wolf of my word +8 Pearls Cassiansugh split the air, raw and edged with menace. Hah.. His eyes narrowed, shadows sliding across his face like storm clouds. Bold little thing. Do you understand what price youve just invoked? I straightened, meeting his threat with nothing but fire. Ss promised me yourwyers would shield me. Didnt you? Behind me, I could hear Sss breath catch. I knew he hadnt expected me to actually follow through, hadnt thought I would bare my ws so openly. But I had endured enough Whitmor arrogance, enough men who believed my role was silence. Yes, he said atst, voice rough. I promised. I nodded once, turning back to Cassian. Good. Then tell me thisCdoes the price remain the same if I only strike once? Or does it stay the same if I keep going? For the first time, genuine surprise cracked Cassians perfect mask. His lips parted slightly, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face. And then I moved. Iunched at him, fists a blur, every strike calcted to bruise, to batter, to wound without killing. My blowsnded fast and merciless, each one angled at the soft ces warriors guard but never expose: ribs, kidneys, shoulders, the meat of the thigh. He stumbled under the assault, forced back by my fury, until even his trained bodyguards would have thought twice about stepping in. Cassian snarled, shock giving way to rage. He had not been struck like this in decadesCnot by rival Alphas, not by enemies, and certainly never by a woman. Another punchnded square against his side, hard enough to send him reeling. He lifted his arm atst, striking back. His fist cut through the air, aiming directly for my face. I did not dodge. Because in the blink of a heartbeat, Ss was there. 553 His body mmed between us, one hand snapping up to catch Cassians strike, halting it inches from my cheek. The sound of impact was like stone against steel, two predators colliding. The room froze. Why? Sss voice cracked through the air, colder than winter ice. His eyes were not on his father but on me. mingled in equal parts. Do you not see what youre doing? If I hadnt stopped him, that punch would have shattered your fury and fear jaw. I looked up at him, steady, unshaken. I saw. Then whyC Because I wanted to hit him. The silence after my words was absolute. Sss eyes searched mine, torn between disbelief and something darker. Cassiansughter started again, low and dangerous, even as bruises blossomed across his body where my fists hadnded. And ICFreya Thorne of the Stormveil PackCstood unrepentant, my fists still aching for another round. Send Gifts Ascension 154 Freyas POV +8 Pearls Even if it meant trading wound for wound, I wanted to hit him again. To drive my fists into Cassian until he understood that not everyone bowed to the Irond patriarch. You- Sss voice cracked with shock, his dark eyes shing wide. Cassian onlyughed harder. ThatughCdeep, coarse, gleeful in its crueltyCscraped against my nerves like ws against stone. So eager, little wolf? You want to strike me that badly? Tell me why? I bared my teeth in something that wasnt quite a smile. No reason. Except you deserve it. The amusement in his eyes dimmed to a glower, sharp as broken ss. For Ss, then? Is that it? So what if it is? My voice carried, steady, certain. Cassian leaned closer, menace dripping like venom. What if I told you that even the Whitmor legal pack cannot shield you from this? Do not forget, girlCSs may hold the Alphas seat now, but I am still his father. His rule is not unshakable. His crown not yet forged in steel. Sss body stiffened, the air around him sharp as winter air. His voice dropped to a growl. If you so much as touch her, I will not spare you. It was not the kind of threat wolves tossed lightly. I felt the truth of it resonate in my bones: the vow of a wolf ready to set the world ame, even if it consumed himself. Cassians smile deepened, cruel and assessing. For this girl? Youd burn everything down? Tell me, son- -she is worth that? Sss answer was swift, without hesitation. Shes worth everything. For an instant, Cassian stilled, and I thoughtCgods aboveChe saw himself reflected in his son. Perhaps in that heartbeat, he glimpsed an old ghost, the man he used to be before the rot. Then his grin returned, feral and mocking. Of course you are my son. Hah! But have you thought, Ss? You are my blood, my heir. My fate coils in yours. Whatever path you think you choose, it will spiral back to me. You will be me. And when that happensCno love will save you. That girl will cast you aside like carrion once she sees the beast within. Sss face tightened, shadows cutting across his expression. And Cassian did not relent. His words fell like curses, sharp enough to scar flesh. This woman may care now, but when she learns what you truly areChow dark, how twistedCyou think she will still want you? She will recoil in disgust. You are not made for love, Ss. You never were. The moment you let yourself believe otherwise, you stepped into damnation. Your delusion is the sin you carry. Enough! I didnt thinkCI only moved. My fist still ached from earlier, but my wolf howled for more. I closed the distance in a sh, grabbing Cassian by the front of his jacket and yanking him down to my eye level. The scent of iron and arrogance clung to him, suffocating. The to himsel How dare you? My voice was raw, cutting. Youre his father. How can you say such things to him? Cassians smile thinned, cruel satisfaction radiating from him. Because I know my own son. Because I birthed him into this curse A child like him is not meant for love. His gaze slid past me, back to Ss. You hear me? Even she will leave you, one day. They always leave. felt Ss freeze, his entire body locked tight. His fathers voice was a whip,shing against old wounds that had never truly healed. I could see itCthe way those words crawled beneath his skin like maggots, the way he fought not to flinch. But my anger was greater. I will not leave him! My snarl split the air, feral and ringing. So you can shut your mouth, old wolf. Cassian blinked, just once, as if my words were iprehensible. 142 +8 Pearls What do you mean, not meant for love? I pressed, eyes burning into his. Hes more worthy than youll ever be. He has ws, yes, but he has a heart too. A heart that fights for me, that bleeds for his pack. Can you say the same? You dont deserve the name of father. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ss jolt. His pupils shrank, breath stuttering. Cassian sneered, lips curling. Pathetic. Dont tell meyou love him? You dare? Yes. The word tore free before I realized what I was saying. I will love him. And I will prove to you that he deserves it. He is not you, Cassian Whitmor. He will never be you. And I will make damn sure he knows it. Cassiansugh cracked out again, but there was a strange tremor in it, something like disbeliefCor rage. Love? What a foolish word. Do you think it will save him? You dare to gamble with fate itself? Very well, then. His hands shoved against mine, breaking free of my grip. He straightened, looming tall once more, though bruises marred his side where my fists had struck earlier. Then let us wager. I will bet my legacy that one day you will abandon him. Wolves cannot change their nature. Your love will rot. Youll cast him aside like all the others. The smirk that curved his mouth was poison. Then he turned, his boots echoing across the marble floor as he strode from the vi, hisughter lingering long after he had vanished into the night. I stood there, chest heaving, rage still burning in my veins. When I turned, I found Ss staring at me. Those stormCdark eyes of hisCusually so controlledCnow brimmed with emotions he couldnt cage: joy trembling against terror, hope battling against disbelief. His entire body seemed taut, as if the wrong word might shatter him. Freya, he whispered, voice breaking. You would truly love me? You wouldnt leave? I pressed my lips together, hesitation fluttering at the edges. My heart thundered with what I had just shouted. I hadnt nned it; the words hade like a howl from deep within my chest, too wild to contain. I should have denied it. Should have softened it into something safer. But the truth wasCI wanted to believe it. I grew up under Arthur and Myras unwavering love, surrounded by warmth, by the certainty of family. I knew what love was supposed to look like. To me, it had always been shield and anchor. And so when I looked at SsCat a man who had grown under nothing but venom, a son torn apart by a fathers scornCcouldnt help but rage at the injustice. How could Cassian call him unworthy, when he had endured so much and still stood, still protected, still cared? 1 saw the tremor in his hands, the fear shadowing his eyes. Not fear of his father. Fear of me. Fear that I would look at him and see only the monster Cassian painted. I wont leave you, I said atst, my voice steady, though my heart stammered. Not for his lies. Not for his curses. Youre not him, Ss. And you never will be. His breath caught, his chest rising as though the words had struck harder than any fist. For a long moment, silence wrapped around us, thick with wolfCscent and unshed truths. And I prayed silentlyCto the moon, to fateCthat my vow would be enough to drown out Cassians poison. Send Gifts Ascension 155 Freyas POV +8 Pearls Even the memory of that forbidden chamber in the Whitmor estateCits stench of secrets, of chains, of bloodCand thesh marks across Sss back, made bile rise in my throat. My revulsion toward his father, Cassian Whitmor, had long since calcified into something darker than hate. And yet, when Sss eyes found mine now, steady and searching, the words I wanted to say caught in my throat. So His voice was low, almost careful, as if testing unfamiliar ground. Does this mean were officially together? I blinked. The question stunned me into silence. Yesterday, in front of Caelum, Ss had dered himself as my mate, my boyfriend. Id scolded him afterward, told him never to say something so reckless again. And now? Suddenly it had shifted into this? Into something real? I only said that earlier because I trailed, fumbling for rity. I know. He cut me off before I could untangle the knot in my chest. I know you spoke those words to my father out of pity for the way he tried to strip me bare in front of you. I know you wanted to shield me. But Freya His dark gaze locked with mine, haunted yet desperate. Even if it began as pity, cant you grant me a chance? A chance to walk this path with you. To call it courtship. To call it love. My tongue stilled. T The silence between us stretched taut, straining like a bowstring. Or, he pressed, voice quieter now, are you saying that every word you spoke to Cassian was a lie? No! My response came swift, fierce, instinctive. Then I faltered, breath catching. No. It wasnt a lie. I meant it. His chest rose in a sharp breath, waiting. I closed my eyes, inhaled deeply, and forced myself forward. If you truly want thisCif you want us- -then we set terms. A pact between wolves. I wont bind myself to anyone without clear ground beneath our paws. His lips curved, faint but unshakable. Name them. First, I said, my voice firm, if one day you decide this doesnt work, if we no longer fit then we part in peace. No ws, no blood. We walk away without dragging each other into the dirt. Agreed. He didnt hesitate. Second, I continued, my heart tightening, if another catches your eye, even while we are bound, I want the truth. Tell me inly. Do not hide it. I wont cling. I wont beg. I refuse to repeat the mistake I made with Caelum. At the sound of Caelums name, Sss jaw tightened. His nostrils red, his wolf bristling with something territorial. But he gave a curt nod. Agreed. gel territone once, the Third, I said, meeting his gaze without flinching, the most important one: no lies, None. If you deceive me, even once, trust between us dies. And without trust I swallowed hard. There is nothing left. If I ever find that youve betrayed that vow, I will leave. Without hesitation. Without looking back. For a heartbeat, his expression froze. Then something in his eyes cracked, sharp with fear. His chest tightened, his hand flexing as if the promise itself hurt to hold. If such a day came, if I ever walked away, I knewCit would destroy him. Then I swear it. His voice rang, low and solemn, like an oath spoken to the moon itself. No deception. No falsehoods. If you ask, I will answer. If you doubt, I will bare the truth. You have my word, Freya ThorneCmy vow as Alpha of the Irond Coalition. The words hit me with the weight of steel, of bloodCbound promise. Then I exhaled slowly, feeling the air tremble with the gravity of it. Then we are together The admission hung heavy between us, but instead of fear, I felt a strange, wild relief. +8 Pearls Because if I was willing to stand against Cassian Whitmor himselfCif I was willing to put my body between father and son- then surely, I could not deny that I felt more for Ss than I had let myself admit. Especially when he asked if my words had been a lie. My denial had been immediate, fierce. Because the truth was, I couldnt bear to see that flicker of despair in his eyes. When we first met, Id seen only danger in him: an Alpha wrapped in shadows, a predator cloaked in silence. But over time, little by little, the shadows gave way to something else. To glimpses of the man beneathCthe one scarred by cruelty, the one still capable of tenderness, the one who kept fighting despite the wounds carved into his flesh. And somewhere along the way, I had begun to admire him. To ache for him. To feel my pulse race when his presence drew near. Perhaps I did care for him. Perhaps I even liked him. Better to embrace that truth than keep resisting it like a coward. The moment my words settled, Sss face transformed. It was as though sunlight had cracked through a storm. A smileCradiant, unrestrained, utterly unguardedCbroke across his features. It reached his eyes, his entire being, reshaping the sharp nes of his face into something startlingly beautiful. I had never seen him like that before. It was blinding. And for a heartbeat, I forgot thesh marks, the chains, the shadow of Cassian Whitmor. All I saw was Ss Whitmor smiling at me as if I had just handed him the world. Send Gifts Ascension 156 Third Persons POV +8 Pearls Caelum had begun to notice the change in Aurora ever since they had returned from the Mooncrest ind negotiations. Once so steady and sharpCeyedCthe proud daughter of the Bluemoon Packs Beta, newly knighted in the Airborne Wing- she now drifted like a spirit tethered by unease. Some nights she would bolt awake, gasping, and pace until her hands shook. Other nights, she reached for a bottle, drowning herself in whiskey until she copsed in a drunken haze. Aurora, Caelum pressed one evening, his Alpha tone low but gentle, whats haunting you? If theres something gnawing at your spirit, tell me. Whatever it is, Ill tear it apart for you. She tried to smile, but the cracks showed. Its nothing. Youre overthinking. But Caelum didnt believe her. His golden gaze hardened. This isnt nothing. Is it because of that newsfeed at the charity g -the one that glitched and broadcast the border fire from five years ago? Aurora froze, her pupils widening as though struck. How how do you know? He exhaled slowly, never releasing her eyes. Because from that night onward, youve been different. And now that weve chosen to walk together, no secrets should fester between us. Whatever burns you, I want to share it. Her lips trembled. The memory she had buried wed its way back to the surface. That idental broadcast had not been coincidence; no wolf believed in coincidences that cruel. That footage, she whispered, voice hoarse, pulled me back to that night. Back to the fire. I was there, Caelum. I tried to save him I tried, but he burned in front of me. Her hands trembled violently. I couldnt reach him. I couldnt Her body shuddered as the words burned alive cracked from her lips. Caelum immediately seized her hands, grounding her with his warmth and Alpha steadiness. Easy, he murmured. I didnt know spirits, Aurora, I didnt know you carried this scar. She exhaled shakily. Its all right. After the rescue, I underwent therapy. I thought I was healed. But it seems shadows remain. No wonder you never spoke of it, he said softly. If not for that damn broadcast, I wouldnt know my mate was once a hero of me and ash. You think yourself scarred, but I I wonder if I even deserve you.. A flicker of panic crossed her eyes. Dont say that. We still have battles ahead. The Mooncrest ind project isnt lost. The Thorne family still holds swayCJocelyn especially. If we secure her support, SilverTech will not fall short. Auroras tone sharpened, her warriors pride returning. Besides, there are countless drone specialists. InterferenceCcounter systems are not Freya Thornes monopoly. Once you im the project, others will scramble to work with you. We will have talent. We will have funds. Caelums tension eased. She was right. If they had the Thorne familys signature on this deal, other investors would follow like wolves to blood. And then SilverTech would rise stronger than before. The following day, Caelum and Aurora arrived at the headquarters of the Thorne Conglomerate. As they approached the ssClit lobby, several of the corporations higher executives spilled from the elevator, nked by aides. Their pace was brisk, deliberate, heading straight toward the front doors. Auroras pulse lifted with satisfaction. She had already arranged matters with Jocelyn. Surely, this must be the wee she had promised. Her lips curved into a confident smile. See, Caelum? The Thornes send their elders to greet you. With my ties, I told you I could make them see your worth. Caelums mouth twitched in a rare smile. Perhaps his efforts were finally bearing fruit. He straightened, preparing to meet the senior wolves with the respect of one Alpha to another. But the moment fractured cruelly. C 11:32 +8 Pearls The executives swept past them without so much as a nce. Their eyes were fixed forward, their strides quickening, not for Caelum nor Aurora, but for the doors beyond. Auroras smile faltered, freezing in ce. Caelums hand, halfCraised for greeting, dropped to his side, his jaw tightening. Then they saw why. A sleek ck car pulled up before the entrance. The driver leapt to open the door, his bow deferent. From within stepped two figures: Alpha Ss, and beside him Freya Thorne. The Thornes highmand descended upon them like a tide, surrounding Ss and Freya with reverent attention. Theirughter and respect rang through the marble hall as they escorted the pair toward the elevators. The realization hit Aurora like ash. They had note for her. Not for Caelum. They They hade for them. Her blood burned, humiliation searing down to the bone. Caelum, too, stood stricken. His eyes, hardened by battles and tempered by the burden of leadership, suddenly stung as though struck by des. Then Freya lifted her head. Her gaze swept across the hallCand locked onto his. For a heartbeat, the world stilled. Caelums chest constricted. Nerves he thought long buried ignited, his pulse quickening with an ache he could not name. But as quickly as it came, it was gone. Freyas gaze slid past him, indifferent, as though he were nothing more than in the crowd. The dismissal was sharper than ws. The woman who once looked at him with devotion, whose eyes had once burned only for him, now saw him as air. A hollow ache twisted in his chest. The procession moved on, leaving only silence in their wake. Atst, a voice broke it. Ah, Aurora, Alpha CaelumCyouve arrived. / 714 a stranger They turned to see Jocelyns cousin, Kinsman Thorne, an officer in the Thorne Conglomerates PR division. He offered a cordial smile, though the timing stung. Thornbe here to Whitmor Yes, Aurora managed, her smile brittle. We didnt expect Ss and Freya would be here today as well. Kinsman nodded. The Mooncrest project is a joint venture between the Thornes and the Whitmors. Naturally, Alpha Ss would attend. What surprised us was that he brought Freya along. No one foresaw that match. He chuckled, lowering his voice. Who would have guessed the Irond Alpha would fall for a woman once bound and severed under Lunar Law? Freya is fortunate At the mention of her Lunar Severance Phase, an awkward tension lingered. For Freyas former mate was none other than Caelum himself. Kinsman faltered, rubbing his nose before ushering them inside. Anyway, lets head up Auroras lips remained frozen in a smile that felt like stone, Fortunate? That word burned like acid. +2 Pearls Once, Freya had been discardedCleft broken by Caelum himself. Yet here she was, standing tall, eyes forward, wrapped in the respect of two great packs. While Aurora and Caelum, for all their nning, stood in the shadow of their ascent, diminished. Auroras nails dug into her palms. How long could Ss Whitmor truly remain interested in Freya? Surely not long. Surely. The bitterness coiled in her belly like venom, whispering promises she dared not speak aloud. Ascension 157 Third Persons POV At the doors of the Thorne Conglomerates council chamber, Kinsman raised a hand. +8 Pearls Alpha Caelum, Lady AuroraCplease remain outside for the moment. The ViceCChair and Lord Abel are currently inside with Alpha Ss, discussing the terms of the Mooncrest venture. Youll be summoned once your names are called. What? Auroras eyes widened, her voice edged with disbelief. Were to wait? Of course. Kinsmans tone carried the easy arrogance of one who enjoyed his little measure of power. His eyes flicked over Caelum with thinly veiled disdain. The rumors had spread fast in the Capital: at the failed Mooncrest summit, Caelum had submitted a proposal that bore the handwriting of his former mate, Freya Thorne. Even the patents listed were hers. A Silverfang Alpha reduced to leaning on al discarded mates brilliance. What sort of Alpha did that? Fortunes chosen, or simply lucky? A flush crept up Caelums neck, the sting of the younger wolfs contempt biting deep. He was not ustomed to such treatment. Since SilverTech Forgeworks had risen from nothing to a listed enterprise within three years, Caelums presence hadmanded respect wherever he went. In boardrooms of the old dynasties, he was received with deference, never told to wait outside like a supplicant pup. But now, standing in the gleaming marble hall of the Thornes, the sting of humiliation dragged him back to the early days- when he was nothing but an ambitious wolf with tattered schematics in his hands, waiting endlessly for some elder to nce his way. His hand tightened on the dossier he carried. He had poured over it, rewritten it line by line. With Auroras support, this was his chance to secure the Mooncrest project. He could not afford to falter. Minutes bled into what felt like hours before Kinsman returned. Very well. You may enter now. Caelum rose with Aurora and stepped into the chamber. The air inside was heavy with power. Around the table sat the high council of the Thornes, At the head was Abel Thorne, current President of the conglomerate, nked by senior wolves. Beside them, seated with cool poise, was Freya. And next to her, Alpha SsCironCeyed,manding, unmistakably dominant. As Caelum and Aurora moved toward the table, Sss voice cut the air like a de. I was under the impression this meeting excluded nonCessential personnel. This AuroraCshe holds no seat on the Mooncrest board, does she? Aurora froze, her breath catching. She straightened, forcing her voice steady. My mother is StormveilCborn. That makes me of Thorne blood, at least in part. Sss gaze was cold. And what role do you y in Mooncrests development? Aurora faltered. Silence answered for her. One of the stewards moved forward immediately, bowing slightly. Lady Aurora, please wait outside. Color drained from Auroras face, then red back in a wave of indignation. If I must leave, then so should Freya. She holds no official office in the Conglomerate. Why should she remain while I am cast out? Jocelyns lips curved into a sharp smile. Shes right. If Aurora is not permitted, then why is Freya? My cousin holds no title in this house either. The chamber, quieted. Every eye shifted toward Freya. Lennon Thorne, Jocelyns father, cleared his throat, his voice edged with difort. Freya, perhaps its best if you step outside. Freyas brow furrowed. Her presence here was not her own wish; she was here to guard Ss, to ensure his safety in the storm of politics. Yet she said nothing, allowing the tide to swell. Auroras eyes glinted with satisfaction. If she could not remain, then Freya would also be banished. P Pearls But before the stewards could usher her away, Ss Whitmor spoke, his voice calm but cutting through the chamber like thunder. The Irond Coalitions cooperation with the Thornes rests solely on Freya Thornes judgment. If she leaves this room, then the Coalition leaves as well. There will be no Mooncrest pact. The words dropped like stones into still water. What?! A ripple of shock tore through the table. Such a vital contractCits final seal resting in the hands of a woman once severed from her mate under the Lunar Laws? Impossible. Unthinkable. And yet Sss expression bore no trace of jest. Even Freya herself stiffened in surprise. But Sss posture was unyielding, the authority of an Alpha who made no idle, derations. Abel Thorne finally broke the stunned silence. Then it is settled. Aurora will wait outside. The meeting continues. Auroras face burned crimson, shame and fury warring in her veins. Under so many watching eyes, she had no choice but to bow stiffly and withdraw. The door shut behind her. Inside, Abel inclined his head toward Caelum. Alpha Grafton, proceed. Caelum rose, clutching the dossier. Once, he had been the one sitting at the high table,manding the respect of a hall. Freya had once been the one seated lower, struggling for acknowledgment. But now their roles had reversed. Freya sat in a ce of power, her calm gaze level with Sss. And CaelumCAlpha of Silverfang, once her mateCstood below, reduced to petitioning. He began to speak, his voice betraying cracks. Words he had rehearsed countless times now tangled in his throat. He stumbled, stammered, forced the points out one by one. At its core, SilverTech proposes if the Conglomerate epts partnership, then regarding the interferenceCresistant systems, we will secure leading experts to ensure the most advanced upgrades. Furthermore, SilverTech will make concessions. We are willing to increase our offeringCan additional five percent reduction in profit sharespared to the original terms. The chamber stirred. Five percent was no small figure. In a project of this scale, it represented millions in value. For the first time, several Thorne executives leaned forward, their interest piqued despite their earlier skepticism. Though Caelums earlier presentation faltered, numbers had their own voice, and this concession carried weight. The silence stretched after his words, broken only by the scratching of pens as aides recorded the offer. Yet Caelum felt no relief. His eyes, against his will, slid to Freya. She sat silent beside Ss, her expression unreadable. Once, she had looked to him as though he were the moon itself. Now, she looked through himCcold, unshaken, belonging to another Alphas orbit. And in that moment, the weight of his position crushed him harder than any financial loss could. Send Gifts 98 Ascension 158 +8 Pearls Third Persons POV The Mooncrest development was no small affair. Though the project itself bore the sigil of Ashbournes government, its execution fell upon the Thornes and the Whitmors. The Thornes carried the infrastructure and local authority; the Whitmors carried the true weight of military influence and the Irond Coalitions reach. Without the Coalition, Stormveil could never haveid im to a project of such magnitude. So when the discussion turned to the matter of aerial defense and unmanned craft, Abel Thornes voice rumbled low. If Stormveil desires, this portion of the contract could indeed be ceded to SilverTech Forgeworks. Jocelyn Thorne was the first to speak, lips curved in an eager smile. I think we should. SilverTech has shown sincerity. Her father, Lennon Thorne, echoed swiftly. I agree. Others among the Thorne council followed, their assent rising like the tide. Abels gaze shifted across the table, settling on Ss Whitmor. And what does Alpha Whitmor think? Every wolf present knew the truthCthough the Thornes bore their name upon the project, it was the Whitmor banner that allowed them to stand in such a ce of prominence. Without the Coalitions backing, the Thornes grip on the ind would be fragile at best. Ss did not answer immediately. His eyes, sharp as steel, turned instead toward Freya Thorne. What say you? The chamber hushed. Freya did not flinch beneath the weight of his gaze. Her voice was steady, her eyes clear. I do not approve of cing the drone contracts in SilverTechs hands. Caelums head snapped up, shock and fury ring in his eyes. Jocelyn seized upon the opening like a wolf scenting blood. Freyasurely this is nothing more than spite? Because Alpha Caelum severed the Lunar Bond with you, and because he has since turned his gaze upon Aurora? Are you so petty you would sabotage him at the cost of the Packs future? A few murmurs rippled along the table. Lennon Thornes palm struck the table. Enough games, Freya! You may despise Caelum as a former mate, but that is personal. Here we speak of Stormveils future. Put away your grievances! Freyas eyes sharpened. So, to support SilverTech is professional, but to oppose them is personal spite? Interesting logic, Alpha Lennon. So simple a division of public and private duty. To an outsider, it would almost seem SilverTechs Alpha has purchased loyalty in coin rather than honor. The words struck like a w to the throat. Both Lennon and Jocelyn stiffened, their expressions flickering with outrage and something elseCguilt. Freya, how dare you nder us? Jocelyns voice was sharp, but it quavered at the edges. You protest too quickly, cousin. One might almost believe I struck truth. Freyas tone carried the weight of a predators sneer. Jocelyns eyes flickered, the mask slipping. In truth, Aurora had whispered promises to her: should she deliver SilverTech into the Thornes contract, a share of profits would find its way to her pocket. That promise now burned like a brand of shame beneath Freyas gaze. Caelum rose, his voice tight. Freya, no matter how bitter you are over our broken bond, you have no right to drag mypany into your vendetta. SilverTech is not merely me. It is hundreds of wolves who follow mymand, whobor under my banner. They do not deserve to be condemned for your grudge. If your former colleagues hear this nder, what do you think they will believe? Before Freya could speak, Sss voice cut across the chamber, smooth and merciless. They will believe their Alpha is weak They will believe apany once strong is now rotting from the inside. They will believe their livelihoods are bound to a sinking vessel. 112 11:33 AM P The silence that followed was knifeCsharp. +8 Pearls Caelums face nched, then flushed red with rage. Lord WhitmorCyou may be Alpha of the Coalition, but even you cannot speak so basely! Ss leaned back, the faint curl of amusement on his lips carrying more danger than any snarl. Basely? I spoke only what is seen. Truth is no insult. I built SilverTech in three years and brought it to listing! Caelum growled. Do you call that weakness? Three years, yes, Ss replied, his tone ironCd and cold. But was it your strengthCor the brilliance you stole from another? Caelums retort died in his throat. Freya rose then, her voice cutting through the chamber like a drawn de. SilverTech cannot guarantee thepletion of interferenceCresistant upgrades. The only way they could attempt it would be by drawing on fresh investmentCStormveils coffers, not their own. If their upgrades fail, the Thornes shoulder the loss. Lost time, lost resources, dyed schedules. Tell me, is that risk eptable? Her gaze swept the table, then returned to Abel. And there is more. Word runs through the Capital that SilverTechs lifeblood is failing. Their cashflow teeters. Before this council votes, should you not verify if SilverTech is already bleeding out? Gasps rippled through the chamber. Abel Thorne leaned forward, eyes narrowing. Freya, is this rumor or truth? Send an audit, she answered evenly. You will see for yourselves. Caelum mmed a fist on the table, hisposure snapping. You cannot stand there and cken my Packs name with lies! Freya, whatever hatred you bear, you cannot invent such things! Freyas eyes glinted cold as moonlight. If your coffers are full, then answer me this, Caelum. Why is it that when the Lunar Severance was finalized, all you could return was my parents death stipend? A mere one hundred 1.53 million sovereigns- blood money from the Hall of MartyrsCwhile you kept every property mortgaged and every ount empty? Where were your riches then? The chamber froze. Every Thorne present knew of the severance. Few had known the details. To hear that Freya, daughter of Arthur and Myra- fallen wolves of the Iron Fang Recon UnitChad been repaid not with wealth but with the very bloodpensation of her parents sacrifice the air itself seemed to grow heavy. Faces turned toward Caelum, shock and disdain in in every eye. The truth His cheeks burned crimson. He opened his mouth, but no words came. The truth sat heavy in the room, a wound reopened before every elder and kin. his SilverTech, once hailed as a miracle, now stood revealed as a hollow edifice. And the Alpha who had built itChis strength, his honor, his imCshaken beneath the gaze of his former mate. Ascension 159 Freyas POV O The room was heavy with silence, the kind that suffocates even the strongest of wolves. D +8 Pearls Across the long oak table, my uncle Abel Thornes voice cut sharp through the air. Alpha Caelum, whether Stormveil should continue any dealings with SilverTech Forgeworks I believe the family must reconsider carefully. His words were final. A rejection, veiled in civility, but a rejection nheless. I caught the look on Caelums faceCashen, drained, like a warrior stripped of his de. The Alpha of Silverfang Pack, proud head of SilverTech Forgeworks, suddenly looked like a lone wolf cornered. When the meeting ended, I walked out alongside Jocelyn Thorne. She wasted no time in voicing her bitterness, her voice sharp as a dagger. If not for Freya meddling, the elders would never have turned against the proposal. My name fell from her lips like venom. Outside the chamber, I found Aurora waiting anxiously, her hands clenched, her wolf aura tense. She rushed forward the moment Jocelyn spoke. What? Auroras eyes widened. Her voice trembled, but her rage was unmistakable. Do you mean Freya ruined it? The newly appointed Bluemoon pilot had been grooming this partnership for moons, I knew. To her, this was more than just businessCit was ambition, prestige, validation. And when she saw me step through the door, she didnt hesitate. She stormed toward me like a storm breaking its chains. Freya Thorne! Just because Caelum divorced you during the Lunar Severance Phase, you want to destroy him? Youre birth to a daughter like you! pathetic! Disgraceful! No wonder your parentsCheroes of StormveilCshould never have give The wordsnced into me. For a heartbeat, I went
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blood. My hand struck before my wolf could even think. The p cracked across her face, sharp and clean. Aurora reeled back, her eyes wide in shock. She hadnt expected me to strike. ???????????????? You dare spit poison about my parents? My voice was ice, my wolf rising, growling within me. One more word, Aurora, and youll regret it. Her lip curled in defiance. I will say it. Your parents- My foot drove forward, sending her body flying against the stone wall. She crumpled, her WolfComm device spilling from her pocket. And then, I let go. The power I kept caged deep inside surged outward, a ripple of raw Alpha dominance flooding the Corridor. The air thickened, charged, the walls themselves seeming to shudder with the weight of it. Aurora gasped as if the air had been sucked from her lungs, her wolf copsing beneath the pressure. She wed at her throat, eyes wide with terror, her body trembling like prey before a predator. From the chamber doors, Caelum stormed out, his voice raised. But the moment he stepped into the force of my aura, stride faltered. His pupils red, his wolf reeling under the pressure that pinned him as surely as chains. Freya! he barked, though his voice cracked against the weight of my presence. What what are you doing to her? his What I should have done long ago. My words cut sharp as a de, and the dominance didnt waver. If she dares nder my parents again, I will not stop at broken ribs. For the first time, Caelum truly looked at meCsaw me. His lips parted, confusion and disbelief written all over his face. You youre not. an Omega? 10:08 AM PP. +8 Pearls I met his gaze, cold and unflinching. The answer lingered on my tongue, but I didnt waste it on him. He wasnt worth it. So I said nothing. I let the silence hang, heavy with the truth he didnt deserve, my wolf aura pressing down on them both until Aurora whimpered like a pup cornered. Just then, Auroras fallen WolfComm lit up on the ground. A message shed across the screen. Only one word. Murderer. Her eyes widened in horror. She lunged for the device, clutching it to her chest as though shielding herself from ws unseen. Caelum, she whispered, her voice suddenly desperate, lets go we need to leave. He frowned, confused by the sudden shift. Youre pale, Aurora. That blow must have been harder than I thought. Ill take you to the healers- No. She shook her head too quickly, clutching her WolfComm tighter. Just take me home. He gave her onest look, then wrapped his arm around her and led her into the waiting lift. I stood there, still, watching. My wolf eyes narrowed. Something about that message had rattled her to the bone. Beside me, Ss approached quietly. His presence carried the weight of the Irond Coalition, steady and unyielding. He reached for my handCthe one that had struck Aurora moments agoCand lifted it gently, his touch unexpectedly soft. Does it hurt? he asked. I blinked at him. Hurt? The sting was on Auroras cheek, not mine. Yet his eyes were warm, too warm, and the gesture intimate. I pulled my hand back slowly, masking the strange flutter in my chest. Around us, the younger Thorne cousins exchanged nces, muttering. To them, I was the violent one. To Ss, somehow, I was the one worth shielding. Jocelyns gaze burned into me from across the hall, her jaw tight, her eyes seething. She hated me more in that moment than she ever had before. Later that night, Ss was buried in his work inside the study, poring over scrolls of Ironhold Consortium contracts. I sat on the couch nearby, speaking into my headset. Lana, I told you already, I sighed. Im still assigned to protect Ss. I cant log in right now. On the other end of the WolfComm line, Lana groaned theatrically. Freya, please! If you dont join me in the raid, Ill fail the quest. This is life or death in the game server! I smirked faintly, shaking my head. Life or death? You exaggerate. Not this time! she protested. Whats this about? Sss voice broke in, closer than I realized. I turned to see him standing behind me, his gaze amused. Lana wants me to jump into the game with her. But Im not sure its the right time, I admitted. He tilted his head, thoughtful. No reason you shouldnt. Though I prefer your focus remain on me, this manor has more than one Iron Fang Recon officer stationed. You can spare an hour. Then he added, almost too casually. But if you go, can you take me with you? I blinked. Into the game? Yes. His lips quirked, the faintest of smiles. Ten minutester, Lanas avatar waited in the virtual lobby. When she saw the lowCleveled, bareCbones figure standing awkwardly beside me, her jaw nearly dropped. 10:09 AM P P +8 Pearls Whos that? she demanded. Alpha Ss, I answered tly. You brought him into the raid? Her disbelief was almostical. But I only crossed my arms, my wolf stirring with something strangeCanticipation, maybe. Send Gifts 214 Ascension 160 Freyas POV He insists on joining the game. +8 Pearls I rubbed the bridge of my nose, exhaling slowly into the WolfComm mic. Even I couldnt hide the note of resignation in my voice. On the other end of the channel, Lana groaned. What? Freya, I begged you to log in because I need to finish this mission tonight. But if he tags along how am I supposed to carry a dead weight? He looks like the sort of yer who wouldnt know the difference between a scope and a stun grenade. I flicked my gaze sideways. Ss sat on the couch beside me, leaning back with a casual confidence that only Alphas seemed capable of. In the virtual world, his avatar wasughably bareCbonesCleather scraps, no proper armor, and a weapon that looked like it would shatter after two swings. He might havemanded the Irond Coalition in the flesh, but inCgame he was nothing more than a newborn pup stumbling into the hunt. Itll be fine, I told Lana, my voice clipped. Just let him stick to my side. He wont slow you down. Sss golden eyes flicked toward me, unreadable, though there was a ghost of amusement on his lips. Lana muttered something about bad omens, but then sighed in defeat. Fine. As long as he doesnt seriously, Freya, why is he even ying with us? Doesnt the great Alpha Whitmor have empires to run? get in my way. But I opened my mouth, but before I could answer, his voice cut through the channel like steel sliding free of a sheath. Is it so strange for a male to want to follow his mate into battle? The sound of his voice in the channel startled Lana so badly I heard the crackle of her headset and a muffled curse. Ss Whitmor is in the room with you? Yes. And hes your mate? she demanded, breathless. Heat crawled up the back of my neck. Its recent, I admitted, reluctant. There was a beat of silence on the channel. Then Lana erupted into the shriekingughter of a wild prairie marmot. Freya! Are you telling me you bonded with that Whitmor and didnt think to tell me? The same Freya who swore shed never let a male Alphay im to her? Sss gazended on me, steady, piercing. The weight of it was unbearable, like he was peeling back everyyer of my defenses. I cleared my throat sharply and muttered, I nned to tell you in person. Focus on the mission, Lana. She groaned, muttering about betrayal and best friends, but at least she redirected her attention. The game loaded, throwing us into a warCtorn cityscape. Six of us in the squad: Lana, myself, Ss, and three other familiar voices whod run countless raids with us before. Stay close, I told Ss firmly, my voice the samemand Id once used to direct warriors of the Iron Fang Recon Unit. Do not wander. If you fall behind, I wonte back for you. His lips curved faintly. Understood. We moved through the shattered streets, weapons drawn. My avatars rifle glinted with enchanted steel mods, the reward of long seasons grinding for resources. Ss trailed close behind me, his rookie avatar sticking out like a pup in a den of seasoned hunters. Hey, newbie, one of the others teased over ? Ss gave a soft affirmative hum. Whats your name, then? Ss Whitmor. 10:09 AM P p The channel went dead silent. Thenughter broke out. No way. Thats the same name as the Irond Coalitions Alpha. Man, youve got some nerve, naming your rookie after him. You trying to cosy a legend? +8 Pearls Ha! Next youll say youre really him. As if the Alpha of the Whitmor family empire has time to y games with us. I could almost feel Lanas exasperation radiating through them line. She wanted to shout the truthCthat the very Alpha they joked about was sitting here with us, lounging like he had nothing better to do. But she held her tongue, for once.. We pressed forward. Gunfire erupted from a rooftop, enemies dropping into our path. My wolf surged as adrenaline spiked through me. My fingers danced across the screen, movements quick and precise. My avatar darted into cover, rolled out, and struck. Headshots dropped one after another. Burst fire cleared corridors. When a teammate was pinned, I shifted seamlessly into support, cutting down their attacker before they fell. The game blurred into instinct, into rhythm. Every kill, every maneuver echoed the training burned into me from the Iron Fang Recon Unit. In this digital battlefield, I wasnt just ying. I wasmanding, leading, dominating. Beside me, Ss was silent. But I felt his gaze, heavier than the smoke of burning pixels. Not on the screenCon me. Watching the way my fingers moved, the sharp focus in my eyes, the wolf aura that bled through even into this simtion. Dont fall behind, I snapped without looking, sensing his distraction. He smirked faintly, his avatar stumbling to keep up with mine. The mission point glowed ahead, but suddenly the streets filled with hostile squads. More than one team. Theyd allied together, waiting to ambush us before we reached the target. Damn it! Lana cursed, gunfire rattling through her headset. Are these bastards ever going to let us finish the damn quest? Explosions tore through the virtual concrete. Our team scrambled for cover. I dropped to a nk, returning fire with ruthless precision. But this was no ordinary skirmishCit was a ughter waiting to happen. Too many enemies. Too much crossfire. I turned my head toward Ss, his rookie avatar blinking stupidly on the screen. Hed be torn apart in seconds if he tried to fight. Ss, I barked, voice sharp. Forget following me. Find cover. Now. For a heartbeat, he hesitatedClike the Alpha in him resisted taking orders from me, even here. But then, slowly, I saw his avatar move, ducking behind a copsed wall. Good. He listened. For once. The roar of battle swallowed us whole. My wolf stretched within me, teeth bared, eager for the fight. And I dove headlong into the storm. Ascension 161 Freyas POV C . +8 Pearls I pressed my back to the crumbling stone wall inCgame, fingers flying over my WolfComm screen as I strafed out and unleashed a rain of bullets at the enemy squad closing in. Go, I barked into thems. Lana, take the others and finish the mission. Ill hold them off. This wasnt the first time Id volunteered to take the heat. I had no active quest that needed clearing, and if I had to throw myself into a digital meat grinder to cover my team, so be it. Understood! Lanas voice crackled back, firm as always. She and the three veteran yers slipped through a gap in the enemys line while I cut a path for them. My thumbs mmed my avatars ultimate ability into y. Explosions ripped through the battlefield, sending half a dozen enemy characters sprawling. For a moment, I felt the rushCthe same raw, reckless surge Id once known running with the Iron Fang Recon Unit, shoulder to shoulder with wolves who trusted me with their lives. But this wasnt blood and steel. It was pixels. And yet my pulse still thundered as if I were truly back in a killCzone. Gunfire and grenades nketed me in a storm of fire. I ducked behind cover, teeth grit, dragging out every second I could. My ammo counter blinked red, shing its warning. Just a little longer. Just until they finish- Then, Lanas triumphant cry rang in my headset: Objective secured! Relief cut through me, sharp and sweet. I let my avatar stand tall, bracing for the inevitablest exchange. At least their mission was done. I was ready to burn out in a ze of glory. But it didnt happen. The enemies that had cornered meCone by one, they fell. Precise headshots dropped them cleanly, no wasted bullets, no hesitation. My screen filled with kill notifications, not from me but from him. I froze, my wolf stirring uneasily in my chest. Freya! Lanas voice rose, incredulous. You said Ss Whitmor was new at this? That was insane! Too sharp, one of our teammates added, awe heavy in his tone, No way a rookie ys like that. Is he even human? another whispered. I turned my head. Beside me on the couch, Ss sat calm and steady, his massive frame rxed as if this was just another training drill. He wielded the rookie rifle Id handed him earlier, but in his hands it had turned into something deadly. His in- game avatar approached mine, step by measured step, until his soldier stood over mine. And then his voiceClow, unyieldingCfilled thems. Even in a game, I wont watch you fall. My heart skipped a beat. No, it lunged. WolfCsense and human instinct tangled together, pounding against my ribs until I had to suck in a breath just to ground myself. When we finally logged off, the silence in the room felt strangely charged. I busied myself with my WolfComm, cheeks burning, forcing a casual tone. Well. Thats enough for tonight. ItsteCyou should rest. Ill head back to my room. Istood, but his hand caught mine. Firm. Warm. Unrelenting. Wait I blinked down at him. What is it? His stormCgrey eyes caught mine. Did you really go with Lana to a bar to chase males back then? His voice was deceptively calm, but I felt the undercurrent, a growl held on a leash. 10:09 AM P P. I nearly choked. Of all the things he could ask, it was that. 0 That was Lana exaggerating, I said quickly. My face heated despite myself. His gaze sharpened. So you never went? Never looked? +8 Pearls I hesitated, lips parting but no wordsing out. Technically, yesCwed gone. Lana had been heartbroken and dragged me along. Shed ordered drinks and even called in some of the bars soCcalled famous charmers for her own distraction. Id sat through it, nursing my drink, my attention fixed on her misery, not the men. But the truth lodged in I my throat *** His grip on my hand tightened fractionally. Your silence tells me enough. You did go. His tone dropped to a murmur, dangerous in its softness. Did any of them catch your eye? Were they better than me? My wolf bristled at the sheer audacity, a mix of irritation and reluctant amusement twisting in my chest. No! Of course not, I said hotly. That was years ago. And no one there came close. For a moment, he said nothing. Then his mouth curved, the barest hint of satisfaction tugging at his lips. So you think Im better looking than them? The words were in, but in his voice they coiled with something primal, something that scraped against the edges of a im he hadnt spoken aloud. I swallowed. Yes. It wasnt even a lie. His smile deepened, predatorCsmooth. You really believe that? Yes, I admitted. I could barely remember the faces of those men Lana had brought into that private booth. Theyd been meaningless distractions in her heartbreak, blurred silhouettes in a haze of music and liquor. But Ss he was here, real, carved into every one of my senses. His presence was inescapable, his scentCiron, smoke, and something dangerously intoxicating- curling into me. His eyes didnt leave mine. Then that means you can see yourself with me, doesnt it? I stared, breath catching. The question shouldnt have made my pulse race, but it did. In the Capital, in every pack and every whispered corner of werewolf society, Ss Whitmors name carried weight. Irond Alpha. Son of the richest dynasty this side of the continent. And yet here he was, tethering me with a simple question that felt heavier than any battlefieldmand. hemane Who, I thought, faintly dazed, would dare say no to him? He leaned back slightly on the couch, still holding my hand, his head tilted at an angle that exposed the clean, elegant line of his throat. The position was casual, but the effect was devastating. My wolf stirred again, restless and conflicted. I had no answer for him. Or maybe the answer was already written in the way my heart thundered, betraying me. Ascension 162 Freyas POV +8 Pearls If I truly didnt want you, I said quietly, meeting his stormCgrey eyes headCon, why would I have agreed to be with you at all? Sss lips curved into something unreadableChalf a smile, half a question. He leaned closer, his tall frame folding toward me until the heat of him pressed against my senses. One of his hands stayed wrapped around mine, unyielding, the other slid around my waist as if he feared I might bolt. Then his voice dropped low, the timbre rougher than Id ever heard from him. His lips parted, so close to my skin I could feel the whisper of his breath along my jaw. If I do this will you hold it against me? The brush of his mouth against the line of my jaw was so featherClight it barely counted as a touch. Yet every nerve in my body lit up like fire. I froze, my wolf stiffening within me. I could feel the hunger in his gaze when I finally dared to meet itCraw, molten, almost desperate. Freya His voice was hoarse now, rough silk edged with gravel. I want to kiss you. My heart mmed hard against my ribs. I blinked at him, once, twice. We were already bound together by choice, though not by mateCbond. And it wasnt as if I hadnt felt the pull toward him beforeCthe subtle way his presence dragged my gaze, the way his scent coiled around me like smoke and steel until my wolf bristled in restless awareness. A kiss didnt seem impossible. It seemed inevitable. And yet my If you dont want it, he whispered, his forehead nearly brushing mine now, you can push me away. I wont force you. The words, though spoken in thatmanding Alphas voice of his, broke strangely softClike a plea wrapped in power. His lips trailed upward, tracing the sharp edge of my jaw, closer and closer to my mouth, I didnt push him. My body was taut as a bowstring, but I didnt move away. I could feel the tremor in his hand at my waist, just the faintest quiver. Was he actually nervous? Ss nervous because of a kiss? Then his lips finally met mine. It wasnt fierce, or iming, or anything like the hunger Id expected from him. It was soft. Careful. A ghost of a kiss, reverent in its restraintCas if the moment he pressed too hard he would shatter g sacred. And just when I thought that was allCwhen he began to draw backCmy hand shot up. yanked him forward, crushing the faint distance between us. fistin in the front of his shirt. I Open your mouth, I demanded, wolf rising with sudden boldness. For a heartbeat, he just stared at me, startled. Then, obediently, he did as I ordered. This time, I kissed him. No hesitation. No trembling restraint. I imed his lips with mine, tasting him fully, showing him that he wasnt the only one allowed to hunger. When we finally broke apart, his breath came uneven, his ears tinged red. He stared expected me to fight fire with fire. Why why would you do that? at me, wideCeyed, as if he hadnt Because youre my chosen mate. I answered simply. The word slipped free before I could stop it, and though technically we hadntpleted the bond, it felt truer than anything else. And because I wanted to kiss you. Is that reason enough? His eyes zed, silver and storm, the wolf behind them shing wild, Slowly, a smile spread across his faceCsharp and devastating. More than enough. The sweetness in my chest was dangerous, intoxicating, but I forced myself to step back. Now, I added firmly, trying to steady my voice, will you let me go? I do need to sleep. 10:09 AM PP. He hesitated, reluctant, but finally released my waist. Go, then, he murmured. +8 Pearls I slipped out of his grasp and retreated down the hall to my own room. When the door closed behind me, I leaned against it, my pulse still racing. I could almost still feel the warmth of his lips against mine. On the other side of the walls, I imagined him sitting alone in that guest suite, fingers brushing his mouth as if reliving the moment. And I wasnt wrong. Somewhere across the packhouse, I could almost hear his low murmur carried by instinctual bondCsense, though faint and fragmented: Freya what have you done to me? You gave me a taste, and now Ill crave more. I had barely washed my face and brushed my teeth when my WolfComm chimed with Lanas name. Freya! she burst out the moment I answered. Tell me youre not still with Alpha Ss. I blinked at the screen. No. Im in my own room, about to sleep. Her sigh of relief gusted through the speaker. Good. But you are seriously telling me youre with him now? Officially? Yes. I nodded, firm. Were together. Her eyes widened. He didnt threaten you, did he? Force you? No, I said firmly. It was my choice. face. Lana still looked like she was seeing a ghost. Freya, do you understand what youve done? Ss Whitmor is- She waved her hands in exasperation. He looks like sin carved into flesh. Sure. But you? Youve never been the type to fall for a pretty What on earth do you see in him? I thought about it, long and hard. Finally, I said simply, Hes not what everyone thinks. Hes more. . Her jaw dropped. That almost sounded like sarcasm. In The Capital, there are a hundred rumors about him, and not one of them says hes decent. w A wry smile touched my lips. Sometimes the ones you expect to be nobl are wolves hiding knives. And sometimes the ones painted as viins carry a goodness you dont notice until its aimed at you. So, she drawled, her expression softening into a smirk, what youre telling me is youve actually seen that goodness? Hes not what I imagined. And yes, I admitted, maybe part of this started as impulse. But I dont regret it. Her teasing faded into quiet sincerity. Then I hope he proves himself worthy of you, Freya. Truly Thank you. My voice was steady, but inside, my wolf stirred uneasily. Hope and fear tangled like thorn and rose. The future was a path hone of us could see clearly. I didnt know where mine with Ss would lead. But for the first time in years, I wasnt afraid to walk it. Send Gifts 214 Ascension 163 +8 Pearls Third Persons POV Aurora jolted awake in the dead of night, her breath ragged, her body slick with cold sweat. The shadows seemed to crawl closer, pressing against her, echoing the nightmare that had just strangled her sleep. You dreamed again? Caelums low voice came from the doorway. The Silverfang Alpha stepped in, his tall frame carrying bothmand and quiet concern. Ever since their return from the Stormveil negotiations, he had noticed the change in AuroraCthe way her shoulders stiffened, the haunted look in her eyes, the nights broken by muffled cries. Aurora swallowed, forcing herself upright. Mm, she admitted, her tone faint, her hair clinging damply to her skin. Caelums gaze softened. Its because of what Freya did, isnt it? The way she struck you down in front of everyone? His voice carried that Alpha steadiness, but underneathy genuine worry. If the memory wont release you, perhaps you should speak to a healer someone skilled in untangling the mind. It would keep scars from setting too deep. Aurora gave a small nod, exhaling slowly. Perhaps. She knew better, though. It wasnt Freyas sudden re of dominance that haunted her. It was the WolfComm message that had appeared that same nightCthe one that called her murderer. The letters still burned in her mind, as though branded into her very soul. Who had sent it? She had tried to trace the number, wing at every lead, but it was a phantomCan unrooted signal, discarded and gone. Whoever had done this knew how to cover their tracks. Her chest tightened, and her pulse hammered louder in her ears. ???? ???? ???? ??? ???? ???? ???? ???? ???? ???? Caelum moved closer, a cloth in hand, gently wiping the sweat from her brow. Youre trembling. Ill fetch you water. Stay here, Aurora. She nodded again, watching as he turned to leave. But as the door closed behind him, his WolfComm chimed sharply. Aurora caught the sudden flicker in his faceChis features tightening, his eyes shadowingCas he nced at the caller ID. Without hesitation, he stepped out into the hall and answered. Something in his posture made Auroras gut coil. In all the time she had known him, Caelum had never once avoided taking a call in front of her. Sliding from the bed, she padded silently to the doorway, pressing herself against the stone wall. Its me, Caelums deep timbre carried through the stillness. Youve found something? The one who pulled me from the river eight years agoCwho it was? Aurora froze. Her blood ran cold. So that was it. Caelum was still searching. Still digging for the truth of that night. The night he had nearly drowned. He had always sworn he trusted herCthat it had been her, Aurora of the Bluemoon Pack, who had saved him. He had built their bond on that foundation, elevating her, giving her a ce at his side. And yet, secretly, he was still investigating. Still doubting. Her hands trembled. If he discovered the truthCthat it had not been her, but Freya ThorneCeverything she had fought for would crumble. Her ce at Caelums side. Her chance to rise as Alphas mate. Even her carefully woven path to one day be Luna of the Silverfang Pack. All of it would vanish like ash in the wind. could No. She could not allow that truth to surface. Her mind spun, ws of panic raking at her chest. And then, in a rush of instinct, she staggered forward, letting herself fall hard against the floorboards. Pain shot up her leg and she let out a sharp cry. Inside the hall, Caelums voice cut off midCsentence. The call ended abruptly, footsteps pounding back toward her. He burst into the chamber, his wolf eyes ring at the sight of her copsed form, 10:09 AM P P. Aurora! What happened? He knelt beside her immediately, his hands strong but careful as they slid beneath her. +8 Pearls I I felt my chest tighten. I tried toe find you but I stumbled. Her voice trembled,ced with just the right measure of vulnerability. Her lips pressed into a pained smile. My foot it hurts, Caelum. Will you carry me back? Without hesitation, he lifted her effortlessly, cradling her against him. The warmth of his aura enveloped her as he returned her to the bed. I should still bring you that water, he said softly, beginning to rise. But her arms shot up, locking around his neck. Dont go. Please. Caelum stiffened, caught between instinct and hesitation. In his mind, Aurora had always been sharpCedged, resilient,manding in her own right. But here, now, she trembled like a fragile doe, her lips trembling as she bit them, her eyes shimmering with a fear he had never seen in her before. Ill only be gone a moment, he murmured, voice gentling, almost coaxing. Her reply was not words but action. Auroras lips pressed to his, sudden and desperate. Caelum froze, his body locking beneath the unexpected weight of the kiss. Since arriving in Ashbourne, they had shared a roof, but never a bed. Though she had hinted beforeCbrushed against him, lingered in his presenceChe had resisted, something always holding him back. And that something had a name. Freya. Even now, even with Auroras lips moving against his, her scent flooding his senses, a ghost rose unbidden in his mind- Freyas eyes, her wolf aura zing, her defiance cutting sharper than a de. It was maddening, like a thorn lodged too deep. to pull free. Aurora leaned closer, her gown slipping down her shoulder, baring pale skin. His breath caught, and he turned his head away sharply. But she pressed tighter, her wolf auraced with the scent of need. Its her fauit, Aurora whispered, voice breaking. Freya. Shes poisoned everything. She wont let me be. Every night I dream of her humiliation, her rage. You divorced her, but shell never forgive me. Dont leave me, Caelum. Stay. Just tonight. Guilt washed through him. He had brought this upon her his failed marriage, his messy ties with Freya, the storm that seemed to follow him everywhere. Auroras anguish was real, he thought. Perhaps she was right. Im sorry, he murmured, his voice low. Because of my past with Freya, youve suffered Aurora shook her head fiercely, her eyes shimmering. I dont care. As long as youre mine, I can endure anything. Even her wrath. She pressed her lips to his again, more insistent this time. From the moment I pulled you from the river that night I wanted you. But only now do I understand how deep it runs, Dont make me wait any longer, Caelum. He hesitated, torn between the pull of her body and the phantom memory of another woman. And behind it all, the unspoken truth gnawed at the edges of his mind: the call he had ended too quickly, the truth left dangling on the other end of the line. The truth that Aurora feared more than anything. Ascension 164 Third Persons POV @ +8 Pearls Caelum, if you still cannot forget Freya, it doesnt matter. I can wait. Tonight, pretend I never said a word. Go back to your room, dont worry about me. Her words struck a chord, tugging at ces inside him he thought long buried. No, Caelum growled, his tone rough and urgent. How could I ever not care about you? And besidesCFreya and I have already gone through the Lunar Severance Phase. Whatever bond we had, its finished. I will not feel anything more for her. Auroras lips curved into the faintest smile. In the flicker of candlelight, it was almost triumphant. Her arms wrapped around his broad frame, pressing her warmth into him. This time, Caelum did not push her away. Even though just hours earlier, on the call, he hadnt had the chance to askwho had truly saved him years ago? His instincts whispered that it must have been Aurora. Yes, it had to be. The thought settled inside him like a drug. He had ordered his people to dig into the past, to verify what he already wanted to believe. But deep down, he knewit wasnt Freya. It could never be Freya. He wouldnt let her shadow touch him again. And so, he surrendered. That night, Caelum let himself sink into Auroras embrace, into the haze she wove around him. When it was over, his wolf /exhausted, he drifted into a deep, oblivious sleep. Aurora, however, did not. Long after his steady breaths filled the chamber, she stirred. Slipping free of his arms, she moved with practiced silence. Her hand dipped into the pocket of his discarded jacket. Her fingers brushed against the smooth surface of his WolfComm device. With a subtle swipe, she unlocked it. He had never told her the code, but Caelum had never shielded it from her either. She had seen enough times to remember. Her eyes gleamed as she scrolled through the recent call log. There it wasCthest number, the voice that had unsettled him before he turned to her. Aurora memorized the digits, then ced the WolfComm back exactly where she found it. No evidence. No suspicion. Only quiet control. Slipping beneath the furs again, shey beside the slumbering Alpha, studying his sharp jaw, the faint crease still etched between his brows. Caelum, she whispered, her voice a mixture of tenderness and steel. Dont me me. Wolves who are selfless get torn apart. Only the selfish survive. Yes. She would survive. She would thrive. Whatever it took. The next morning, far from the Silverfang stronghold, dawn broke over Ashbourne. Freya Whitmor residence, her eyes immediately catching on Ss. Bepped into the sunlit hall of the The Alpha of the Irond Coalition did not look like his usualposed self. His golden shadows, his aura sharp but frayed at the edges. You didnt sleep well? Freya asked, her brow knitting slightly. eyes do were rimmed with faint A little, Ss admitted, his voice clipped He did not add that he had spent most of the night restless, consumed by the memory of her lips against his. That single kiss had set his blood on fire, his wolf prowling under his skin until he was forced to stand beneath cold showers again and again, fighting the heat wing through him. Then rest in the carter, Freya said, her tone soft but firm. The drive to the Whitmorpany branch in Ashbourne will take at least thirty minutes. Alright. The great Alpha of the Irond Coalition, the man whose name struck fear and respect across territories, lowered his head and agreed with quiet obedience. 10:09 AM +8 Pearls Wren, his secretary seated nearby, had grown almost numb to this side of his Alpha. At first, the sight of the cold and imperious Ss softening under Freyas presence had stunned him. Now, he simply epted it. Who could have imagined? The Alpha feared by nations, a man as unyielding as iron, could look so much like a loyal hound in front of one woman. He still remembered the day he first learned of their rtionship. Hed thought lightning had cracked his skull. The shock was unforgettable. Since then, every tender nce, every softened word Ss gave FreyaCWren simply forced himself to remainposed, even as it felt like witnessing the impossible. After breakfast, Ss and Freya boarded the armored vehicle. Rest for a bit, Freya told him gently. Can I lean against you? Ss asked. Yes, she said without hesitation. med Slowly, his body leaned toward her, but rather than immediately resting on her shoulder, he angled his head upward, his piercing gaze fixed on her. What is it? Freya asked, puzzled by his hesitation. You.. dont want to kiss me? His voice was low, quiet, yet it carried the weight of a wolfs yearning. Freyas lips parted in shock. Wren, hands gripping the steering wheel, nearly swerved. The words of his Alpha, the Ironds unshakable leader, were so absurdly softCso humanCthat hisposure cracked. Freya hissed under her breath, Your Beta is right there! In the rearview mirror, Wren caught his Alphas deathly re and nearly shrank in his seat. I only drive, Wren said hastily, his voice trembling. I see nothing, I hear nothing. Do you want it? Ss whispered again, his tone husky, dangerous in its need. Or was he the only one haunted byst nights kiss, restless and insatiable? The image was devastatingCan Alpha of his stature, a man born to dominate, reduced to this vulnerable longing. His striking face, his wolf aura simmering just beneath his skin, all wrapped around those simple words: Do you want me? Freyas heart clenched. How could she deny him when he looked at her like that? he was hers? Her eyes flicked to the front, where Wren sat stiff as stone. Then back to Ss, who seemed ready to break. She sighed softly. Fine. Youre my mate, after all. Ill indulge you. Her fingers brushed his strong jaw, tilting his face toward her. Then her lips pressed against his, a kiss that silenced his wolf and set fire through her veins. His scent enveloped herCpowerful, intoxicating, wholly male. Despite his terrifying reputation, in this moment he yieldedpletely, letting her take control, letting her kiss him as though he belonged entirely to her. And he did. Send Gifts 214 Ascension 165 Ss POV Freya, I murmured, if you ever want to kiss me again, you know you dont have to ask. +8 Pearls Her sigh was soft, amused, teasing. I could feel her wolfs pulse against mineCcurious, wary, but yful. Outside, the streets of Ashbourne blurred past, the city waking, unaware of the storms that prowled its shadows. Our trip here was supposed to be simple: deliver my parents ashes to the Legions Hall of Martyrs, perform the ceremonial rites, and fulfill the military escort obligations. Yet, as always, the universe seemed intent on testing me. The car descended into the underground garage of Whitmore Ashbourne. I allowed my eyes to close for a moment, but my wolf stayed alert. And thenthe tires screeched. A violent jolt threw me upright. My senses screamed before my human mind could catch up. CollisionCanother vehicle! Wren, muttered as he opened the door. I barely caught the flicker of movement from the corner of my visiona white car, positioned to force us into a corner. Instinct took over, My ws flexed beneath my gloves; my wolf coiled, ready to spring. Freya shifted slightly, sensing it too, though she didnt need me to tell her anything. Her wolf red, eyes bright. Then I saw itCWren stiffened unnaturally, back to me. My teeth clenched. A dart, a subtle glintCI caught the reflection of needle being injected into his neck. He crumpled, consciousness stolen in an instant. My wolf snarled, rage and warning fused into a single vibration that rolled down my spine. a Freya reacted before I could. Agile, precise, lethal. She rolled from the vehicle, ws flexed, wolf ring in the primal instinct of survival. The Rogue female who emerged from the white carCpredator scent heavy, wolfCstench of violence thickCwas trained, calcting, dangerous. I followed instinctively, not to interfere but to dominate the field. My wolf surged, powerful, aware of every movement, every breath, every shift of air. Freya struck first. The Rogue barely had time to react before her ws ripped through leather, opening the first crimson streak. The Rogue hissed, snapping teeth. My wolfs growl echoed, low and possessive, warning the intruder that she was mine to protect. The first exchange was a blur of motionCshing ws, snapping jaws, and primal yelps. Freya kicked against the halfCopen car door, using leverage to knock the Rogue off bnce. Blood streaked her arm, bright and urgent, but her focus never wavered. Every strike precise, every move calcted to end the fight before it escted further. ! intercepted a second Rogue attempting to nk her, ws tearing through shoulder and side. The Rogue yelped and fell back, but my eyes never left Freya. My wolf was coiled around her, protective, alert, ready to erupt at the slightest threat. She dove toward the main attacker, rolling and twisting, the grace of her wolfCessence in every motion. The Rogue sneak attack, but Freya was fasterCflipping, shing, striking with teeth and ws. Her arm bled freely, the crimson marking her strength, her resilience. I stepped in only when she needed an opening, biting at a Rogues nk to ensure he wouldnt rise again. Freyas wolf red beside mine, synchrony perfect, a dance of ws and instinct. Her breathing was sharp, shallow, but eyes alight with the fire of battle. Finally, the female Rogue faltered. I lunged, powerful and controlled, pinning her to the concrete. Teeth sank into shoulder. ws held her fast. My wolfs growl filled the parking garageCa deep, resonant warning that none could ignore. End it! My voice, low andmanding, reverberated through the chaos. The Rogue froze. Freyas eyes flicked to me, relief washing over the primal tension. I released her shoulder but kept the Rogue pinned, eyes scanning, wolf ring. She had bled on her sleeve; crimson streaks vivid, alive. You hurt yourself? I asked, concernced with frustration. Ascension 166 Sss POV My wolf snarled, protective fury uncontained. Whoever sent these Rogues would pay dearly. +8 Pearls Then I heard the footstepsCWhitmore security finally arrived. Only four of them, not the full detail. Wreny unconscious, carefully lifted by one of my lieutenants. I kept a sharp eye on every shadow, every movement, ensuring no other threat approached. I tore my tie off in frustration and haste, my fingers trembling as I pressed it tightly around Freyas bleeding arm. The heat of her blood seeped through the fabric, crimson soaking my hands. My wolf roared inside meCpossessive, protective, primal. Every instinct screamed at me to keep her safe, to shield her from the predators that dared to cross her path., Well get you to the healer, now! I growled, lifting her into my arms. My strength was steady, but inside, my wolf pulsed with frantic energy. She was light, yet every movement threatened to betray the gravity of her injuries. Two of my lieutenants followed closely, settling into the front seats, the hum of the engine beneath us a weak buffer to the storm raging in my chest. Im fine, just a scratch, Freya murmured, her voice calm but tinged with adrenaline. My wolf snarled softly at her casual dismissal. Scratch? The sleeve of her jacket was stained deep red, her blood painting a vivid banner of how close she hade to death. I tightened my grip instinctively, my ws flexing beneath my gloves. No, I muttered, voice low and harsh, youre not fine. Not when its your blood Im holding. The lieutenants in the front seats exchanged uneasy nces; they knew better than to speak unless spoken to.. The memory of the garage attack burned hot in my mind. Rogues had descended like shadowed wolves, teeth bared, ready, and FreyaCmy FreyaChad met them headCon, fierce, unflinching. She had taken hits, scraped and torn her arm, yet she had never hesitated to strike back, using everything she had learned with the Iron Fang Recon Unit. My wolf had howled in fury at their audacity, my human mind trapped in a cage of helplessness until she had finally thrown one of them down with a precision that had made my chest ache with pride and terror all at once. Now, in the enclosed vehicle, I felt every pulse of Freyas blood through my arms, her scent thick with adrenaline and iron. I pressed harder with the tie, stopping the flow temporarily, my jaw tight, eyes narrow. Ss she whispered again, the same calmness in her tone that made my wolf bristle. Its really just a small injury. I can heal myself. I ground my teeth. Small injury? Small? My wolf growled, snuffling, tasting the warmth of her blood. The threads of instinctive anger surged through me. Back when she had first be my bodyguard, I had treated it as a convenienceCaCway to keep her close, a delightful puzzle to amuse my senses. If she were hurt, it didnt matter then; her life was expendable in the cruel calculus of my amusement. But now now every droplet of her blood felt like a knife twisting in my chest. I had miscalcted. I had underestimated the cost of letting her fight. By the time we reached Ashbourne Generals VIP wing, my wolf had already scented every movement outside the vehicle. The moment the emergency doors opened, I carried her straight to a room lined with thetest equipment, hands still trembling Doctors and nurses flitted around us, but I could only see her, Freya, lying in my arms. Alpha Whitmor, one of my lieutenants reported, Wren was shooted, two broken ribs, no lifeCthreatening injuries. Shall we hand the Rogue over to the authorities? Hand her over, I said, voice ice, eyes dark, ws flexing even beneath my gloves, but not before she loses the use of that 10:09 AM P hand permanently. My wolf snarled, satisfied with the justice, primal andplete.. D +8 Pearls The doctors moved quickly, stitching five deep points into Freyas arm, washing away the blood but unable to erase the lingering crimson scent that still clung to her. Even though I know Freya can heal herself, Im still worried about those Rogues having wolfsbane or something on their ws. Freyas eyes met mine once, and I caught the faint smirk, wolfish and teasing, as if to say, I survived. My wolf growled low, warning the world: she was mine, and she always would be. When the medical staff began to leave the room, I remained close, watching every shift of her body. Freya sighed, slightly annoyed at the fuss I was making. You can let them go. I dont like being watched like a exhibit, she said, a hint of amusement in her voice. My wolf snorted softly, a rumbling vibration of possessive amusement. And yet, I murmured, I cannot leave you unguarded. Not while your scent and blood remind me of what was almost lost. Once alone, I asked, almost hesitantly, Do you want something to eat? My wolf rxed slightly at her faintly teasing look, her scent calming, though still tinged with danger. An apple, she replied simply, nodding toward the fruit basket already sent by the hospital: Car, I picked one, washing it with then sat beside her, peeling it slowly. The knife moved in my fingers with ease, controlled, precise. She watched, eyes curious, and I realized, with a strange, human pang, that she had never seen me perform such mundane, careful tasks. My wolf purred softly inside, attuned to her intrigue, protective and possessive. Still like my hands? I asked suddenly, voice low, teasing. She froze, looking up at me, and our eyes locked. Im d my hands please you, I murmured, my wolf brushing her scent with a slow, possessive nuzzle. But I hope youll like every part of me just as fiercely. Flawless 18 REBECCAS POV 58 20 vouchers Look, I cant have you drinking at my party, Scott stated, trying to keep things chill. Maybe you should just stay calm and eat a slice of pizza. Drew has never looked at another girl the way Ive seen him look at you, he said with a halfCsmile. Ive never even seen him dance before tonight. I sighed and nced toward the crowd. Youre right. Im just overreacting. Maybe I could eat something. Thats the spirit. Stay here, and let me go grab you a fresh batch from the kitchen. Pepsi or Coke? Surprise me, I said, trying to sound more upbeat than I felt. Scott jogged off into the house. The fact that he even had cooks and a pizza oven impressed me. And this house was huge. It had a backyard the size of a football field, pool lights changing colors like a rave, and a patio that looked straight out of a luxury magazine. I vaguely remembered him telling me earlier that after his parents died in a car ident a few years ago, he inherited everything. Poor guy. I was rocking gently to the beat, letting the bass shake through my body, trying not to think about Drew and Edith. Thats when I felt arms circle me from behind. My entire body stiffened. His skin was cold, and he reeked of cheap perfume and booze. Youve been teasing me all night, a rugged voice rasped in my ear. I tried to wiggle out of his grip, but his arms were like a steel trap, locking me in ce against his chest. Let me go, I hissed, my voice shaking more than I wanted it to. He chuckled low before finally releasing me. I spun around and got a good look at the asshole. He was cute and had that boyCnextCdoor vibe. But something about his dark eyes told me he shouldnt be trusted. Im Cody Forester, he said, offering his hand. I eyed it and then shot him a re. Id appreciate it if you kept your hands to yourself, Cody. He dropped his hand, unfazed, and chuckled again. Whats your name? Ah, Ba, I see youve met my friend Cody, Scott came back out. He had a box of steaming pizza and a big bottle of Pepsi. You can have the first slice, Ba, he said, cing the food on the table. He grabbed a clean and handed it to me. Pour yourself some Pepsi when youre ready. red cup Thank you, I said, grateful for the distraction. So, are you and wbelle a thing? Cody asked, way too interested. No. Theyre stepCsiblings, Scott chimed in with a full mouth. And shes here as a guest. So shes fair game, Cody grinned, biting into a slice. The way he was eyeing me like I was tastier than the pizza made me roll my eyes. 58 20 vouchers Listen, Scott said, wiping his mouth. Shes still a kid, and shes offClimits. Plus, you and Drew already have beef. We dont need another reason to start World War III tonight. Im not a kid. Just so you know I turn seventeen in a couple of days. Cool, Cody grinned. I think Im gonna go find Drew, I announced, needing an escape before Cody said something else to make my skin crawl. You sure? Do you want me toe with you? Scott asked. No, Ill be fine. Someone needs to stay here in case Cody chokes, I deadpanned. Cody burst outughing, mouth open, revealing chewedCup food. Disgusting. I slipped away, heading toward the side door Drew had left through nearly fortyCfive minutes ago. The hallway was quieter than the backyard, and I spotted a staircase at the far end. My heels echoed as I climbed. Drew, Ive dreamt about this moment for so long. I froze when I heard Ediths voice. She sounded so seductive. I followed the sound of chatter to a door slightly ajar at the end. I peeked in. And my heart shattered. Drew was sitting on the edge of the bed, his head tilted back, eyes closed like he was lost in a dream. Edith was kneeling between his legs, her mouth lowered as she got ready to suck on the tip of his dick. The world stopped spinning. I couldnt breathe. Couldnt think. I backed away slowly, one shaky step after another, then turned and ran back to the party. Back to the noise. Back to the alcohol. Scott was waiting near the pool, eyebrows raised. So did you find him? Yeah, I said hollowly. I found him alright. He blinked. So where is he? I didnt answer. I grabbed the red cup from Codys hand and sniffed it. I gagged at the scent. Was it vodka? Tequ? Paint thinner? What is this? A little bit of everything, Cody said with a grin. : Thatll do. I tipped the cup back and chugged it down. Ba, what are you doing? Scott grabbed my wrist. This is a party, right? I snapped. So lets fucking party! The crowd cheered loudly. DJ! Cody called out. y something wild! 58 20 vouchers Coming right up! the DJ shouted as a filthy rap track dropped. The lyrics was about wet pussies and stiff cocks. ssy, I know. And just like that, I stopped thinking. I swayed to the beat. The intoxication hit fast. Cody came up to me, pulled my sses off, and slid them into my back pocket. Now I can see your eyes better, he whispered, tugging me into his chest. Another red cup appeared in my hand. I didnt hesitate. I drank it all in one go. Ba, this is not a good idea, Scott warned, watching me like a hawk. Whats the harm in drinking and dancing? Cody shrugged. Are you gonna drive yourself home, sweet lips? Nope, I said, too loudly. Then whats the big deal? he said with a smirk. You know what? Im going to fetch Drew, Scott growled. Hes in the bedroom upstairs to the far left. Whatever you do, just make sure you knock first, I said sweetly, then turned back to Cody. We were dancing for maybe ten minutes. Grinding against each other like we were in a Jamaican dancehall party, I need another drink. Maybe stick to water from now on, Cody said, eyeing the sweat on my face. Are you growing a conscience or something? I snorted. Gimme another shot. JellCO shot? someone offered a green one. I squeezed it into my mouth and gagged as it slid down my throat. I want you sober enough to remember me tomorrow, Cody muttered, scratching the back of his neck. I know I cane off too strong at times, but spending thesest ten minutes with you, I realized I wanna get to know you better. I like you, Ba. Is that so? I asked with a tipsyugh. What do you like about me? Your confidence. And your style. I smirked. The confidence is borrowed from the alcohol. And the outfits a loan from the devil. Heughed. He wasnt bad looking. His eyes were steady. He leaned in, and I didnt move away. My brain was swimming in alcohol. I think Im gonna kiss you now, he said. And I think Im gonna let you kiss me now. 58 35 vouchers He cupped my jaw gently. The music was still beating in the background as couples gyrated to it. I closed my eyes, thinking that this was going to be my first kiss. I puckered my lips, bracing for impact. Then a cold wind swirled my hair around my face like a tornado. I heard a loud growl like an animal howling. People started to scream. I opened my eyes only to see Cody sailing through the air like a ragdoll before his body mmed into the pool with a ssh so loud it silenced the music. Blood bloomed in the water and my head couldnt understand what had happened until I saw Drew standing in front of me. His back was to me while he stared at Cody holding his broken nose while he floated in the pool. Drews shoulders rose and fell to how hard he was breathing. You stay away from Ba, you hear me? Drews voice was feral. Or next time, Ill rip your heart out and feed it to your corpse. Drew! I shrieked. What the hell did you just do?! I tried to run past him, to check on Cody, but Drew snatched my wrist. Were leaving. Now, But- He yanked me harder, and his voice dropped into a snarl. I said now, Ba. And dont make me say it a third time. Ascension 167 Ss POV Finished Freyas face flushed at my words, though she.tried to hide it. The apple knife spun lightly in my fingers as I handed the peeled fruit to her. She epted it with her uninjured hand, trying to keep herposure. I had seen warriors stare down death with steadier eyes, yet somehow the small crack in her armor made my chest tighten. Her voice broke the silence. Hows Wren? Hell live, I said, tone clipped, forcing myself to steady the tremor in my wolf. He needs time to heal, but nothing permanent. Relief softened her shoulders, and for a heartbeat I wished I could freeze her like thatCunguarded, safe. But the moment my gaze drifted back to the stark white bandage wrapped around her arm, guilt surged hot through my veins. My ws threatened to unsheathe beneath my skin. Freya My voice dropped low. Dont ever throw yourself in front of me like that again. She paused midCbite, confusion flickering across her face. What do you mean? I mean I wont allow it. I cant watch you bleed for me again. Her brows drew together, defiance shing in her wolfCgold eyes. But Im your protector. Its my duty. And its just a small wound. Ill heal. The word small tore something raw inside me. My wolf lunged against my ribs, growling at her reckless dismissal. I dont care if its small or mortal, I wont allow it. From this moment, youre released from the duty of guarding me. Ill make it official with the Iron Fang Recon Unit myself. Her jaw parted in shock, words caught in her throat. She didnt expect my tone to be that final. What about your safety? she challenged. Ill handle it, I answered, voice ironChard. My wolf surged, a tide of violence and certainty. And soon there will be no threats left to guard against. The silence that followed pressed heavy between us. She ate the apple quietly, and soon the medicine pulled her into slumber. Her breathing evened, hershes soft against her cheeks. I sat beside her a long while, just watching. The way her chest rose and fell, the way her hair spilled across the pillow like a dark river. I reached out, brushing a stray lock from her face, my touch featherClight. In that stillness, my wolf went silent, content. But the moment I rose the moment I stepped into the corridor beyond her door, the softness shattered. Two rows of my guards straightened immediately. The scent of iron discipline filled the hall. Youll guard Freya Thorne with your lives, I said, my voice carrying the weight of Alphamand. If anything happens to her, if she draws even a single drop of blood without me knowing you know the price. Yes, Alpha! they chorused, the words vibrating in the sterile hospital air I turned toward the elevator, each step echoing with purpose. By the time the doors closed, the tenderness in my chest was gone, reced by a searing rage. My wolf prowled inside me, demanding retribution. Tonight, the Whitmore bloodlines that had conspired with Rogues would learn what it meant to provoke me. By the next dawn, the pack whispered of ruin. The Whitmore cousins who had eyed my Alpha seaty brokenCsome stripped of wealth overnight, their assets burned to ash by Ironhold Consortium pressure, others fleeing with nothing but their skin, chased by the scent of their own debts. And in the ancestral chamber of Whitmore ManorCa ce heavy with the ghosts of former AlphasCI stood before the kneeling remnants. The air reeked of fear and sweat, their wolves subdued beneath my dominance. 12:25 AM Finished It wasnt us! one whimpered, forehead pressed to the cold stone floor. We didnt know anything about the Rogues- Didnt know? My voice cut sharp, my wolfs growl bleeding through. I flung the stack of files onto the ground, the papers scattering like snow. Then exin theseCevery transaction, every whisper to the Rogues you hired to take my life. Their eyes widened, blood draining from their faces. I didnt need their confessions; their fear was enough. I already dealt with the rest of your mercenaries before I came here tonight, I said, my voice a low snarl. The only reason you still breathe is because I havent decided whether youre worth the trouble of killing myself. They knew it was true. Once, I hadnt cared. Once, Id looked at death as a release, even toyed with itCwhether my wolf fell on the battlefield or in the shadows didnt matter. But Freya had bled for me. She had stood against Rogues with her body in front of mine. And because of that, everything had changed. Now my life mattered. Because without it, I couldnt protect her. Enough groveling, I snapped, turning my gaze to the far corner where shadows clung too heavily. Come out. I know youre there. A deep, mockingugh rolled out before the figure emerged. Cassian WhitmorCmy father. The sight of him sent bile rising in my throat. I thought youd drag this game out longer, he said, his smile sharp as a de. You want me dead that badly, Father? My voice was t, though my wolf bristled, hackles raised. Cassian shrugged with feigned ease. Dead? Not necessarily. But untested, unproven? That, I could not allow. An Alpha of the Whitmores must earn the seat. Consider this a trial by fire. The sneer on my lips came without thought. A trial that involved allying with Rogues? Sending them after your own son? Youre still breathing, arent you? His eyes gleamed. That means you passed. Do you fear Ill hand you to the Coalition Tribunal? I asked, voice low, deadly. Irond and the military both keep records. If 1 fall, every project tied to Whitmore blood halts. You think they wouldnte for you? Cassian chuckled, arrogant. And yet, you have no evidence. I was careful. You cant touch me, not in any court. I clenched my fists until ws threatened to break skin. He was right. He had covered his tracks. Then his gaze shifted, sly. You didnt care before. But now now youre desperate to end this farce. Because of her, isnt it? Freya Thorne. That little warrior who bled for you. She changed you. The growl ripped from my chest before I could stop it, my wolf surging forward, a snarl curling my lips. The guards stiffened, the air thick with killing intent. Yes, I thought savagely. Because of her. Ascension 168 Sss POV Finished Ss, he drawled, his voice carrying that maddening lilt of satisfaction, if that girl had taken one wound deeper, how would you live with yourself? The words cut through me sharper than any de. My muscles seized. Freyas face shed in my mindCher blood spilling across my hands, the way she threw herself in front of me tonight, snarling against the Rogues like a wolf with nothing left to lose. I was on him before my packmates even breathed. My hands shot forward, ws grazing his skin as I mmed him into the stone pir. My grip locked around his throat. You dare. My growl was thunder. Cassian only smiled wider. That same damned smile he wore the day he nearly broke me as a boy. You can kill me now, son. End it. Spare yourself the torment of wondering whether Ill ruin what you hold dear. The hall seemed to shrink. Every heartbeat around us stumbled. I could hear my mens breaths catch, the scrape of boots against the gstones. Theyd seen me tear through Rogues a moment ago, and now they saw me with my ws pressed to my own fathers throat. A Whitmor devouring a Whitmor. The oldest whisper in the Capital. His eyes burned with deranged amusement, as though he weed the end by my hand. And that was the worst of itChe wanted me to do it. He wanted my soul tainted like his. I squeezed harder. Cassians breath rasped; the scent of his blood teased senses. Alpha! one of my sentries barked, his voice sharp, breaking the haze. It snapped me back like ash across the spine. my I released Cassian with a shove, my ws tearing shallow lines down his neck as he staggered back, coughing,ughter spilling between each choke. Why not? he wheezed. Why not finish me? Dont tell me you fear the stain of patricide. I lowered my gaze to my hands. These were the same hands still sticky with Freyas blood, the ones that had shielded her when Rogues lunged for her throat. My hands had killed more than a hundred wolves in my reign. That stain I could bear. But hers? No. If I snapped Cassians neck here, in the hall my ancestors built, I would see Freyas eyes looking at me in horror. She was too pure, too fierce, too honest to bind herself to a wolf who murdered his own sire like a beast gone rabid. I lifted my eyes back to him. I wont kill you, I said, my voice low, dangerous, steady. But Ill bury you in chains like Grandfather did. You will never touch her. Never again. Cassian froze, then barked out a manicugh. So thats it. You alreadyid the trap, didnt you?. I gave themand, my voice echoing like the toll of a death bell: Shadows! From the darkness of the rafters, the Iron Fang Recon Unit emergedCmy loyal dark sentinels, the packs secret hand. d in ck, eyes glowing amber and silver, they dropped into the hall one by one until dozens circled us. Casps rippled through the Whitmor kin gathered in the great chamber. Cassians smile curved again, this time with something like pride twisted into it. Just like your grandfather. He caged me once. Now youll do the same. The blood never changes. He wasnt wrong. 12:25 AM P p Finished My grandfather had ordered these very Shadows to keep Cassian locked away after Mothers death, when his grief curdled into madness and his fists turned on me. The only reason Cassian ever breathed free air again was because the old Alpha had died, and with him, the binding order. And now, I renewed it. By my word as Alpha of the Whitmor bloodline, Cassian Whitmor is bound. He is not to set paw beyond Whitmor Isle. Any who aid his escape will be named traitors and ughtered where they stand. The Shadows bowed their heads in unison. As the Alphamands. Cassian didnt fight them as they stepped forward, chains forged of silverCsteel drawn tight around his wrists. Hisughter still rang, though, wild and broken. You think cages save you? No, boy. Your hands are already stained. And one day, that little heart you protect will see the truth of you. Shell spit your name as she walks away. His words clung like rot, but I didnt let them show on my face. I turned my head sharply. Take him. The Shadows dragged him through the hall, hisughter echoing until the heavy doors mmed shut. Silence fell. I stared at my hands again. The blood of Rogues, the memory of Freyas fragile body shielding mine. Her warmth. Her scent. Would she look at me one day and see only the monster Cassian swore Id be? Alpha, one of my guards said softly at my side. My most loyal. His voice was steady, reverent. Freya Thorne risked her life for you. Threw herself between you and their ws. A wolf doesnt do that for just anyone. My chest tightened. Yes. She had bared her throat to death itself for me. She had fought as though I were worth dying for. But a darker thought poisoned the back of my mindCif it had been another at my side, would she have done the same? Was it me she chose or just the duty inside her that she couldnt silence? The hall emptied around me, my sentries dispersing with uneasy nces. Alone, I flexed my hands, whispering to no one but the stone and the shadows. Wil! you still stand at my side when you see all of me, Freya? The silence offered no answer. Only the distant sea crashing against White Isle, and the ghosts of wolves long dead, howling in my blood. Send Gifts Ascension 169 Finished Freyas POV When I woke the next morning, the sterile scent of herbs and wolfChealers salves clung to the air. Myshes fluttered and the first thing I saw was Ss. The Irond Alpha, my stormCshadow. open, He was slumped against the side of my bed in the infirmary chamber, his head resting by my arm as if he had fought sleep until exhaustion dragged him under. His broad shoulders curved inward, the powerful frame of an Alpha made strangely fragile by slumber. For a moment, I just looked at him. Dark, stormCck brows framed his eyes,shes long enough to cast shadows against his cheekbones. Even asleep, tension pulled faint lines across his browCas though even in dreams, burdens hunted him down. Something inside me ached. My hand rose instinctively, aching to smooth away that crease between his brows. To soothe him, just once. But before my fingers touched him, his eyes shot openCthose piercing obsidian irises that seemed to cut through me. His reflexes were sharp as ws: his hand snapped up, capturing mine in a firm grip. Then he froze, realization shing across his gaze. He released me at once, as though my skin burned him. Im sorry, he said, voice low, almost raw. Did I hurt you? I shook my head quickly, pushing away the sting in my palm. Its fine. Im the one who startled you awake. When did you get here? Not long ago, he murmured. I frowned. Then you didnt sleepst night, did you? He wouldnt have slumped like this if hed rested properly. A pause. No. His tone was even, but I heard the exhaustion beneath. He didnt tell me what Iter realizedCthat he had spent the entire night traveling back and forth between Ashbourne and the Capital, putting the Whitmor Pack in order after the chaos of the Rogues. Are you alright? he asked then, tilting toward me, voice shifting softer, more intimate. Did you sleep well? Does the wound still hurt? I managed a small smile. Better than expected. Its not too bad. I began to push myself upright, determined to freshen up, but Ss moved faster. Without asking, he lifted me, arms strong and steady as steel, and carried me toward the adjoining washroom. Ss! I protested, startled. Its only my arm thats injured, not my legs. Youre hurt, he answered simply, his tone brooking no argument. Let me. He set me gently before the stone basin, his movements deliberate, carefulCas though I might shatter if he wasnt cautious enough. He filled a cup with fresh water, set out the brush, even pressed paste onto it with clumsy determination. Had I not insisted, I was certain he wouldve tried to brush my teeth himself. When Id finally convinced him to let me manage that part alone, he stood guard at my side like a sentinel, waiting. And the moment I finished, he was there againCwringing a cloth with hisrge hands, patting my face dry as though I were the most Precious, fragile thing in the world. And then he reached for theb. I blinked You know how to do that?* 12:25 AM P P Finished He didnt look at me as he answered, concentrating on the strands of my hair. His fingers were unpracticed, tugging a little too hard, then gentling as though afraid Id cry out. I used to help my mother with her hair, he said atst. When she was in a rare good mood. It was the only time she let me near her, the only time she seemed soft. Something flickered through his voiceCpain, sharp and old. A boy yearning for scraps of tenderness. I hesitated, then asked softly, You and your mother you werent close? His hands stilled for a fraction of a second. Then his voice came, t and unflinching. No. Most of the time, she despised the sight of me. My chest tightened. Im sorry. I shouldnt have- He cut me off, steady, not cruel. Dont apologize. Even if you hadnt asked, one day I wouldve told you. Ss resumed his task, braiding my hair slowly, carefully. Not elegant, but steady enough to hold. When he finished, he leaned forward, his presence a weight and a warmth all at once. His chin rested lightly on my shoulder, his face reflected in the mirror before us. Our eyes met in that fragile ss space. Freya, he murmured, voice a low rumble that carried both hope and dread. You dont think Im tainted, do you? Iughed softly, startled by the rawness in his words. Tainted? Ss, youre not dirty. His lips quirked faintly, but the shadows in his gaze didnt lift. Not dirty, he echoed under his breath, almost as though he needed to believe it himself. Not like him. Not like Cassian. The name struck between us like thunder. I turned toward him, meeting his eyes fully. His fathers sins haunted him, twisted into every line of his body. He feared that blood made him monstrous too. But when I looked at him, I didnt see Cassian Whitmor. I saw the Alpha who had stood between me and death, the man who had carried me like something worth protecting. And though I didnt say it aloud, I wanted to reach for his hand and tell himCno shadow, no bloodline, no curse could make me see him as unworthy. Not to me. Ascension 170 ٝ Finished Third Persons POV The coffeehouse in the heart of The Capital smelled faintly of roasted beans and ashwood smoke, a faint attempt atfort against the sharp tang of dominance that seemed to hang in the air whenever two wolves of different packs sat across from each other. Aurora smoothed her flight jacket as she regarded the man across from her. He looked to be in his midCthirties, broad- shouldered with the kind of wiry strength that told her he wasnt just another city wolf. His eyes gleamed with calction, the kind of gaze that could peel skin from bone. Youre the one who helped Caelum investigate the incident from eight years ago? Aurora asked evenly, her voice pitched low. 2 Thats right, the man replied. He leaned back in his chair as if he owned the ce. Names Lee. Private investigator by trade. Caelum and I we go way back. Same old roots, same broken soil. His smile carried no warmth, only the smug satisfaction of a wolf who knew he held teeth at anothers throat. Ill admit, Aurora, I didnt expect the daughter of Bluemoons Beta to be wearing someone elses glory. All these years, letting Caelum Grafton believe you were the one who saved his life. Thats quite the deception. Auroras face went pale. She had anticipated that Lee might have dug up fragments of truth, but hearing it spoken aloud was a knife to the ribs. Do you have proof? she asked coldly. Of course I do. Lees grin widened. Wouldnt have said it otherwise. I tracked down the woman who actually stayed with Caelum that night after he was dragged from the river. Auroras stomach tightened. She already knew where this was going. After Freya Thorne hauled him out of that floodCswollen current, she had to leave urgently. Some mission with the Iron Fang Recon Unit, I believe. Lees voice grew slow and deliberate, savoring every word. But before leaving, she performed emergency resuscitation, called the medics, and asked a bystander to watch over Caelum until help arrived. That bystander remembered it vividly. She didnt stay until the end, so she didnt know what happened next, but she clearly remembered who jumped into the water to save Caelum. After all, its not every day you see a woman leap into deathCwaters like that, strong as any Alpha, dragging a halfCdrowned wolf to safety. And more importantly He leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with the thrill of the hunt. She never forgot the sight of Freya in military uniform, dripping riverwater, vanishing like a ghost into the night. Auroras hands clenched into fists beneath the table. Youre certain it was Freya? Lee chuckled. Caelum himself mentioned her name once, and when I showed the witness a photo of Freya Thorne of Stormveils fifth branch, she confirmed it without hesitation. That woman has never forgotten her face. Silence stretched between them. Auroras thoughts spiraled back to that night. She had been there too, on the riverbank, when she saw a man lying unconscious against the mud. She had not seen Freya; the soldier had already vanished into the night. When she bent closer, Caelum had reached out in delirium, clutching at her dress like a drowning man clings to driftwood. And when the medics arrived, drenched herself from the rising tide, the mistake was easy. They assumed she was the rescuer. She had not corrected them. Pride, vanityCwhatever it was, she let the lie harden into truth. From that day forward, she wore the mantle of Caelums supposed savior. But now the real saviors name had been unearthed. Freya Thorne. The unwanted daughter of Stormveils Bloodmoon branch, the girl Aurora had always dismissed as unworthy. Her pulse throbbed in her throat How much does Caelun know? Nothing. Ryker said lightly, swirling the untouched coffee before him. Not yet. Since you called me first, I thought it only polite to share the truth with you before I share it with him. 12:25 AM P Finished So that was it. He was here to bleed her dry. What do you want? Aurora asked. Simple. His eyes gleamed. Youre the Bluemoon Betas daughter, and soon to be Luna of the Silverfang Alpha. Caelums fortune alone rivals half the Irond Coalition. If he learns youve deceived him about something this important, he might not forgive you. SoCgive me a number. Auroras teeth ground together. Say it. Fifty million. His smile was pure malice. Her eyes widened, fury shing like lightning. Impossible. You think I carry the wealth of an entire pack treasury in my ws? I may be the Betas daughter, but my branch doesnt hold the coffers. My stipend is barely enough to livefortably. Ive only just beenmissioned into the Bluemoon Airborne Wing. Lees expression didnt falter. And yet Caelum hasvished you with jewels worth far more than that. Didnt Freya Thorne herself call it out, during that public severance phase? Said Caelum gifted you jewelry valued at fifty million. I did my homework. Auroras nails bit into her palms until blood welled. Those damned jewels again. Freya had dragged them into the light during the Lunar Severance Phase, and now this scavenger was circling the same carrion. I cant liquidate them. Caelum would notice. The most I can give you now is half a million. Once Im Luna, Ill find get you the rest. Lee sneered. Half a million? Thats what you toss beggars at the city gates. a way to Aurora leaned forward, her wolf aura curling, sharp and dangerous. Then go ahead. Tell Caelum everything. Youll walk away with nothing. Do you think hell spare you once he realizes youve been ckmailing his LunaCtoCbe? At least this way, you get something. And as long as the evidence stays with you, youll always have leverage to make me pay the rest. Her wordsnded. Lee hesitated. Greed warred with caution in his eyes. Fine, he said finally, leaning back with a smirk. Tomorrow I expect five hundred thousand transferred into my ount. And once you wear Caelums mark, Ill collect the remaining fortyCnine and a half million. Everyst fang of it. Agreed, Aurora said quickly, her voice smooth now, controlled. Because she only needed time. Time to bind Caelum to her with vows and blood. Time to make him so entangled he wouldnt leave her even if the truth surfaced. As for Lee- Her lips curled into the faintest smile. He thought himself the predator. But he had no idea how wolves of Bluemoon yed the long game. In the end, the only victor would be her. Ascension 171 Freyas POV Finished After leaving the hospital, I found myself back at Ss Whitmors sprawling estate. The air was thick with the scent of pines. and polished stone, a faint reminder of the Irond Coalitions power and control. The halls seemed quieter now, almost serene, yet I could feel the tension humming just beneath the surfaceCSss presence was enough to keep even the walls. alert. adjusted my jacket and looked at him. He sat casually on the edge of the marble staircase, hands folded, eyes scanning the estate grounds as though he could sense any threat before it even materialized. The faint scuff of my boots against the polished floor drew his gaze, and I felt that odd mix offort and apprehension that always came with him being near. I guess this means I dont need to serve as your bodyguard anymore? I asked, watching him closely. His eyes, dark as onyx, met mine. There was no mockery, no hesitation. Only certainty. No, he said. Its no longer necessary I raised an eyebrow. Because I got hurt this time? No, he corrected softly, yet firmly. Because theres no reason for you to protect me anymore. When the Iron Fang Recon Unit assigned you to me, it wasnt just about my safety. There were people in the Whitmor family opposed to my sitting at this position. They feared it would disrupt Coalition projects. But now, theres no opposition left. No threat. I wont be in danger, Freya. I studied him, my wolf instincts sniffing out the subtle undercurrent of truth in his words. There was more than just professional reasoning here, but I didnt push. I had learned long ago that when Ss spoke with such calm certainty, it was unwise to doubt him. You forget, he added, his voice softening, I promised you once, I would never lie to you. I never will. Before I could respond, my WolfComm buzzed in my hand. The screen lit up, disying the name of AldredCthe oldmander, my mentor, my anchor in the chaos of my past missions. Aldred! I answered, a touch of relief threading through my voice. Freya, I heard you were hurt, his tone immediately thick with guilt and concern. Youve already retired from active duty, and yet I pulled you back into this I should never have asked it of you. Im responsible for this injury. Its a minor wound, I replied, brushing off his words. Nothing I cant handle. Regardless, Aldred said firmly, you must take care of yourself. And starting now, your bodyguard duty is over. You wont need to watch over Ss Whitmor anymore. I froze. That was an official order, unmistakable and decisive. The oldmanders voice had no room for negotiation. When the call ended, Iturned to Ss, eyebrows raised. You went to the Unit about this? I asked. Yes, he admitted simply. Orders carry more weight when theye from the Chain of Command than from me. But Freya He took a step closer, his gaze steady and unwavering, you dont need to protect me anymore. From now on, I will protect you. The words stirred something primal in meCthe deep, instinctual relief of a wolf who no longer has to shoulder danger alone. He would rather bear any risk himself than see me fall. I felt that old, steady thrum of something beyond loyalty, beyond mere duty. Before I could respond, my WolfComm buzzed again. This time, the name shing on the screen was Kade. My stomach tightened, a subtle warning rolling through my wolf senses. As I reached for the phone, Sss hand moved over mine, gentle but firm, a silentmand not to answer. What is it? I asked, curiosity tinged with concern. 12:25 AM P P Finished He pressed his lips together, then withdrew his hand. Nothing, he said casually, though I could feel the tension radiating off him. His wolf instincts had already sensed the danger Kade posedCmore than Caelum Grafton ever could. Even though Ss had used every tactic in his arsenal to keep Kade away from The Capital, the sudden call had sent a ripple of unease through him. I answered the call anyway. Hello? Freya, your bodyguard duty its finished? Kades voice was smooth, tinged with that familiar edge of amusement and challenge. How did you find out? I asked, brow furrowed. I happened to be at the militarypound, he said casually. Heard the news. There was a pause, and then his voice shifted, almost eager. Now that your assignment is over, when are youing back to The Capital? I hesitated. Of course. My mission here wasplete. My next move would be to return. Not just yet, I said. There are still matters here I need to wrap up. When I return, Ill let you know. There was a faint sigh on the other end, almost human in its disappointment. Fine. Ill wait for your message. When youe back, well meet properly. I have a lot to say to you. Understood, I replied, keeping my tone neutral. As I ended the call, Sss gaze met mine. Youll be heading back to The Capital soon? His voice carried that rare softness, the kind that made the air itself feel heavy with unspoken promises. I nodded slowly. Yes. Once everything here is settled. Ascension 172 Ss POV Finished I watched her from across the estate terrace, the evening sun casting long shadows over the manicured hedges and stone pathways of my Whitmor estate. Freyas hands flexed unconsciously at her sides as she spoke, lips pressed together with that stubborn set I knew all too well. My alpha senses hummed with tension; the faint scent of her nerves mingled with the faint musk of her wolf aura, an intoxicating mixture that both unsettled and drew me closer. Since my mission is over, she said, her voice low but clear, I need to settle a few personal matters before returning to The, Capital. Theres work I still have to handle there. I could feel the subtle pulse of her wolf, restrained yet restless. She was already nning her return to The Capital, already calcting the days, the schedule, the logistics. My instincts bristled at the thought. Every mile between us was a potential threat, every passing day a chance for dangerCor for someone like Kade ckridge to insert himself between us. How long will you stay in Ashbourne? I asked, striving to keep my tone casual, though the tension in my chest tightened. About ten days, she said. Her scent carried a soft hint of the freedom shed cherish once the final goodbyes were said. Ten days. That was far too short, far too fleeting. I stepped closer, letting the air between us thicken with the unspoken. Couldnt you stay a few more days here? I asked, my voice low, almost a growl of desire and possessiveness. I didnt want her back in The Capital yet, not while Kades presence lingered like a shadow over her. Not before she was more certain. More tethered to me. Freyas eyes flickered briefly, and her lips pressed together. She was thinking, calcting, considering, as always. Finally, she spoke, her voice careful but firm. I can stay a few more days for you, she said, but I wont linger too long in Ashbourne. And when I return to The Capital, I wont stay there for too long either. I need to go to the go to the bordends, search for any trace of my brother. We may be apart at times. If thats uneptable to you, you should tell me now. Her words struck me like a blow. She was offering me a choice but the very idea of choice filled me with a primal rage. Choice meant she could walk away. Choice meant that if her affection was not absolute, she could withdraw, retreat, vanish from my life. And I I would never allow that. Freya, I said, my voice low and guttural, a predators growlcing the words, Ive fought tooth and w to be with you. I will not let the distance between us, the need to find your brother, or anything else, drive you away from me. You will not speak of walking away. Dont even think it. I lowered my head, brushing my lips lightly over the bandaged skin of her forearm, feeling the delicate warmth of her flesh beneath the cloth. That injury was mine as much as it was hers; she had taken the risk, bared herself to the world, to protect me. My wolf rumbled in my chest with the possessive need to shield her, to mark her as mine in every way possible. And besides, I murmured, letting the words curl around her senses like smoke, if youre going to the bordends, Ill go with you. She froze, eyes widening slightly. You you would apany me there? Yes, I said, dark certainty threading every syble. Her brow furrowed. But your work? I smiled faintly, the kind of smile that had silenced more than one rival or challenger. Freya, in this age, work follows us anywhere. The Whitmor holdings, the Coalition projects none of it binds me to one ce. And the staff, the resources, the support? You think Id let you risk a step alone? My wolf growled, low and protective, at the mere thought of her walking that treacherous border without me.. Her mind raced, I could smell itCcalctions, ns, memories of the past five years spent searching for her brother. Shed already been to the borderlines multiple times, scrutinized every lead, followed every faint trace, yet she still believed he was out there, alive. Her wolf pulsed with the stubborn tenacity I hade to respect and fear. You understand, dont you? I said, a hand brushing against hers, resting over the delicate curve of her fingers. Ill go anywhere with you. Ill fight, survive, and endure any threat. Because you are mine, Freya. And I will never let the world take 12:25 AM p p you from me. Finished Her gaze softened for just a moment, the scent of relief mingled with caution drifting from her. Yet she remained vignt, wolf and human both, the duality I hade to know like a second heartbeat. I appreciate that, she said softly, and I trust you. But the search it wont be easy. The bordends are unforgiving, and we may face challenges even together. I want you prepared. I chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that carried the weight of an alphas confidence. Prepared? I said. Ill go with you, I repeated, voice low, but carrying an unmistakable promise. But know thisCwherever you go, whatever danger lies ahead, I will always be closer than it seems. I will always be the shadow at your back, the shield at your side. You are mine to protect, Freya Thorne. Do not doubt it for one second. Her lips pressed together, her wolf scent mingling with mine in the evening air, a blend of challenge and acknowledgment. Then well face it together, she said. And Ss, I trust you. Her trust ignited something deep in me, a fire older than reason, older than loyalty. My wolf growled low in my chest, a protective, possessive sound meant only for her ears. I would endure, survive, and ovee every obstacle for her. Distance, time, enemies, the unforgiving terrain of the bordendsCnone of it mattered. Because she was mine. And the bordends, the world beyond these estate walls, was ours to conquer together. Ascension 173 Freyas POV Finished The next few days passed in a strange, quiet rhythm. I stayed at Ss vi, letting the wound on my arm knit back together. To me, it was a shallow cut, hardly worth noticingpared to the scars the bordends had carved into me. But Ss treated it as though Id been struck down by silver. He had the kitchen overhaul every meal into some carefully bnced, nutrientCdense feast. He insisted on handling the dressing of my wound himselfChisrge hands surprisingly gentle as they unraveled bandages and pressed clean cloth against my skin. And when it came to work? He dragged every Irond Coalition file, every contract, and every envoy into his home office, refusing to step foot away from me. It was overbearing. Maddening. And yet warming. My wolf sensed it every time he leaned close, every time his scent brushed mine. He cared. He cared more than I expected him to. A weekter, the scab on my arm was hard and dry. I could move my hand normally again, though Ss still shot me that dangerous alpha re whenever I reached too far or lifted something heavier than a book. That was when the WolfComm message arrived. An invitation from the Ashbourne Orphanage, thanking me for my support Jand asking me to attend their performance. The words were written neatly by the staffCexcept at the bottom, clumsy, childish letters were scrawled across the paper: Auntie Freya, pleasee watch me on stage. Dreamer. Dreamer. The little pup Id dragged from the waves on the ind mission. My throat tightened as I traced the crooked letters with my fingertip. Youre going? Sss voice rumbled behind me. Of course Im going. I looked up at him, my wolf bristling with determination. I want to see how hes doing. Then Ill go too, he said without hesitation, as if it werew written in stone. I gave him a look, but he only smiled that infuriatingly calm alpha smile. Wherever I went, he would follow. The orphanage was buzzing with excitement that weekend,ughter and music spilling from its old stone hall. Children in patched costumes darted about, their wolves too young to stir but their spirits radiant. Donors from thest ind charity event filled the front rows, their polished shoes and jeweled cuffs glinting under the stage lights. Ss walked beside me tall andmanding, drawing nces and hushed whispers even here. My wolf preened at his presence, though I would never admit it aloud. And then my eyes snagged on two figures I wished I hadnt seen. Aurora. Caelum Grafton. Aurora in her immacte uniform, head held high. And Caelum stiffened the moment his gaze met mine, Freya, he said, his brows knitting. What are you doing here? Augh slipped from me, sharp and cutting. Youre here, Caelum. Why shouldnt I be? His jaw worked as if he wanted to argue. And then the words came, venomCtipped. Ive confirmed the truth. The one who saved me that day wasnt youCit was Aurora. Stop spreading ridiculous lies. You only make yourself look more pathetic. My wolf bristled, lips curling in a silent snarl. He turned to Ss then, bold but trembling under the Irond Alphas gaze. Whitmor, you should be careful. Dont be deceived by this woman. Sss expression darkened into something lethal. I always knew you were arrogant, Grafton, he said, his tone low, smooth, and dangerous. But I didnt know you were this stupid. Speak one more insult about Freya, and Ill tear your tongue from your mouth myself. 1828 AM pp. The color drained from Caelums face. I caught the flicker of fear in his eyes, the scent of it spiking sharp and sour. Finished I turned my gaze on Aurora, who remained silent at his side, her lips pressed thin. Then back to Caelum. I already told you onceCbelieve what you want. If you want to pretend Aurora saved you, then fine. But dont ever presume to judge me. Youve lost that right. His mouth opened, ready to snap back, but Ss shifted a fraction closer to me, and Caelums wolf recoiled. He swallowed his words. The performances began soon after. The children danced, sang, and recited with trembling voices but glowing eyes. The donors pped politely, and shes from the reporters cameras sparked across the hall. At the end, a boy barely sixteen, his voice still awkwardly changing, stepped forward as host. Thank you, brothers and sisters, uncles and aunties, foring today. And thank you for your donations after the ind tragedy. Were so grateful. And today, were honored to have Aurora hereCour very own pilot of the Bluemoon Airborne Wing. And did you know? She was once a hero who braved the fire five years ago! Please wee her to the stage! Murmurs rippled through the hall. Aurora froze for half a second before she pasted on a smile and walked up under the spotlights. Im no hero, she began, her voice modest, almost humble. I only did what any decent wolf would do. Faced with a fire, who wouldnt try to save lives? It was never about bravery. It was simply the right thing to do. The hall erupted with apuse. Cameras shed. For a moment, the narrative was hers, every eye drinking in her image. Then a voice cut through the pping. Sharp. Cold. A reporter near the front raised his recorder. Aurora, he said, is it true you actually abandoned yourrade in that fire? That you stood by while he burned? The hall gasped, air sucked from the room in an instant. Auroras face snapped pale. Thats a lie, she spat, her voice suddenly hard. You use me without evidence? I could sue you for nder. The reporter lifted a trembling hand. It isnt my usation. Before I came, I received an anonymous message. It said you watched as your fellow soldier burned alive and you turned away. The silence that followed was suffocating. My wolfs hackles rose, the scent of fear pouring off Aurora, bitter and acrid. And I stood there, at Sss side, watching as the facade Aurora had so carefully constructed began to crack under the weight of truth. Ascension 174 Finished Third Persons POV Miss Aurora, he said, holding up a WolfComm device, its screen still glowing, I received this message this morning. I believe the audience has the right to see it.C Murmurs rippled through the hall. The man swiped the screen open, projecting the message so that the nearby journalists and charity patrons could glimpse the jagged words. The reporter then walked forward, extending the device toward Aurora Auroras face drained of color. Her fingers tightened at her sides, though she forced herself to take the WolfComm with calctedposure. Her eyes flicked down, skimming the text, and the icy calm she wore cracked for the briefest of heartbeats. Beneath the mask of poise, terror red. Who? The question screamed in her head. Who could possibly know what happened that night? Her wolf stirred uneasily beneath her skin, hackles lifting, throat taut with a snarl she dared not release. This number is untraceable, the reporter added, tone neutral but edged with sharp intent. A virtual reroute. But the content is rming. Miss Aurora, would you care to rify the truth of the matter? Every eye in the hall was upon her. Around the stage sat not only journalists, but benefactors of the Stormveil Orphanage, and even nobles of the wider werewolf coalitions. If she faltered, even for an instant, suspicion would sink its ws into her reputation. Aurora inhaled deeply, drawing wolfCstrength into her lungs. When she lifted her chin again, her expression was smooth, proud, untrembling. ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Yes, she said evenly. There was a fire. And yes, one of my fellow pilots fell to it. But it was an identCtragic, unforeseen. I was not at his side in the moment of disaster. By the time I reached him, the ze had already taken him. All I could do was raise the rm and fight the mes with what little I had. Her voice carried, strong and unwavering, echoing across the vaulted hall. The crowd hushed, listening. The official investigation confirmed it, she continued. The cause was negligence. A discarded ember, a cigarette left to smolder. That was the verdict. Not murder. Not betrayal. If anything, it was a warning to us all. Fire is not merciful, and every wolfevery human, for that matterCmust respect it. The weight of her words settled like iron. And then, as if on cue, polite apuse stirred from the audience, building into something more forceful, more convincing. Auroras pale cheeks regained their color as she pressed on, her wolf auracing each syble withmanding conviction. I dont know who has stooped to such vile games as sending anonymous messages, she dered, her eyes sweeping the sea of faces before her. But if they think lies will undo my work, they are mistaken. Justice has already spoken. If I were guilty of such horrors, would the government of the Capital have honored me? Would I have received medals, recognition, and the trust of my Pack? Her words grew hotter, her wolf spirit bristling just beneath her skin. To the coward behind thisCif you are even in this roomCI say this: shadows and whispers will never undo the truth, Those who strike from the dark will never prevail! The crowd erupted into thunderous apuse this time, louder and longer, Aurora tipped her chin higher, her pride restored, and descended gracefully from the stage. She slid back into her seat beside Caelum. He leaned toward her, his steelCblue eyes softened with concern. Are you all right? he murmured. Im fine, she answered quickly, her sinileposed. But only she knew the slick cold sweat that clung to her palms, the Tremor she concealed beneath the tablecloth. Who sent it? Her mind churned, frantic beneath the still surface. Who knows what happened that night? No one should have known. No one could have known. She had been there with And he had perished in the ze, his body consumed. The dead did not speak. coCpilotCthe only witness to his death. 1228 AM p p And she she had never breathed a word of that night to another soul. Then how? Finished Her stomach knotted, her wolf pacing like a caged beast. Could it be the same shadowy hand that had sent the message to her own private WolfComm weeks ago? Perhaps we should leave early, Caelum said softly, protective instinct ring in the Alphas aura. Aurora shook her head, sharp and decisive. No. To leave now would look like fear. I will stay. The Bluemoon Pack does not bow to shadows. Her words rang brave, but inside her wolf trembled. The event gradually returned to its usual rhythmCspeeches, pledges of aid, theughter of children echoing in the wings of the orphanage hall. To most, the incident had passed like a brief storm cloud drifting over the moon. But not to Freya. She sat a few rows behind, her Stormveil Pack blood keen to scents others ignored. The faint bitterness of Auroras fear still clung to the air, sharp as burnt ash. Freyas amber eyes narrowed as she studied the Betas daughter, her wolf prickling. Ssleaned toward her. What troubles you? Freya lowered her gaze, pretending thoughtfulness. Auroras face. Her words said one thing, but her wolf told another. You think the message is true? Ss asked, his voice low. Maybe not entirely. But shes hiding something. Freyas tone was t, thoughtful. An innocent wolf used falsely would rage, protest, howl their denial. But Aurora? She was too smooth. Too rehearsed. Ss grunted in agreement, his wolf aura flickering with distrust. Before Freya could add more, a small weight collided with her legs. She looked down in surprise as a young girl, barely ten, threw her arms around her waist. Freya! the child beamed up at her, eyes bright as moonlight. Did you see me perform? A smile cracked through Freyas stern fa?ade. She crouched, ruffling the girls hair. I did. And you were brilliant. The pups grin widened. Thene y with us! Were ying Hawk and Hens, You can be the Mother Hen! Freyas lips parted to agree, but Sss hand caught her arm. His gaze flicked to the bandaged gash across her forearm. Your wound isnt healed, he warned. His voice carried the edge of an Alphasmand, protective and unyielding. Its nothing, Freya replied, brushing him off with a halfCsmile. Mother Hens dont need their arms to shield their chicks. But Sss wolf bristled. He shook his head. No. I wont risk you for a game. Freyas wolf ached at the disappointment flickering in the childrens faces, their eager eyes fixed on her. The pull between instinct and duty warred within herCbetween the fierce protector who longed to bring joy to the pups and the cold truth of her injuries. She let out a soft sigh, gaze lingering on the little girls hopeful face. Ascension 175 Freyas POV Ss pressed his lips together, his expression unreadable, then said in his deep voice, Ill go. I blinked. You? Youll be the Mother Hen? Mm. He nodded as though the decision were final. Finished I couldnt help the stunned silence that followed. My mind balked at the imageCSs Whitmor, Alpha of the Irond Coalition, the wolf most of the Capital feared, ying childrens games on awn. It didnt fit. He was forged of iron, notughter. Yet he waspletely serious, and before I could stop him, he bent toward the little girl who had begged me. Freyas arm is injured, he said kindly, his tone gentled in a way that startled me. So I will y instead. Dreamers eyes lit with excitement, her squeal ringing like a bell. Ss shrugged off his tailored jacket, unfastened his tie, rolled his sleeves to the elbow. Then, to my utter disbelief, he strode onto the grass. Momentster, I watched himChim, the wolf with a reputation ck as nightCsprint across the green with a chain of squealing pups trailing behind, his arms stretched wide in mock defense as he guarded them from the hawk. The sight knocked the breath from me. This was no Alpha feared by the Capital; this was a man unarmored, a wolf freed of the weight of politics and war,ughing with children as though he had been born to it. The dignitaries and reporters lining the orphanagewn froze. Every single one who knew his name stared, mouths parted, as though theyd stumbled into a dream. Thats Ss Whitmor? The ironCfisted Alpha of the Coalition? The wolf whispered to be untouchable, lethal, merciless? And here he was, ying Hawk and Hens with orphans. My lips curved without my permission. The longer I stayed near him, the more I saw pieces that defied the legend. And those pieces unsettled me far more than his fearsome reputation ever had. I tugged out my WolfComm, capturing a few frames of the impossible momentCSs barreling across thewn,ughter sparking in his eyes. But before sliding the device back into my pocket, my thoughts snagged on something darker. The fire. The message that had shaken Aurora earlier still echoed in my mind. My thumb lingered over the WolfComm screen before, almost without realizing, I pulled up the web archives. My search turned toward the pastCthe Bluemoon Airborne Wings coCpilot who had died five years ago. The report hadnt softened with time. Negligence, theyd called it. A cigarette carelessly left burning, a fire sparked in the wrong ce. The man had burned, yes, but worseChis family had burned with him, not by me but by words. Wolves and humans alike had torn them apart in the public square, branding him reckless even in death. Bluemoon Pack had spent fortunes to smother the mes of scandal. Yet if his death had been his fault, why did Auroras wolf tremble with guilt today? My eyes narrowed as I scrolled, unease rippling beneath my skin. My wolf lifted its head, scenting lies buried beneath ash. And then- Freya. The voice snapped behind me, sharp and using. 1 I spun, instincts ring, only to find Aurora standing several paces away. Her chin was high, but the flush beneath her skin betrayed agitation. Were you the one? she demanded suddenly, her wordsced with Beta fury. The one sending those vile messages to reporters? To me? 1 barked out augh, sharp as breaking ss. What inadness are you spouting now? 12:28 AM p p. Finished You were rattled, she pressed, stepping closer, eyes glittering with triumph. I saw your WolfComm. You were searching for records of the fire. For my fallen wingmate. Who else but you would feed such poison to the press? She lunged, hand outstretched for my device. But I was not prey. I twisted smoothly aside, my wolfs reflexes effortless. Her fingers swiped only air. So thats your logic? I sneered. That because I read the archives, I must be your phantom user? Do you even hear how absurd you sound? Its you! Aurora snapped, her voice rising. Who else? Youve hated me ever since I won Caelums side. Jealousy drives you, Freya. Admit itCyou knew Id stand here today, so you schemed to nder me through the mouths of journalists! The growl that broke from my chest silenced the air between us. My wolf pressed forward, dominance radiating. Aurora, I said, my voice low and edged with threat, if you imagine Id soil my ws with your little games over a male like Caelum Grafton, then you are more foolish than I thought. Take him. I dont want him. But if you shriek so loudly, others will begin to wonder if that message carved closer to the truth than your speech did. Her face nched, then darkened. She trembled, but stubborn pride forced her chin up. If youre innocent, then hand me your WolfComm. Let me search it. Naughed again, colder this time. And why, by the Moon, should I hand my device to you? Youve no authority over me. You refuse because youre guilty! she snarled. Her wolf bristled, ws itching. I turned away, done with her theatrics. But she lungedCreckless, blind, her hand wing once more for the WolfComm at my belt. My wolf answered before thought could. I pivoted, hooked her ankle, and let her own momentum do the work. She crashed to the ground with a cry, sprawled in the grass, dignity shattered. Aurora! The roar ripped across thewn. Caelum Grafton stormed forward, his Alpha presence ring like a de unsheathed. He gathered Aurora up, his arm locking around her shoulders, his stormCgray eyes fixed on me with fury. Freya Thorne, he thundered, youve gone too far! Ascension 176 Freyas POV Finished I almostughed at the absurdity. Too far? I murmured under my breath, the memory of Aurora sprawling on the grass still sharp in my mind. Too far? Compared to the lies shed tried to spread about me, the mockery she aimed to cast over the tragedy, she had no right to utter those words. Caelums stormCgray eyes burned into me. Freya, I just saw you trip Aurora! His tone was sharp, edged with both incredulity and controlled anger. Why do you hold such malice toward her? Why harm her like this? I could almost feel my wolf curl its lips at him. His question, his disbeliefCit was almost funny. You saw me trip her? I said coolly, letting the edges of sarcasm cut through the tension. Did you not see her reach for my WolfComm? Did you not see that she lunged at me? Caelums jaw tightened. Auroras lips trembled, her Beta pride chafing against the sharp truth in my voice. But even I could see that their minds struggled to piece together what was really happening. They had both seen what my body could do. I had put Caelum t on his back once during a sparring session, easy as a wolf stretching its limbs. I could crush Aurora if I wantedCand she knew it, too. She stumbled, yes, but she was alive, unbroken, and if I had truly intended to harm her, she would not have risen with her dignity intact, much less just skidded across the grass in a graceless fall. You see, I said, letting the words roll off my tongue like steel, if I wanted to hurt her, this wouldnt be the result. A scratch, a bruise, a trip? Hardly enough. My body doesnt work like that by ident. Their expressions shifted, the tension around them thickening like smoke. Caelums Alpha instincts red beneath the surface, but his gaze flickered, betraying hesitation. Auroras eyes widened, doubt breaking herposure, even if only for a fraction of a second. Freya- Aurora hissed, if you hadnt handed over your WolfComm, how else would I prove-? I cut her off with augh, sharp and cold. Prove what? That youre the victim? That some text message from a coward behind the scenes defines my actions? Thats what youre basing your life around? Caelums lips parted slightly, but before he could speak, I stepped closer, letting my wolfs aura expand, heavy and low, brushing against his senses. It was a silent warning, a reminder that I was not prey, nor was I someone to misjudge. And then Caelum moved. His hand shot for my injured arm, instinctively protective, maybe a little overbearing. The WolfComm in my hand made me pause. My arm was slowCdamaged from an earlier sparCbut instinct, reflex, survival, all sharpened my response. Let go! I snapped, my wolf ring. But he gripped harder, thinking he could assert dominance through concern. Give me the WolfComm. Let us check it, or Ill His words faltered beneath the force radiating from me. I lifted my leg without hesitation. My wolf responded instantly, muscles coiling like a predator about to pounce. One swift kick, precise, controlled, and Caelum was thrown back, sprawling on the manicured grass. Shock radiated across thewn like ripples in water. Guests, reporters, and onlookers turned their eyes toward themotion, and I could sense their minds scrambling toprehend the audacity of what had just urred. Freya, whats going on? Sss voice rumbled like distant thunder. I looked up to see the Irond Alpha striding toward us, as he took in the scene. his ck eyes narrowis Nothing, I replied, voice calm but firm, letting my wolfs posture speak for the restrained storm within me. His gaze dropped to my right arm. The creamCcolored sleeve bore a darkening streak of red. Youve reopened the wound? he asked, concern cutting through the ice in his voice. Just a scratch from when Caelum grabbed me, I said. Ill reCdress itter. Nothing serious, Sss eyes, however, were storm clouds ready to break. He turned, slow and deliberate, and faced Caelum, who was still 8:07 PM Finished gathering his bearings. Even as Caelum rose, attempting to justify himself, the tension was immediate and primalCthe scent of dominance, blood, and challenge rising in the space between us. You touched her arm? Ss asked, his voice low, lethal. The weight of the Irond Alpha pressed down like a living thing. Caelum swallowed, unease prickling the hairs along his spine. I I didnt know. If shed handed over the WolfComm, none of this would have happened! Sss gaze never wavered. Her innocence, he said, the words cold steel, does not need proof from you or anyone else. The air snapped. A single, crisp soundCthe subtle crack of inevitabilityCechoed through the tension, though the movement had not yet begun. And then he moved. Ss stepped forward, the sheer weight of his presence crushing the space around Caelum. His wolf surged outward, a storm of shadowed dominance, fangs of instinct and authority glinting in the subtle sunlight. In an instant, Caelums right hand, the one still trembling with the misguided attempt to seize proof, was broken. The crack was audible, resonating like the shattering of bones and the release of primal energy at once. I stood frozen for a heartbeat, wolf instincts humming, muscles tense. The air was thick with pack dominance, a dangerous, electric charge that only Ss couldmand so effortlessly. The lesson was clear: he was the apex, the sto and neither man nor Beta could challenge him without cost. Around us, the crowd held their collective breath, the reporters sensing that this was more than a mere scuffle. This was the collision of wolves, bloodlines, and pride, and I, Freya Thorne of Stormveils fifth branch, could feel the tremors of power shifting beneath my paws. Sss ck eyes met mine for a brief moment. There re was no anger in his look for meConly a measured acknowledgment of control and principle. He had intervened, yes, but he had allowed me my dominance, my assertion. Thew of the pack, silent and absolute, had been enforced. Caelum crumpled slightly, pain radiating in a way that would not soon be forgotten. Auroras eyes flitted between us, doubt and fear warring with her Beta pride. And I? I tightened my grip on the WolfComm, wolf heartbeat syncing with mine, knowing that some truths could not be swayed by fear, coercion, or lies. Send Gifts 244 Ascension 177 Ss POV Finished The air still thrummed with tension when I saw Caelum Grafton copse to the ground, his scream cutting sharp through the manicuredwn. His right hand hung at an unnatural angle, a crimson ribbon trailing from the twisted joints. Instinctively, my wolf surged. My Alpha senses redCnot for dominance, not for showCbut for the protection for Freya. Aurora rushed forward, her Beta pride faltering as she caught him midCfall. Alpha Whitmor! she hissed, fury spiking her tone. Even you, feared across the Capital, cannot- Her words dissolved in disbelief when her eyes met mine. Especially since this was over Freya. My Freya. I let her words hang in the air, meaningless. To anyone outside the circle, I was merely a man of power. But to my wolf, to my instincts, anyone who threatened Freya was my prey, my adversary. My jaw tightened. I would tolerate nopromises. Not here, not now. Anyone withints, I said, voice low and steelCedged, reverberating in the space between the gathered guests, may address them with my legal counsel. But anyone who dares harm Freya Thorne? I will not let a single one escape. My words were calm, measuredCbut every syble carried the gravity of an Alpha who would tear the world apart for his mate. I didnt pause for dramatic effect. My boots pressed the grass as I moved toward her, my arms shifting to cradle her body effortlessly. Freyas protest was immediate, sharp, thoughced with the amusement I hade to know. I can walk, she said, voice tinged with embarrassment. Her injured arm, not her legs, made this pose slightly unnecessaryCbut my wolf would not allow her to risk further harm. I do not trust anyone to handle you but me, I said, voice t, the wolf in my chest vibrating with protective hunger. Freyas head tilted back, a faint smile ying across her lips. She always had a way of softening the storm in me, even when the worldCor Caelum tried to bring it to a boil. The staff from the Orphanage and my Whitmore guards fell into ce around us, coordinating quietly as I carried her away from the chaos. The press followed, snapping photos, but I was oblivious to the cameras. My focus was entirely on herCthe faint pulse of her blood, the shallow rhythm of her breath, the subtle tension in her wounded arm. Once we were safely in the armored vehicle, I gently rolled up the sleeve of her creamCcolored jacket. A thin smear of blood glistened along the torn fabric. My fingers hovered over it, unwilling to touch too soon, fearing her reaction. Does it hurt? I asked, my voice tight. Freya shrugged, herposure unbroken. Its fine. But my wolf did not believe her. I could sense the twinge of pain in her aura, could smell the iron tang of blood, could feel the tremor beneath her calm. You are lying, I murmured, voice almost a growl. I bandaged the shallow gash carefully, my hands moving with both precision and possessive care. Each second I spent tending her wound, my wolf curled closer, protective, territorial. Whoever dared cross her path would feel my wrathCand they would remember it. Freyas lips curved into that faint, mischievous smile that never failed to disarm me. Really, its nothing. By the way did you just break Caelums hand? Her voice was soft, teasing, though she watched me carefully for my Yes, I admitted, eyes locked on hers, scanning every flicker of expression, every microreaction. D you me me? Her lips pressed together, thoughtful. My chest clenched, jealousy and possessiveness gnawing at me. Caelum had once been someone Freya consideredCsomeone she might have trusted with her future. If there were lingering threads of affection, I would cut them all away with teeth and ws if necessary. The wolf inside me snarled at the thought of any other man standing in her path. Freyas voice pulled me back, steadying me. Why would I me you? I kicked him first, remember? If anyone deserves scorn, it would be me for letting him get that close in the first ce. Relief and a shiver of pride ran through me. My wolf eased slightly, tail flicking with satisfaction. Yet the tension lingered- the need to ensure no one ever threatened her again, to cement my ce as her protector, her Alpha, her shadow. What if he tries to sue? Freya asked, brow furrowing in a rare hint of hesitation. Then let him, I said, voice cold as steel. It was an ident my miscalction. The Whitmore legal team will handle the rest. Caelum will receive no satisfaction beyond his own pain. I allowed my eyes to flick to hers, letting her see the 8:07 PM unwavering resolve in them. Finished Inside, my wolf was still restless. Freyas pulse, her warmth, her very presence set it on edge. Every beat of her heart reminded me that I would guard her with everything I had. No man, no rival, no outsider would ever stake im to even a fragment of her attention. Back at the Whitmore estate, I worked with meticulous care to redress her wound. Each motion was deliberate, gentle, protective. If I had known they woulde for you I muttered, a rare hint of vulnerability in my tone, I should never have left. Freya smiled, a soft, wry thing that made the storm in me recede, if only slightly. I am not defenseless, she said, amusementcing her voice. I do not need a bodyguard at every moment. I was careless this time, nothing more. Her words soothed the beast inside me, yet my wolf still circled, vignt, scanning, ready to strike at any who dared draw near. Sheughed lightly, eyes crinkling as she recalled a moment from earlier. I liked watching you y tag with the children, she said. Its strange, seeing you like that. Almost human, almost free. I like that side of you. I paused, a shiver running through me at her confession. You like that version of me? I asked quietly, leaning close, aware of the scent of her hair, the warmth of her skin, the faint iron of her blood. Yes, she whispered, eyes softening. But I like all of you. I just wish we had met sooner. The words struck me harder than any blow. My wolf stirred restlessly, sensing theyers of regret, longing, and missed time. If we had met earlier, she would have been mine wholly, unchallenged, free from the distractions of other men, free from the shadows of her past, Yes, I murmured, voice husky, almost a growl. If only we had. The thought settled in my chest like molten metal. I would not waste another moment. She would have no other men, no interference. I would guard her, walk beside her through every trial, every danger, every sunrise. My wolf would not yield. My life would belong to her. And so, I vowed silently: No one touches Freya Thorne. No one threatens her. No one but me will ever share her light. Send Gifts Ascension 178 Finished Third Persons POV Caelums right hand was now encased in a stark white cast, the bandages wrapping tightly around it like a cocoon. He held it carefully, his eyes dark and stormy, the physical pain mingling with an anger that simmered far deeper. Auroras violet gaze sharpened, flicking between him and the shadow of Freya she could almost still feel lingering in the room. Her Beta pride red with indignation. Freya ThorneCusing Ss Whitmor to hurt you? That is beyond malicious! Her voice rang out, betraying the fury she tried so hard to keep in check. Caelum, this this cannot go unpunished! You must do something! Caelums jaw clenched. He flexed the fingers of his uninjured hand, staring at the casted one as if it alone could exin the tangled web they were caught in. Do you want to sue Ss Whitmor? he countered sharply, the edge of disbelief cutting through his words. Auroras indignation only sharpened. Of course! He injured your handCyour hand, Caelum! Surely youre not afraid of that man, are you? Her voice dripped with a mixture of anger and frustration, not at Ss so much as at Freya herself. If it hadnt been for Freya, Aurora would never have been left humiliated, scrambling, and exposed in front of so many witnesses at the Orphanage event. Caelums re softened, conflicted. He massaged his casted hand absently, the lingering sting a constant reminder of the chaotic encounter. If I sue Ss then I would be setting myself against the entire Whitmore legacy. I am not foolish enough to do that lightly. Auroras frown deepened, her lips pressing into a thin line. She understood the implications all too well. Caelum might be Alpha of SilverTech Forgeworks, fierce andmanding, but against Ss Whitmor of the Irond Coalition? Any legal battle would tilt in Whitmores favor long before the first gavel struck. Companies partnered with him could easily withdraw, contracts evaporating like mist at dawn. The cost would outweigh any satisfaction of vengeance. Yet the sting of injustice refused to abate in Auroras chest. So your injury just goes unnoticed, then? she asked, the sharpness of her voice carrying a faint tremor of wounded pride. Caelum forced a bitter smile, twisting the casted fingers as if in silent apology to some unspoken standard. Consider it the cost of Freyas interference, he muttered. There was truth in the words, a begrudging eptance of the chaos Freya had brought into their lives. He would never have grasped her wounded arm, never caused this injury, had he known what was at stake. Auroras eyes narrowed. Are you still concerned about her? Her voice was pointed, almost scornful. Even knowing she might have crossed you, even knowing she tried to humiliate me, you still care that she got hurt? Caelums chest tightened. I do not care about Freya Thorne in that sense, he began, defensive, but three years of marriage I never imagined I would see her injured like that. And, yes, you are certain she sent that WolfComm message to the reporter? Auroras breath hitched slightly, a flicker of triumph in her eyes. If it wasnt her, then who else? The incident with the ind electronic billboard, the orphanage eventCshe was always there. Always. This this is jealousy, in and simple. She envies me because I have you, Caelum. She has been plotting all along. Caelum fell silent, uncertainty gnawing at him. Could it truly be so calcted? His wolfs instincts bristled, ears twitching as he sifted through scents and subtle tensions, trying to untangle truth from perception. Auroras voice rose in desperation. And she has no proof! No evidence of your soCcalled neglect of colleagues, no truth to her nder. She has nothingCyet she dares to speak as if she owns the facts. Caelum you trust me, dont you? He met her gaze, unflinching Of determination and cunning that belied the hurt pride she tried to mask. Why would he not trust her? She was Bluemoon Packs BetaCborn, sharp, capableCand undeniably his. determination and cunning course I trust you, he said firmly. His wolf sensed the sincerity in her scent, the Auroras lips curved in satisfaction, a calcted smile that mixed affection with ambition. She leaned against him lightly nestling into the warmth of his presence as if to stake im to both his body and attention. So now that we are together, when shall we announce it to the world? Her question was soft, but beneath it, the steel of her intent was unmistakable. Caelums pulse hitched, a flicker of hesitation crossing his features, Announcing their union. less than three months after his 8:07 PM 1 Finished divorce. The thought alone carried weight, consequences tangled with perception, reputation, and pack politics. He could feel his wolf bristle, cautious and protective, warning him of exposure and potential attacks. Aurora noticed immediately. Her smile faltered for a fraction, frustration prickling at herposure. You mean to say you do not want to go public? If that is the case, why not refuse me that night? If you had, I would have epted it, and we could have stayed apart. She stepped back, as if to storm away, the curve of her hips and the tilt of her chin a subtle show of control. Caelums strong hands caught her before she could retreat fully. Aurora, he said, tone firm but gentle, I do not refuse you. I want this us. But I have only recently emerged from my divorce. Public scrutiny rumors it could hurt your reputation. It is better to wait, to find the proper time. Auroras expression softened slightly, though her calcting mind did not cease. Very well, she murmured, masking her ambition behind a veil ofpliance. We will wait for the proper time. Inside, she knew better. The soCcalled protection of her reputation was merely an excuse; Caelum cared more for his empire hispany, and the perception of power than for her personal whims. But Aurora had a n. She would engineer circumstances that forced the timing into her favor, making it impossible for him to refuse public acknowledgment. She would ensure that when the world finally saw them together, it would be on her terms. And as Caelum held her there, unaware of the silent plotting weaving itself around them, Auroras wolfCquiet, calcting, everChungryCwaited, ready to strike with precision when the moment arrived. Send Gifts Ascension 179 Finished Third Persons POV A few dayster, Freya followed Ss into the gleaming towers of Whitsea Groups headquarters. The buildings steelCand- ss fa?ade reflected the bright morning sun, but inside, tension lingered like an undercurrent. Many of the employees had seen Freya beforeCafter all, she had often apanied Ss like a shadow, safeguarding the Irond Alpha wherever he went. Her reputation as a vignt protector preceded her, and the incident in the underground garage had only intensified it. When Freya was hurt at the garage, Ss had reced the entire security team. Even here, whispers of the upheaval in The garage reached every floor. Senior managers, executives, and any employees connected to the Whitmore family tread lightly, wary of drawing the Alphas attention or getting caught in the crossfire. In recent days, Ss had remained conspicuously absent from the office, which allowed the employees a small measure of relief. Yet today, with Ss and Freya arriving together, the air inside the building seemed suddenly heavier. Subtle looks were exchanged between employeesCan unspoken sense that something unusual was about to unfold.. Lily, Sss secretary, had taken over responsibilities from the injured Wren and entered the executive office, only to freeze in ce. Ss knelt in front of Freya, one hand gently cradling her right foot, his gaze intent and unyielding, fixed on the swelling redness across the arch of her shoe. To anyone who had only known him as the untouchable,manding Alpha of the Irond Coalition, this was a sight that defiedprehension. The image of the Alpha, stooping before a womanCbowing almost as if submitting entirely to her presence -was shocking enough to make even hardened executives doubt their senses. Lily could feel her pulse race; a part of her halfCexpected Ss to lean forward and ce a kiss upon the delicate curve of Freyas foot. The thought alone sent a shiver down her spine. Freya nced toward Leo, checks tinged with pink. Ah I identally spilled some tea on my shoe, she said, a faint awkwardness in her tone, so Lily, realizing the simple exnation, nodded in understanding, trying to suppress the disbelief still fluttering in her chest. Freya attempted to pull her foot back, but Sss fingers remained securely entwined with hers. Im fine, she reassured him. The redness is still visible, Ss murmured, lifting her with ease. Freya blinked, caught off guard. Lilys eyes widened in equal astonishment. In the executive office, there was a small wash basin tucked into the corner. Ss carried Freya to the counter, cing her foot carefully beneath the running cold water. The sight of the Alpha, usually crisp andmanding, tending to the swelling and redness of a womans foot, left everyone in the room dumbstruck. HighCranking employees, following behind Lily, hesitated at the doorway, uncertain whether to enter. Their instincts screamed at themCwhat danger could befall the Alpha that required such intimacy? But as they stepped inside, the scene confirmed the unexpected: the Alpha was tending to Freya as though she were le most precious presence in the room. Freyas face flushed as she held up her hands. Enough, really. Im fine now, she said, concerned about the growing crowd. The more witnesses, the more awkward her situation felt. Ss, after confirming that the redness had faded under the cold water, paused and took a soft cloth from the counter. He gently dried her foot, then reached for a spare pair of shoes kept in the office, Here, he said, sliding them onto her feet with careful precision. The executives and Lily could only stare, astonishment failing to capture the depth of their reaction. The Alpha, stoic and exacting in all matters of business, now showed a level of personal attentiveness that few could reconcile with the Freya, wanting to redirect the attention back to decorum, attempted to move toward the door. I should step out while you conduct your meeting, she said lightly. Sss hand caught her wrist. No need. Stay 8:08 PM P Finished Id rather sit outside for a bit, Freya insisted, her gaze flicking to the executives whose expressions were a mixture of awe and embarrassment. The lobby or the office lounge would afford her more privacy while keeping the situation from escting. Ss hesitated, then gave a small nod. Very well. He turned to the desk and retrieved two boxes of medicine, checking the time carefully. In seven minutes, remember to take these. The two doses should be spaced five minutes apart, and the water temperature should be around thirtyCeight degrees Celsius. Lily and the onlookers were astounded. Ss, usually curt and to the point in meetings, now behaved almost like a caretaker fussing over the timing, dosage, and even the temperature of water. Freya took the medicines from him and left the office with Lily, a faint smile ying across her lips. She knew Sss actions stemmed from genuine care, a rare vulnerability he showed only to her. Evenpared to Jocelyn Thorne, the favored first branch of Stormveil Pack, Freya recognized the depth of Sss attentiveness. Being with him meant feeling cherished, protected, andCunexpectedlyCdesired. Her thoughts were interrupted by the vibrating of her WolfComm. After a brief conversation, she turned to Lily. Please inform Ss that I need to make a quick stop at the Thorne Group. Its urgent. Freya moved swiftly through the city streets and arrived at the Thorne Groups headquarters. As she entered, she, immediately spotted Jocelyn. Jocelyns brows knitted in irritation. What are you doing here? she snapped. Thats none of your concern, Freya replied, her voice cool and measured, already moving to sidestep her. Before she could pass, a sharp voice rang out behind her. Jocelyn, you called me over why is Freya here too? Freya turned, and saw Aurora and Caelum entering the building. Caelums presence radiated authority, while Auroras Beta instincts flickered in her calcted gaze. I didnt call her, Jocelyn insisted, rushing toward Aurora. Finally, youre here. The helicopter is ready, we need your help to rescue the workers! A sudden industrial ident had urred on one of the offshore sites. Though authorities had been contacted, deployingw enforcement helicopters would take hours. The Thorne Groups private helicopter was ready, but the timing was critical. Jocelyns push for speed in construction had causedpses in safety inspections, precipitating the ident. Auroras eyes glinted as she looked at Freya. Before I help, I expect a proper apology from you and Caelum, she said, a triumphant edge in her tone. Freyas gaze narrowed, meeting Auroras with equal malice. In that moment, an unspoken challenge passed between them- wolf to wolf, Alpha instincts and Beta cunning shing in silent, simmering tension. Ascension 180 Finished Third Persons POV Jocelyn Thornes brow was furrowed in confusion, her voice carrying sharp authority. Aurora, whats going on here? Why do you want Freya to apologize? Aurora folded her arms, her gaze sharp and deliberate. A few days ago, Caelum and I attended a charity event at the Orphanage. I discovered that Freya may have been secretly sending messages to the press to discredit me. When I tried to check her WolfComm, she refusedCand on top of that, she treated both Caelum and me with obvious hostility. Her words hung in the air like the scent of a storm just before it breaks. Then Aurora paused, her sharp eyes narrowing. Jocelyn Caelums wrist was broken, and its because of Freya. If she hadnt been involved, Ss Whitmor wouldnt have intervened in such a way. Thats just how it happened. Jocelyns face went pale, the realization hitting her like an icy gust. Ss Ss Whitmor, Alpha of the Irond Coalition, had broken Caelum Graftons wrist? The thought was almost unimaginable. Ss was never one to act without purposeCbut for Freya, he had struck again and again, crossing boundaries he usually respected. Jocelyn spun toward Freya, her tone sharp andmanding. Freya! Apologize to Aurora and Caelum immediately! Freya, standing tall and unflinching, ignored themand. She had no intention of wasting time on these petty usations. Her Wolf senses were already focused on the offshore site, where Thorne Group employees were trapped. The Wolf in her sensed danger; the call to action pulsed like a drumbeat in her veins. The Wolf in her knew that hesitation could cost lives. You dare try to stop me from leaving? Freyas voice was steady, carrying an edge of amusement that didnt reach her eyes. Jocelyn, sensing the challenge to her authority, took a step forward. Freya! Aurora, stepping in with the confidence of a Beta used to asserting dominance, added, Youre a former operative, right? Youve always liked showing your skills consider this your chance. If you apologize and Im satisfied, I will pilot the chopper to rescue the stranded employees. If not well, your stubbornness could jeopardize the mission. And if anything happens to those people, its on you! The usation hung heavy in the air, but Freyas instincts red. Threats could not sway her. She scanned the room, sensing the small pack of Thorne Group employees hiding behind security personnel. She could almost smell their fear, the worry for lives caught offshore, the anxious pulse of a pack in crisis. Caelums voice, calm and controlled, cut through the tension. Freya, you dont have to apologize to me. But you owe Aurora a courtesy for the false usation. She is an active hero in her own right. Freyas eyes narrowed slightly at the word hero. Aurora acting heroic She had seen enough deception and theatrics in the orphanage to doubt that narrative, Hero or not, you need evidence to im I ndered you, Freya replied, voice edged with steel. I dont have time for your theatrics. Lives are at stake. Jocelyns face hardened. If you dont apologize, you wont leave! She motioned sharply, and security personnel moved to encircle Freya, the silent assertion of human dominance attempting to mirror pack control, She could feel the fear and uncertainty in the Freyas wolf instincts tensed, ears twitching, sensing the subtle shifts of when no wolf was physically threatening them. humans around her, the way they paled in the shadow of Alpha presence Youre willing to gamble the lives of Thorne Group employees over an apology? Jocelyns voice rose, dripping with moral superiority. Do you understand that every minute you waste increases the risk for those trapped on the ind? If anything happens, I wont forgive you! Freyas lips curved into a small, wolfish smile. The humans around her could only posture. You wont forgive and yet the real failure is Auroras, she said, her voice low but cutting. She refuses to go because of personal grudges. Thats the real problem Jocelyn sputtered, flustered and outraged. Its because you wont apologize! Before the verbal skirmish could escte further, a low, voice cut through the room. And why should she apologize? 8:08 PM P * Finished Every head turned as Ss Whitmor, Alpha of the Irond Coalition, appeared at the door. His presence alone shifted the room, a tangible pressure that made even the confident Jocelyn flinch. His gaze swept over Jocelyn, icy and precise, and she felt the chill of a pack Alphas wrath on her spine. Aurora, slightly taken aback, tried to recover herposure. Ss Freya should apologize for the orphanage incident. Or are you going to apologize on her behalf? Ss lips curved into a faint, dangerous smile. My apology? You could never handle it. Aurora bristled, indignation shing in her eyes. We dont care if we can handle it or not. If you want Freya to fly that helicopter, she has to apologize! The Alphas gaze darkened, carrying the weight of a predators judgment. Freya stepped forward, her stance firm, chest lifted, voice carrying the strength of her pack lineage. Aurora, lives are not leverage for your threats. You may choose not to go, but I will. Im going to rescue them. Jocelyn froze, her authority undermined, while Auroras disdain shed openly. You? You think you can? Even if you flew helicopters in the army, that was three years ago. The offshore winds are treacherous. Can you even handle it? Send Gifts Ascension 181 Finished Third Persons POV Freyas jaw was set, eyes glinting with determination. Whether I can pilot the helicopter or not is my business, not yours, she said coolly, her voice cutting through the tense atmosphere. Freya, Ive been waiting for you, Abel Thorne said briskly, striding toward her. There was no trace of impatience in his tone, only the calm authority of a Thorne elder, seasoned by decades of pack politics. Im ready at any moment to fly to the offshore ind for the rescue mission, Freya responded without hesitation. Her wolf instincts were already keyed to the stormCtossed ocean, to the trapped employees who had no one else to rely on. Good, Abel said simply, gesturing for her to follow. The helicopter is on the rooftop helipad. The security guards who had previously attempted to block her path now hesitated, their human caution faltering in the presence of hermanding aura. No one dared challenge the Bloodmoon Pack operative. Jocelyn spoke up with incredulity. Abel, are you really letting Freya fly the helicopter for the rescue? Abels gaze swept past her toward Aurora. Then who else? Aurora? You really think shes going to do it? His eyes lingered on the Beta pilot of the Bluemoon Airborne Wing, whose previous insistence that Freya apologize had irked him. His distaste was subtle but palpable. Jocelyn opened her mouth, but no words came. She could only watch as Freya, followed by Ss Whitmor, Alpha of the Irond Coalition, ascended the private elevator with Abel. Jocelyns eyes narrowed, sharp and calcting. Well, since Freya is taking the helicopter for the rescue, then you She paused, her voice carrying a dangerous edge. Ha, Aurora muttered under her breath, Abel really does think Freya can handle this. Just wait. Flying a helicopter over that offshore ind isnt. simple stunt. Shell fail. Her steps quickened as she strode toward the elevator, her pride driving her forward. I want see her mess this up firsthand! Exactly! And then shell have to beg you to take over the rescue! Jocelyn followed, her own excitement mingled with anxiety. Caelum stood silently beside them. His eyes, however, betrayed nothing, his wolf senses alert and sharp. He had seen Freya pilot a helicopter before, and he knew her skills exceeded even Auroras ims of mastery. In his mind, the silent prediction was chilling: the one who would embarrass themselves was not Freya, but Aurora. The elevator chimed, doors sliding open to reveal the rooftop helipad Freya was already approaching a sleek, reinforced SkyVex Armaments helicopter, her movements fluid and precise. Ss stepped forward suddenly, hand gripping her shoulder. I could have found another pilot, he said, his voice low but urgent. It doesnt have to be you. Freya shook her head, a wolfish glint in her amber eyes. Theres no time. Every minute we dy increases the chance of a sessful rescue. Im going now. Ill face. Youre not trained for a rescue mission like this, Freya said firmly, her wolf instincts warning her of the dangers. It would only be a hindrance. Trust meCeverything will be fine. Ss met her gaze for a long moment, the air between them charged with unspoken acknowledgment. Ill wait for your return, he said finally, a promise wrapped in an Alphas patience and protection. Freya climbed into the cockpit, fingers brushing over the controls as her Wolf senses synchronized with the machine. Engines roared to life, vibrating under her touch, and in moments, the helicopter lifted off, cutting through the city skyline and heading toward the offshore ind. Auroras eyes went wide as she watched the helicopter ascend and stabilize perfectly i supposed rival. was flying smoothly, confidently, the n 8:08 PM P Finished that Freya was bluffing, that she would falter under pressure. Yet here she was,manding the helicopter with wless expertise. A surge of fury coursed through Aurora. Her mind raced: if Freyapleted the rescue, she would steal the spotlight. She, who had intended to demonstrate superiority, would instead be overshadowed. NoCthis was uneptable. She needed to intervene, to assert dominance before Freya could seed. Ill go too, Aurora said abruptly, her voice dripping with determination. She turned to Jocelyn. Ill ensure this mission is done properly. Freya may fly the helicopter, but she doesnt have my experience as a professional pilot. The winds near the ind are unpredictable. If anything goes wrong, shell be at riskCand I cant allow that. Jocelyns eyes lit up with a calcting gleam. Very well, then. Go ahead, she said loudly, intentionally drawing Ss attention. Freya has been out of service for yearsCwho knows how rusty her skills have be? Abel, nodding with quiet approval, dispatched a rescue team to apany Aurora on the helicopter. Aurora turned to Caelum. Youlle with me. I? Caelum hesitated, ncing at his injured wrist. Im not sure how much help I can be. You dont need to help with the flying, Aurora said, her voice firm, authoritative. Having you there is enough. It will give me the confidence to focus entirely on the rescue. She wanted him to witness firsthand how she outperformed Freya, how her skills and heroism surpassed Freya. Caelum, youll apany Aurora, Jocelyn urged. She, too, hoped Aurora would reach the ind first, securing her position as the more capable rescuer. Caelums lips pressed together. He wanted to argueCthe fact that Ss had not gone himself made this pointlessCbut against Jocelyns insistence and Auroras determined presence, he had no choice but toply. With a deep breath, he followed Aurora toward the second helicopter, his mind silently tracking Freyas ascent, already calcting the probabilities. Above the city, two helicopters now tore toward the stormshed offshore ind. One carried Freya Thorne, poised and confident, a wolf among men and machines. The other carried Aurora, Beta pilot of the Bluemoon Pack, determined to prove herself, her every instinct sharpened by pride and ambition. And in the silent, highCstakes sky, the pack instincts, pride, and skill of all involved would collide, each Alpha, Beta, and operative testing limits not just of technology, but of loyalty, courage, and sheer will. Send Gifts 244 Ascension 182 Finished Third Persons POV The storm over the Ashbourne coast howled like a feral beast, wing at the sky with invisible talons. Abel Thorne believed sending more hands into the rescue would bring safety, so he did not stop the others from boarding the second helicopter. Aurora gripped the controls of her aircraft, the sleek des of the Bluemoon Airborne Wings chopper slicing through the wind. Behind her sat Caelum along with trained rescuers. Their destinationCthe stranded ind where a storm had trapped several men. On the ground, Jocelyn stood beside Ss, Alpha of the Irond Coalition. Her eyes, cold with calction, shifted toward him Ss, lets go down, Jocelyn urged softly. Aurora will bring them back soon enough. Once the victims were returned, she was certain Ss would see Freya Thorne for what she truly wasCnothing but smoke and mirrors, a woman surviving on borrowed glory. Yet Ss did not move. He remained rooted where he stood, posture unyielding, gaze fixed on the dark sky where Freyas aircraft had vanished into the storm. His expression was distant, almost reverent, as though his eyes followed her across the miles. What power did Freya hold Over him, that he could look at no one else? Ss! Jocelyn snapped, stepping closer. Her hand closed around his right wrist to pull him back from that invisible tether. And then she froze. That handCelegant, strong, once her recurring nightmare. Years ago, those fingers had nearly gouged out her eye in a single violent moment. His touch had been as sharp as knives, a memory so vicious she had sought out healers and mindCweavers for years to banish her terror But now those same fingers trembled beneath her grasp. Her breath caught. Ss, whats wrong? Your handCits shaking. He drew his hand back slowly, lips pressed into a thin, grim line. His eyes lowered, staring at his own quivering palm. Yes, he murmured, voice nd quiet. It trembles. Because fear was blooming inside him. Fear that Freya would not return. Fear that he had not been able to follow her into the storm. The sensation coiled like a serpent in his chest, spreading through his And then, as though confessing to the night itself, Ss whispered, So its true. I love herCso deeply that fear makes my hands shake. Abel Thornes brows lifted in shock. He had suspected Sss feelings for Freya, but hearing the Irond Alpha admit them aloud was something else entirely. His gaze flicked to JocelynCand there it was, the twist of her mouth, the rage trembling in her jaw. The young womans envy burned in her eyes like wildfire. Abel sighed inwardly and pulled her aside. Jocelyn, some things cannot be forced. The harder you clutch, the more they ship away. What isnt yours will never yield, no matter the sacrifice But Jocelyns silence spoke volumes. Her jealousy deepened, thick and poisonous. She had given an eyeCbled for the price of his hand once upon a timeyet she could not hold Sss heart. And Freya? Freya bled nothing, yet shemanded him. Jocelyns teeth ground together. She would never allow it. Never The two helicopters thundered across the stormCdark sea, one after the other. The nearer they drew to the ind, the stronger the winds became, twisting in erratic patterns, pushing and pulling like unseen predators. Finished Auroras knuckles whitened on the cyclic. Sweat gathered on her palms, though the air inside the cockpit was cold. She had flown countless hours, though mostly as a coCpilot. She had always believed herself equalCbetter, evenCthan her superiors. If given the chance, she thought, she could lead. Yet now, with the full weight ofmand in her hands, faced with the vicious spirals of wind tearing around the ind, her confidence faltered. One wrong calction and the craft would fall into the sea, des shattered, bodies broken. Her breath came shallow. She had not wanted this flight for honor or dutyConly to outshine Freya Thorne. To rob her rival of glory. Never to wager her own life. Why are we slowing? one of the rescuers asked, leaning forward with confusion. Aurora stiffened. The air currents are too unstable here. Too dangerous. The man frowned and gestured toward the windshield. Ahead, Freyas helicopter, smaller yet steady, pressed forward undaunted, cutting through the storm with precision. But the lead aircraft- Thats their pilot, Aurora snapped, her voice sharp. This is my ship, my judgment. Perhaps theyre lucky tonight. Or reckless. If they fall, luck will end. Are you questioning mymand? The rescuer bit his ngue and fell silent. Caelums voice broke the tension. Aurora, he said gently, dont fear. I believe in you. You can take us through. She nced at him, lips pressed tight. But her own heart did not believe it. Not now. Not with death in every gust. Her fingers locked around the stick until they went stiff. Then, abruptly, she pulled hard, turning the nose away from the storm front. Gasps erupted in the cabin. Waitthis isnt the right heading! one rescuer shouted. Where are you going? Caelum asked, confusioncing his tone. Auroras voice was firm, but her eyes betrayed her fear. Freyas already gone in. Let her save them if she wishes. It was her mission from the start. We need not throw our lives into a storm that isnt ours. Caelum stared at her, struck silent. It did not align with memory. Once, she had leapt into a flooded river to save him. Once, she had run into wildfire on the border to drag strangers out. That woman had seemed fearless, burning with the instinct to protect. But now? Now she turned away, His chest tightened with unease, as if some truth he had long trusted about her had fractured in the storm. But why? Caelums voice was quiet, rough. Once, you risked your life for me. For strangers. You never hesitated. Why wont you take the same risk now? Ascension 183 Finished Third Persons POV The storm winds wed at the rotors of the Bluemoon Airborne Wing helicopter, snarling like wild wolves across the Ashbourne coast. Auroras face tightened as the craft pitched, her knuckles white against the cyclic. Every gust rattled her bones, reminding her that no de, no borrowed glory, was worth the cost of her own life. Why should she risk herself for strangers? Yet Caclums voice broke through the howl of the gale, questioning her resolve. His eyesCsilver, steadyCsearched her face. for an answer. Aurora forced her lips into a tremulous smile, the fear in her chest twisting into something else entirely. Because I have someone more important to protect now, she dered. Caelum blinked, momentarily caught off guard. What? She didnt hesitate. Not even with the rescue team listening. You, Caelum. I care about you more than anything. If you Jwerent here, Id fly straight into that storm without fear. But with you on this aircraft, I cant take the risk. Freya has already gone ahead. Let her handle the rescue. If she fails, Ill see you safely off this craft before I take the risk myself. The words struck him like a physical blow. His chest tightened, not with pride but with guilt. Im sorry, Aurora. I shouldnt have doubted you. I- She cut him off with a quick shake of her head. It doesnt matter, Caelum. As long as you dont doubt my feelings for you. In the cramped cabin, the rescuers exchanged silent nces. One rolled his eyes skyward, the gesture sharp with disdain. This had been Auroras n from the beginning: demand to be part of the mission, insist on bringing along Caelum despite his bandaged arm and recent injuries, and nowCuse him as an excuse to retreat. The irony was bitter. She had turned a rescue into a farce. To the rescuers, Auroras motives were transparent: fear. She wasnt skilled enough to face the winds, and rather than admit it, she cloaked herself in the excuse of love. Worse still, Calum seemed moved, his features softened as though he believed her every word. The lead rescuers lip curled, though he bit back his contempt. Instead, he toggled his WolfComm headset, linking directly to Freya Thornes aircraft How are conditions on your side? he asked. A voice crackled through, steadier than the winds around them. Weve reached the site. Preparing to extract the trapped crew, Understood. Wishing you sess. The channel clicked dead. In the sudden silence, the rescuer turned his sharp gaze on Aurora. Since you care so much for your passenger, perhaps it would be wiser to return to base. If Freyas team falters, and you waste precious time circling or retreating, youll arrive toote to save anyone. Dead wolves cant be rescued by cowards. Auroras lips parted, but no words came. The insult cut deep, but she could not argue. Back in Stormveil territory, the night broke open with the rhythmic thunder of rotor des. Freyas helicopter swept down onto the rooftopnding pad of the Thorne corporate tower, its sleek frame streaked with seaCsalt and storm water. Medical teams were already waiting, their stretchers lined like soldiers ready for war. As the rescued men were unloaded, healers and medics descended upon them, checking vitals, binding wounds, and rushing them toward waiting ambnces. Relief rippled across the rooftop like a breath of fresh air after drowning. Freya exhaled, the weight of the mission finally casing from her shoulders. Her boots touched the concrete, and for the first time since the storm had swallowed her, she allowed herself to believe: they were safe. And then arms wrapped around her. Strong, desperate, unyielding. 172 3.02 PM I Finished The familiar scent of iron and cedar enveloped her, her wolf rxing instinctively into the embrace. Ss pulled her against him as if he would never let her go. His hands locked at her waist and back, his face buried in the curve of her neck. Youre safe, he rasped, his voice hoarse with strain. Moon above, youre safe. The sound of itCthe raw reliefCsent a tremor through her chest. She lifted her hand, fingers sliding through his dark hair, grounding him, soothing the storm still raging inside him. They had been apart barely more than an hour, and yet his embrace felt like that of a wolf reunited after seasons of separation. Yes, she whispered with a soft, tired smile. I came back safe. He held her tighter, as though sheer strength could anchor her to him forever. His heartbeat thundered against her ribs, not from battle, but from fear that he might have lost her. On the fringe of the rooftop, Jocelyn Thornes eyes gleamed with envy, her jaw clenched so tight her teeth threatened to crack. The sight of Sss devotion tore at her insides, feeding the venom of jealousy until it burned her veins. Not far from her, Caelum stood frozen. His gaze lingered on FreyaCnot the Freya in Sss arms, but the one in his mind. The woman who had flown into the storm without hesitation, who had once thrown herself into the sea to rescue a child that was not her own. The image shed violently with the truth he thought he knew. Because hadnt the records shown Aurora had been the one to save him years ago from drowning? Hadnt the reports named her, supported by witnesses? Yet when he saw Freya brace herself against the fury of the gale, risking her life for strangers, the doubt whispered: What if? He shook his head, forcing the thought away, as if his own heart had betrayed him. It couldnt be. It mustnt be. Still, his gaze betrayed him. His eyes fell to Freyas handCthose slender fingers that now brushed tenderly through Sss hair. Once, those same fingers hadbed through his own locks in gentler times. But that touch no longer belonged to him. It belonged wholly to another. Caelum. Auroras voice broke through, tinged with jealousy she couldnt mask. Her hand caught his sleeve, her smile thin, her tone brittle. Lets go. Her heart seethed with humiliation. Freya had taken the risk, stolen the glory, and even managed to return wrapped in Sss arms. Auroras own retreat, her excuses, had earned her nothing but disdain from the rescuers and pity from Caelum. Tonight, she had lost everything she sought to prove. And she could not forgive it, Ascension 184 Freyas POV Finished I hadnt expected anyone to disturb me tonight. After the mission, after the storm winds and the adrenaline of flying into danger, I thought the silence of my quarters in the Stormveilpound would finally settle my nerves. I had just extinguished thestntern glow when the door creaked open and a shadow stepped through. Ss. The Alpha of the Irond Coalition carried himself with that same gravity he wore on the battlefield, but tonight, something in his posture was unsettledClike a wolf pacing too long inside a cage. His silver eyes caught mine, and for a heartbeat, I forgot to breathe. Is something wrong? I asked, voice low.. He hesitated only a moment before answering, I cant sleep. I tilted my head. Cant sleep? Thats not like you. His jaw flexed. Eyery time I close my eyes, I see you in that storm, your chopper tilting against the gale. You vanished into the clouds, and all I could think was what if I never saw you again? His voice was quieter than I had ever heard it, the steel stripped away, leaving only raw honesty. I folded my arms, though my wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin. Ss Whitmor wasnt a man who admitted weakness. That he said this to me was dangerous You knew I would be fine. Ive flown worse. I know your skill, he said, gaze dropping for a fraction, but knowing doesnt stop the fear. Not when its you. Something in my chest tightened. I wanted to tell him I understood, but that wouldve been too much. Too close. So instead, I arched a brow. So what? You want me to tell you a bedtime story? His lips curved, faint but real. Im not a child. Then what is it you want, Ss? His eyes locked onto mine, fierce and unyielding even in their vulnerability. I want to sleep here. With you. My heart stumbled. Sleep? My mind tripped over the word, wondering which meaning he intended. My wolf pricked her ears, curious, tempted. You mean in my bed? He stepped closer, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from him. Yes. Tonight I cant rest alone. Im afraid Afraid? I echoed. Fear was not a word that belonged to him. Not Ss Whitmor, who had stared down armies without blinking. Afraid Ill wake and find you gone, he murmured, almost to himself. Afraid that fate will take you from me the way its taken everything else. I thought of the storm, of his expression when I returned, the way his arms had crushed me to him as if to anchor me in his world. But I dide back, I said softly. Im right here. That doesnt erase the fear. The aftershock lingers. His voice broke in ces he tried to mask. Then, more firmly, Let me stay. I swear, Freya, I wont touch you without your consent. I just need to be near. His eyes were wolf eyes then, glowing faintly in the dim lightCpleading, restless, full of a loneliness so sharp I almost flinched. The refusal bnced on my tongue, but I couldnt push it out. Not when I saw him like this. After a long silence, I exhaled. Fine. Stay. But just sleep. Relief flickered across his face, softening that usually untouchable exterior. He followed me to the bed, and when hey down beside me, the mattress dipped under his weight, the space suddenly far too small. His scentCa mixture of pine, iron, and the faint burn of steel forgeCsurrounded me, making it hard to think clearly. 3:02 PM P P Finished I shifted, leaning across him to tug the nket from his side. But before I could pull it free, his hand shot out, wrapping firmly around my wrist. My pulse skipped. Ss? His voice was husky, almost teasing but underpinned with heat. I promised not to touch you without permission. But what about you, Freya? Youve got me pinned here dont you want to do something? My eyes widened. I hadnt realized until that moment howpromising the position lookedCme braced above him, one hand supporting myself by his shoulder, the other stretched across his chest as I reached for the nket. My body half- draped over his, his face so close I could feel the whisper of his breath against my cheek. He tilted his head slightly, exposing his throat in the smallest, most dangerous invitation a wolf could give. His lips parted, words flowing like smoke. Tell me you dont want to. I should have pulled away. I should have snapped at him for being reckless. Instead, curiosity sparked. I let my fingers trail from his corbone upward, brushing the corded muscle of his neck until they lingered at the sharp rise of his Adams apple. He swallowed under my touch, his throat moving against my fingertips. To my shock, color rose at the edges of his ears, a flush betraying theposure of the Irond Alpha. You I murmured, eyes narrowing. Ss Whitmor, are you actually blushing? His lips twitched, but his voice was low, rough, and entirely sincere. Freya, whatever you do to me, Ill ept. Anything. Id let you mark me,mand me, break meCjust so I could feel you want me as much as I want you. The air between us thickened, humming with a tension that was more dangerous than any battlefield. His usual icy demeanor had melted into something raw, unguarded, vulnerable. And gods help me, it drew me in. For the first time, I realized how much power I held over him. Ss WhitmorCAlpha of an empire forged in iron and fire- beneath me willingly, offering not dominance, but surrender. And the wild, dangerous part of my wolf wanted to take it. Send Gifts Ascension 185 Sss POV u Finished I never thought one look from a woman could undo me, but when Freya leaned over me that night, her wolfCbright eyes locked on mine, I was stripped of every defense. Her gaze clung to me as if she couldnt pull away, and I prayed she wouldnt. Myshes trembled with the force of holding myself back, but then I let them lift, revealing the truth I usually buried deep. Freya, my voice rasped, raw and hungry, do you want to do something to me? My lips were parted, slick with the heat of breath I couldnt control. I knew what I was asking. I knew how desperate it sounded. But the craving burned too deep to mask. And then her head dipped. Her mouth pressed to mine, firm and sudden, stealing every thought I had. My wolf roared inside me, demanding more, demanding her. I closed my eyes and kissed her back, careful but fervent, as if one wrong move might scare her away. My lips begged hers to stay, to give me more, to im me as surely as my soul longed to im her. When the kiss broke, I was trembling with want. Her taste lingered, sweet and sharp, and my chest ached for more. But she only pulled the nket up, ttening it over both of us as shey down beside me, her breathing uneven but determinedly calm. Thats it? I blurted, staring at her profile in the dark. My wolf wed at me, furious that she had stopped. Just one kiss? Nothing more? Did she not feel itthe pull, the bond wing between us? Was I not enough to rouse her hunger the way she ignited mine? Am I not attractive to you? The words spilled before I could choke them back. Or did I do something wrong? For the first time in my life, I felt like some nervous pup, unworthy of her me. My heart hammered, uncertain, raw. She turned, eyes steady, voice low. No, Ss. Youre incredibly attractive. You did nothing wrong. Then whyCwhy stop when she had me burning alive? Then why didnt you continue? I pressed, desperate. Her gaze sharpened, and gods help me, it made me feel like the supplicant I was. Because it wouldnt be fair to you. 1 froze. What do you mean? I like you, she said bluntly. No hesitation, no game. But I dont know if I love you. And until I know that I wont let it be only about desire. The words struck me harder than any de ever had. SheCso fearless, so principledCwas holding back not because she didnt want me, but because she refused to take what wasnt bound by love. Only when she loved would she truly im me. And ICSs Whitmor, Alpha of the Irond Coalition, hardened by blood and warCfound myself nodding, nearly breaking under the force of her honesty. Ill wait, I whispered, lifting her hand and pressing my lips to her palm. Her skin burned against my mouth, and I lingered there, breathing her in. Freya, Ill wait until the day you love me. No matter how long. Ill do anything. She stilled, her breath hitching. I felt her pulse quicken under my lips, and it lit hope in my chest like fire. That night, I didnt let go of her hand. Not once. I held it until my wolf finally eased, until sleep dragged me under, though I knew shey awake, restless with thoughts of me. 3:03 PM P Finished Dawn found me restless again. I rose before her, unable to banish the ache in my chest, and took refuge in the washroom. The shower scalded my back, but the heat never erased the scars etched there. I had just reached for my robe when the door opened. She stepped in. Freya froze when she realized I was halfCnaked, droplets tracing down my hair and spine. She turned sharply, reaching for the door. SorryCI didnt know anyone was in here- Ugly, isnt it? My voice cut out of me before I could stop it. Her steps faltered. What? The scars, I said tly, still facing away. I could feel them burning under her stare, the ridges of pain carved into my flesh years ago. Theyre hideous, arent they? I didnt reach for the robe. I let her see. Thesh marks,yered and jagged, souvenirs of a childhood spent beneath cruelty. Even faded by time, they told the story too clearlyChow a boy had been beaten until the wolf inside him howled and bled. expected silence. Disgust. Maybe pity. Instead, her voice broke, raw and sharp. No. Not ugly. And thenCher hand touched me. I went rigid, breath caught in my throat as her fingers traced the scars, gentle where once there had been only pain. You dont think theyre ugly? My voice cracked, betraying me. She shook her head, firm. If scars are ugly, then Im ugly too. I have plenty of my own from missions. Would you call me hideous? Of course not! I turned halfway, meeting her eyes. Then neither are yours, she said fiercely. Whats ugly is the one who gave them to you. These scars dont make me recoil, Ss. They make me want to heal you. Her words tore me open. And thenCher lips pressed against my back. I stiffened, every muscle tight, my wolf howling with the shock of it. Warmth spread through the ruined flesh, through my blood, through my very soul. She was kissing the ces I hated most branding them with tenderness I never thought I deserved In the mirror above the basin, I saw herCFreya Thorne, fierce, proud, unyieldingCkneeling against my back, her mouth soft against the scars. My throat closed. I had fought battles that shattered mountains, but this undid me. And yetCgods forgive meI was a coward even now. Because while her kisses seared away my shame, another thought coiled in my chest. That I was using herpassion, her instinct to nurture, as a chain to bind her to me. I wanted her to love me. So badly Id take even her pity and twist it into something more. If she knew that, would she still look at me the same way? Freya, I whispered, voiceCbreaking as my wolf pressed against the edges of my skin. I But the words failed. Because what I really wanted to say was I need you to love me, and Ill bleed, burn, crawl through ash until you And I didnt know if that was devotionCor something darker. Ascension 186 Freyas POV Finished Ss caught my hands before I could pull away. His grip wasnt rough, but there was a tremor of urgency beneath it. When he turned to face me, his dark eyes gleamed with a rare, unguarded light. If you dont despise me for what I am me than anyone else ever has. Promise me that. wzed to face me, his dark eyes gleamed wear it, Freya. Dont just say youll ept me. Prove it. Be beker to a For a heartbeat, I just stared at him. The Irond Coalitions Alpha, the man who carried scars on his back like a map of suffering, looked at me now like a wounded pup begging not to be abandoned. I almostughed at the absurdity of it, but instead a helpless smile tugged at my lips. All right, I said softly, squeezing his hands. Ill treat you better. The words seemed to undo something inside him. His control, always taut as a drawn bow, snapped. He hauled me against his chest, one arm mping around my waist like steel, and his mouth crashed down on mine. His lips were cold at first, cautious, as though even kissing me might break some sacred trust. But when I didnt pull away- when I tilted my head and pressed backChe deepened the kiss with a hunger that stole my breath. His restraint burned away, leaving behind raw need. By the time we stumbled out of the bathroom, my cheeks were zing, and my lips were swollen and red. Even the hollow of my throat bore the evidence of his fervorCsmall marks that throbbed faintly against my pulse. My wolf stirred uneasily inside me, whispering that his im was dangerous, intoxicating, and far too easy to ept. Ss, on the other hand, looked utterly unbothered. His breathing was steady, his face calm, his body loose with confidence. I couldnt help ring at him. Why are you looking at me like that? I asked, as he casually began dressing right in front of
  1. me.
He smirked, never breaking eye contact. Because youre staring at me as though youve discovered something. Im staring because youre too damn calm, I retorted. Like what just happened was normal for you. Hisugh was low and warm, rumbling in his chest. Then, without warning, he caught my hand and pressed it against his chestCright over his heart. Does that feel calm to you? he whispered. Under my palm, his hearth dammed against his ribs, fast and frantic, as though my presence alone had set ame. his blood Freya to you, maybe it was just a kiss. But to me? Youre the first woman Ive ever truly wanted. The first Ive kissed, the first Ivein beside without shame. Youre not just the firstCyoull be thest. I froze, my eyes widening. My brain tripped over his words, stumbling to catch up. You what? You cant possibly mean- But I thought back to our first kiss. How clumsy hed been, how stiff and untested. It wasnt my imaginationChe really had been awkward, inexperienced. Ss, heir of the Whitmore line, had given his first kiss to me. The revtion rattled me so badly that for the next several days, I kept reying it in my mind. How was it possible that someone like him powerful, feared, coldCcould still be unimed, untouched? Yet if he was a student, he was a quick learner. Each time he stole a kiss in passing, his lips moved with more confidence, pore insistence, until it was my turn to be breathless and off bnce. And I didnt push him away. The truth was, I liked it. More than liked it. The pull between us was undeniable. And besides wasnt he my chosen mate? At night, the lines between restraint and surrender blurred further. After that first night together, he never asked againhe simply appeared at my door, slipping into my room like it was his right. At first, I wanted to refuse. To remind him that we werent there yet, that I wasnt sure if my feelings for him were strong enough to withstand the storm of his world. 3:03 PM P Finished But then hed look at me with those haunted eyes, or worse, hed smile with that wicked, knowing curve of his mouth, and I caved. I let him in. Again and again. And yet for all his power and hunger, he never crossed the line. His hand would brush along my skin, teasing, daring me to ask for more, but when I didnt, hed simply hold my hand as sleep dragged us under. My wolf understood the unspoken vow in that gestureCUntil she asks, I wont take. It bothforted me and drove me insane. Meanwhile, the human world spun on outside our cocoon. The incident with the Consortiums trapped workers had spread like wildfire across everywork. Footage of the rescue efforts went viral, sparking debates across the packs. For once, the press didnt nder usCthey praised us. Praised the Coalition, praised Whitmor, praised the Stormveil branch that had joined the mission. Everywhere I looked,mentary hailed our speed, our cooperation, our unity. One night, as I sat on the edge of Sss bed scrolling through WolfComm, my screen lit with an unfamiliar number. Hello? I answered cautiously. Miss Freya Thorne? A womans voice, polished and professional, greeted me. This is with Halston Broadcast. Were producing a feature on the recent rescue efforts, and wed like to invite you onto our program. I almostughed. Sorry, but I dont do talk shows. Not my thing. Please, reconsider, the woman pressed. Every other participant has already agreed, and we want the full story. Aurora, for instance, has confirmed her attendance. You flew beside her that day, didnt you? Aurora. The name soured on my tongue. My wolf bristled instantly, hackles rising. That Betas daughterCnewly minted pilot of the Bluemoon Airborne WingChad the audacity to stand in front of cameras and bask in glory that didnt belong to her? My fingers tightened around the phone. Fine. Ille. Wonderful, the producer gushed. I hung up before she could say more, my pulse already quickening. If Aurora thought she could twist that rescue into her. story, she was about to learn the hard way that Freya Thorne didnt sit quietly while others stole her packs honor. And this time, I wouldnt be fighting with guns or ws. Id be fighting with truth, Ss shifted beside me, ncing at the tension in my face. His hand slid over mine, grounding me, his wolf brushing against mine in quiet support Another battle? he asked softly. I smiled, sharp and humorless. Yes. And I intend to win. Send Gifts Ascension 187 Sss POV Finished I could smell her frustration before she said a word. Freyas wolf bristled, her irritation rolling off her like heatwaves. She hated Aurora with the kind of cold, cutting fury that could peel flesh from bone. I leaned closer, tilting my head as I studied her. If you dont like her, I can end this for you. One word, Freya, and Aurora disappears from the game. Aurora was just the Betas daughter from the Bluemoon Pack, and even with her shiny new badge as a pilot in the Airborne. Wing, she was nothingpared to me. I could crush her future with a flick of my fingers. But Freyas eyes narrowed, ring that dangerous amber glow that made my wolf sit up inside me. No. The ones I want to deal withCIll deal with myself. Aurora doesnt deserve your hand in this. Her words curled like smoke inside me. Pride. Defiance. She didnt need me to fight her battles. And still I would tear down the sky for her if she asked. Fine; Fine, I said, lowering my voice, letting a note of promise slide in. But when you need me, you ask. Whatever it is, Ill make it happen. She gave me a brief lookChalf grateful, half stubbornCand the matter was closed. For now. The day of the broadcast came too quickly. I apanied Freya to the Halston Broadcast studios, ignoring the whispers of staff that rippled the moment I stepped through the doors. Wolves and humans alike froze when they saw me walking into a television station like it was enemy territory. None of them expected me to show. And they sure as hell didnt expect me to sit down among the mortals like just another face in the crowd. One brave staffer finally found her tongue. Mr. Whitmor, are you here as a guest? I arched a brow, letting the weight of my presence bear down just enough for her to sweat. No. Ill sit in the audience. The girl nearly choked on her own tongue. Audience? Theyd probably never let an Alpha of my stature in the front doors without a camera pointed at his face. Now I was choosing to be background furniture. I could see the gleam in her eyes- visions of ratings and headlines already shing in her skull.. Good. Let them salivate. Inside the studio, Aurora was already perched on one of the couches, all painted smiles and false sweetness. When Freya entered, Auroras expression cracked, revealing the snarl underneath before she smoothed it back into a smirk. Well, look who finally decided to bask in the spotlight, Aurora sneered. I thought you were too noble to seek attention. Turns out, you just wanted your moment under the lights like the rest of us. Freyas reply was sharp as a fang. At least I saved lives, Aurora, Funny, I cant recall a single soul you managed to pull from the wreckage. So tell me, why are you even here? Aurora flushed, then pasted on a brittle smile. You should be grateful I didnt swoop in. My aircraft was right behind yours. If youd failed, I wouldve stepped in. I was praying youd seed, Freya. Truly My ws itched to tear the smugness off her face. Freya tilted her head, her voice dripping venom. Ah. So the helicopter frozen in the sky that dayCthat was you. I thought it was a rookie afraid of the wind currents. My mistake. Auroras face went crimson. And then, of course, Caelum Grafton had to open his damned mouth. Thats unfair, Freya. Aurora was monitoring conditions. If you hadnt been able toplete the rescue, she wouldve taken over. My lip curled. Typical Silverfang arrogance, rushing to defend the Bluemoon darling. Freya didnt even waste real anger on himCjust a cold, cuttingugh. Believe her if you want, Caelum. You always did. 3:00 PM Finished The host intervened with a cheerful p of hands, pretending not to feel the charged dominance filling the room. All right, lets get ready for recording. I leaned toward Freya, my voice low. Ill head to the audience. She nodded once, trusting me without question. And that small gestureCit sank deeper than she knew. I took my seat in the front row. Caelum slid in nearby, his scent souring the air. My wolf snarled inside me, but I leashed it. This wasnt the battlefieldCyet. The program started, the hostunching into their rehearsed lines about bravery, teamwork, sacrifice. The cameras panned across the participants, then turned exactly where I knew they wouldCstraight to me. And Caelum, though he was little more than a side note in the lens. The big screen filled with my image. I saw the shock ripple across the audience. Most of them didnt even know my name, but they knew power when they saw it. They knew a predator when one sat among them. The host turned sly, grinning. Both of our pilots brought guests today. Gentlemen in the frontCmay we ask who you are to them? The trap was sex. They wanted the reveal, the headline, the spark to send their ratings skyChigh. Before I could open my mouth, Freya beat me to it. Hes my boyfriend, she said, calm, unapologetic. For a second, I thought Id misheard her. But the word rang clear, echoing through the studio like a battle horn. Boyfriend. imed. Mine. My wolf roared in triumph inside me, its tailshing, teeth bared in savage satisfaction. My lips pulled into a smile I couldnt restrain, sharp and bright. On the screen above us, I watched my own face shift Alphaposure cracking into something warmer, something unguarded. My eyes gleamed, my mouth curved. And gods, I didnt care who saw. Shed given me a ce at her side. Publicly. Before the packs, before the world. Not as a weapon. Not as a Coalition Alpha. But as her male. For the first time in years, I felt like I could breathe. The host gawked, then quickly covered it with professional delight, already imagining the storm this revtion would cause. Ratings, headlines, spectionCthey could have their feeding frenzy. All I cared about was the fire in Freyas eyes when she said it. And the fact that for the first time in her life, shed let the world see me standing at her side. Send Gifts 312 Ascension 188 Freyas POV * Finished The moment the host leaned toward me, voice brimming with excitement, I knew exactly where his thoughts were heading. So, he said, eyes bright, how did the two of you meet, and what made you decide to be together? Could you share a little with us? Heat brushed my cheeks, but I forced myself to remainposed. This wasnt supposed to be about me, not tonight. This stage was for the rescue mission, not for prying into my private life. Tonights interview, I said evenly, isnt meant to be about me personally. It wouldnt be fitting to go into that here. I saw his expression flicker with faint disappointment, but the man recovered quickly, shifting his attention toward the woman sitting opposite me. Aurora. The Bluemoon Betas daughter lounged on the studio sofa as though it were her rightful throne. Her sleek uniform had been tailored to perfection, the gleam of her flight insignia catching in the lights. Id thought perhaps she would y coy. Instead, her lips curved with a calcted smile. Then perhaps we should ask you, Miss Aurora, the host continued. The gentleman who apanied you hereCyour /friend? Her chin lifted an inch higher, pride burning in her eyes as she gestured toward the front row. Hes not just a friend. He is the founder and Alpha of SilverTech Forgeworks and my fianc, Caelum Grafton. The words hit the room like a thunderp. I wasnt the only one stunned into silence. Caelum himself, the man who had always carried himself with an untouchable certaintyCstared at her, his face draining of color. The cameras didnt miss it. They captured every twitch of his jaw, every unguarded second of his shock. My brows drew together. Caelum Grafton, Auroras fianc? Since when? The host, thrilled by the drama, seized upon the im. So Miss Aurora arrives with her fianc! I heard during the rescue mission he boarded your aircraft as well. He must have cared deeply, fearing for your safety. Yes, Aurora replied smoothly, tilting her head toward him with an expression of tender adoration that was anything but genuine. Caelum loves me very much. Isnt that right, Caelum? All eyes turned on him. I caught it in his gaze that flicker of doubt, of unease. He hadnt been prepared for this. Aurora had thrust him into a corner with nowhere to run. For an Alpha, he looked uncharacteristically small. Yes His voice was low, strained. I love you. A tight smile pulled at Auroras mouth. Triumph. She could already see the headlines. Once the episode aired, once her words were broadcast to every pack in the region, her im would be truth. Caelum would be bound to her. A public engagement couldnt be undone without disgrace, not for an Alpha. I didnt understand. Caelum had always seemed to carry Aurora in his heart, like some treasured ideal. She was his white moon, the legend whispered. And yet, the hollow look in his eyes told a different storyCthat he was already regretting her Chains. None of it was my concern. Not anymore. The host, oblivious to the tension cutting through the room, pushed the interview forward. Lets move to the real matter. Can the two of youCour heroic pilotsCtell us what went through your mind when you heard lives were in danger? Did the 1/2. Finished risks ever make you hesitate? Aurora leaned forward, seizing the moment. Hesitate? Never. Her voice rang with righteous conviction. When lives are at stake, when fate demands courage, it is our duty to act. How could I possibly shrink away? The audience erupted into apuse. Some even rose to their feet, pping fervently as the host looked on with open admiration. you were Remarkable. Truly admirable. Miss Aurora, you are not only the Bluemoon Airborne Wings new pilot, but I hear also part of the border fire rescue five years ago. A hero then, a hero now! Lets give her another round of apuse. The ovation swelled again, thundering in my ears. Aurorasshes fluttered as though she were soaking in the adoration like sunlight. My stomach soured. I remembered that border fire. I remembered who had bled and who had burned. And I remembered who hadnt been there. The host turned atst to me. And you, Miss Thorne? How did you feel in that moment, knowing the task was dangerous? Did fear ever touch you? My lips curved in a humorless smile. At that moment, I only thought of one thingCthat lives were on the line. The world doesnt revolve around Aurora. Pilots arent so rare a breed that she should set conditions. She tried to use trapped civilians as bargaining chips, and I refused to allow it. So I flew. A sharp silence fell. The hosts eyes widened. What? Aurora shot to her feet, fury staining her cheeks crimson. Freya, how dare you! Thats a lie, a filthy nder! Her aura red, BetaCborn power sparking against mine. But I held her gaze, cold and unyielding, and slowly drew WolfComm from my pocket. I tapped the screen, and the studio filled with sound. I leaned back in my chair, arms crossed over my chest, and let the truth hang heavy in the air. Let them see her for what she was. Send Gifts Ascension 189 Freyas POV The audio yed loud enough to strip the air from the room. Finished Freya, arent you a retired soldier? Dont you always like to parade your soCcalled kindness? Well, Im giving you a chance to prove it now. Auroras voiceCsharp, maniptive, dripping with venomCechoed through the studio. The audiences gasps fell into silence. A silence so thick I could hear the hum of the cameras capturing every second. Auroras face turned a blotchy red, herposure cracking like thin ss under a wolfs w. With a strangled sound, she lunged across the narrow space between us, fingers outstretched to snatch the WolfComm from my hand. I blocked her with my free arm, my stance instinctiveCmilitary and wolfCborn. She wasnt taking anything from me. The recording continued, merciless. As long as you apologize to me, and Im satisfied, then of course Ill pilot the helicopter. But if you dont if my mood sours, and my hands slip while flying, wellCwho knows what might happen? If those Bloodmoon employees trapped out there die because of dyed rescue, itll be on you. By the time thest word fell, the crowd was staring at her like she was a creature dragged from the shadows of the wilds- something foul and unrecognizable. This was the Bluemoon Packs hero? Aurora stumbled back, her face drained of all color. NCno. Thats not real! Its fabricated! She forced a shrillugh that only made her look more desperate. I didnt use trapped civilians as leverage. I only I only wanted an apology because Freya had smeared my name before. I rose slowly, holding the WolfComm loosely at my side, my eyes locking on hers. Cold. Unforgiving. And what exactly did I smear you with, Aurora? Do you have proof of these usations? If you dont, then perhaps I should say youre smearing me right now. Her lips twisted into a snarl, but her words faltered. The audience watched, rapt. No one missed the dominance tugCofCwar between us. Youve got plenty of ways to hide evidence! she hissed. That doesnt erase the fact that I flew to save lives! Myugh was low, sharp as a des edge. Flew? Your craft never reached the rescue site. Her spine stiffened, jaw jutting. I was observing the situation! If your side failed, I was ready to intervene. You meanCif my side seeded, you were ready to swoop in and im the glory. My words struck like ws, raking deep. Auroras nostrils red.] And then, from the rows of seated rescuers, a voice cut through the tension like lightning splitting the sky. Thats not what you said on the aircraft. Every head turned. One of the men whod been on Auroras chopper stood, face set with grim resolve. I remember it clear. You said you wouldnt risk advancing because your fianc was on board. That if Freyas craft encountered trouble, youdnd first in a safe zone, drop Caelum Grafton, then maybeCmaybeCyoud continue. The studio detonated in noise. Shocked cries, gasps, curses. Auroras face nched as though her very blood had been drained away. 12 Finished The host, ever the vulture circling chaos, pounced. Miss Aurora your fianc boarded with you, yes? But isnt the point of such a mission to save those in danger? Why would you prioritize dropping him off first? Isnt that risking lives unnecessarily? Auroras throat bobbed. She forced a brittle smile. HeChe was there to help! To support the mission. I turned my gaze toward Caelum Grafton, seated stiffly under the spotlight of the entire hall. His hand was bandaged still, the lingering reminder of wounds taken in the chaos. He didnt move, didnt deny, didnt confirmCjust sat there like a wolf with his paw caught in an iron trap. The host pressed harder. Then why the hesitation? Why not fly straight in? Were you more concerned with protecting your fianc than those waiting for rescue? The whispers from the crowd sharpened into outright usations. She never meant to fly in. She brought him on board just to parade him around. UnbelievableCusing hostages as bargaining chips, now this?! Aurora trembled under their scrutiny, her aura copsing in on itself. BetaCblood or not, she was prey before the pack now. The rescuer who had spoken first didnt stop. His voice grew harder, louder. Truth is, I dont think she ever intended to save anyone. That helicopter never moved closer, not once. She sat back, making excuses, and waited. I asked myself that day if she was here to rescue, or to make sure her image stayed untarnished. Today, after hearing that recording? I dont have to ask anymore. More voices rose in agreement, the other rescuers nodding, muttering their support. Some even called out from their seats. If she cared so much for her fianc, she shouldnt have dragged him along. Heroes dont gamble with lives for their own pride. Shes not a savior. Shes a fraud. The swell of disdain rolled through the hall like a storm surge, impossible to stop. Auroras lips worked soundlessly. She raised a trembling hand, pointing at the rescuer. YouCyouve been bribed by Freya. How much did she pay you to say this? The mans gaze was steady, unyielding as an Alphas vow. I wasnt paid anything. I speak what I saw, what I heard. Id swear it before any Elder Council. This is the truth. Others nodded again, murmuring, their conviction forming a wall no lie could breach. Aurora wilted before it, her body rigid, herplexion the ashen hue of defeat. Send Gifts Ascension 190 Third Persons POV Finished Aurora staggered, her body trembling as though her legs could no longer carry the weight of the halls eyes. With a strangled sound, she covered her face and bolted toward the backstage exit. Aurora! Caelums voice rang out, sharp and frantic. The Alpha of the Silverfang Pack shot to his feet, his silver gaze zing, and hurried after her. On stage, Freya sat unmoving, her eyes cold as she watched them disappear through the doors. Her wolf pressed close to the surface, hungry tosh out, but she forced it down and turned back to the hall. The audience, the cameras, even the hostCall seemed caught in the tension. Then Freya leaned forward, her voice calm, steady, each syble edged with the authority of wolfCblooded truth. Tonight, the real heroes have already been named, she said. Her gaze swept over the audience, the ground rescue wolves scated among the crowd. It isnt those who make speeches. Its the ones who dive into me and rubble, risking their lives for strangers. Their courage is what we should honor. Their sacrifice is what we should learn from. The words struck like a vow spoken beneath the moon. Slowly, the murmurs softened. The host, seizing on the moment, guided the conversation back toward the nights program. Backstage, chaos festered. Aurora had copsed into the greenroom, her voice shrill with rage. Freya nned this! She wanted me humiliated in front of the packs! Caelum tried to soothe her, his tone low, steady. Dont worry. Ill handle it. The show is recorded, not live. A few favors, the right priceCyour shame will never see daylight. Hope flickered across Auroras pale face, and she clutched his sleeve like a drowning wolf clinging to driftwood. You you can do that? Of course, Caelum said, arrogancecing every word. The Silverfang name opens doors. Trust me. Relief bled into her expressionCuntil her WolfComm vibrated. The voice on the other end was not Caelums. It was distorted, metallic, cruel. Murderer Aurora. Youre a murderer. Did you think your sins would stay buried? I have proof. Ill ce it where the whole hall can see. Then theyll know youre no hero. Auroras hands shook so violently she almost dropped the device. Who are you? I dont know what youre talking about! The voice only chuckled. It doesnt matter if you deny it. What matters is that soon, the world will know. Youre no savior. Youre bloodstained. The line went dead. Panic red inside her! If evidence truly existed if the crowd saw it her entire life would unravel. She stormed from the greenroom, desperate to stop it -and walked straight into shadow. A figure waited in the dim corridor, grotesque mask grinning with jagged red. The ironCwrapped bat swung without warning. The blow cracked against her skull. Aurora crumpled, a strangled cry escaping as the world tilted. Thest thing she saw before darkness imed her was that masks hollow eyes, staring into hers. Onstage, the program shifted into a recess. Freya finally exhaled, shoulders loosening when Ss appeared at her side. The Alpha of the Irond Coalition carried the storm in his stance, his presence grounding her like steel. 303Pup p u Finished Freya, he said quietly, his voice almost too low for the cameras still lingering nearby. When this airs, every pack will know were together. Are you certain you wont regret it? Freya turned her head toward him, studying his sharp features. His question was not politicalCit was personal, almost pleading. Regret? she echoed with a faintugh, edged like a de. What is there to regret? I chose you. Why would I hide it? Some of the tension bled from his shoulders, though not all. I thought you might prefer to keep it private. To protect yourself. To keep your options. Her lips curved, her gaze unwavering. Are you the one who dislikes the world knowing, Ss? Of course not. His reply was fierce, immediate. The opposite. I want every wolf in every pack to know you are mine. Especially him. There was no need to name Kade ckridge. The soldiers shadow lingered always at the edge of Sss gaze. The man who had once carried Freya from battlefield mes. Sss hand brushed her bandaged arm, fingers reverent. His lips ghosted over the cloth, eyes burning with a raw, unshakable im. I wont let distance, or rivals, or fate itself take you from me. You are mine, Freya. No matter how far you run. The vow hung between them, heavy as a brand beneath the moon. Freyas wolf bristled, not in defiance, but in recognition. He was staking his im, and a part of her wanted the world to see it. Ascension 191 Finished Third Persons POV The studio lights burned like moons overhead, bright and merciless. Freya felt every stare as though it were a w scraping across her skin. Her heart had already been unsteady when Ss leaned down, his lips grazing the sensitive curve of her ear, his voice pitched low enough to rattle through her bones. Freya, he murmured, the sound more growl than whisper, you made our bond public. I cant tell you how that makes me feel. Her breath caught. Heat raced up the side of her neck, her ears prickling beneath the scrutiny of dozens of curious gazes. The Alpha of the Irond Coalition had never been subtle, but this was something elseCiming her, here, before the eyes of the packs Before Freya could recover, the sharp, unrestrained scent of Silverfang fury cut through the air. Caelum Grafton shouldered past the startled crowd, his amber gaze zing like a wolf caught in bloodlust. His voice carried, harsh andmanding, echoing through the cavernous hall. Where did you take Aurora? Freya froze. What? The air shifted at once. Ss rose to his full height, his presence radiating a dangerous chill. His eyes, usually stormCgray, turned almost obsidian, a predators promise glinting within. Caelum stepped closer, jaw tight, but before he could close the distance, Sss hand shot out, barring his path. His ws had extended, just enough to sh in the light, just enough to make a point. You want the other hand broken too? Ss asked, voice pitched soft but lethal. The temperature in the room seemed to plummet. Caelum faltered for a breath, the memory of his past wound flickering across his face. His wolf bristled but forced him to retreat half a step. Still, his gaze cut daggers toward Freya, as though she alone bore the weight of his rage. Youd better bring her back, Caelum snarled, his voice cracking with the edge of desperation. Auroras gone missing, and youre the only one who would dare- Freyas eyes shed, the Bloodmoon fire in her blood surging. I dont know what youre talking about. Ive been recording this entire time. I dont the gift of splitting myself in two. Her tone was sharp, edged with insult. Thats rich, Caelurn spat. He lifted a WolfComm, the sleek device glowing with the faint sheen of packCtech. Auroras phone. Found outside the rest chamber. But sheCshes gone. And thest call she received came from a strange number, one that goes dead every time I ring it. His chest heaved, his fury barely contained. Dont y innocent, Freya. We all know you despise her. Dont tell me you wouldnt hire someone to finish what you started. The hall buzzed, wolves shifting uneasily, the scent of suspicion thickening in the air. Freyas lips curled, the AlphaCborn daughter who had been scorned too long refusing to bow. Then take your suspicions to the enforcers. File yourints. But if you dare use me of abduction without proof, Ill make sure your precious SilverTech Forgeworks is dragged through the mud in the courts for defamation. Her voice rose, sharp as a de. And while were rifyingCwhat exactly do you believe I resent her for? The Alpha faltered. Freya pressed forward, her words tumbling out like ws raking across flesh. For being the mistress you paraded in broad daylight? For worming her way into a marriage vow you treated like a contract to shred? Or perhaps I should resent the fact that while you bought me a trinket of rusted steel for a wedding band, you were slipping Aurora jewels worth more than five million into her palm. The hall erupted in murmurs, heads snapping toward Caelum. Those who had known him as Silverfangs charismatic Alpha now stared with narrowed eyes. Betrayal, dishonor, infidelityCsuch things stank worse than rot among wolves. The once-uded savior of the packs suddenly looked like carrion. Finished Freyas voice cut cleanly through the chaos. No. I dont resent Aurora. She isnt worth the heat of that emotion. What I do is thank her. Because she tore away the veil from my eyes and showed me exactly what you were, Caelum. A man who never deserved three years of my loyalty. Caelums face twisted, his breath hissing like an animal cornered. Then who else would want her gone? Who else, if not you? His suspicion clung like tar, thick and suffocating. His gaze darted toward Ss, the implication hanging sharp between them. Everyone could see the thought forming: Freya wanted vengeance, Ss had the power to deliver it. Freyas expression iced over. Why dont you find out, Alpha? Call your patrols. Alert your enforcers. Perhaps theyll track her. better than your nose can. And then, as though summoned by the very gods, the halls massive screen flickered. The audience turned as one. The image changed from idle blue to the grainy feed of a hidden camera. A derelict space filled the frameCan abandoned factory, littered with rusted pipes and dust. Gasps rippled through the crowd as the figure on the floor came into focus. Aurora. Bound, gagged, her wings clipped by coarse rope. Her body jerked when a shadowed hand pped her awake. The sound cracked through the speakers, harsh and jarring. Aurora blinked, disoriented, then screamed. Who are you? Why am I here? Let me go! The camera shifted. The captor entered the frameCa lean male, his face hidden behind a crude mask. His voice slithered out, distorted and dripping venom. Who am I? The one here to bnce the scales. You think youre a hero? A savior? Youre nothing but a murderer cloaked in glory. The room stilled. Aurora struggled, shaking her head frantically. No! Im notCplease, youve made a mistake! The masked wolfughed, a chilling sound. Then, from a speaker offCscreen, a recording crackled to life. Dont dont go Aurora the extinguisher Im burningCplease-! A dying mans plea, raw and ragged, filled the hall. Every wolfs ears pinned back at the sound. Auroras eyes went wide, her skin nching until she looked like death itself. Freya stood frozen, her wolf straining against her ribs. Beside her, Sss growl thundered low, his aura wrapping around her like iron chains. Across the hall, Caelums face drained of blood, his fury cracking into something elseCfear. And the hall of wolves once skeptical, now boiled with unease. The soCcalled hero of the Bluemoon Airborne Wing was bound before their eyes, exposed by a phantom who imed to know her darkest sin. Ascension 192 Third Persons POV +20 Free Coins The entire hall of broadcast chamber had gone utterly still. Dozens of wolves-elders, pack members, and human stall alike-stared at the massive screen in disbelief. A supposed hero of the Bluemoon Airborne Wing, a figure the packs had praised for valor, was being revealed as something else entirely. A killer who had let another wolf burn alive. Gasps rippled through the crowd. Whispers sharpened into shocked growls. Could it be true? Had Aurora, the so-called savior, really stood by and watched another wolf die screaming? The scent of outrage began to fill the air-sharp, acrid, and dangerous. Questions rose like howls from every corner: Who had switched the broadcast feed? Who had control over the pack halls screens? And where, spirits above, were Aurora and her masked captor now? Caelum was the first to break free of the stunned silence. His Alpha aura mmed outward in a st of fury, rattling chairs and making younger wolves flinch back. His hand shot into his coat, pulling free his WolfComm. With a snarl that echoed across the chamber, he barked into the device, This is Alpha Grafton. Im reporting a kidnapping. An active hostage situation. Track the signal-now! The hall erupted further when, from the audience, a young wolf cried out, Moon above-its a live stream! That feeds not recorded-its broadcasting in real time! At once, dozens of wolves yanked out their WolfComms. Fingers flew, searching the underground. Within moments, snarls of confirmation broke out. Theyre right-this is live. Theres a channel. The bastards streaming it to anyone who can watch! Look at the viewer count. Thousands are piling in! Freya stood rigid, her gaze fixed on the masked figure on the screen. Her wolf prowled beneath her skin, hackles rising with unease. Something about that lean frame, the way the shadow moved-her instincts. wed at her mind. Recognition teased her, infuriatingly just out of reach. Her eyes narrowed. Beside her, Ss leaned close, his breath a low rumble against her ear. You recognize him, dont you? Freya shook her head once. Not fully. But his movements theyre familiar. Ive seen him somewhere before. Sss mouth curved into something cold and knowing. Then the rumors werent smoke after all. The message your journalist friend received at the orphanage-it was real. Someone has been warning of Auroras secret. Perhaps the same shadow decided it was time to expose her. 12:49 pm Pppp. +20 Free Coins Freyas pulse stuttered. She remembered it now-the orphanage event. A blur of a figure just beyond her sight, slipping into the edges of memory. The outline ovepped too perfectly with the man on the screen. Her lips pressed tight. She unlocked her own WolfComm with swift, precise movements, her mind racing as she pulled up searches, digging for threads she should have tugged on long ago. Meanwhile, on the screen, Aurora had gone pale beneath the harsh factory lights. Her eyes darted wildly, terror clouding her expression. Why she stammered, her voice breaking. Why do you have that recording? Who are you? The masked wolf chuckled, a sound as chilling as ws scraping stone. He pressed a button, and the hall filled once more with the hideous screams of a dying wolf. Dont-dont go! Aurora, help-fire, its burning me-ahhh! The voice was hoarse, drenched in agony. The sound of mes devouring flesh was all too clear, the stench of imagined smoke filling the minds of every wolf present. The cries stretched on, dragging ws across every listeners spine, until atst the wails cracked, withered, and went silent. The hall of Stormveil smelled of bile, dread, and cold sweat. Wolves shifted restlessly, ears pinned, eyes wide with horror. That voice-the wolf had called Auroras name. He had begged her for help. And he had burned alive without her lifting a w to stop it. No! Auroras shrill denial broke through the broadcast, her face twisting. No, thats false! Its fabricated! Lies!* Her denial reeked of desperation. Her wolf, even through the grainy footage, seemed to shrink back, pressed into a corner. The masked wolf tilted his head. His voice oozed mockery. Fabricated? You mean to tell me you dont recognize the voice of your own mentor? The wolf who took you under his wing when you first joined Bluemoon Airborne? The one who fought to secure you a position, vouched for you again and again? He burned alive that day, screaming your name, and this is how you repay him? Auroras eyes went wider still. Her lips trembled, her breath hitching into short, panicked gasps. The masked wolf pressed on, his tone merciless. This isnt some trick. Run it through a voice match if you like. The truth will hold. That recording was captured on the bordends during the great fire. At that moment, your mentor was calling his son. His body ignited mid-call. The device fell, but it kept recording until he died Gasps echoed again through the chamber. Wolves muttered, horrified. Some bared their teeth outright, ring at the screen as though Aurora herself stood before them. Onscreen, Auroras entire body shook. N-no there must be a mistake. A misunderstanding She clung to the thought of Caelum. He had seen the broadcast. He would bring Silverfangs enforcers. He would save her. If she could just endure long enough-if she could stall until the packs broke through- she might still walk out alive. 12:49 pm P Ppp. +20 Free Coins Misunderstanding? The masked wolfsughter curdled the air. In a sh, his hand mped into Auroras hair, jerking her head back until her throat strained. His palm cracked across her face, once, twice, again and again. The sound of flesh meeting flesh thundered through the chamber. Wolves flinched, some growled. Blood blossomed across Auroras lips, her cheeks swelling, crimson dripping from the corner of her mouth. You dare speak of misunderstanding? the captor roared. Do you know what it was like for his son, listening helplessly on the line, hearing his father burn alive? Hearing him call your name, begging, while you stood by and did nothing? You had an extinguisher. You could have acted. But you chose not to! Aurora sobbed, shaking her head violently. No! I wasnt there-I was separated from him! I didnt even know he was calling me-he must have been hallucinating from the mes- But her words rang hollow, and the wolves of the hall knew it. Instincts never lied. And in that moment, Aurora smelled of fear, deceit, and cornered prey. The broadcast carried on, merciless, while the packs looked on in shock. And Freya, standing tall at Sss side, narrowed her eyes until they gleamed like a wolf catching the scent of prey. Somewhere deep inside, her instincts whispered the truth: this wasnt merely an exposure. It was the beginning of somethingrger, darker. And the packs would never look at Aurora the same way again. 12:49 pm P Ascension 193 Third Persons POV +20 Free Coins The moment the kidnappers hand released her hair, Aurora copsed to the ground with a hollow thud. Before she could draw a steady breath, the man hefted a white stic container and upended its contents across her body. A recking liquid sshed over her uniform and skin, soaking her instantly. Aurora shrieked, thrashing against the ropes that bound her wrists. No! Dont-what are you doing? The kidnappersugh was guttural, feral. Doing? Im giving you the same mercy you showed my father. Lets see if you hallucinate while you burn alive. He tipped another container, the pungent fumes stinging the air even through the live broadcast. In the studio, a horrified gasp rose from the audience. Spirits above-this isnt water. Its oil! Its fuel! Caelums chest constricted as his gaze locked on the massive screen. His wolf strained inside him, ready to tear down walls, but he was caged by distance and circumstance. His ws dug crescents into Auroras discarded WolfComm device in his hand. His voice, raw with anguish, tore from his throat. Why, Aurora? Why are you in this nightmare? But no amount of dominance, nomand from the Alpha of the Silverfang Pack, could alter what the cameras showed. All he could do was trust that the City Guard or his packs trackers would find her before it was toote. He turned suddenly, fury sparking, eyes zing like molten steel as they fell on Freya. This is your fault! His voice cracked like a whip across the hushed studio. If Aurora suffers even a scratch, if she burns alive -her blood is on your hands! Freyas amber eyes narrowed. Her wolf stirred, cold and indignant. On my hands? Her voice was low, dangerous. Caelum, have you lost your mind? You schemed against her! he roared, advancing, every step echoing with Alpha force. You set her up during the interview, yed that cursed recording to humiliate her. If not for you, she never would have stormed back to the resting chambers, never would have been caught alone. You drove her straight into a predators jaws! Freyas lips curved into a sharp, bitter smile. The audience flinched at the sound-it was not theugh of a frightened she-wolf but of one who had long learned to bleed without breaking. Youre still the same, Carlum. Always so eager to cast your guilt on others. If Aurora is your precious fiance, where were you? Why werent you at her side when she left? You-Caelum faltered, rage colliding with shame. His wolf snarled, but his human tongue stumbled. Dont twist this, Freya! If Aurora dies, I will never forgive you. He had barely finished before Ss moved. With a blur of motion, the Irond Alpha drove his boot squarely into Caelums chest. The Silverfang Alpha crashed to the ground, air bursting from his lungs. His right hand, still bandaged from hisst battle, buckled uselessly beneath him. He tried to rise with his left, but Ss was relentless. Another brutal kick struck him down, sending him sprawling again on the polished floor. You dare threaten Freya? Sss voice was thunder, his aura flooding the studio like a crushing tide. His 12:49 pm +20 Free Coins wolf bared its fangs through him, promising blood. Then hear me now, Caelum Grafton: if you so much as touch her, I will hunt you until one of us is ash and bone. The words rang out like a blood oath, a vow of eternal vendetta. Not until death. Beyond death. Gasps rippled through those who stood nearest the stage. Though the wider audience could not hear over the roar of the broadcast, every wolf close enough felt the oaths weight. The Irond Alpha had spoken, and his vow was poison and iron: Not even the grave will save you. Caelums eyes widened, shock battling with fear. The oath speared him through the gut, the venom of it lodging deep. His wolf trembled under the raw dominance, drenched in sweat though his body had barely moved. Freya stared at Ss, her chest tightening. She had known, of course-how could she not? Sss loyalty had always been obvious in the way his gaze lingered, in the battles he had fought at her side. But this? A vow like that was more than devotion. It was obsession. It was the kind of love wolves carved into their bones and bled with until theirst breath. For a heartbeat, warmth flooded her chest, unbidden, unsettling. Her wolf shifted, restless with recognition. If the room had been empty, if the pack eyes had not been burning into her back, she might have done something reckless-like answer that devotion with her lips. But the studio was not empty. And Caelum, bloodied but defiant, staggered upright once more. His re burned with desperation. Freya Thorne, he spat, youre nothing without Ss Whitmor shielding you. You hide behind him like a pup. If Aurora dies in mes, youll answer for it. Her innocence will weigh on your soul. Freya turned slowly, her voice cutting like ice. Innocent? She lifted her chin toward the screen, where Auroras soaked body trembled under the kidnappers hand. We dont yet know if she is truly innocent. She is! Caelum snapped. Aurora is kind, selfless. She risked herself for others. She would never let someone burn alive! His chest heaved with righteous fury, his words ringing with conviction. There must be a reason-something we dont understand! 42/2 12:49 pm PP PP Ascension 194 Third Persons POV Freyas lips curved into a cold, cutting smile. So thats it? she murmured with quiet derision. +20 Free Coins On the massive screen, Aurora trembled violently as the kidnappers voice snarled from the shadows. The momentary flicker of guilt that had crossed the Bluemoon she-wolfs face when the recording had first yed was proof enough. To wolves, instinct rarely lied. The recording was real. Aurora had let someone burn alive. But was the kidnapper truly intent on torching her body with the gasoline he had poured across her skin? Or did he have another purpose? The audience held its collective breath. Aurora writhed, her oil-soaked clothes clinging to her, her panicked screams spilling into the live feed. No, please dont do this! Tell me who sent you! I can pay you. Im Aurora, daughter of the Bluemoon Beta. My fianc is Caelum Grafton, Alpha of the Silverfangs. He is rich, powerfulhispany, SilverTech Forgeworks, just went public! Whatever you want, he can give it to you. Just name your price! The kidnapperughed-a hollow, jagged sound that reeked of grief and madness. Price? I dont want your money. You im your colleague only screamed your name because he was burning, delirious, hallucinating. Very well. Then Ill burn you too. Lets see if you hallucinate. With that, he lifted a lighter. Snap! A me bloomed, wicked and alive. Aurora shrieked again, body convulsing. The liquid soaking her clothes caught the light, a field of kindling ready to explode into inferno with the barest spark. Memories shed across her wide eyes: the co-pilot she had abandoned, writhing, engulfed, screaming her name until his throat tore apart. She had watched him burn alive. The smell of charred flesh, the sound of cracking bones-they surged back like a tide. Her terror reached a breaking point. Whats wrong? the kidnapper sneered. Even a murderer can still fear fire? Aurora shook her head violently, tears spilling. I Im not a killer. It wasnt me- Not you? The lighter inched closer, its heat brushing her skin. The mans voice grew darker, dripping with rage. You dare say you werent there? That you didnt stand by his side as he screamed for help? You let him burn. You left him to die in agony. 173 12:49 pm PPPP. +20 Free Coins No! No, it wasnt like that! Aurora broke, voice cracking. The mes-they were too strong. Even if I had grabbed the extinguisher, it wouldve been useless. I couldnt- The studio went utterly silent. Every wolf froze, hearing the confession for what it was. Aurora realized it toote; panic tightened her throat. A low, terribleugh filled the broadcast. So its true. You were right there. You could have saved him, and you chose not to. You stood still and watched him burn alive. Why, Aurora? Why? The kidnappers usations struck like ws. Aurora crumbled, sobbing, her pleas spilling like blood. I was scared! The fire was everywhere-I couldnt go near him. I didnt mean to, I just I couldnt. Please, forgive me! Please dont kill me! The live-stream chat detonated. Spirits damn her-she let her ownrade burn? She admitted it herself! She had an extinguisher within reach! Liar. She built her reputation as a hero, but shes a coward! Shes no savior-shes a fraud. She watched him die and then epted medals for it? Disgusting! Unseen in the studio, thousands of wolves across the packs spat curses at the screen. In the front row, Caelum felt the ground crumble beneath his feet. His wolf thrashed inside him, howling denial. The woman he had worshipedthe pilot he had painted in his mind as a fearless savior, the she- wolf who once pulled him from drowning waters with iron will-was unraveling before his eyes. She was not a hero. She was a coward who had chosen self-preservation while herrade burned to ash. No, Caelum whispered hoarsely, his face drained of color. No, this isnt true. Aurora wouldnt But her desperate pleas on the screen left no room for doubt. Every word was a dagger, carving through the trust he had built, through the devotion he had bled for her. The pack hall was silent, save for Auroras sobbing and the kidnappersughter. Then, with sudden finality, the feed cut to ck. Not system interference. The kidnapper had ended it himself. Freya narrowed her eyes. Something in her gut twisted-not sympathy, not pity, but a sharp awareness of the kidnappers intent. If his goal had been Auroras death, he would have struck already. No, he wanted the truthid bare, stripped before every eye in the Capital. Auroras survival was not the point. Her destruction in the court of public opinion was. Freya lowered her gaze to the WolfComm in her hand, scrolling through the fragments of intelligence she had gathered in thest twenty-four hours. Her instincts aligned, her wolf bristling with rity. The identity of the kidnapper was no longer a mystery. The man wasnt driven by coin or random vengeance, He was bound to the Iron Fang Recon Unit, to the ghost of the one Aurora had abandoned. 12:50 pm P PPP. +20 Free Coins Her lips tightened. So it was revenge-pure, unrelenting, the kind that fire alone could not quench. Around her, the Stormveil and Irond wolves muttered, their emotions sharp with anger and disbelief. Yet Freya stood still, her posture unyielding. While others drowned in outrage, she was already calcting the storm that would follow. Aurora had fallen from her pedestal. The packs had seen her true face. And Caelum Graftons desperate defense of his fiance had just shattered in front of them all. 2:50 pm P ppp. Ascension 195 Third Persons POV The image on Freyas WolfComm glowed faintly in the dim backstage light. A photograph-grainy, taken days ago at the orphanage. +20 Free Coins In the picture, Aurora had been called on stage to speak, a teenage boy standing beside her as the young host. His frame-slender, sharp-edged-was painfully familiar. The same height, the same set of shoulders, the same restless energy as the masked kidnapper she had just seen on the broadcast. Freyas mind tightened like a snare. The boy from the orphanage and the one who had dragged Aurora into the firelit trap on camera they were the same. Which meant the orphan was their suspect. Her wolf bristled as she pieced it together. Every thread led back to that orphanage-five years ago, the nd news leak, the staged ambush with reporters, and now this. Even the message to the media before onights broadcast. The stage was always the same. The orphanage. And there was more. She had researched the officer who perished in the Border Fire-Bluemoon Wings vice-captain. The man had been a widower, raising his only son alone. When he died screaming beneath the mes, his boy had been just eleven years old. Eleven years old which would ce the youth on that stage, and the kidnappers age now lined up perfectly. Her chest grew tight. The boy hadnt vanished-he had grown up, carrying the fire of vengeance in his lungs. Freya didnt hesitate. She dialed the local enforcers, her tone clipped as she ryed her findings. When she ended the call, Caelums voice cut across the space between them. His silver-grey eyes burned with confusion. Why help Aurora? His words ground like stone. You despise her. Why risk yourself? Freya turned her head, her stare cial. I dont like Aurora, she said, her voice low, her wolfs growl simmering beneath each syble. But I was a soldier once. And soldiers dont choose who deserves protection. They act because it is their duty. The blunt conviction hir Caelum like a blow. His heart stammered, and for a moment, he couldnt look away from her. Soldier. 12:50 pm PP PP. +20 Free Coins He had dismissed it before. To him, her years in the Iron Fang Recon Unit were nothing more than a footnote, a rugged past that gave her scars and grit, but no power Because shes just a low-level Omega soldier. He had thought her talents ended there-that she was simply a woman who knew how to take orders, endure pain, and march. He had even looked down on her once. When they married, it wasnt for her worth. It was because in his lowest moment-when Silverfang Pack had been crumbling, when his life felt like ash-Freyas quiet steadiness made him believe he wasnt entirely lost. She, an orphan of war herself, had seemed to him like a mirror of survival. They had both been broken. With her, he felt less ruined. So he had married her. He had sworn he would treat her well, honor her as his mate, be faithful. But things had shifted, hadnt they? He couldnt say when. Perhaps it was when work swallowed him. Perhaps when he first heard whispers Aurora would return from Bluemoon skies. Or perhaps the precise moment was when he saw Aurora in her pilots uniform, striding through the terminal, sharp-eyed and untouchable, while Freya stood small and ordinary at his side. He had chosen wrong. That was what he had told himself. And during the Lunar Severance Phase, he hadnt regretted the divorce. He had told himself Freya would regret it instead-because he had the future, the empire, the rising power of SilverTech. And she was just a discarded soldier. Yet now, standing in her presence, feeling the raw edge of her integrity cut through the air like a de, Caelums wolf stirred uneasily. He felt stripped, small, almost ashamed. The crew ushered him away before the cameras, trying to soothe his frayed emotions. The broadcast had cut abruptly when the kidnapper had shut it down, and the shows interviews carried on with forced normalcy. No one was listening anymore. Later, when the lights dimmed and the hall emptied, Freyas WolfComm chimed. It was the enforcers. We have the suspect. Freya stiffened. Already? He was waiting for us, came the reply. Just as you suggested-hes the son of the fallen vice-captain. He offered no resistance. The liquid he poured on Aurora wasnt gasoline-it was a simtedpound. If ignited, it would have produced only low-heat mes. Frightening, but not lethal. Freyas throat tightened. May I speak to him? Im afraid not. Hes under protective custody. Only legal counsel can see him. He has nowyer at present, The line went dead. Freya turned, her gaze falling on Ss. She hadnt yet asked the question when he spoke. Ill send awyer, Ss said simply. The boy will not face this alone. Her lips parted. Thank you. 12:50 pm P P +20 Free Coins He met her eyes steadily. You dont owe me thanks. Whoever you choose to protect, I will protect too. Whatever you ask, Freya Thorne, I will see it done. Her chest ached. The boy hadnt truly meant to kill Aurora. He only wanted the truth carved into the open, to force Aurora to confess what she had buried-that she had left his father to burn. He had chosen a cruel way, but his intent was never blood. Atst, the tangled strands aligned in her mind. Meanwhile, Caelum rushed to the infirmary the moment he heard Aurora had been rescued. She was there, washed clean of soot, lying in the hospital bed dressed in a pale gown. Her body bore scratches and bruises, but no mortal harm. She looked small, fragile. But in Caelums chest, there was only the heavy weight of what he had witnessed -that her pleading, her confession, her cowardice had been broadcast before every pack, every Alpha, every soldier of the realm. The mate he had once defended the hero he had sworn could never be a liar had been stripped bare before his eyes. And the woman he had abandoned-Freya-stood unyielding, soldier to the bone, unafraid of the truth. 12:50 pm PPP Ascension 196 Third Persons POV +20 Free Coins The enforcers left after taking Auroras statement, their boots echoing down the sterile hall. The room fell quiet, heavy with the tang of antiseptic and the faint musk of fear. The door opened. Caelum stepped inside. Aurora stirred immediately, struggling upright despite the bruises painting her arms. Caelum! Her voice cracked, desperate. I never thought Id live through something like that. He was feralpletely deranged. If the enforcers hadnt arrived when they did, Id Id never have seen you again. Her words trembled, rehearsed yet frantic, her wolf curling submissively toward him as though clinging to protection. Caelums eyes lingered on her, unreadable, his silver irises clouded with something she couldnt name. Hows your body? he asked atst. His tone was t, more Alpha protocol than tenderness. The healer says its only surface wounds, Aurora answered quickly. Then her expression hardened, the sweetness burning off in a sh of bitterness. But I will prosecute him, Caelum. That boy will rot in a cell. Ill make sure of it. He dared to humiliate me, toy hands on me. Hell pay for every scar hes left on me. The venom in her words startled even him. Her wolfs snarl was not born of fear-it was born of vengeance. Caelum studied her, the woman he had once seen as light itself. Now her voice sounded unfamiliar, edged in cruelty. You can take him to trial, Caelum said slowly. But you should know the one who attacked you may be the son of your fallenrade. He only wanted the truth for his father. Because-Aurora-you did abandon him to the fire, didnt you? Aurora froze. For a heartbeat her mask cracked. Then she forced augh, brittle as ss. What are you talking about? How would you even know that? I heard it myself. His jaw tightened. Freya called the enforcers. Sheid out the truth. And while you were bound to that chair, you admitted it-to his face. Auroras skin went pale as ash. Admitted? Carlums voice dropped. The boy had you live-streamed. Every word you spoke was seen across the Capital. The audience. The crews. Everyone. Her mouth fell open. The world seemed to tilt beneath her. Live? Youre saying I was being broadcast? Yes His wolf aura pressed against her, heavy with grim certainty. No. No, thats impossible. Aurora shook her head violently. I didnt see any equipment, no transmitters, nothing But memory surged in, every desperate plea, every broken admission she had made, believing they would vanish in smoke. Her breath came ragged. My WolfComm. Where is it? Give it to me. I need 10 sec. Caelum handed her the device recovered at the scene. Her hands shook as she pulled up the feeds. Though the stream itself had been shut down, dozens of clips already flooded thes, each one a shard of humiliation. On the screen she saw herself-tear-streaked, pleading, then crumbling as she confessed. Yes, I left him. I couldnt save him. The words echoed, merciless, her own voice damning her. Auroras face nched, her pulse thundering in her ears. No. No, this couldnt be her life. She had been the hero, the savior, the pilot the packs adored. Nowment afterment scrolled beneath the clips: What hero? Shes a coward. A murderer, not a savior. Bluemoon should ground her permanently. If the fire had taken her instead, it wouldve been justice. Her hands shook so violently she dropped the device. It ttered across the floor, the feed still running, her name drowned in curses. Her wolf whimpered in panic. She had lived her life basking in praise, in deference. Never had she tasted public scorn. Now the same voices that once worshipped her were howling for her downfall. No she rasped, stumbling back against the pillows. No, this isnt how it ends. I wont Her breath broke into sobs. She reached blindly for Caelum, clutching his sleeve. Delete it. Please. All of it. You have influence-Silverfang still answers to you. Bury this for me, Caelum. I cant Caelums features hardened. The storm is too high. Even I cant silence every voice. In time the mes will cool, but for now, nothing can erase it. Her lips moved soundlessly, then she whispered like a chant, It will fade it has to fade. When the heat dies down, theyll forget. Ill still be their pilot. Ill still be admired. She spoke as if trying to weave a spell, to convince herself. Rest, Aurora, Caelum said, pulling his arm free. The healers need you calm. I must return to the enforcers and give my ount. He turned, but she caught his hand again, her nails digging into his skin. Caelum-listen to me. What they saw, what I said it wasnt the truth. I lied. I only said those things to pacify him. You believe me, dont you? Her eyes gleamed with a desperate, feral edge. She clung to him like a drowning wolf to driftwood, her voice fevered. Caelum looked down at her, torn. His wolf stirred uneasily. He wanted to believe, wanted to hold onto the image of the woman he had once defended against all odds. But the echo of her confession, the raw terror in her voice when she spoke it, weighed heavy in his cars. Ascension 197 Third Persons POV +20 Free Coins Auroras voice trembled, but her words carried a desperate sharpness that filled the sterile air of the infirmary. Caelum, you have to believe me, she insisted, struggling upright against the crisp white sheets. Everything I said during that broadcast-it wasnt the truth. I only said those things to appease the kidnapper, to survive! Caelum stood at the foot of her bed, silent. The Alpha of the Silverfang Pack had faced insurgents across borders, negotiated with hostile coalitions, and crushed dissent in boardrooms at SilverTech Forgeworks. Yet in this moment, confronted with the woman who clung to him as if he were herst tether, he felt only a grim heaviness settling into his bones. Because he knew she was lying. Her words during the live stream had not sounded like a performance. They had not borne the cadence of a woman trying to coax her way free. No-the way her voice cracked, the way herposure shattered, the slip of her tongue that had cut too clean it had been the truth breaking loose. For a long stretch of silence, his gaze rested on her pale face. He could see the flicker of panic tightening her jaw the longer he withheld his answer. Auroras eyes narrowed, her tone sharpening. You dont believe me, do you? Caelum exhaled slowly, pressing his lips into a tight line. His wolf stirred uneasily, torn between logic and loyalty. Aurora, he said atst, his voice low, heavy, even if you did even if you once failed, I have no right to condemn you. You saved me once. That debt remains. And I will help you. It was not absolution, but it was a vow. For she had once dragged him, bloodied and half-conscious, out of a wreckage when no one else dared. She had been his salvation, his anchor in that chaos. That memory chained him to her, whether he liked it or not. Yet instead of relief, Aurora shoved him away with a sudden burst of strength. Her fingers clenched the sheets, her chest rising and falling with raw fury. You dont believe me! she cried, eyes shing with the feverish glow of her wolf. Caelum, I thought even if the whole world turned against me, you would stand by my side. But now-you doubt me too! Her words pierced deeper than she knew. Caelum gave a bitter smile, one corner of his mouth twisting. Believe you? How can I, when the truth already wed its way out? But he said nothing of it. Instead, he spoke with the weary pragmatism of an Alpha who had seen the court of public opinion devour many before her. Even if I believe you, will others? Youve seen it yourself-thements, the outery. The packs are baying for blood. Auroras face drained of color. Her hands tightened on the nket until her knuckles nched. Then, with 12:50 pm Pppp. +20 Free Coins stubborn defiance, she lifted her chin. Let them curse me. Let them spit my name into the dirt. I dont care what they think. As long as you believe me, Caelum, nothing else matters. Her voice cracked, but her eyes gleamed with a strange light. She had gambled and lost in front of the world, and now her wolf knew only one path forward: cling to her strongest card. Cling to him. If you dont believe me Her voice dropped, soft and trembling, but edged with calction. Then sever us. Pretend we never stood together. Let me fall alone. I wont beg you again. Caelums chest tightened. The words cut deep, dragging guilt into his marrow. He saw the shimmer of moisture in her eyes, the vulnerable curve of her lips trembling as if she were already preparing for abandonment. And he broke. Forgive me, Aurora, he murmured, voice rough, pained. He stepped forward, taking her hand once more, holding it tightly as though that grip could anchor them both. I do believe you. I should never have doubted. I trust you. Whether or not it was true no longer mattered. His wolf, bound by instinct and memory, had made its choice. Auroras tears dried instantly, reced with a smile that bloomed fragile and radiant across her face. She leaned into his hand, her wolf purring with triumph. I knew I didnt choose wrong. With you beside me, I can face anything. Caelum forced a smile, though unease coiled like smoke in his chest. The storm brewing beyond these walls would not relent because of his faith. And he could not shake the creeping doubt: Would his presence truly be enough to shield her from the tide of truth? Night deepened over the Capital. Freya sat curled on the leather couch of her apartment, her WolfComm glowing in her hand. Her eyes racked the flood of news spreading like wildfire across theworks. Auroras kidnapping had climbed to the top of the global feed. The Fire Commission had released a formal statement: they would reopen investigation into the Border Fire. Deepmoor City-the very tronghold that had once honored Aurora with the title of Hero of the mes-now announced an inquiry into whether that honor had been built on falsehood. Bluemoon Airborne Wing had already acted. Aurora was suspended from duty as vice-captain. Her future with the unit would hinge on the oue of the investigation. And worse-audience-shot footage from the talk show carlier that evening had begun to spread. One clip showed Aurora, radiant under the studio lights, announcing before the world that she was bound to Caelum Grafton as his chosen mate, his future Luna. Another captured her being cornered by the host, fumbling to exin her so-called heroics in the Border Fire, only to be confronted by other rescuers who had been there. The revtion that she had never even reached the site of the trapped civilians had drawn audible gasps. The interner tore her apart. 12:50 pm Fraud. Not a hero. A coward. If Bluemoon lets her keep that post, Ill never fly their wings again. She should feel the same fire she let others die in. +20 Free Coins Freya scrolled through them silently. A mixture of cold satisfaction and lingering bitterness swirled in her chest. Once, Aurora had basked in untouchable glory, upheld by every packs praise. Now, in a single night, she had plummeted from the sky she imed as her own. Still awake? A deep, rough voice brushed against her ear. Arms slipped around her waist from behind, drawing her back into a chest broad and solid as iron. Sss presence filled the room like stormclouds, his scent dark and grounding, his breath warm against the curve of her neck. Freya stiffened slightly, only for her wolf to betray her by leaning into thefort. The Alpha of the Irond Coalition had always been like this-unyielding steel wrapped in quiet heat, relentless in the way he anchored her. The word rose unbidden in her mind: intimate. The WolfComm rang sharply, fracturing the moment. The callers name lit the screen. Kade ckridge. Her younger brother in arms, the one who had always hovered on the edges of her life like a restless shadow. Freya reached to answer, but Sss hand caught hers, his thumb pressing lightly against her wrist. Dont. His voice rasped, thick with possessive warning. She huffed out augh, soft and incredulous, shaking her head as she pressed the call through anyway. Freya. Kades voice carried across the line, taut with concern. Tell me straight. Are you really involved with Ss Whitmor? 12:50 pm PP P PPPP Ascension 198 Freyas POV +20 Free Coins The moment I admitted it aloud-that I was truly seeing Ss -I could almost feel Kades silence hanging like a weight through the WolfComm line. Yes. Its true, I said firmly, not giving myself the option of retreat. For a moment there was nothing but the faint crackle of the signal, and my heart twisted with unease. Kade? I asked softly. Freya - His voice caught, a low rumble of frustration and something else. But before he could finish, a sharp breath escaped my lips. Because Ss had leaned down and pressed his mouth against the curve of my ear. His lips were hot, brushing lightly against my ear lobe. His breath skimmed over my neck, sending a shiver all the way down my spine. The touch burned and tickled at once, like an Alpha testing a sensitive bond- mark. Freya Sss voice was low, rasping, vibrating against my skin. How long are you going to keep talking? Itste. Time to join me in bed. Kades growl crackled through the phone, sharp enough to make my wolf bristle. Hes there. Ss is with you, isnt he? Yes, I admitted, swallowing. Hes right here. Why? What were you trying to say? The line went dead a momentter. Just like that, Kade was gone. Hed called only to ask that? Only to confirm what he already knew? I lowered the WolfComm slowly, staring at the darkened screen. That boy what was he really trying to tell me? What are you thinking about? Sss voice cut into my thoughts again, thicker now, edged with something possessive. He plucked the device neatly from my hand and set it on the low table, out of reach. Then, with a deliberate roll of his shoulders, he caged me between his body and the sofa cushions. Nothing. I shifted, flustered. I was just on the call with Kade and then you suddenly-kissed me like that. He probably heard its embarrassing. A wolfish smirk tugged at his lips. Do you dislike it? His mouth was already on my ear again, tracing it with soft, teasing kisses that made my skin prickle with heat. That sensation-sharp, sweet, maddening-spread like wildfire. My cheeks burned. I tried to push him away, but he moved with me, a predator yielding only to trap its prey more effectively. One of his strong arms curled around my waist, and with a sudden shift, I found myself sprawled across his chest, breathless. His obsidian eyes fixed on me, unwavering. Do you hate it? His voice was no longer teasing. I could feel the tension in the hand at my waist, rigid, as if bracing for my rejection. My wolf stilled. He was bracing himself. For me. I swallowed, then forced a cool smile. And if I did? I countered. A small sting of mischief in my words-1 12:50 pm Pppp. wanted to make him pay for that interruption. +20 Free Coins But the light in his gaze dimmed instantly. The ck shimmer of his eyes dulled,shes lowering, his entire face shadowing with a self-mocking gloom. If you hated it then I wont do it again. My chest tightened. The raw honesty in his tone, the flicker of vulnerability in a man who was Alpha to an entire coalition-it twisted something deep inside me. Freya, he whispered, not as the Irond Alpha but as a man stripped bare. Dont hate me. Please. Something ached in me then. I dont hate you, I murmured, my fingers brushing his cheek, wanting to erase the shadow from it. Not you, not what you just did. Its only embarrassing. Thats all. His eyes lifted, alight again, a re of wildfire in the dark. So you dont hate it. No, I breathed. Not at all. I leaned down, close enough that he could feel my lips ghosting his ear. It only.. tickles. Im not used to it. And then, on impulse, I mirrored his earlier teasing. I caught the curve of his ear lobe between my lips and kissed it gently. The effect was immediate. The mighty Alpha of Irond stiffened beneath me, a tremor running through his frame. His ear flushed crimson, and to my astonishment, even his cheeks burned with color. Freya His voice cracked into a husky growl, his breath ragged. His eyes-those dark, alluring eyes- gleamed with a dangerous shine, like a predator fighting restraint. I froze, realizing what I had unleashed. Ss Whitmor, pinned beneath me, looked devastatingly beautiful in that moment. The heat in his gaze could melt steel, and yet he trembled, undone by the smallest kiss. Goddess help me, I hadnt meant to fall into this snare. Id only wanted him to understand how it felt-but now I was the one caught, trapped by his voice, his eyes, the sheer raw pull of him. Did he not realize what he was doing to me? That night, I had to summon every ounce of restraint I possessed to keep from surrendering to the instinct wing at both our wolves. It wasnt about being unmarried-I had long stopped clinging to that human notion. No, it was about certainty. I wanted to know my feelings werent born of heat or impulse. I wanted them to be real, solid, unshakable. Ss seemed to sense it. And though desire burned in his eyes, he only gathered me against him, his arm around my waist as wey side by side. His breath stirred my hair as he whispered, low and raw, Freya, I love you. Ill wait until you love me too. And when you do. youll want me. Wont you? He sounded almost boyish then, like a wolf begging for his mates eptance. For the first time, I saw the side of Ss Whitmor no one else in the Irond Coalition would ever imagine-the side that could cling, that could crave, that could love. And it undid me. 12:50 pm P p pp. Ascension 199 Freyas POV +20 Free Coins The next morning, we left for the Stormveil outskirts. There was an old Thorne estate, long abandoned in the shadow of the Runestone Grounds, and I needed to see it with my own eyes. Ss insisted on driving. I didnt argue. Part of me wanted him there, even if it meant facing the ghosts of my familys past with his presence a steady anchor beside me. By the time we reached the little town, the sun hung just past its peak, and my stomach gave a small growl. It was almost noon. I nced at Ss, his profile sharp in the light streaming through the windshield. Would you be able to stomach something from a small tavern here? The foods not fancy-just local fare. He turned his head, his dark eyes steady. Food is food, Freya. There were days when I ate nothing at all. Compared to that, even stale bread was a feast. Im not picky. His words pulled at something inside me, but I didnt dwell on it. Theres a ce I used to visit often, I said, my voice softer now. Every time we came into town, my family and I would eat there. I dont even know if its still open. The word family caught in my throat, twisting bitterly. Once, it had been the four of us-Mother, Father, Eric, me. Now only me. I forced a smile that didnt quite reach my eyes. Then well go, Ss said, his tone leaving no room for argument. Ill go with you. I blinked, surprised at how easily he said it. For a moment, my wolf stirred, brushing against his Alpha aura. Maybe I wasnt going alone after all. The car rolled to a stop in front of the tavern, and to my shock, it looked almost exactly as it had five years ago. Weathered wood, faded paint, but alive. A ce caught in time. The owner stood at the doorway, his face older, lines carved deeper by the seasons. But his eyes brightened as theynded on me. Freya Thorne. Goddess, its been years. How have you been, girl? Ive been well enough. I managed a small smile. And your parents? Your brother? They didnte with you? His question was innocent, but it pierced straight through me. My smile faltered, the air leaving my lungs for a heartbeat. Not this time, I said quietly. I came back alone just to take care of some things. Oh His voice softened with understanding. He gestured toward the tables. Come, sit. Let me get you a menu, I slid into a booth with Ss across from me. As I settled, I noticed his gaze shift, caught by the far wall. There, dozens of photographs were pinned haphazardly, forming a coge of memories. The faded 12:50 pm P ppp. +20 Free Coins Proids showed peopleughing, clinking sses, posing with tes of food. A ritual of sorts, a way to mark their presence. Its a tradition, I exined. Patrons take a photo before they leave. It bes part of the taverns memory. His eyes lingered. And yours? I lifted my hand and pointed to a corner. My voice softened unconsciously. Right there. Thats me. And beside me my brother, Eric. Sss body went rigid, so faintly that perhaps anyone else would have missed it. But I didnt. His face didnt move, but the shift in his energy was unmistakable-like a ripple in still water. Thats your brother? His voice was low. Yes. I smiled faintly, unaware of his reaction. We dont look alike, do we? I have my fathers features. He had our mothers face. But we were inseparable. Sss gaze burned into the image. Eric Thorne, tall and clean-cut, eyes sharp with a quiet strength. My chest tightened with memory. The owner came back, setting menus down. Have you chosen yet? I shook myself from the past and reached for the card. Not yet. I nced across at Ss. What about you? Anything stand out? But he wasnt looking at the menu. His eyes were still pinned to the photograph, expression unreadable. Ss? I raised my voice slightly. He blinked, as though surfacing from somewhere deep. What? Youre pale. Are you not feeling well? Fine, he said quickly. Too quickly. Perhaps I didnt sleep enoughst night. I tilted my head, unconvinced. But I let it go. For now. His hand, resting on the table, was tight, knuckles pale. I pushed the menu toward him. At least choose something. You order, he said. I dont know whats best here. So I did Dishes Id shared with my parents, with Eric, long ago. My voice cracked once, but I forced steadiness as the owner scribbled them down and left. The silence that followed pressed heavy. Then Ss spoke, his words deliberate. You and your brother were you close? My heart squeezed. I lifted my eyes to the photograph again. Yes. Closer than anyone. That picture it was thest time we ate here together. A silly moment, posing for fun. But it turned into ourst picture. The memory dragged me back, vivid as a scent trail. Eric Laughing, his arm thrown around my shoulder/3 12:50 pm Pppp. . calling me little wolf. His scent always carried steel and cedar, sharp but safe. +20 Free Coins After that day, he returned to the Capital. Soon after, he was deployed to the bordends. My throat tightened. He was always protecting me. When we were cubs, if anyone tried to bully me, he fought back, even if he was smaller. Hed take the bruises, the scolding-never let me stand alone. He used to say, No one touches my sister. Not while Im breathing. A wetugh escaped me, shaky but real. My eyes blurred. He was a good brother. The best. Sss voice was quiet, almost reverent. Yes. He sounds like one. I swiped at my eyes quickly, forcing a smile. When I find him, Ill introduce you. Youll like him. Everyone did. Sss lips pressed tight. He said nothing more. But his hand beneath the table had curled into a fist, and for the first time since Id known him, I smelled a thread of nervousness in his scent. 12:50 pm P ppp. Ascension 200 Third Persons POV +20 Free Coins Ss lowered his gaze, unwilling to let Freya see the flicker of recognition that had unsettled him the moment her words touched on her brother. There were things he needed to be sure of. If Eric Thorne- the lost heir of Stormveils Fifth Branch-truly was the man he had once crossed paths with then everything would change. The tavern keeper returned just then,ying out steaming dishes, breaking Sss thoughts apart. Eat first, Freya said softly, masking her exhaustion with a small smile. Of course, Ss replied, bowing his head as though the simple act of eating demanded reverence. He took up his chopsticks without argument and began to eat in silence. Freya, however, spoke as she always did whenfort and memory collided. She shared fragments of her past-her father Arthur Thornes iron discipline, her mother Myras gentle wisdom, and most of all, the warmth and shadow of her brother Eric. Every detail of her tone, every subtle shift in her face revealed how deeply she still held on to him. Ss listened but barely tasted the food. The venison stew might as well have been ash on his tongue. His movements were mechanical, as though his body remembered the act of eating even while his mind wandered far, circling an image of a young man with sharp eyes and amanding presence. When the meal was done and the tavern keeper returned to tally the bill, his curiosity finally broke through. Freya, its been a long time. What brings you back here today? She ced her utensils down with care. I came to settle the matter of my familys ancestral estate. The man nodded knowingly. Ah. The estate in Stormveils old quarter. I thought so. Most of the families from that district have already signed the redevelopment contracts. Word is, the demolition begins in a matter of days. Freya froze. Her eyes widened, her breath stilled. Demolition? Yes, the man said, surprised by her reaction. You didnt know? Theyre tearing it all down. The paperworks been moving for months now. Her silence was sharper than denial. She had heard nothing. No letter, no summons, no WolfComm notification. Nothing. Outside, Ss studied her face, reading the storm brewing beneath her calm mask. Do you still want to see the estate? Her voice was clipped, her anger leashed. No. First, we go to the Redevelopment Bureau. I need answers. By the following morning, the scandal surrounding Aurora of the Bluemoon Pack had only spread wider. What began as whispers had erupted into wildfire across theworks. Despite her familys desperate attempts to choke the ze-despite even the Thorne familys influence-it was not enough. Auroras name was everywhere, her title of newly appointed pilot of the Bluemoon Airborne Wing now poisoned 12:51 pm P P P P +20 Free Coins with shame. Her parents had arrived in Ashbourne overnight, faces tight with desperation. They threw themselves at the mercy of the Thorne elders, begging them to intervene. With Stormveils weight behind us, we can silence this! they pleaded. Inside the council chamber, Abel Thorne listened, his expression grave. Beside him sat Rowan, James, and Lennon Thorne. The air was thick with politics and desperation when the chamber doors suddenly pushed open. Every head turned. Freya entered with Ss shadowing her like a wolf carved from iron. Her presence cracked through the stale air like lightning over a battlefield. Freya? Abel asked, genuinely surprised. What brings you here? His gaze flicked uneasily to Ss-Alpha of the Irond Coalition. Freya ignored the murmurs. Her eyes locked onto Lennon Thorne. Cold, unflinching. I came to ask my third uncle why thepensation contracts for Stormveils Fifth Branch estate bear his name. The words fell like a thunderp. The room stilled, and every eye turned toward Lennon. A sh of annoyance crossed his face, quickly masked with a sneer. He had known this girl would be a thorn the moment she strode into the Stormveil Primal Hall weeks ago. And here she was, proving him right. Abels voice cut through the tension. Lennon? What is she talking about? Lennon spread his hands, feigning reason. The estate belongs to Stormveil. It is ancestralnd, not some private property for one branch to hoard. And what then? The Fifth Branch is reduced to one daughter. Do you truly expect us to hand over thepensation to her? When she marries, it will be lost to another packs bloodline. No. Better to keep it within the Thornes where it belongs. Freyasugh was bitter and sharp. What age do you live in, Uncle? Since when can a she-wolf not inherit? Fifth Branch property belongs to Fifth Branch blood. You are neither. Lennons expression hardened, disdain leaking from every word. me your father and your brother for dying too soon. If they were alive, it would be theirs. But theyre not. And you His lip curled. You cling to ghosts, The word struck her like ws across flesh. Rage red hot and savage, her wolf snarling in her chest, her vision tinged red. Her father Arthur, her mother Myra, her brother Eric-their absence weighed like chains, and Lennon dared to spit on their memory. Her hands trembled, then stilled, then lifted-fingers curling into ws as her wolf surged. She didnt care that he was her elder. She didnt care that this room reeked of politics and tradition. She would not let the insult stand. But before her hand could strike, another moved faster. Ss Whitmors arm shot forward, his fingers closing around Lennons throat like an iron vice. He +20 Free Coins mmed him back into his chair, dominance crashing from him in waves that rattled the very air. The scent of raw Alpha power filled the chamber, sharp as steel and salt. Lennon gagged, his hands wing at Sss grip. The room fell silent save for the choked gasps of the elder wolf. Sss voice was low, cold as a grave wind. Careful, Thorne. You speak of the Fifth Branch as though its yours to pilfer. But Freya is Arthur Thornes daughter, Eric Thornes sister. She carries more worth in her blood than you ever will. Insult her family again, and you will beg me for death before I grant it. The other elders shifted uncasily, their wolves cowed beneath the weight of Sss dominance. Freya stood still, her chest heaving, fury and pride warring within her. For the first time, she saw someone strike on her behalf with the same ferocity her brother once had. Her hand fell back to her side, clenched tight. Her eyes, however, burned like embers, fixed on Lennons paling face. My brother is alive, she said quietly, the words steady, a vow carved into stone. And when he returns, you will answer for every word spoken here today. The chamber echoed with her defiance. Ascension 201 Third Persons POV +20 Free Coins Sss grip on Lennon Thornes throat was unyielding, fingers coiled like forged steel. Lennon wed at him, struggling to wrench free, but it was futile-Sss strength was a predators, honed through decades ofmanding the Irond Coalition. His eyes bulged, face flushing crimson, but Ss didnt relent. The room seemed to catch its breath. Only then did everyone else seem to return to reality. Ss! Let him go! My father cant-he cant breathe! Jocelyn rushed forward, voice sharp with panic. Even if youre defending Freya, this is this is too far! Defending? The word barely grazed Ss. He lowered his gaze slowly, deliberately, and the faintest curve of a wolfish smirk tugged at his lips. He didnt need to fight for Freya; he merely wanted to ensure her hands remained clean. If anyone was going to teach Lennon a lesson, it would be him-and not Freya. Jocelyn turned sharply to Freya, frustration and usation bleeding from her voice. Freya! This is too much! Youre using Ss to do this? Abel Thorne, ever the mediator, interjected with a calm edge. Freya, no matter what, tell Ss to release your uncle. This has gone far enough. Ss finally lifted his piercing gaze and met Freyas eyes. The unspoken question hung between them: Do you want him dead, or alive? A tense silence gripped the room. Every pair of eyes fixed on Freya, waiting for her decision. Ss, Alpha of the Irond Coalition, could easily end Lennon here and now, and thew-human or wolf-would scarcely contain the aftermath. Yet he deferred to her, offering her the reins of judgment. Freya inhaled, chest rising and falling with measured intensity. Her wolf stirred within, ws of fire and pride raking at restraint, but she steadied herself. Her voice, though soft, carried authority. Release him, she said. Sss grip loosened, steel fingers retracting from Lennons windpipe. Lennon stumbled backward, gasping, pointing a trembling finger at Freya. You you shameless little she-wolf! You let Ss humiliate me, and now you think you can get away without apologizing to me?! Before he could finish, a solid force struck him. Freyas fist connected with Lennons jaw with precision honed by years of training in the Iron Fang Recon Unit. He fell to the ground, sprawling, humiliation etched across his face. Freya! How dare you strike my father?! Jocelyn shrieked, shock and anger warring in her voice. Why shouldnt I? Freyas eyes zed, wolf aura simmering just beneath the surface. Her voice rang like thunder through the stormy hall. Even if he is my uncle, if anyone dares insult my father or my brother, I will strike them without hesitation. My father did not die prematurely-he gave his life serving the nation. And my brother he did not die; he is on a mission, defending our pack and country. Until his body is found, he is alive. And anyone who questions that will answer to me. Her words reverberated, each syble carrying the weight of a wolf Alphas authority. The room fell silent. Even those who bore grudges against her could not muster the courage to contradict her. 12:51 pm P p pp. +20 Free Coins Abel Thornes voice cut through the tension, steady but firm. Lennon, apologize to Freya, What? Lennon sputtered, disbelief and indignation flooding his expression. You want me to apologize? Yes. Apologize, Abel said, his tone irond. Enough. That attitude is uneptable. They will not tolerate it Lennons protest came swift, defensive, venomced. And what did I say wrong? Their parents are gone. I wouldnt touch the Fifth Branch estate if they were alive! Stormveils legacy cannot fall into the hands of a she-wolf. Freya is grasping at shadows, iming her brother is alive just to seize what rightfully belongs to the Thorne lineage! Enough! Themand came like a thunderp. From the doorway, the unmistakable sound of a cane striking stone floor echoed, deliberate, demanding attention. Every throat went dry. Ken Thorne, the family patriarch, appeared, his gait deliberate yet unyielding despite the weight of age. The room instinctively bowed, a wave of respect and fear rolling through them. Grandfather! Abel eximed, hurrying forward. You were supposed to be resting. Why are you here? Kens gaze swept over the room like a predator evaluating prey. If I didnte, would you even understand what youve done? His voice carried centuries of authority and a lifetime of pack leadership. The Fifth Branch estate you dare covet it? Youve gone too far! Abel shifted ufortably, realizing the full scope of Lennons audacity. He had delegated the estate matters, assuming Lennon would act judiciously-but clearly, Lennon had acted for personal gain. Kens gaze snapped to Lennon. Exin yourself. You im the estate is safe in your hands because it belongs to the lineage, yet you disregard the daughter of that branch? What nonsense is this? Lennons arrogance faltered slightly. The estate the Fifth Branch has no male heir. Freya has no im. I Kens cane struck sharply against the floor again, the motion swift and decisive. The resounding smacknded on Lennons cheek. Pain red, and a sharp sting seared his pride. What do you mean, no one left in the Fifth Branch? Kens voice boomed, a predators wrath echoing through the chamber. Freya is of the Fifth Branch blood. That estate is hers! Touch it again, and you are out of this family forever! Lennons face paled. The fire in Kens words, the aura of an Alpha elder, silenced him utterly. Ken then turned his piercing gaze to Freya. Freya, my child forgive me. This old patriarch has failed in guiding your uncles, letting them bring such indignity upon you. But know this: what is yours by right, by blood, no one will touch. Should they dare, I will strip them of their name and pack, as if they were never Thorne The tension in the room finally cased, though the echoes of wolfish dominance and familial wrath still lingered like smoke after a fire Freya exhaled, her wolf retreating just enough to allow calm to settle, though her amber eyes still shimmered with unspent fury. Ascension 202 Freyas POV The words werent only for me. They were for every wolf seated in the Stormveil Primal Hall. As Ken Thorne spoke with that gravelly, iron-bound voice, I could feel the weight of his deration ripple across the hall like a howl across the mountains. His loyalty to me was carved in stone, an oath stronger than blood. And everyone here needed to hear it. Every cousin who thought I was an easy target. Every uncle who whispered that the fifth branch of the Stormveil Pack was nothing but dead weight. Every rival who looked at me as though I didnt belong in this hall of predators. They all needed to be reminded: As long as Ken Thorne drew breath, Freya Thorne would never stand alone. I bowed my head. Thank you, Great-Grandfather. The words were steady, but inside, my chest ached with the burn of both pride and pressure. Across the circle of firelight, Jocelyn Thornes eyes glittered with venom. My cousin had always despised me. She leaned close to our aunt, who was better known as Auroras mother, and hissed loud enough for all to hear. Second Aunt, Jocelyn said sweetly, Aurora is lying in the infirmary today because of Freya. Dont you remember? Aurora only left that mission flight midway because Freya humiliated her on the live broadcast. She walked out early, and thats when she was ambushed and taken. If not for Freya, my cousin wouldnt be disgraced like this. +10 Free Coins The firelight snapped in the hearth, but the real heat came from the stares of every elder turning toward me. Auroras mother-Emilia red at me as though she could w my throat out on the spot. Her daughter had been her pride: Bluemoons first female pilot, handpicked for their airborne wing. And now Auroras name was dragged through every den, smeared in every pack council. Youre Freya, arent you? she demanded, her voice sharp as a whip. Do you even understand what youve done? Aurora is your blood. A cousin. And you tore her down for the amusement of outsiders? My lips curled into something between a sneer and a snarl. I only told the truth. If Aurora was humiliated, it was because she chose cowardice over duty. And if she was kidnapped perhaps you should ask why your daughter abandoned the wolves she was supposed to rescue. A stunned silence swept the chamber. Her face went red with rage, then pale with disbelief. Even if she walked away, she broke now. The Council never said a wolf must risk her life to save another. She jabbed a wed finger toward me. But you-her kin-you stood in front of the entirework and shredded her reputation. Do you feel no duty to defend your cousin? To shield her from the packs condemnation? No, I said coldly. That is not my duty. Gasps rippled across the room. Even the mes in the iron braziers seemed to gutter at my words. Auroras mothers face twisted. Ken Thorne, she cried, turning on my great- grandfather. My daughter is half your bloodline! She lies broken because of this girl. And now Freya refuses even the smallest act of reparation? Will you truly let her walk free of all responsibility? The truth was clear to everyone: she wanted me to take the fall, to use Stormveils influence to bury Auroras scandals. The Bluemoon Pack had tried to smother the story. Even Silverfang had extended 62 +10 Free Coins its shadow to cover it. But Auroras betrayal of duty had caught fire in the public eye, and no amount of pack gold or media control could extinguish it. Her hero title was already slipping through her ws. The Airborne Wing whispered about expelling her. Every hour, the shame grew worse. And now they wanted me-backed by Ss Whitmors iron authority-to clean their mess. Jocelyn seized her chance, her voice dripping false innocence. Great-Grandfather, Aurora had a brilliant future. A future Freya destroyed. Shouldnt she bear some consequence? Or Her eyes flicked to Ss, lounging at the edge of the hall like a predator biding his time. or are we saying that as long as Freya hides behind her Alpha, she can do whatever she pleases? The words were poison. She wanted to turn the entire hall against me. Ken Thornes gaze snapped toward her, sharp enough to cut bone. Jocelyn, he said, each syble like the crack of thunder, I did not know you had grown so eloquent in your usations. But Jocelyn didnt flinch. She lifted her chin, eyes gleaming with spite. I only speak because Auroras suffering is real. She bled for her wings. She earned her ce. And Freya, with one careless act, destroyed her. My blood burned. I could almost feel my wolf pressing against my skin, snarling to be released. Destroyed her? My voice was ice. No, cousin. Aurora destroyed herself. The hall shivered. Even Ken Thorne said nothing, letting the weight of my words hang. He knew the truth-everyone did. Aurora had abandoned wolves in need, and in doing so, abandoned the very spirit of our kind. But Jocelyn wasnt finished. So Freya carries no me? She ripped into her cousin in front of the entire broadcast. That act alone drove Aurora to leave her post! Had she not, she would never have fallen into enemy hands! Jocelyns lip curled. Or is 62 +10 Free Coins the Stormveil Pack a ce where the favored can spit on blood ties as long as their backers are strong enough? Her eyes flicked again toward Ss. And that was her mistake. Because it was not Ken Thorne who answered her. It was Ss. His voice was deep, smooth, and cold as steel. So, by your words, as long as I am her backing, Freya can do as she pleases in this hall? Every wolf froze. The Irond Coalitions Alpha had spoken. His presence filled the hall, shadows bending toward him as though the fire itself obeyed hismand. Jocelyn stiffened, but forced herself to meet his eyes. Isnt that what she does? She hides behind you, Ss. She even dared strike my father-her elder. She uses you as nothing more than a weapon. Cant you see she treats you as a tool to be used? Ss tilted his head, the faintest smile curving his lips, though it carried no warmth. Is that what you think? His eyes flicked to me, and I felt the unspoken bond of his wolf brush against mine, possessive and unwavering. If she truly uses me as a weapon, Ss said, his voice soft and lethal, then I am d to be wielded. The hall went utterly silent. Even Jocelyn faltered, the venom on her tongue drying to ash. Ascension 203 Freyas POV +10 Free Coins The air in the Stormveil Primal Hall was sharp with tension, thick with the scent of old cedar and ancestral ash from the braziers burning along the stone walls. This hall had witnessed centuries of oaths, betrayals, and blood sacrifices from my family. Tonight, it bore witness to something else entirely. You what did you just say? Jocelyns voice cut through the silence, brittle and shrill. Her eyes-wolf-gold, sharp like a de-fixed on Ss Whitmor as if she could tear his words back into his throat. Around us, members of the Stormveil Pack shifted uneasily, mutters rising like the growl of an unsettled den. No one could quite believe what had just left Sss mouth. It wasnt just me who froze. Even the oldest wolves, scarred veterans of wars and raids, stared at him in shock. Because what hed said wasnt the deration of an Alpha calcting his dominance. It wasnt the cold pragmatism of the Irond Coalitions leader. No. It was something far softer. Far more dangerous. Something that smelled like devotion. I said, Ss repeated, his voice deep, cutting across the hall like amand that demanded silence, if Freya Thorne wishes to use me, then I wee it. dly. Sweetly. My chest constricted. His gaze swung to me then, steady and unwavering, and I saw no calction there, no Alphas scheme. Just raw certainty. He looked at me as though being my weapon, my shield, my pawn-whatever I neededwas not a humiliation, but a gift. And gods help me, part of me believed him. Jocelyns face twisted. The fury shing across her wolf aurashed out like ws against stone, sharp and burning. To her, those words werent a confession. They were a strikean Alphas rejection delivered in front of half the Stormveil bloodline. 62 +10 Free Coins Her jaw clenched, and I saw the moment she realized what Ss had just done. Not just chosen me, but burned every bridge to her. You Her voice shook, and she took a step closer, as if sheer presence could drag Ss back into her orbit. Ss, do you forget what happened to your parents? Do you think Freya can withstand the weight of your familys curse? What happens when she betrays you, when she The shift in Ss was instantaneous. His expression, calm only moments before, darkened like a storm rolling over the horizon. His wolf surged to the surface, power spiking through the hall, pressing against every wolfs skin. I felt it in my chest, my ribs straining to hold against the crush of his aura. Jocelyn flinched back, but she didnt stop. She never knew when to stop. Before Ss could move, before his ws could even twitch, I stepped forward and caught his hand in mine. His skin was hot, trembling with restrained fury. Enough. I turned on Jocelyn, my own wolf stirring beneath my skin, white-fire power licking up my spine. Whether I can carry his bond is between Ss and me. Not you. His parents, his blood, his choicesthey are not yours to weaponize. And Jocelyn I bared my teeth, letting my wolf seep into my voice, say it again, and Ill show you exactly how much I can bear. You speak once, I strike once. Try me. Her mouth fell open, outrage mixing with something sharp and sour: fear. She remembered, as we all did, the way Idid her father Lennon t not long ago. His groan still echoed in these walls. She knew I wasnt bluffing. Ss looked down at me, stunned. His hand was still in mine, my grip tight, and though neither of us spoke, I knew what passed between us. A vow. An unspoken tether: no matter what shadows hunted us, I wouldnt leave him to face them alone. : 62 +10 Free Coins Then I shifted my gaze to Ken Thorne, the patriarch whose word still ruled Stormveil like ancientw. His wolf aura was dimmed with age, but his eyes were bright, sharper than most half our years. Grandfather, I said evenly, though the word was a bitter stone in my throat. I came here only to reim the old Thorne residence. Fifth Branchs rightful im. Ill deliver the papers to the Reconstruction Office myself. I ask only that Lennon doesnt stand in the way. Kens hand mmed down on the arm of his carved chair, a sound like bone breaking. If Lennon dares to block her path, then he can leave Stormveil entirely. My word. A ripple passed through the hall-shock, disbelief, then grudging eptance. Ken Thornes decrees were absolute. Relief unfurled in my chest, though I didnt let it show. Thank you, I said softly. Ss and I will take our leave then. Rest well, Grandfather. Ill return soon. See that you do, the old wolf rumbled. An old Alpha likes thepany of the ones who still have teeth. I gave him a small nod and turned, Sss hand still firmly in mine. But as we passed Jocelyn, he stopped. His voice cut the air like an executioners de. You used Freya of hiding behind me, of wielding me as her shield. Then hear me now, Jocelyn Thorne: from this moment, you have no im to me. Or to the Whitmors. Whatever bond existed between us-whether duty, alliance, or debt-is severed. Forever. The hall went silent. Wolves stared, the magnitude of his words sinking like ws into flesh. Jocelyn paled, her lips trembling. Ss what are you saying? You cant mean Lennon surged forward, desperation spilling from him like the scent of fear in a cornered animal. Alpha Whitmor, reconsider! If the Fifth Branch ims the estate, thats one thing. But you and Jocelyn-if you cut ties, then 62 +10 Free Coins Then what? Ss snarled, eyes glinting like steel catching firelight. His aura mmed into Lennon so hard the man staggered. Do not mistake my patience for mercy. I nearly blinded your daughter once. Years of reparation followed, years of bending to Thorne expectations I never owed. No more. I owe you nothing. Not you. Not her. Not Stormveil. The words shook the hall. I felt my pulse thrumming, heat and pride swelling in my chest as he turned his gaze back to me. His eyes, ice and me both, softened when they met mine. All I will ever protect, he said, low and certain, is her. Me. 62 Ascension 204 Freyas POV +10 Free Coins Jocelyns face drained of all color before she lunged forward and seized Sss sleeve. Her fingers clung desperately, knuckles white, her voice trembling like brittle ss. Ss, you cant do this to me! I sacrificed an eye for you. I gave everythinghow can you cast me aside as if none of it matters? Her plea echoed in the Stormveil Primal Hall, heavy with the scents of wolves bristling, the tang of burning resin smoldering in the braziers, and the charged silence of a pack witnessing something ruinous. Ss looked down at her, his eyes ice-sharp, his aura cutting against hers like a de. Your eye was never sacrificed for me, he said, voice low but edged with Alpha finality. You were cornered, Jocelyn. You didnt stand in front of me to save me-you simply failed to escape. If youd had a chance to run, you would have. And for that injury, I havepensated you for years. Tell me-has that never been enough? The tremor in Jocelyns body deepened. Her mouth opened, her lips shaking as if she wanted to spit venom back at him. But here, under the scrutiny of the entire Stormveil assembly, what could she say? That she deserved more? That his entire life belonged to her because of one misstep years ago? Her pride trapped her in silence. But my feelings for you she whispered, words so fragile they cracked before they left her mouth. Ss cut her down before she could finish, his words mming through the hall like a thunderp. Jocelyn Thorne. I have never, from the beginning to this moment, felt even a flicker of affection for you. What you received from me was repayment for your injury-nothing more. And now, that debt is paid. Entirely. He tore her grip from his arm as though it were no more than cobweb. I felt the finality in his movement-the brutal, decisive severing of a tether she had clung to : 62 +10 Free Coins for years. He turned from her without hesitation, his hand closing around mine instead. Together, we walked away from the halls center. Behind us, Jocelyn staggered backward, nearly copsing to the stone floor. Gasps rippled through the gathered wolves. I caught the shifting scents in the air: pity, mockery, contempt. Once, those eyes had worshipped her. Once, her scarred eye had been a badge of martyrdom that elevated her above us all, a story whispered in reverence across Stormveils branches. Now, stripped bare, she was just another wolf left bleeding under the weight of truth. Her fists clenched at her sides, nails digging so deep into her palms I smelled the faint copper tang of her own blood. She wouldnt cry. Not here. Not in front of those who had once envied her. But the copse of her pride was sharper than any visible wound. Jocelyn, dont just stand there, Lennon Thornes voice snapped,ced with panic. Go after him! Beg Alpha Whitmors forgiveness. If you kneel, if you humble yourself, he might take back his words! Ken Thornes staff cracked against the stone floor, the sound reverberating like a gunshot. The old patriarchs voice cut cold through the tension. Enough! Do you intend to drag Stormveils name further through the mud? Have you no shame? Silence fell instantly. Ken turned his re to Emilia, Jocelyns mother, his eyes sharp as a hawks. As for Auroras case, I know everything. Stormveil has already done what it must. What you should focus on, Emilia, is not forcing Freya to pay for Auroras sins, but on earning forgiveness from the family whose child was burned alive. That is where your fight lies-not here. Emilias face twisted, lips pressed thin, humiliation and rage battling in her aura. Lennon fell silent beside her, his wolf crouching under Kens authority. Jocelyn, meanwhile, stood frozen, her eyes hollow, her spirit splintering. She wasnt hearing a word her grandfather spoke. All she saw was the ruin of her carefully constructed world copsing around her. : 62 +10 Free Coins She had lived years in the warm glow of Whitmor protection, raised above her cousins, adored, feared, envied. That eye, her scar, had once been her crown. And now, stripped of Sss acknowledgment, she was naked, exposed. Her wolf trembled on the edge of breaking. But Ss and I were already gone. When we stepped out of the towering fa?ade of the Whitmor-financed Stormveil business tower, the night air hit my lungs like ice water. I could still taste the storm of tension inside, but Ss walked at my side as if the world itself no longer held weight. We slid into his vehicle, leather and steel infused with his scent-iron, smoke, the undeniable mark of an Alpha who bore his legacy like a chain. I turned toward him, unable to stop my gaze from drinking in the hard lines of his profile. Why are you looking at me like that? he asked, his voice calm, almost amused, though his grip on the steering wheel was taut. Because I need to know, I said softly. Those words you spoke in front of everyone-are they real? Do you regret them? His lips curved, not in mockery but in something achingly close to tenderness. Which words? That if you wished to use me, I would wee it? Heat pricked the back of my throat. Not those. I know you said that to shield me. To give me face. Ss shook his head, his wolf aura flickering faintly in the enclosed space. Not for show. For truth. Freya, if you wish to wield me as your weapon, your shield, I would dly let you. Because it means I have purpose. It means I matter to you. The words struck like a de across my heart. To anyone else, they might sound like poetry. But I saw it-felt it-the jagged fracture behind them. No, Ss, I whispered, shaking my head. Dont say that. Dont be d to be used. 62 +10 Free Coins True bond, true love-those things arent about usefulness. I like you because I like you. Whether you serve a purpose or not. Whether youre strong or weak. It has nothing to do with usefulness. His hands tightened on the wheel, the leather creaking under the force. For a long moment, he didnt answer. Then, his voice was rough, raw. All my life, I was told I must be useful. That only then could I be tolerated. My mothers death-because I couldnt hold her. My fathers hate-because I wasnt enough. My grandfathers approval-only because I could be forged into an heir. Everything I am is measured in usefulness. His wolf flickered beneath his skin, and I saw the truth of it in his aura-scarred, bruised, chained by expectation. But I met his gaze, steady, unyielding. Yes. Being useful has its ce. But love isnt weighed on that scale. And if you base your worth on being used, what happens when youre not? When someone no longer needs you, will you let them cast you aside like broken steel? Thats not love, Ss. Thats very. The car was silent save for our breath, two wolves wrestling with ghosts in the dark. His wolf stirred, restless, but in his eyes I saw the first flicker of something else. Ascension 205 Ss POV : 62 +10 Free Coins The blood drained from my face as I gripped the steering wheel, fingers trembling despite my will to keep them steady. If one day Freya decided I was no longer useful to her would she discard me the way others always had? No. I couldnt let that happen. I would never survive being abandoned by her. A growl rumbled low in my chest before I jerked the wheel and mmed the brake. Tires screeched against the asphalt, the car skidding before stopping along the edge of the street. Ss, why are you stopping so suddenly- She didnt finish. I had already unbuckled my belt and leaned across the console, closing the space between us. Her wide eyes lifted to mine. Moonlight from the windshield lit the delicate curve of her face. What is it? she asked softly, and though her words were calm, I knew she saw the fear in me. I clenched my jaw. My voice came out raw. If I lose my worth one day would you abandon me? The question scraped from my throat like a wound torn open. My wolfs aura quivered, restless, afraid. Freya blinked, stunned for a heartbeat, then something in her gaze shifted. Understanding. Compassion. No, she whispered, her voice fierce and steady. Even if you were stripped of everything, I would never abandon you. : 62 +10 Free Coins Truly? The word fell from me, desperate. I searched her eyes as though they might betray me, as though she might change her mind in the next breath. She pressed her lips together, the faintest frown tugging at them. I knewsome scars go too deep to be erased by words. I had lived with mine since birth. But Freya she looked at me like she had time. Like she would carve away at the rot inside me, piece by piece, until I finally believed her. Her hands lifted, small and warm, cupping my face. And then-gods-she kissed
Her lips pressed against mine, soft and burning. I froze at first, caught in disbelief, before the warmth seeped through the ice I had carried all my life. Ss Whitmor, she murmured against my mouth, whether you are strong or broken, useful or useless, I love you. I love you. Her wolfs essence poured into me, warm and unyielding, searing through the fear that had knotted in my chest. Myshes trembled, and slowly, finally, I let my eyes fall shut. I kissed her back, the ache in my chest unraveling beneath her promise. When she pulled away, the absence of her lips felt like loss, sharp and aching. Enough, she whispered. Drive us home. We cant linger here. She was right. This wasnt the ce-cars moved around us, humans and wolves alike ncing at the sight of two figures entangled in a parked car. But in that moment, I hadnt cared. I forced myself back behind the wheel, started the engine, and let the car glide back onto the road. My chest was still raw from her words, but lighter too. Twenty minutester, the looming walls of the Whitmor estate rose before us. The iron gates creaked open at my signal. And then I saw him. A figure stood waiting at the gates. 62 +10 Free Coins Freya stiffened beside me, eyes narrowing as the headlights washed over him. Recognition shed across her face. Kade she whispered. My wolf bristled instantly. Kade. The same wolf who had called her sister, the same wolf whose eyes had lingered on her too long at gatherings in The Capital. He had called hertest night- Freya had told me herself. And now he was here, not a dayter, standing at my gates like he had a right. I parked the car. Freya reached for her belt, but before she could step out, I seized her hand, holding it tight. Her eyes darted to me. Ss? I swallowed the growl wing at my throat. Nothing. I just wasnt expecting him. It is unexpected, she admitted. But well know why soon enough. She slipped her hand from mine with a gentle tug, the warmth leaving my palm like a wound, and stepped out of the car. I sat for a moment longer, staring at my empty hand before lifting my gaze to the wolf outside. Kade ckridge. He was no surprise, not really. A wolf like him couldnt watch from the shadows while I imed Freya openly. His presence here only proved what I already feared-her ce in his heart was greater than he ever admitted. And that made him dangerous. I stepped out of the car, moving toward them. Freyas voice carried to me on the night wind. Kade, what are you doing here? You didnt even call. He smiled faintly, the kind of smile that wanted to hide what it truly meant. I wanted to surprise you. When I heard in The Capital that youd chosen Ss Whitmor His eyes flickered, darkening. lets say I was shaken. : His gaze cut past her to me, sharp as a de. 62 +10 Free Coins Two Alphas, staring each other down. The air between us crackled with the collision of dominance. My wolf surged, pushing against my skin, demanding I make my im clear. Youve only been in Ashbourne for a short while, he said to Freya, his voice low. Are you certain-absolutely certain-that you want to be with him? Freya smiled softly, calmly, as though his challenge meant nothing. I didnt expect it myself. But yes. I am certain. I want to be with him. His expression faltered. The honesty in her tone left him no room to excuse it as coercion or mistake. I stepped forward, closing the distance, and reached for her hand. My fingersced with hers deliberately, a silent deration. My im. Yes, I said evenly, meeting his stare. We are together. Kades eyes darkened, fury shing like lightning. He looked at our joined hands as though the sight itself burned him. Freya, he bit out, his voice almost a snarl, why him? What could you possibly see in Ss Whitmor? Her hand tightened in mine. I felt my pulse hammer in my veins, the question digging under my skin. My grip on her fingers clenched tighter, betraying the fear I refused to voice. Because the truth was, I needed her answer too, Ascension 206 Ss POV 61 +10 Free Coins The moment her words slipped past her lips-Because I like him, thats why Im with him. As for whats good about him he treats me well-something inside me burned and yet eased all at once. Freyas voice had been steady, almost teasing, but I heard the truth thrumming underneath. Shed chosen me. Chosen me, not Kade ckridge, not Caelum Grafton, not anyone else. And yet the pup had to open his mouth. I can treat you well too I cut him off before he could poison the air further. Why stand here at the gates like rogues whove lost their den? If you have something to say,e inside and say it properly. My tone was calm, but my wolf prowled beneath my skin, hackles raised. I let a thin smirk pull at my lips. And since youve always called her sister, perhaps, if youre willing, you should start calling me brother-inw. Freya choked on her own breath, coughing twice, her cheeks blooming crimson. Her re shot at me like a thrown dagger. Brother-inw? Yes. Let him chew on that word until it splintered his teeth. Kades eyes shed, wolf-gold bleeding into his irises. Whitmor, arent you a little too eager? You and Freya arent mated yet. The future is never certain. Whats desired today may be discarded tomorrow. My grip tightened around Freyas hand, our fingers stillced. I lifted our hands, pressing my lips to the back of hers, slow, deliberate, possessive. But I know her, I said, gaze never breaking from his. She doesnt want fleeting sparks. She wants bondfire-ever-burning, never-abandoning. If I never leave, she never will either. Isnt that right, Freya? Her blush deepened, and she pulled her hand back, flustered. Enough. Lets just go inside. 61 +10 Free Coins Her words cooled the edge of the growl vibrating in my throat. I released her hand with reluctance, savoring the lingering heat of her touch. Together, the three of us stepped into the vi. Freya busied herself, clearly intending to serve our guest. But before she could rise, I caught her wrist gently. Ill make the tea, I said smoothly. You should rest? She hesitated, then nodded, trusting me. That trust twisted in my chestit was heavy, dangerous, something I couldnt afford to lose. I moved with purpose, preparing the tea, my movements controlled, precise. Steam curled in the air between us, fragrant but sharp. Kade ckridge, your arrival was unexpected, I said as I poured. Freya and I werent prepared to host. Tell me, when do you n to return to the Capital? I made sure toce her name into every sentence, every syble an anchor, every repetition another de driving between his ribs. Freya, Freya, Freya. Kades jaw tightened. The vein in his temple throbbed. He ignored my question and instead turned to her. Sister Freya, when will you return to the Capital? Freya blinked, startled. Me? Once thest of the old estate paperwork is settled in my name. The demolition is almostplete. Once its done, Ill go back. Her voice faltered just slightly on the words estate and parents. The losses were still fresh, but she masked the pain with grace. I swallowed hard, knowing I couldnt erase her grief-only stand guard against anything that might add to it. Kade smiled faintly, too faintly. Then Ill return with you. The words struck like a challenge. My brow creased before I could stop it. Freya tilted her head. Then why did youe to Ashbourne now? To see you, he said simply, as though that justified everything. Things in the Capital are mostly settled, and I remembered your promise-that if I ever came to your home territory, youd show me around. Now that youre here too surely you wont refuse? 61 +10 Free Coins The air thickened. My wolf bristled. His request was a de wrapped in velvet. Of course, Freya answered, soft, kind, unawareor perhaps deliberately ignoring -the sparks snapping between us. I did say that. Ill show you around. Kades grin spread, smug and youthful. Then Ill look forward to it. She nodded, then seemed to remember something. Rightyour umbre. You lent it to mest time. Ill fetch it from upstairs. She hurried off, her steps light, leaving only the faint scent of her perfume drifting on the air. The silence that followed was thick as storm clouds. I ced the cup of tea before him with a sharp clink. Here. Drink. Kade didnt touch it. His eyes, sharp as a hawks, locked onto me. Ss Whitmor, he said, voice low, venomous. I dont know what spell you cast to make her agree to be with you, but you dont deserve her. You never have. You and she are worlds apart. I leaned back, a slow, dangerous smile spreading across my face. My wolf rose in my chest, pressing against the surface, my aura spilling across the room like shadows thick with iron. Deserve her? My voice dripped with mockery. I dont need your blessing, ckridge. She chose me. And one day, when shes mated, marked, and standing at my side until ourst breath, it will still be me. His snarl tore through the air. Dream on! He lunged forward, seizing my cor, yanking me half across the table. His breath hit my face, hot with fury. Going to bare your fangs, pup? I taunted, not flinching. Because youre jealous? Because to her, youll always just be the little brother? From the moment you called her sister, you chained yourself. His eyes red brighter, fury twisting his features. He actuallyughed, sharp and bitter. You think youre clever? You sent your people to sabotage my mothersw firm in the Capital, didnt you? Forced me to rush back to put out fires-so you could slither into her life unchallenged? What do you think shell say when she learns how you y your games? Ascension 207 Ss POV : 61 +10 Free Coins The moment my eyes caught Freya standing at the staircase, my blood ran cold. Her silhouette was sharp against the dim glow of thending lights, every line of her figure etched in my vision like a scar. Shed heard. The words Kade had spit in venomabout thew firm, about my interference-those words had reached her ears. My gut twisted. My wolf snarled inside me, ready tosh out, but another instinct -deeper, more terrifying-rose up: fear. Not fear of Kade, not of exposure, not of what the packs might say. But of her. Of that steady, storm-grey gaze turning on me with disappointment. The world could call me a conniving Alpha, a Whitmor with dirty hands, and I wouldnt flinch. But if she looked at me with disgust, with loss it would break something inside me that no fight, no victory, no blood could ever mend. Yet Freyas face betrayed nothing. No fury, no shock. She walked toward us with the sameposure shed worn into battles. That unreadable calm made my chest ache more than open anger ever could. Release him, Kade, she said evenly. Her voice cut through the tension like Alphamand. Kades grip on my cor faltered, then fell away. His lips twitched in defiance, but he stepped back. I listen to my sister, he muttered, as though hed scored some victory. Freyas eyes flicked to him, cool but polite. Hows the situation with your mothersw firm? The words struck me like ws across the chest. She had heard. Every muscle in me went taut. Kade straightened, voice clipped. Already handled. No major problem now. But, Sister, some people are good at setting traps. You should be careful. His gaze cut toward me, sharp with usation. ???(61) +10 Free Coins Freya smiled faintly, but her tone was mild, almost dismissive. Lets change the subject. The umbre you lent me-todays a good day to return it. She ced it in his hands. A simple gesture, but the weight of it pressed heavily on the air. Umbre-the word carried meanings I doubted she missed. Shelter. Farewell. Separation. Kade stared at it as if it were a de buried in his chest. I could read it on his face: regret, longing, fury. He finally managed a bitter smile, took the umbre, and bowed his head slightly. Then Ill head back to my hotel. Ille see you again tomorrow. Travel safely, she replied softly. I stayed silent, watching as he left, my wolf still pacing beneath my skin. Every instinct screamed to drive him from our territory, to rip his throat out for speaking her name with such familiarity. But Freyas presence bound me tighter than any chain. When the door closed behind him, she turned. Her gaze locked on me. Ss Whitmor, she said, and my name on her tongue made my stomach knot, was it you who orchestrated what happened to Kades mothers firm? Myshes trembled. For the first time in years, I couldnt meet someones eyes. My head dipped, not out of guilt-Alphas dont confess to guilt-but because the bond, the fragile thread she and I were weaving, threatened to snap if I faced her now. You promised me, she continued, her voice low but steady, that if I ever asked, you would never lie to me. Her words were iron, chains I had forged myself. That vow had been mine. I had bound myself to it freely. And now it was a de pressed against my throat. 12.05 Tue, Sep 9 My hands curled into fists at my sides, nails biting into my palms. My wolf whimpered inside me. Yes, I whispered. It was me. +10 Free Coins Her eyes narrowed, but her expression didnt shatter into anger as I feared. Why? The question cut deeper than ws. Because My voice cracked before I forced it steady. Because I feared him. Not as a rival Alpha, but as yourrade. Your bond with him was forged in blood and war. He is someone you trusted with your life. And I I feared that trust would eclipse me. Her silence pressed harder than a physical blow. So? she prompted. So I thought My chest heaved. I lifted my gaze atst, and her eyes were a mirror of light, clear, relentless, unshadowed. Next to her, I was filth-schemes and darkness stitched into flesh. So I thought you would always prefer him to me. The admission ripped out of me like entrails in a fight. Freya studied me, unblinking. I do like Kade, she said finally. My heart stopped. But only as a brother. As arade-in-arms. If I ever intended more than that, his presence or absence in Ashbourne would never have mattered. Do you truly think my heart is so fickle? That if he left, I would so easily turn to love another? Her words thundered through me, shame and awe colliding in my chest. If I choose someone, she continued, her voice irond, then distance, time, or obstacles dont matter. Ss, if you think my feelings can be reced so easily, then what happens if one day you leave me for a while? Should I assume youll give your heart to someone else? No! The roar tore from my throat before I could stop it. I stepped forward, seizing her hands as though anchoring her to me. Never, Freya! Dont-dont even : speak of loving another. I couldnt bear it. 61 +10 Free Coins Her lips pressed into a line, crimson against pale skin. I chose you, Ss. And once chosen, I dont change easily. But I cant ept you dragging down those close to me with schemes and sabotage. Dont touch my friends. Dont harm those whove stood by me. For the first time in years, the word wed its way out of me, raw and unfamiliar. Im sorry. An Alpha of the Irond Coalition doesnt apologize. My pack would never believe it if they saw me like this-head bowed, shoulders hunched like a boy afraid of losing his ce at the fire. But for her, for one tremor of disapproval in her gaze, I would crawl. Freya looked at me, and I could see the conflict in her eyes-the sternness of a warrior and the ache of a woman who cared too much. My shame twisted into something worse: that even when I wronged her, she still hurt for me. She sighed softly, and her hand rose, fingers cool and gentle against my cheek. My wolf leaned into her touch despite myself. Never again, Ss, she murmured. Not Kade, not anyone else close to me. If you use such tricks again, I truly will- I silenced her the only way I knew how. My hand caught hers, pressing her fingers to my lips before the final words could escape. I couldnt let her say them-couldnt let her threaten to leave, even if she meant it only in warning. My wolf thrashed at the thought, and so did I. Dont, I whispered against her skin. My voice was rough, desperate. Dont finish that sentence. Please. Her eyes softened, just slightly. But I felt the weight of her warning settle between us like a scar. And I knew: if I crossed that line again, even my wolf wouldnt be able to drag her back to me. Ascension 208 Third Persons POV : Sss voice was hoarse, almost breaking with the weight of his confession. 61 +10 Free Coins I wont do it again, he whispered, pressing hisrger hand over Freyas where it rested against his cheek. His skin was fever-warm, his face brushing tenderly into her palm as though her touch alone tethered him. Freya, Ill listen. Ill be good. I swear it. The murmur was low, raw, and yet it rang like a lovers vow. Freyas breath caught. For all his reputation as the Irond Alpha of the Coalition, Ss now looked nothing like a predator. He seemed more like a massive hound begging for mercy, amber eyes fixed on her with such intensity it almost burned. Her body stiffened. Saints, those eyes were dangerous-wolf-bright, shamelessly devoted, and brimming with something that wed straight at her defenses. He was a man who could level armies, and yet here he was, clinging to her like a desperate pup. That thats good then, she managed, throat tight, trying to pull her hand back before her heartbeat betrayed her. But his grip remained iron around her wrist, his dominance strong yet trembling at the edges, as if he feared letting her go meant losing her forever. Im thirsty, she said quickly, searching for a way to break the moment. Let go of me-Ill get tea. Ill get it, Ss countered, his voice husky. His free hand reached without hesitation, snaring the porcin cup of herbal tea from the low table. He tilted it back, taking a mouthful, then lowered it again with deliberate slowness. Her brows knit. You- Before she could finish, he leaned in. The realization hit her a breath toote. Freyas lips parted on instinct, and heat surged up her neck as his mouth met hers -hot tea, steam, and all. +10 Free Coing The kiss was not soft. It was iming, insistent, fireced with the faint taste of herbs. The warmth of the liquid spread between them, mingling with the molten press of his lips, until she was half convinced his intent was to brand her with proof of his devotion. Freya should have resisted. She should have pushed him back. But when she met his gaze-pleading, reverent, so terribly afraid shed turn him awayher willpower faltered. With a quiet sigh, she slid her free hand up, fingers curling around the back of his neck, letting him draw her deeper into the kiss. After all he was her mate, her chosen one. And if this was how Ss needed to prove his heart, then for once, she could indulge him. The tea burned away, leaving only the heat of his mouth and the fierce thrum of his wolf against hers. It was fervent, consuming, a kiss that spoke of love and desperation and a bond he would fight the world to keep. Two dayster, Aurora was discharged from Medical Hall. Her injuries from the abduction had been superficial-scrapes, bruises, nothing more. She emerged from the ward with her father, Duke, her mother Emilia, and her fianc, Caelum Grafton. Auroras expression was stormy, her voice sharp enough to cut ss. That bastard who daredy hands on me-Ill see him rot. He humiliated me. Ill repay him double. Caelum, I want the best trial, the harshest sentence. Find me awyer wholl make sure he never breathes free air again! Caelum hesitated. Aurora, that man Youre not suggesting mercy, are you? Emilia snapped, ring. Caelum, shes your betrothed! If you dont protect her, how can I ever entrust my daughter to you? He opened his mouth, torn between truth and duty, when the hospital entrance erupted in chaos. A surge of reporters barreled toward them, cameras shing, microphones shoved forward like weapons. 61 +10 Free Coins Aurora! one shouted. During the abduction, you admitted you once abandoned a seniorrade who had shown you kindness. Was that true? What were you thinking? Aurora froze, color draining from her face. Is it true the man who abducted you was the son of that fallen soldier? another pressed. Do you believe his actions were justified revenge? Rumors say the Ashbourne Legion are reviewing your past conduct. If your hero pilotmendation is revoked, will you protest? Or resign? Questions exploded like grenades, every lens and sh targeting her like wolves circling fresh prey. Aurora flinched beneath the barrage, herposure fracturing. I have noment! Move aside! she barked, raising her arm to shield her face. But the mob only pressed harder, the scent of their eagerness acrid in the air. Caelum tried to throw his weight forward, his Alpha aura ring, but the sheer press of bodies shoved him back. Duke and Emilia were crushed against the tide, faces twisted with indignation and fear. My earrings! My bag! Emilia shrieked. Thats a luxury import, you vultures! Youve ruined it-do you think you can afford to pay? Her shrill voice was drowned beneath the reporters demands, their frenzy cresting until hospital guards finally forced their way through, shoving the mob back. Aurora, hair wild and eyes wide with panic, stumbled toward the car. Emilias cosmetics were smeared, her prized bag crushed into ruin, one of her golden earrings bent beyond repair. Breathless, she rounded on Caelum the moment the doors mmed shut. And you call yourself a man? You didnt protect me-and you didnt even protect Aurora! Shes your fiance! I- Caelum began, but Vaughn cut him off with a scowl. 61 +10 Free Coins This was negligence, Caelum. You shouldve anticipated the press. You shouldve had them blocked before we even left the ward. Exactly, Emilia chimed in bitterly, holding up her ruined bag. And what of this? And my earring? If you expect to be my son-inw, youll rece them. Do you know what they cost me? Aurora sat in silence, shoulders trembling, rage and humiliation twisting inside her chest. She had sworn she would make the world fear her again, but in this moment, she looked less like a decorated pilot and more like a wolf cornered, teeth bared but powerless. And Caelum, for all his power as Alpha of Silverfang, could only sit in strained silence, his gaze slipping once toward Freya Thornes name echoing through his thoughts-wondering, perhaps, what she would have done in his ce. Ascension 209 Third Persons POV s Caelum sat in strained silence as the words of Auroras parents-the proud elders of the Bluemoon Pack- washed over him. Every sentence that left their mouths seemed to demand more: new clothes, new luxuries, new provisions. And in the spaces between demands, came barbed criticisms aimed at him, as though he were failing their daughter simply by existing. His chest tightened with irritation. What gnawed at him more, however, was Auroras silence. She sat right beside him, listening, nodding faintly, yet not offering a single word in his defense. Once, when he had been with Freya, it had been different-or at least, so he thought. The Freya had not crowded him with usations or suffocating expectations. Instead, it had been his own mother, Eleanor, and his younger sister, Giselle, who had taken every opportunity to disparage Freya, assigning her endless. humiliating tasks as though testing her worth. Caelums heart gave a sudden, heavy throb. Had he ever defended Freya back then? Or had he, much like Aurora now, simply remained silent? Memory stabbed him with rity: he had stood mute, and worse, when Freya had resisted unreasonable demands, he had used her of being cold, ungrateful. Shes already my mate, he had once thought, why not show devotion to my family? The recollection pressed against his chest like a boulder, making his breath shallow, painful. By the time they arrived at the hotel, Caelums head was pounding. He dismissed Auroras parents to their chamber, then escorted Aurora herself into their private quarters. The moment the door shut, she hurled herself at him, clutching his arms with trembling hands. Caelum! What are we going to do? Her voice was shrill, trembling with panic. Im ruined. Those reporters-theyll twist everything. Theyll drag my name through mud again! This is all the fault of that rogue kidnapper and Freya. They must have conspired together, nned this to destroy me! Theres no proof, Caelum answered tly. His tone was calm, but his jaw was tight. The rogue was acting alone. In time, the storm will pass. Scandals fade, and eyes turn elsewhere. Auroras nails bit into his sleeves as she shook her head violently. And what about my position, Caelum? If the Capitals Council strips me of my Savior of the mesmendation, Wing will sever my contract. Years of service, my whole career in the Bluemoon Airborne Wing-gone, all because of this! Her words dripped with fury, her lips curling back like a wolf cornered. Caelum hesitated. If you had spoken the truth back then about what happened to your wingmate in that fire perhaps things wouldnt have reached this point. People could have understood the danger, even if Aurora shoved him hard, eyes zing. So now youre defending him? That charred corpse of arade? You think I shouldve admitted weakness, shown I abandoned someone? Is that what you want to say? Caelum lifted his hands quickly, shaking his head. No. Thats not what I meant. I only thought if you had told the truth, perhaps you wouldnt be celebrated as a hero, but neither would you be dragged through the mud like this. 1:16 pm s I did nothing wrong! Auroras voice rose to a near-hysterical pitch. I saved myself, I survived. That makes me worthy of the title! As for him-he was weak, unlucky. The mes consumed him, and I couldnt waste my life for his. That is not a crime! I am not guilty! Her words echoed in the chamber like the growl of a wolf that refused to submit. Caelums gaze darkened. Somewhere deep inside, disappointment sank its ws into him. The image of the noble, fearless she-wolf he once admired was crumbling. She was no hero carved of iron and me. She was fragile, selfish-something far different from the woman he had wanted to believe in. Caelum! Aurora lunged forward again, clutching his wrists so tightly it felt as though iron manacles bound him. Promise me. Promise youll stand by me, always. No matter what. His eyes lowered. Her grip was suffocating, like shackles biting into flesh. Atst, he murmured, Yes. I will stand by you. You tore me from deaths jaws once. For that, I owe you my loyalty. How could I not stand beside you? Aurora froze for a heartbeat, then her lips curved into a trembling smile. Yes yes, thats right. I saved you. Youre not the kind of wolf who forgets debts. Thats why I love you, Caelum. His silence in reply felt heavier than words. Deep in his chest, something shifted, as though the ground beneath him was slowly crumbling, Far across the city, within the fortified Whitmor estate, Ss sat in the solitude of his study. The Irond Alpha leaned back as his bodyguard ced a thick folder of documents before him. Alpha Ss, the guard said with a bow. The information you requested. Leave me, Ss ordered, his tone quiet but edged with steel. When the door clicked shut, he spread the files across his desk. Paper crackled beneath his long, scarred fingers. Interspersed among the dossiers were photographs. If Freya had been present, she would have recognized them at once-for every image captured the face of her lost brother, Eric Thorne. Ss studied them in silence, his expression unreadable. But then his gaze caught on one particr photograph. His hand trembled as he lifted it. The image showed Eric bare-shouldered, his back turned slightly. Across his skin stretched a jagged scar, ugly and deep. Sss breath hitched sharply. The mark was unmistakable. That scar It was the same scar he had seen once before, years ago, in a ce where no one should have survived. If the one he had met then-the ghost of that battlefield-was truly Eric Thorne, Freyas long-lost brother The thought coiled through his chest like a serpent, suffocating him. If Freya discovered the truth, what would she do? Would she hate him? me him for silence? Would she abandon him entirely? No. He couldnt bear the thought. He would not allow it. The mere idea of Freya leaving him was unthinkable. 1:16 pm P p p The soft rap of knuckles startled him. Whos there? His voice snapped like a whip. Its me, came the gentle reply. The door creaked open, and Freya stepped into the study. s Color drained from Sss face. Instinctively, he tried to sweep the photographs and files into a drawer. But his fingers, betraying him, fumbled. The pile slipped and scattered. Papers fluttered across the carpet. Photographs spilled like fallen leaves, spreading in every direction. 1:16 pm P p p 5 Ascension 210 Ss POV Her voice cuts into me before I can find the words. s Freya stands there, her golden eyes-Stormveil-born, blood of the Thornes-fixed not on the documents strewn across the floor, but on me. My face, my faltering breath, the blood draining from my skin. Whats wrong with you? she asks, stepping closer, concern outweighing suspicion. You look pale. Are you unwell? The irony sears me. The evidence of my betrayal lies at her feet, yet she doesnt look at it. She looks at me. Worrying for me. My lips tremble as I try to answer. The words I want to speak w at my throat, but none escape. She raises her hand, her palm brushing my forehead as though I am the one in need of care. No fever, she murmurs, half to herself. Maybe youve been pushing yourself too hard. You dont rest enough. Perhaps, I whisper, my voice barely audible. Perhaps Im just tired. Her gaze drops, and then the ground betrays me. See? Youve dropped everything, she says lightly, bending without hesitation to gather the scattered pages. Panic surges through me. No-leave it. Ill handle it. My voice is too sharp, too urgent, but its already toote. She has already picked up the top photograph. I hear her soft intake of breath, that small startled sound that cleaves me in two. This picture My heart stops. Every vein in my body feels like ice, as though my blood has frozen mid-pulse. My fingers twitch, desperate to snatch the photo back. I imagine spinning a lie, weaving some clever excuse-but she despises lies. She told me so once, her voice unyielding, her eyes burning with truth. I had sworn never to deceive her. And yet if she knows, if she truly knows what Ive kept from her, there will be no going back. Her gaze sharpens, and then she says it-words I dreaded, words that twist the knife. Why do you have pictures of my brother? Eric Thorne. The ghost that haunts me every night. I choke on silence. My tongue lies heavy, useless in my mouth. Her hands flip through the rest of the photos, and there he is again and again-Erics face in different years, different shadows. His scarred shoulder, his sharp jaw, his eyes that resemble hers. Among the files are reports, dossiers, proof I have tracked him far longer than I have admitted. 1:16 pm P pp. s Is it is this because youve been helping me search for him? she asks suddenly, her voice softening. Her eyes glimmer as she clutches the papers tighter. Ss thank you. Her gratitude strikes me harder than any de. If only she knew the truth. Yes, I searched for him. Yes, I gathered everything. But it was not merely to help her. My motives were darker, heavier, soaked in blood. Could you make me a copy of these? she asks, almost timidly, as if afraid of overstepping. Some of these photos-Ive never even seen before. Of course, I force out. My voice sounds strange in my own ears. She lifts one photo closer to her face. Erics bare shoulder is visible, the scar across his flesh a cruel brand of memory. I wonder when Ill see him again, she whispers. I miss him so much. Do you know this scar, here on his shoulder-its because of me. He was protecting me. My stomach knots. My fingers curl into fists so tight my knuckles whiten. Her voice softens into memory, into sorrow. We were abroad with our parents when the attack came. Explosions everywhere. mes and smoke. Eric shielded me with his body, pinned me against him so the shrapnel wouldnt tear me apart. He nearly died that day. If not for him, I wouldnt be standing here. Her eyes glisten, the scent of salt and grief touching the air. You love him deeply, I murmur, though the words taste like ash on my tongue. Of course I do, she answers without hesitation. Hes my brother. I will find him, no matter how many years it takes. I will never stop searching until I do. The conviction in her tone slices me open. For a long moment, I can only stare at her, the weight of my silence pressing me down. What if The words slip out before I can stop them. What if someone had wronged your brother? Would you forgive them? Her head tilts, her brows furrowing at the strangeness of my question. That wouldnt be my choice, Ss. Forgiveness-if it came-would belong to Eric alone. But you? I press, my voice hoarse, ragged with fear. Would you forgive? She frowns, studying me as if sensing the storm beneath my skin. Depends on what they did. If it put his life at risk if it endangered him then no. Never. Thats something I couldnt forgive. Her words hit like a death sentence. My throat closes around the confession I will never speak. I lower my eyes as she sets the photos down, her face still clouded with worry. You really dont look well. You should rest. Yes, I mutter, though my voice barely carries. And then her hand slides into mine. Her fingersce with mine, warm, alive. Your hand is freezing! she exims softly, sping both her hands around mine. How can it be so cold? Its autumn, not winter, and the rooms warm enough. 1:16 pm I cant meet her eyes. Are you cold? she asks again. A little, I whisper. s She bends her head, rubbing my hands with her palms, breathing warm air over my skin. Here. Ill warm them for you. The sensation shatters me. My body stiffens, but slowly, under her touch, warmth seeps back into my hands. Into my veins. Into the parts of me I thought had gone numb forever. And yet, beneath the heat, I tremble. Because I know this warmth is a lie. One day, when she learns the truth, her hands will never hold mine again. 1:16 pm PP Ascension 211 Freyas POV Some dayster. s The metal door of the detention chamber groaned open, and the sterile scent of silver-tinged disinfectant hit my nose. I stepped inside with Lawyer beside me, the air heavy with the weight of what I was about to do. Atst, I was face to face with him-the boy who had abducted Aurora. But the sight before me jarred me to my core. The youth seated on the other side of the reinforced ss looked nothing like the masked figure whose cold eyes had stared into the camera during the hostage broadcast. That wolf had radiated menace, raw hunger for vengeance. This one lookedfrail. Thin shoulders sloped beneath the drab gray of prison garb. His face was fine-boned, delicate almost, like someone carved from porcin. It was hard-almost impossible-to reconcile him with the image of the ruthless captor who had threatened a Bluemoon Betas daughter before half the packs of the realm. He raised his head as I stepped into view. His gaze snapped to me instantly, sharp as a de. You asked to see me? I said, letting my voice carry the calm authority of my bloodline. My Stormveil wolf stirred under my skin, alert. Yes. His voice was quiet, but it cut straight through the silence. His eyes fixed on me with the intensity of someone who had rehearsed this moment in his mind a thousand times. I need to know why youre helping me. I knowwyer Hawthorne is here because of you. Without you, no one would have fought to defend me. I tilted my head, studying him. Luca. That was his name. He had seen me once before-on the isles, and again at the orphanage. He would know that Sss packwyers rarely moved without his explicit interest. He wasnt wrong to suspect. But what he didnt know was that I had pushed Ss, demanded he allow Lawyer Hawthorne to intervene on Lucas behalf. Because you need help, I answered evenly. His lips pressed into a line. Suspicion flickered in his eyes. What do you want from me? The words were bitter,ced with the wary distrust of someone who had grown up watching adults barter kindness for favors. His scent recked faintly of fear and iron-fear not of me, but of being tricked. 1 folded my arms, suppressing a low hull from my wolf. Nothing. I dont want you to lose your future just because you went digging for the truth in the wrong way. Hisugh was harsh, humorless. You expect me to believe that? No one helps without wanting something 1:16 pm P P P s s in return. His tone dripped with the cynicism of a boy who had seen charity twisted into spectacle. Donations to orphans, rescue campaigns, all of it-its about reputation. About proving how benevolent they are in front of the packs. What makes you different? I almost smiled. His words carried the sting of raw truth, but I wasnt here to debate politics. Then dont believe me, I said lightly. Pretend Im not kindhearted. Pretend one day I might call in a favor from you. Either way-it doesnt matter until youre free. I made to turn, but his voice rang out sharply. Wait! I stopped. If youre really acting out of good will then help me clear my fathers name. The words struck like a de. And then-before I could react-he dropped to his knees. The metallic ng of bone on stone echoed in the visitation chamber, and my heart clenched. Stop, I barked, sharper than I intended. The guards rushed forward, hauling him up. I lifted a hand. halting them with a flick of my wrist. My wolf bristled; my instincts hated the sight of a young wolf forced into submission this way. Dont ever do that again, I told him, my voice low. You dont need to kneel to me to be heard. He gave a hollowugh. Direct words mean nothing. I begged once before, and no one listened. Not when I shouted. Not when I begged on my knees. They only drove me out, called me mad. His hands curled into fists, knuckles white. His eyes burned with something I knew all too well-the fire of a soul that refused to let go of the truth. My father was innocent, he rasped. The fire wasnt his fault. The chamber chilled around me. Memories I had buried deep flickered in my mind-the reports I had read, the whispers that circted the packs. Five years ago. The fire that consumed lives and tore my family apart. The fire that stole Eric from me. I clenched my jaw. Everyone knows the ze was caused by a cigarette that wasnt put out. The first casualty was your father, Vice-Captain James, found near the ignition point. All the evidence pointed- No! His voice cracked, and his wolf aura red for a fleeting second before shackles of silver suppressed it. His desperation stung my senses. He promised me. He had nodules in his lungs. The healers told him he wouldnt survive long if he kept smoking. He swore to me he would quit. He wanted to live long enough to see me grow. He would never have broken that promise. 1:16 pm P P P s His words carried the iron weight of truth. His scent-sharp with grief, raw with sincerity-hit me like at blow. Please, he whispered, eyes glistening. Dont let him die branded a criminal. Dont let his ghost rot under lies. My chest tightened. His plea tore through me, dredging up the wound I carried from that same fire-the one that had swallowed my brother whole. Eric. His face shed before me, hisughter, his promise to alwayse back. But he hadnt. Hed vanished into smoke and silence. And maybe, just maybe, Luca was right. Maybe the fire hadnt been born of negligence. Maybe it had been something else. Something darker. If Vice-Captain James wasnt guilty, then who had set the ze? And where did that leave my brother? My wolf shifted uneasily, ws raking the inside of my chest. She hungered for the truth. Fine, I said atst, my voice steadier than I felt. Ill dig. Ill search. But you need to understand-after five years, evidence is ash. Even if there was a cover-up, those who orchestrated it may have buried every trail. I cannot promise you the justice you want. Lucas eyes shimmered, a spark of hope breaking through his despair. Thats enough, he breathed. That someone as strong as you is willing to try thats enough. I exhaled slowly, my gaze drifting to the faint scars marring his wrists where silver shackles had rubbed skin raw. Five years ago, the fire had stolen everything from both of us. His father. My brother. Maybe fate had crossed our paths here for a reason. And maybe the truth we unearthed would either set us free or burn us alive all over again. 1:16 pm P pp. Ascension 212 Freyas POV s Tears streaked down Lucas face, raw and unguarded. His voice broke as he whispered, Thank you thank you It was the first time anyone had stood by him. The gratitude in his eyes cut through me like ws. My wolf stirred uneasily inside me, knowing too well the desperation of being left alone, unheard, unwanted. When I finally stepped out of the visitation chamber, Ss was waiting in the corridor. His broad frame leaned against the wall, his aura restrained but humming faintly, enough to make the guards keep their distance. Did you get what you came for? he asked. I nodded. He insists the fire wasnt caused by his father. Vice-Captain James had nodules in his lungs-he promised Luca he would quit smoking. He believes with everything in him that his father didnt die with a cigarette in his hand, and he doesnt want him remembered as the one who started that ze. Sss gaze sharpened, storm-grey eyes catching the fluorescent light. So you want to chase the truth for him. Yes, I admitted. But not only for him. Ive always felt that fire is tied to Erics disappearance. Ive been meaning to dig deeper for years. If I help Luca, maybe Ill find the answers Ive been searching for too. Ill help you. Ss said without hesitation. His tone was iron, the kind that didnt bend to refusal. I studied him, then gave a small nod. All right. The more eyes, the better. Evidence that old doesnt surface easily. Before I could say more, another voice cut in from across the hall. Or maybe I should be the one to help, sister. I stiffened. Turning, I found Kade standing at the threshold, his dark hair shadowing sharp features. His wolf aura filled the room before his body even did,ced with challenge. Kade, I said, surprised. Why are you here? I thought we werent meeting until tomorrow. I promised to take you around the city. He shrugged. Had nothing better to do. When I heard you were at the detention center, I decided to drop by. Whatever youre chasing, Ill help you. He hadnt overheard everything, so I repeated what Luca told me. Kade listened in silence, his jaw tightening Five years is a long time, he said finally. The ashes are cold. Still there might be traces left to follow. And if Aurora was beside Vice-Captain James when he copsed, watching him burn without lifting a hand, then she might know something. Maybe something shes not willing to say. My thoughts flickered. I had already considered that possibility. Aurora had been forced, live on the PackNet broadcast, to admit she had stood by, watching. Even if she knew more, the shame binding her 1:16 pm P pp. tongue would keep her silent. ?? s She wont talk, I murmured. Not after being humiliated in front of the packs. Shed never admit to anything that might vindicate Lucas father now. Then we investigate her too, Kade said tly. Every angle. If she holds even a fragment of the truth, well tear it out. I nodded slowly. That may be the only way. Looks like youre intent on protecting that boy. Kades tone softened slightly. I could find him a defense.wyer. One better than what the Whitmors are offering. Ss already assigned him one, I replied. Kade smirked. Have you forgotten my grandfathers lineage? I can bring him the best legal wolves in the Capital, the kind that leave Whitmor attorneys in the dust. Sss eyes narrowed, his aura ring just enough to prickle against my skin. The Whitmor legal corps are the best in the Capital. His voice was smooth but carried a razors edge. And just like that, the tension spiked. Two Alphas, circling, their dominance pressing heavy on the air. I rubbed my temples. Moon above, why could these two never breathe the same air without trying to w at each other? Later that day, I returned to Stormveil Packs Fifth Branch estate-the ce I still called home. The old house was ted for demolition under city expansionws, but every brick of it carried my familys scent. Every corner was a memory. The deed was in my name now. I knew I couldnt stop the demolition, but I could at least salvage what remained. I wanted to gather my parents belongings, the pieces of Erics life, and hold onto them before the wrecking crews erased everything. To my dismay, Ss and Kade insisted oning along. And so I found myself nked by two Alphas-both stripped of their usual airs, sleeves rolled, hands dusty -as they packed boxes beside me likemon movers. The image would have been amusing if not for the ache tightening my chest, One by one, relics of my family disappeared into cardboard. The air grew thick with dust, the silence broken only by the creak of wood and the rustle of paper. Then my eyes fell upon the photograph. A family portrait. My father, Arthur Thorne, stern but proud; my mother, Myra, with her quiet strength; Eric beside me, grinning with reckless joy. And me-smaller, smiling, na?ve. The sight hollowed me. My throat burned. For a heartbeat, I was that girl again, before fire and lies shattered everything. Freya. Sss voice brushed my car, low and concerned. 1:16 pm P pp. ?? s I blinked, hastily tucking the frame into a box. Its nothing. I lied, forcing my lips into a curve. Youve both been working hard. Ill grab us some water from the shop down the road. Before either of them could argue, I slipped out. Better to leave than let them see the weakness wing at
Ascension 213 Sss POV s When Freya stepped out of the old Thorne estates packing room, Kade and I were left alone amidst the scattered boxes and the smell of aged wood. I could feel the tension crackle between us, as sharp as the scent of blood on the wind. Our eyes locked, wolf to wolf, instinctively assessing dominance and threat. Shes still the same, Kade finally muttered, voice low but taunting. Even when shes hurting, she wont let anyone see it. Didnt you notice? She was staring at that family photo. Cant you sense it? I pressed my lips together, saying nothing. He wasnt wrong, but his familiarity with her-years of shared battles and mornings in the Iron Fang Recon Unit-gave him insight I could never im. I had only met Freya months ago. My connection with her was strong, yes, but surface-deeppared to Kades history. Kades smirk waszy, mocking. Youve barely scratched the surface of her. You dont know what she likes, what she tolerates, what she despises. Ive known her long enough to see through all that. And soon you might find yourself cast aside, Ss. Shell tire of you if you dont understand her. The words burned through me. My wolf growled low in my chest, the animal side recognizing the challenge. I hated that he had the history I didnt. Hated that he had seen her vulnerabilities, walked beside her while I was still learning to read her auras, her moods, the subtle shifts in her scent when she was uneasy. Jealousy coiled around me like a steel trap. I let the silence stretch, feeling the pulse of Kades wolf in the room, daring me to respond. And I did, sharp, cold, cutting: Then tell me, do you know how much she enjoys my body? Kade froze mid-breath. His eyes narrowed, a snarl threatening at the edges of his calm facade. What did you just say? I leaned back slightly, letting the words hang in the air like the scent of blood on a fresh kill. She likes me. And she likes my body. Our bond isnt superficial-its primal, deep. She trusts me, and I trust her. When the time is right, Ill ask her to be mine in every sense. Not just as a mate, but as my partner, my packmate for life. Kades jaw clenched. His wolfs aura red in response, hot, wild, furious. He stepped forward and grabbed my cor with an iron grip, pushing me back just enough to assert dominance. What did you do to her? His voice was a growl, human words barely containing his wolfs anger. I met his eyes evenly. She chooses what she wants, Kade. Any closeness, any intimacy-we share it because she wants it. Not because I demand it, not because you or anyone else could dictate it. My body, my bond, my care theyre hers as much as mine. And you youll never understand what its like to be loved by her like this. His eyes burned into me, raw fire, and I felt the surge of his wolf, the heat, the untamed instincts ready to strike. But even as his anger red, I stood firm. I wasnt intimidated. Not by him, not by anyone. You- he spat, voice cracking. I could hear the restraint in him, the effort it took not tosh out further. Just the thought of what Freya and I had shared-it ignited something uncontroble in him. Even though I knew our bond was mine, that he had no im, his instincts, his wolf, reacted the same way any wolf would to a rival staking im to a mate. 1:16 pm P P P s s Let me make one thing clear, I said, cutting through the tension. Freya and I will not be separated. Not by circumstance, not by your anger, not by anything. So dont waste your strength thinking you cane between us. Without warning, Kades fist shot forward. Reflexes honed from decades of hunting and fighting had me ready-but in that moment, Freya appeared in the doorway. Her voice rang like a bell through the tension, sharp andmanding: Stop! Kade froze, instinctively loosening his grip and stepping back. My check throbbed where his fist had grazed it, but I let it slide. Freyas wolf aura surged around her, protective, bounding, and somehow bothforting and scolding. Her eyes, steel-blue and unyielding, met mine. What happened? she demanded. She nced between us, reading the heat, the aggression, the primal challenge that had just unfolded. Kade hesitated. He couldnt bring himself to admit the truth-that he had been stirred by jealousy, by the words I had spoken, by the recognition that Freya had chosen me. It was humiliating, and yet inevitable. I raised a hand, brushing off the pain from my cheek. Nothing. Just Kade had a moment. Lets leave it at that. My wolf sniffed him cautiously, noting his simmering frustration. He was sharp, quick, intelligent, dangerousbut he would learn, eventually, that Freyas choice wasnt negotiable. She knelt beside me, pressing a cold bottle of water against my cheek. The relief was instant, the sting of heat and swelling softened by the chill. I allowed myself a small, wolfish exhale of gratitude. Kades eyes didnt leave me. His wolf simmered, restrained but barely. Youre really going to be with him? he said, voice quieter now, almost defeated, almost human. Yes, Freya answered inly, unwavering. I like him. Thats enough. I could see it in Kades posture-his jealousy, his anger, his longing-all coiling into something that would take time to unwind. But Freyas voice, her aura, her certainty it had calmed the storm, at least for now. She handed him a bottle of water too, her attempt to smooth over the tension tangible in the air. He took it silently, his jaw tight, wolf simmering beneath restraint. Together, the three of us-Freya, Kade, and I-continued the work of packing her ancestral estate. Hours passed with wood scraping, papers rustling, memories packed and stacked carefully. The air held the faint musk of old wood, of dust, of the lingering scent of her family, and my wolf was constantly alert, protective. Finally, when thest box was sealed, the arrangements made with the movingpany, Freya led us out. The city beyond the estate awaited, but for a few hours, the remnants of her past had been respected, contained, and prepared for the future. And I, Ss Whitmor, Alpha of Silverfang Pack, felt the steady pulse of my wolfs satisfaction-not only for protecting her, but for iming my ce at her side, recognized and chosen, against any rival, against any stormm 1:16 pm P pp. Ascension 214 Freyas POV s I had excused myself to the restroom. The chill of the air-conditioning brushed against my skin, and I was only halfway through when a familiar scent made me freeze. Jocelyn Thorne. I turned, and our eyes met. Her expression was a mixture of surprise and thinly veiled resentment. She hadnt expected to see me here, not at this upscale restaurant. But the surprise quickly morphed into something darker-hatred simmering just beneath the surface. Her face hardened as her wolf recognized the truth before her human mind could fully process it: I had risen while she had faltered. In the blink of a season, she had gone from the darling of the Stormveil Packs Metropolitan branch to someone scorned, her influence waning visibly within the family and the business. The Whispering Hall of the Thorne family-our ancestral seat-might have kept its ancient prestige, but in the corporate corridors of the Ironhold Consortium, her authority was evaporating. Important meetings no longer included her, and even those who had once fawned over her now looked at her with. thinly disguised contempt. Some had even said outright, their words dripping venom: Jocelyn Thorne, you really think youre still the familys princess? It was Ss Whitmor behind you all along. Without him, what are you worth? I had seen the subtle way her pack members auras withdrew from her, the way their support had be lukewarm. But Jocelyn had refused to ept it. She had tried, desperately, to leverage her connections with the other young heirs of Ashbourne, the moneyed second-generation wolves, hoping to consolidate influence and salvage her projects. She wanted everyone to see that she still had power-even without Ss, she could still dominate, or so she thought. Yet here we were, intersecting paths at a restaurant in the Capital, and the roles had inverted entirely. Her scent was sharp, strained with envy and defensiveness, while I moved calmly, wolf and human aligned, grounded in the strength of my own pack, my own choices, and my bond with Ss. You think that because Ss stands behind you, you can be reckless? she hissed, stepping closer, her words cutting. You really think you deserve him? You can fly a ne, you can handle yourself inbat -but so what? The Whitmore Pack doesntck capable pilots or bodyguards. I leveled my gaze at her, cold, the scent of my wolf rising subtly to reinforce my presence. So, youve turned Ss support for you into a weapon, a way to feel secure? Why do you need someone else to back you, Jocelyn? I am me. I have never relied on anyone to validate my worth. And as for deserving anyone. if one must measure love or attachment by deserve, then life itself is too sad a game to y. I could see her wolf bristle, ws of fury unsheathed. Her nostrils red, and her chest rose and fell with a mix of indignation and panic. Youre fooling yourself if you think it willst! One day, hell abandon you just like he would anyone else! I didnt have time to respond, because Ss presence shifted the air like a pack alpha asserting dominance. His voice, deep and dangerous, cut across the corridor. That day will nevere, Jocelyn. And if you continue speaking to Freya like this, I promise you, you will have no ce in Ashbourne, nowhere to hide. I could see her flinch, startled by the sudden appearance of Ss at my side, his aura coiling and protective. Kade lingered just behind him, his wolf simmering, tense, but controlled. Jocelyns fear was s palpable now, though it quickly mutated into something darker-jealousy, sharp as the edge of a fang. Why would Ss protect me so fiercely? She hadnt given him anything-hadnt sacrificed, hadnt bled, hadnt risked herself for him the way she imed to have. And yet here he was, alpha and packmate, defending me against her venom. Her nostrils red, teeth lightly bared in frustration. Ss, she spat, stepping closer, defiance masking the underlying panic, what good is Freya to you? Shes a divorced woman! What can she sacrifice for you? An eye? A limb? Nothing. She wouldnt dare! Ss didnt flinch. He leaned slightly forward, his wolf in his chest bristling, every line of his body radiating authority. I dont need her to sacrifice anything for me. And her being divorced? Thats nothing but a fortunate circumstance-it gave me the chance to be at her side. As for you His voice sharpened, cutting like a de. Your so-called sacrificethe eye you unt-was never for me. It was because you had no other choice, no strength to resist, no wolf of your own to protect you. Her mouth opened, a protest forming, but I could hear the cracks in her confidence, her wolfs fear and frustration mingling with her human arrogance. Thats not true! Even if I could, I wouldnt leave you behind! Ss amber eyes glinted with memory, wolf instinct coiling tightly around each word. Would you have stayed? At the time, I begged you not to go. And yet you fled anyway, scrambling to escape. You abandoned me. Jocelyn. That is the difference between her and you. I watched silently, my own wolf rising in protective pride, sensing the pulse of tension, the history, the dominance and submission dynamics ying out. Jocelyns posture faltered, human pride wrestling with the truth her wolf could sense but her ego refused to admit. I was too young to understand, but my feelings were real! she cried. I loved you, Ss! Ive loved you for years-how can Freyapare? Ss let out a low, resonant snort, wolf and human in perfect sync. Love? You never understood what love means. When challenged, you abandoned. Freya never would. That is the difference. The subtle shift in the air was palpable as he turned his attention to me, amber eyes softening, the raw wolf energy behind them tempered by loyalty, by trust, by bond. I felt it wash over me like a tide- protective, possessive, unshakable. He nced at me once more, voice calmer but firm: Lets return to the table. The food is getting cold. 1:16 pm P PPS. Ascension 215 Third Persons POV s Freya cast a brief nce at Jocelyn, whose face was pale and drawn, and then nodded slightly. She shifted her gaze toward Kade, who was leaning casually against the wall nearby. And you? she asked. Ill be back to the private room after a quick stop, Kade repliedzily, his tone smooth but carrying an underlying edge of danger. Freya didnt press further. She and Ss moved toward the private dining area, the air between them calm, taut with the silent confidence of two wolves aware of their shared territory. Meanwhile, Kade approached Jocelyn, whose posture stiffened instantly, her wolf bristling against the pressure radiating from him. Her instinct screamed at her to retreat, and she took a cautious step back. Kade smiled, a slow, predatory curl of his lips, and then reached forward to grasp Jocelyns face. His fingers pressed dangerously close to the scarred eye she had lost years ago, remnants of a reckless confrontation at the Stormveil Primal Hall. The venom in his voice slithered like a serpents tongue. You you. This is the woman who once tripped my sister at the gates of the Stormveil Primal Hall, kept her from entering, wasnt it? Because of Ss Whitmor, you sacrificed an eye, right? Kades tone was teasing, but beneath it lurked a lethal promise. Jocelyns breath hitched. Every nerve in her body screamed at the touch of his fingers near her remaining eye. Her wolf trembled, snarling silently, warning of the predators proximity. Do you believe me? Kade continued, tightening his grip just slightly. If you ever dare speak another word against Freya Thorne, your other eye might not survive either. Fear flooded Jocelyns amber eyes. She stammered, Y-you cant if you do that, youll go to prison! Kade chuckled softly, the sound dark, wolfish, carrying the weight of controlled violence. Try me. Lets see whether I end up behind bars first, or your eye disappears. Jocelyns teeth chattered. Even Ss, at his most audacious, had never felt like this-a slow, creeping terror of absolute power, the kind that Kade radiated effortlessly. Her pride, her arrogance, melted into a cold sweat. P-please I wont say another word about Freya Her voice was weak, pleading. She could sense the truth in Kades threat-this was no idle bluff. Finally, he released her, stepping back toward the sink to casually wash his hands, as if the previous exchange had been nothing more than a minor inconvenience. I hope you remember what was said here today, he muttered, Jocelyn retreated to the private room where her friends were seated. She pushed open the door, but the reception was far from warm. Their smiles were absent, reced with mockery and thinly veiled scorn. Looks like youve lost your anchor, Jocelyn, one of them sneered. I was wondering why youve been so desperate to gather ustely, another added, Turns out its because youre out of power in the Thorne family. 1:16 pm s A third chimed in, voiceced with mockery, So thats why youre rushing to start some project, huh? nning to use us as stepping stones? Thats ambitious, isnt it? Theughter and jabs hit Jocelyn like icy water, a visceral reminder of how fragile her social standing had be. She had alwaysmanded attention, wielded influence with a subtle nce or a whispered word-but now, stripped of Ss backing, she was exposed, vulnerable, a wolf without a pack. One of her supposed friends, Martong, stepped forward, her expression one of thinly veiled triumph. Sorry, Jocelyn, I overheard your conversation with Ss in the corridor, she said, her voice mock-sweet. We all heard it. And honestly why didnt you tell us sooner? Jocelyns mouth opened, ready to protest. I Before she could finish, Martong grabbed a bottle of wine from the table and emptied it over her. Jocelyn froze, the warm liquid soaking her hair and clothes, a humiliating, public act. You should have told us earlier! Martong snapped, stepping back with a smirk. Jocelyn stared at her, disbelief flooding her senses. Y-you what are you saying? Martongs scorn was tant, wolfish in its intensity. Jocelyn, you really thought we stayed close to you because of you? Dont be ridiculous. You were just a private daughter once, trying to im a spot here among us. The only reason we humored you was because of your connection to Ss Whitmor. But now that hes clearly no longer invested in you, what are you worth? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Theughter that followed was cruel, echoing off the walls of the private room like the howl of mocking wolves. Jocelyn stood there, drenched, humiliated, and utterly alone. In that moment, she was a spectacle, a fallen wolf exposed to the pack she had once believed she led. Freya watched from the corridors edge, her wolf instinct throbbing in tune with her human awareness. Ss had been beside her moments ago, unyielding, protective, a presence that could crush threats and enforce boundaries with nothing more than posture and scent. Jocelyn, by contrast, was revealed for what she had always been: human frailty cloaked in the illusion of dominance, now stripped away. And yet, in this crucible of social and pack dynamics, one thing remained absolute-Freya and Ss were aligned, their wolves intertwined, their territory, their influence, and their bond unchallenged. Anyone who dared to test them would find that crossing them was far more dangerous than Jocelyn or her so- called friends could imagine. 1:16 pm P Ascension 216 Freyas POV s I studied Ss carefully, taking in the fading redness along his cheek, the split at the corner of his lips, and, almost instinctively, I checked his teeth. Kades punch had not been gentle. The Iron Fang Recon Unit operative wasnt someone who held back, and Ss had taken that full force. From now on, I said, my voice soft but firm, no matter who tries to hit you, dont just stand there and take it. Dodge at least. Ss gave a small nod, a grin tugging at the corner of his bruised mouth. Alright. But if its you who hits me He hesitated, then added, I wont dodge. Ill let you hit me all you want. Iughed lightly, shaking my head. And why would I hit you? He looked down, his darkshes trembling as he tried to figure out how to say what he meant. Maybe because Ive done something wrong? I arched an eyebrow. Like what? His words faltered. How could he tell me this like what without sounding foolish? Without revealing all the things he carried in the shadows of his past? Then, without warning, he leaned forward, his arms wrapping around my waist. I was standing while he was sitting, so his face naturally pressed against my abdomen. His voice was low, urgent, and tinged with vulnerability. If if I ever do something wrong again, and youre angry with me, you can hit me, scold me do whatever you need. But please please dont ever leave me. Can you promise that? The desperation in his whisper tugged at my chest. His wolf, I knew, mirrored the intensity of his plea- every instinct, every sinew radiating a need for connection. If you know something is wrong, then dont do it, I said gently. But what if its already done? Or maybe I didnt even realize it was wrong at the time? His hands tightened around me slightly. Before I met you, Freya, I wasnt a good man. I didnt care about anything -didnt care if people lived or died but He paused, his voice softer now. I will be a better man, from now on. So no matter what I did before, will you forgive me? I studied him, seeing the anxiety, the uncertainty, the rare sh of urgency in his gaze. It was like my answer was the axis on which his world turned. And yet, why was he so concerned with whether I could forgive him for the past? I pressed my lips together, considering. As long as what you did didnt betray the Pack, didnt go against justice, didnt harm innocents then yes. Even if you truly made mistakes, I can forgive you. I could see it then-the relief washing over him, subtle but palpable. Ss exhaled sharply and pulled me closer. Thank you Freya Thank you for forgiving me. In the days that followed, I moved the belongings from our old estate to my apartment in the Capital. 1:16 pm P PPS. s When I left the apartment for thest time, I cast a nce back at the empty space, hoping that the next time I returned, it would be with Eric. Later. I took Kade and Ss around some of Ashbournes renownedndmarks. Ss insisted oning along, and I couldnt argue with him. Kade, naturally, couldnt resist teasing. Really, Ss Whitmor, Alpha of the Irond Coalition, just strolling around the city like a tourist? No urgentpany matters? Kades voice was sharp with mockery. Ss shot back, cool and calm, Better than letting thew firms messes sit unsolved, as you were suggesting, Kade. You still have the nerve to talk about the firm? Kade growled, eyes narrowing. Those disasters werent my fault-they were yours! If you cant manage even minor issues, maybe its better to close the firm early. Ss replied evenly. I sat at the wheel, the two of them in the backseat, arguing like two wolves tussling over territory. Ss and Kade had initially wanted to drive, but both insisted I ride shotgun. Preferring quiet, I simply drove, cing them behind me. We arrived at Ashbournes ancient city walls. The massive stones rose like silent sentinels, scars of centuries etched into their surface. I led them out of the car, toward a sprawling old oak beside the walls. Theres a wishing tree here, I said. Peoplee and pray under it. They say its effective. Both Ss and Kades expressions shifted subtly, a faint weight settling over them, as if they each contemted their own unspoken desires. Come on, I said, moving toward the tree. Ss and Kade exchanged a nce, then followed. I stood beneath the sprawling branches, fingertips inteced, eyes closed. My wolf stirred with the age-old rhythm of ritual and hope, beating in time with my human heart. If wishes could truly be realized. I prayed to find Eric soon. Kade tilted his head toward the tree, a ghost of a smirk on his lips, though his eyes betrayed fleeting doubt. He shook his head, amused at his own thoughts-he had never believed in such things. Ss, on the other hand, mirrored my gesture, fingers entwined, eyes tightly shut. For the briefest moment, I glimpsed a different side of him: a man not defined by power or fear, but by hope and longing. I opened my eyes and turned, catching Sss gaze meeting mine. Youre making a wish too? I asked. After all, someone like him-Alpha of the Irond Coalition- should have everything he could ever want. Why would he need a wish? Sss eyes softened, the steel tempered with warmth. I wish that we grow old together. I blinked, taken aback, and Kade frowned, voice sharp with disbelief. You two have only been together for a short time.. and youre already talking about growing old together? I felt a gentle warmth in my chest, watching him-the man who had weathered darkness and violence, 1:17 pm s now showing me this rare, fragile vulnerability. My wolf stirred, not with doubt, but with the steady rhythm of trust, of belonging. Ascension 217 Third Persons POV Ss ignored Kades sharpCedged taunts, his gaze fixed solely on Freya. His voice was low, but it carried the weight of ironCd resolve. This life. Ss said, eyes never wavering from her face, the only one I want to grow old with is Freya. There has never been another, and there never will be. Kade gave a derisive snort, wolf aura flickering around him with contempt. Bold words. Hearts change. Youve only known my sister for a handful of months, yet you im that for the rest of your life there will be no one else? What happens if the two of you split? Are you saying youll never take another woman into your bed? The air between them bristled with challenge, dominance sparking like flint striking steel. But Ss remained unshaken. His expression stayed calm, voice steady, yet there was a flinty sharpness in it that spoke of oath more than boast. There will never be another, he said. Then, with sudden finality, he added, And Freya and I will never split. Thest words rang with the force of a vow, hard and irrevocable. To Ss, the thought of separation wasnt just painfulCit was annihtion. If he lost her, he knew he would be nothing more than a walking husk, a shadow stripped of purpose. Kade opened his mouth to retort, but Freya cut him off before the sparks could be fire. Thats enough. Weve seen enough for one day. Lets go back. Her tone softened as she nced at her younger packCbrother. Kade, Ill be returning to the Capital in a few days. If you want to stay in Ashbourne, thats up to you, but- Youre going back to the Capital? Kades wolf aura faltered for a moment, the words striking him harder than Sss deration. Freya nodded. Yes. The affairs here are finished. Tomorrow Ill stop by Stormveil Primal Hall to pay respects to Grandfather Ken, and then Ill make preparations to leave. Then Ill go with you, Kade said at once, determination sparking in his tone. Later that evening, when they were alone, Ss spoke with the same fierce determination. Ill go with you as well. Freya frowned slightly. But your work- Ashbournes coastal development has been negotiated. What remains can be managed by the Irond branch leaders, Ss said. His jaw tightened. I wont risk being separated from you, not now. Distance invites danger. And besides He hesitated, then allowed his voice to soften, you only like me now, Freya. Thats not enough. I want you to love me. The longer Im with you, the sooner that will happen. Freyas lips curved faintly, but she didnt argue. Instead, she mentioned quietly, Tomorrow Ill see Grandfather Ken. He wanted to glimpse Erics face at least once more. Ill bring the photos you gave me of my brother. Ss inclined his head. Ill make sure theyre ready. The following morning, Ss apanied Freya back to the Thorne estate on the outskirts of Ashbourne. The ancestral manor, once the Stormveil Packs proudest seat, bore the weight of centuries and countless scars. Because Ken Thornes health was failing, Ss remained in the reception hall, allowing Freya to visit her grandfathers chamber alone. When Freya entered, she found Jocelyn already at the old Alphas bedside, fussing with a tray of medicine and water. Jocelyns eyes narrowed the instant she saw Freya, irritation shing across her face. Freya, youre here, Ken rasped from the bed. Though his frame had grown frail and his skin pallid, his eyes held the same sharpness that had oncemanded Stormveils armies. Grandfather, how are you feeling today? Freya asked, her voice gentle. Ken chuckled softly. The same as any old wolf near hisst winter. Time weighs heavy, child. Bute, let me look at you. Then he turned to Jocelyn. Jocelyn, leave us. I want a moment alone with Freya. For a flicker, Jocelyns eyes burned with naked resentment. She had been at Kens side for years, but no matter how dutiful she was, the old Alpha still favored FreyaCthe daughter of fallen warriors Arthur and Myra Thorne. That bloodline, that sacrifice, it would always outshine her. Suppressing her bitterness, Jocelyn forced a smile. Yes, Grandfather. She gathered the tray and departed. But as she stepped into the corridor, she overheard a servant whispering that Alpha Ss was waiting in the reception hall. Jocelyns pulse quickened. Her life had grown unbearable since losing the Whitmore backing. The same friends who once fawned over her now mocked and shunned her. The only way to restore her ce, her luxury, was to make Ss turn back to her. Desperation spurred her forward. She smoothed her dress, inhaled, and entered the hall. Ss stood near the hearth, broad shoulders tense, his aura restrained but still unmistakably Alpha. Alpha Ss, Jocelyn called softly, her voice trembling with practiced remorse. Ive wanted to see you. About that night at the restaurant I was wrong. I shouldnt have said those things. Please, forgive me. His gaze shifted to her, cold and distant as winter steel. Theres nothing left between us, Jocelyn. Nothing to forgive. The words were t, final. Jocelyns throat tightened. NoCshe couldnt let it end there. Is it because of that night long ago? she pressed, her tone almost frantic. Because I ran? I was just a child, Ss. Afraid. My instincts made me flee, thats all! I didnt mean to abandon you. But his eyes remained as cold as a frozenke. Whatever she said, it bounced off armor that would never yield. Freya, Jocelyn spat suddenly, venom seeping into her tone. You think she wouldnt abandon you if danger came? Do you think shes any different from me? For the first time, a flicker of warmth entered Sss gaze. Yes, he said, voice steady as stone. She wouldnt. The tenderness in his eyes as he spoke Freyas name made Jocelyns stomach twist with rage. You trust her that much? she demanded, almost a scream. I do. His voice turned to ice again, sharp enough to cut. And hear me, JocelynCunless absolutely necessary, do not show yourself before me again. Your debt has been paid in blood. The Whitmores covered for your cowardice for nearly twenty years. That is more than enough. His words struck like ws to her chest. Jocelyn staggered, eyes burning with unshed tears and venomous fury. Yet even through her hatred, she could see the truth: Sss loyalty, his bond, his heartCwere already bound elsewhere. Bound to Freya Thorne. Ascension 218 Freyas POV I turned my focus back to Grandfather Ken, who sat propped against his pillows, frail yet steady. I pulled out the old photographs of my brother Eric and ced them into his trembling hands. One by one, he studied them, his cloudy eyes sharpening with recognition and longing. I told him stories as he looked, memories of Ericsughter, his stubborn streak, the way his wolf had always carried itself with quiet strength. When I find him, I whispered, hope hardening into a vow, Ill bring him here myself. Youll see him with your own eyes. Grandfathers breath shuddered. He looked at Erics face in the photo as though willing it into flesh and blood. I dont know if Illst long enough. You will, I said quickly, gripping his hand. It wont be long. Ill bring him back soon. Youll meet him againI swear it. A faint smile curved his lips, his voice low but firm. Then Ill hold on until that day. For a few quiet moments, there was peace in his aura. But then his gaze flicked to me, sharper, older than the body it inhabited. Freya, he rasped, youre with Alpha Ss now, arent you? I hesitated, then nodded. Yes. Be cautious. His tone was grave. Men like him think in depths you cannot always see. He carries the blood of Whitmore. His father I remember him well. A man who wed at what he wanted with ruthless hands. He tore apart a rival, destroyed a lover, to win his mate. My wolf bristled. I cut him off sharply. Grandfather! Ss is not his father. Dontpare them. Kens eyes softened, regret flickering there. Perhaps I judge too harshly. The boy does look at you differently than his father ever looked at anyone. Maybe this time, history wont repeat itself. I clung to that thought. Because I wanted to believe it. By the time I left his chamber, nearly an hour had passed. My thoughts churned, heavy with +10 Free Coins both hope and unease. Would Ss be growing impatient in the great hall, waiting? I hurried my steps- And froze. The manor corridors pulsed with rm. Servants rushed past, their voices a frantic buzz. Somethings happened in the great hall! Alpha SsChes with Lady Jocelyn- My stomach plunged. Ss? With Jocelyn? Fear spiked, sharp as silver through my chest. I broke into a run, my boots hammering against the stone floor. When I burst into the hall, the air stank of chaos. Servants sprawled across the floor, groaning, clutching at bruises. Their scents were sharp with fear. And at the center of it- Ss. My mate stood wildCeyed, chest heaving, his aura a storm gone feral. His hand was wrapped around Jocelyns throat, lifting her clear off the ground, mming her against the wall. Her legs kicked helplessly, her face bleaching to ash as her lips mouthed soundless pleas. Ss! My voice cracked the air like a whip. But he didnt hear me. His eyesCthose dark, steady eyesCwere unfocused, pupils blown wide. Jocelyns struggles weakened, her wolfs aura sputtering. She was seconds from copse. I lunged forward. Ss, let go! Now! No response. His wolf was in control, and it wasnt recognizing friend from foe. My pulse roared in my ears as I grabbed his arm, trying to wrench his hand free. For one terrible second, it workedCJocelyn dropped like a rag doll, gasping for breath. But then his wolf snapped to me. And attacked. Ss! I stumbled back, blocking his blow with my forearm. His strength crashed into me, jarring bone. He came at me again, like a beast driven mad, each strike aimed to tear, not to 210 spar. Ss, look at me! I shouted, ducking, dodging, my wolf ring beneath my skin. Its Freya! Stop! But he didnt stop. His wolf only snarled and pressed harder. Gritting my teeth, I shifted my stance. At thest second, I spun, seized his momentum, and mmed him against the wall. The impact shuddered through us both. I pinned him there, my breath ragged, my muscles screaming. And thenCfinallyCsomething flickered. His eyes wavered, the madness thinning. Freya? Yes! Relief burst through me. Its me. Im here. He blinked, his pupils narrowing back to normal. His chest heaved, his aura spasming between fury and control. The scent His voice rasped, desperate. Bind me. Bind my hands. Before I hurt you- His body trembled violently, fighting to keep himself from lunging again. That was when I noticed it. The cloying, unnatural perfume that clung to the air. Not mine. Not Sss. Jocelyns. A bitter, sweetened scentCan aphrodisiac oil twisted for wolves, designed to unbnce even an Alpha. Snarling, I ripped Sss tie from his neck and bound his wrists tight. He didnt resist, only sagged into me, still trembling, but yielding. Once I was sure he couldntsh out, I rounded on Jocelyn. She was on the floor, coughing violently, her face mottled red and white. I stalked toward her, fury snapping in my aura, my wolfs growl rumbling beneath my skin. What did you do to him? My voice cut like fangs. That stenchCyou reek of it. What did you use on Ss?. Her eyes darted away, panic shing before she smothered it. I I didnt do anything! Freya, dont me me without proof! Liar! I snarled, my wolf rising, ws itching beneath my skin. You doused yourself in poison and thought you could bind him with it. You almost killed him! Ascension 219 Third Persons POV Ssy slumped against the highCbacked chair, his broad chest heaving, sweat dripping down his temples. His face was contorted in anguish, and the veins along his temple pulsed as though something monstrous pressed from within. His eyes remained closed, but the tension rolling off him was undeniableChis wolf fought for control. Freyas fury burned in her chest as she knelt by his side, her gaze sweeping the room until it fixed on Jocelyn. Barely an hour ago she had left Ss, and now she returned to find him reduced to thisCa powerful Alpha writhing, consumed by torment. The sight ignited something feral inside her. Jocelyn scrambled weakly across the floor, but before she could rise, Freya stepped forward, her boot pressing down hard against her cousins back. The weight of a wolf blessed by the Bloodmoon Pack pressed her t, grinding her ribs against the marble floor. Jocelyns breath hitched, and a strangled cry broke from her lips. Jocelyn, Freyas voice was low, a growl vibrating beneath every word, I will ask you one more timeCwhat did you do to him? And what is that scent on you? The sharpmand reverberated through the chamber, making even the air feel heavier. Jocelyn writhed beneath Freyas heel, but the pressure was relentless, as if the entire Iron Fang Recon Unit bore down upon her spine. Dont just stand there! Jocelyn screeched toward the servants clustered at the edges of the hall. Pull her off meCnow! But the servants only shifted uneasily, eyes darting toward Sss trembling frame. None dared move closer. They all knew Jocelyns standing had plummeted within the Thorne family, while Freyast scion of the Stormveil Packs fifth branch, whose bloodline had given its all in sacrificeCwas favored by the elders. Even the lowest servants whispered in admiration of her resilience, her defiance, her wolf. Their hesitation only fed Jocelyns rage. Her cheeks flushed scarlet, eyes burning with humiliation. You think you can shame me like this? Freya Thorne, if you dare humiliate me again, I swear- Her words cut off with a gasp as Freya leaned harder, driving her boot between Jocelyns shoulder des. Listen to me, Jocelyn, Freyas tone dropped to a cold snarl, eyes zing like winter me. If you dont tell me exactly what you did, and Ss suffers because of it, I will see to it that every day of your life bes a nightmare. You will beg me for mercy that will nevere. The weight increased; Jocelyn felt her spine strain, fear prickling down her limbs like ice. Freyas wolf was in her gaze now, wild and merciless, and Jocelyn knewCif she refused, Freya truly would crush her into the floor. Fine! Jocelyns voice cracked, trembling under the pressure. ICI only sprayed perfume! Nothing else! I swear it! Freyas lip curled in contempt. Perfume? Then why is he like this? Her voice cracked like a whip. Why does an Alpha of his strength writhe as if his very soul is being torn apart? Jocelyns face drained of color, her mind flitting to the memory that haunted her as much as it haunted him. Its its just the same fragrance his mother used. The one she wore the night she died. I didnt know- Freya froze, shock breaking through her fury for the briefest instant. Sss mother. She knew of the tragedy that had scarred him, the bloodstains upon the Whitmor legacy. The memory of her suicide had never healed, and the scent tied to that night was his deepest wound. And Jocelyn had deliberately cloaked herself in it. Freyas blood turned to steel. She couldnt waste another heartbeat here. Ss needed her. She hauled him to his feet with surprising strength, guiding his trembling body toward the door. He leaned heavily against her, every staggered breath cutting into her chest. Without another word, she swept from the room, leaving chaos in her wake. The grand hall fell silent but for Jocelyns ragged breathing. She pushed herself upright, hair wild, eyes burning with hate as she turned her re on the servants. Staring at me like that? she spat, shaking with fury and fear. Do your jobs or be gone! The servants quickly lowered their gazes, but one knelt to gather papers scattered across the polished floor. Among themy a handful of photographs. Wait, Jocelyn snapped, eyes narrowing. Whats that? The servant stammered, holding the glossy prints aloft. These they fell from Lady Freyas pocket when she carried Alpha Ss away. Jocelyn snatched them greedily, her breath quickening as her eyes flicked over the images. Photos, clutched close to Freyas heart, secreted so near to her even in moments of chaos. Her lips curved into a bitter smile. So, she carries these with her everywhere There were only three photos that fell. All three showed the same man. In two of the photos, he was wearing a military uniform, and in one, he was shirtless, training. Jocelyns eyes narrowed suddenly, staring at the hideous scar on the mans shoulder. This scar looked familiar to her, as if she had seen it somewhere before! Ascension 220 Freyas POV I drove as fast as the tires could bite into the asphalt, my hands clenched white on the wheel. Sss body shook in the passenger seat, sweat slicking his temple, his breath ragged like a wolf cornered and ready to break. By the time I pulled us into the Irond Coalitions private hospital wing, my heart was pounding so hard I thought it might tear through my ribs. Doctors swarmed him the moment I dragged him inside. They struggled against his thrashing until the sedative took hold. Only when the needle emptied into his vein did his body finally surrender, falling heavy and still against the white sheets. I didnt even realize my hands were trembling until I saw them stained with the sheen of his sweat. The door burst open. Wren hurried inside, still pale from his own injuries. He had been caught in the crossfire weeks ago when assassins came for Ss. He should have been in bed, but here he was, halfChealed and wildCeyed. Wren, you shouldnt be here, I told him, rising from Sss bedside. Your wounds- 99 Im fine, he cut me off, though I could see the stiffness in his movements. His gaze darted immediately to the unconscious Alpha. What happened? Why is Alpha Ss here? He lost control, I said, the words sticking in my throat. Because of a scent. A perfume. The doctors say hell stabilize when the sedative wears off. Wrens eyes widened. His jaw tightened like a steel trap. Perfume? Dont tell me it was that scent? I stilled. You mean the one tied to his mothers death? His stare snapped to me, sharp with disbelief. You know about it? I forced it out of Jocelyn. My voice dropped lower, almost a growl. The memory of pressing my boot into her back still lingered in my muscles. She sprayed herself with it on purpose. The color drained from Wrens face. That woman dared He shook his head, anger warring with dread. Only a handful of people know how badly that scent affects him. Jocelyn mustve stumbled on it by chanceCbecause the form should have been destroyed when the Whitmores bought out thepany. Ss ordered it erased from existence. Destroyed or not, she had it. My gaze flicked back to the bed, where Ssy trapped in the have to. I want to know who sold it to her. Wren nodded grimly. Ill see to it. Supply Chains 1 But I couldnt stop myself from asking the question wing at me. Tell me the truth. Back thenCwhen he was younger. What happened when he caught the scent? Wren hesitated, his voice rough when he finally answered. No. He wasnt violent, not then. When the memories struck, he copsed. Terrified. Hed cling to whoever was near, trembling like a child. Sometimes hed even turn the fear inward, hurt himself. But it was never like this. Never murderous rage. I frowned, unease gnawing at me. The Ss I faced tonight had been nothing like the boy Wren described. His wolf hadnt soughtfortCit hadshed out, savage and brutal, fingers crushing Jocelyns throat. Why? Because he was older now? Because his wolf had grown stronger, more feral with the years? Or was there something elseCsomething darkerCfeeding this new reaction? I pressed for details, and Wren told me the story I had only pieced together in fragments: Sss mothers death, the broken ss vial of perfume, the way that scent embedded itself into his nightmares. How, three yearster, hed copsed when he smelled it again. How it happened more than once until the Whitmores finally stamped out the form itself. And now Jocelyn had weaponized it. I clenched my fists. She thought she could trap him, trick him into clinging to her in desperation. She hadnt expected his wolf to bare its fangs instead. If I had been a minuteter, I might have found her lifeless under his hands. Hours passed in sterile silence. The scent of antiseptic burned my nose, but beneath it I caught the faintest trace of hisCiron and cedar, buried deep beneath the drugs. Ss hadnt stirred in over six hours. The doctors said two more, maybe three, and he would wake. I meant to step out, to ssh water on my face, to wash away the tension wing at my skin. But then his voice broke the stillness. No His lips moved, low and broken. Dont leave me please dont abandon me. I froze midCstep, every hair on my body prickling. I turned back. He was still asleep, eyes closed, but his brow was furrowed, his head twitching against the pillow. Sweat glistened fresh across his forehead. A nightmare. I moved to him, standing at the edge of the bed, my chest aching. For all his power, all hismand as Alpha of the Irond Coalition, right now he looked unbearably human- stripped raw by whatever darkness haunted him. I lifted my hand to wipe the sweat from his temple. But before I could touch him, his eyes snapped open. Golden fire zed in his gaze, but it was unfocused, wild. His hand shot out, seizing my wrist in a bruising grip. Ss- I didnt finish. In a single surge of motion, he pulled me down, twisting me beneath him. The world tilted, and suddenly I was pinned against the mattress. His knees pressed into either side of my hips, caging me in. His hands shackled my wrists to the bed, his breath hot and uneven above me. His fingers trembled, yet his grip was unyielding. I stared up into his eyes. He was looking at me, but not truly seeing me. The focus wasnt there -only the raw, animal edge of panic. His chest heaved. His aura crashed over me, thick and suffocating, but threaded with something I hadnt expected. Not violence. Not lust. Fear. Dont leave me His voice cracked, broken as a childs. Its so dark. Im afraid. Blood. Too much blood My throat tightened, the sound cutting me like ws. The strongest Alpha I had ever knownCterrifying, relentless Ss WhitmorCshaking above me like a boy lost in his own nightmare. Ascension 221 Freyas POV In his muttering I heard it: his fathers voice, cruel and sharp. No use. A worthless tool has no right to exist. The words he must have carried all his life. I stared up at him, at the face contorted by despair, and fury kindled in meCnot at him, but at those who had made him this way. Ss Whitmor, I said firmly, fighting his spiraling madness with my own vow. I wont leave you. Do you hear me? I will never leave you. Over and over I repeated it, pouring every shred of will into my words until hisshes trembled. Focus bled back into his eyes. Slowly, agonizingly, he returned from that abyss. Freya His voice cracked, and the iron grip on my wrists trembled. You didnt hurt me, I told him quickly, sensing his horror rising. You only held me. Nothing more. His gaze flicked to where his hands still shackled me. Logic told him to release meCbut I saw the fear there, the unwillingness to let go. So I leaned closer, my voice gentler. I wont abandon you. Not now, not ever. Youre my mate, Ss. Mine. He flinched, and finallyCreluctantlyChis fingers uncurled. My wrists were free, but I didnt shove him away. Instead, I wrapped my arms around his tense frame, drawing him down against me. You dreamed of darkness and blood, didnt you? I murmured. Next time, you dont face it alone. Ill be there. And if I ever cross paths with your father again, Ill break him until he cant breathe. For a moment he was still. Then, like a dam breaking, his body sagged. His head dropped into the hollow of my shoulder, his lips brushing my skin as he whispered, As long as youre here.. I can face anything. His voice softened into a vow that shivered through me: Just dont leave me. I tightened my hold. Never. The next morning, Ss walked free of the hospital. Hismand to Wren was absolute: 1/ turice COMS Find the source of Jocelyns perfume. Destroy it. If the Stormveil Pack shelters her in theirpany, the Whitmors will sever every tic. It was a death sentence to Jocelyns standing. No pack would trade her favor for the wrath of the Irond Alpha. Later, as we spoke in private, he tried to mask his shame. I thought the healers had cured me. I thought I was stronger than this. You must have seen how ugly I looked, Freya. Not ugly, I answered simply. Haunted. But Ill be here when the ghosts rise. They dont get to win. His reply was a quiet, Good, but the way his shoulders ceased told me my words mattered more than he could ever admit. On the third day, I boarded the flight back to the Capital with Ss and Kade at my side. At the arrival gate, Lana leaned against a pir, watching us approach. She whistled low under her breath. Well, damn. Freya Thorne walks off a ne with not one, but two Alphas at her nk. You trying to start a riot, girl? Heat red in my cheeks, though I masked it with a re. Ss only smirked faintly, while Kade rolled his eyes at the attention their presence stirred among the crowd. We ended up at a restaurant together, the four of us drawing stares like moths to me. Ss and Kade carried the kind of raw maism that made every sheCwolf in the room lean closer. I barely tasted the food, distracted by the sharp eyes fixed on us. Then I swallowed a bite of fish, and nausea rolled through me like a wave. My hand shot to my mouth. Whats wrong? Lana asked immediately, brows arched. Just an old stomach problem, I managed. But she tilted her head, lips quirking. Stomach problem? Or could it be youre pregnant? The word hit the table like thunder. Kades chopsticks ttered from his hand. His face froze in shock. And SsCSss gaze whipped to me, pupils dting, a hundred emotions warring in his expression. I swallowed hard, my pulse a drumbeat in my ears. Ascension 222 Third Persons POV Kades eyes widened, his wolf ring with raw instinct as he fixed his gaze on Freya. Freya are you pregnant? he demanded, his voice edged with disbelief and fear. Freya froze. Im not- But before she could finish, Kade was already on his feet, seizing Ss by the cor with a ferocity that rattled the table. How dare you? Kade roared, his fists trembling with rage. What vile trick did you use on her, Ss? Did you force her? Did you trap her into this? His voice carried the weight of a protective wolf brother, but also something deeper, more desperate, simmering beneath the surface. The thought had already wed its way into his mind: if Freya truly carried a pup, then Ss must have marked and taken her before Kade ever had a chance to protect her. The idea was unbearable. Ss blinked once, then the sharpness returned to his stormCgrey eyes. He shook off Kades grip, his Alpha aura ring. If Freya carries my child, it will be because she chose it, he said coldly. Do not mistake her strength. She is not some trembling sheCwolf to be cornered. She chose me. His lip curled, disdain sharp as a de. And you, Kade, should remember your brother. ce. Youre nothing more than her younger The words hit like a strike. Kades wolf snarled inside him, and fury consumed his restraint. His fist flew, colliding against Sss jaw with a sickening crack. Ss staggered a halfCstep, but his own wolf answered instantly, and the Alpha of the Irond Coalitionunched forward, the two wolves colliding in a violent sh that rattled the restaurant walls. Stop it! Freyas voice cut through the chaos, sharp as a whip. She shoved her chair back, storming toward them as fists and growls filled the air. The scent o dominance shed in the enclosed space, Two wolves nearly tearing through their human guise. And yet, amidst the storm, Lana leaned back in her chair, an amused gleam in her eyes. Pregnant? Freya, is it true? she asked with teasing delight. When were you nning to tell me? You know I already called dibs on being the godmother. Her words poured fuel on the mes. Kade struck harder, his wolf howling for blood, while Sss knuckles cracked against his jaw. 1 +10 Free Coins Freyas temples throbbed. She shoved herself between the two men, palms pressing against their chests with AlphaCborn strength. Enough! Hermand was more than humanCit carried the bite of her bloodline, a warning neither dared ignore. The two men froze midCstrike, their fists still trembling but halted, afraid their blows might graze her. Her chest rose and fell as she red between them. I am not pregnant. Her words fell like steel. This is the same stomach trouble Ive had since I was young. A couple of pills will fix it. You two nearly tore cach other apart over nothing. She narrowed her eyes, her voice slicing like cold moonlight. And even if I were pregnant, do you think I could be forced into it? I am not weak. No oneCno Alpha, no packCforces me to carry what I do not choose. Both Ss and Kade flinched as if her words were ws raking down their pride. If I ever carry a pup, Freya continued, her tone unwavering, it will be because I want it. Her deration silenced the room. The two wolves shifted back, shame and stubbornness flickering across their expressions, each unwilling to meet her gaze. Lana gave an awkward littleugh and pped her hands. Well then. Since no ones pregnant, maybe we can actually eat before the food goes cold? The tension loosened, if only slightly, and the four sat down again. Yet the air remained thick, every nce between Ss and Kade like a spark threatening to ignite the tinder again. Dinner ended in uneasy silence, broken only when Ss turned to Freya. His gaze lingered on her face, softer now, almost protective. Were going to the healer after this, he said firmly. Freya blinked. Youre not feeling well? Her mind shed to the lingering effect of the cursed perfume Jocelyn Thorne had used against him days earlier. Not me, Ss replied. You. Your stomach. I want a healer to look at you properly. She shook her head. I dont need a healer for something this small. I know my own body. A couple of herbs and rest will do- Youre going, Ss interrupted, his tone brooking no argument. His Alpha authority brushed against her senses, demandingpliance, but Freyas wolf bristled at themand. Before she could bite back, Lana leaned in with a smile. Freya, just go. Itll give everyone peace of mind. Better than choking down random herbs from the apothecary, right? Freya hesitated, then sighed. Fine. Ill go. Ille too- Kade began, only to be interrupted when Lanas hand mped firmly on his arm. Actually, I need to talk with you about some legal issues at SkyVex Armaments, she said smoothly. Company trouble. Needs your sharp mind. Kade narrowed his eyes. You dont have legal trouble, Lana. She smiled sweetly. Of course not. But youre clever enough to know when youre being asked not to y third wheel. Why torture yourself? Kades jaw tightened. His wolf growled low, but he forced himself back into his seat. When Ss and Freya left the restaurant, the younger wolf turned to Lana with eyes like storm clouds. How long have you known? Known what? she asked lightly. That theyre together. His voice was sharp, demanding. Lana tilted her head, considering. A while now. A month, maybe. Freya talks to me. I noticed things. Kades face darkened. And you didnt tell me? Her lips quirked in a sad smile. It wasnt my ce to announce your sisters heart. She chose him, Kade. He stiffened, then gave a hollowugh. So I was toote again. For a moment, the infamous troublemaker of the CapitalCthe wolf feared and admired by so manyClooked nothing more than a young man, broken by something he could never im. Lanas heart softened. Love isnt about timing or control, she said gently. Sometimes its just fate. Kade lowered his eyes to his empty hands. Fate, huh? Then why does it always feel like it mocks me? Meanwhile, Freya and Ss walked side by side beneath the night sky, the city lights of the Capital burning like distant stars. At the healers hall, she received a simple pouch of herbs for her stomach and stern warnings to rest. Ss stood silently through it all, his hand brushing hers once, a fleeting gesture of possessionCand perhaps of fear that she might slip from him again. Ascension 223 Third Persons POV s Freya stepped out of the healers hall, the cool night air brushing against her skin. Sss expression was tense, eyes dark as he looked at her. Why didnt you ever tell me you had this old stomach problem? he asked, voice low but threaded with worry. Freya gave a small shrug, the edges of her lips curling in a faint, wry smile. Its nothing serious. Serving in the Iron Fang Recon Unit, you learn to expect your body will sometimes rebel. Bruises, upset stomachs, minor illnessesCtheye with the territory. Do you mind? Mind? Ss repeated, his jaw tightening. His hand gripped hers with surprising firmness, thumb brushing over her knuckles in a gesture of possessive care. Yes, I mind. I dont want you to suffer, not even for a moment. I want you healthy, Freya. From now on, Ill make sure you eat properly, Ill make sure your stomach is cared for. I wont allow you to hurt yourself like this again. Freyas chest warmed at his words. She remembered nights when she had pushed herself to the brink, working alongside Caelum Grafton for his ventures in the Bloodmoon Pack, enduring stomach cramps and severe pain withoutint. She had even visited emergency halls at midnight, yet Caelum had never looked up from contracts or strategic ns, never spared a thought for her suffering. He had always imed it was for her future, for a better life, but loveCor theck thereofCwas as clear as day whenpared to Ss now. Meanwhile, elsewhere in the Capital, Lana had taken Kade to a nearby lounge. Kades wolf prowled restlessly beneath the surface of his human form, a storm of emotion raging behind his stormCgrey eyes. Lana didnt trust him to drink alone, so she stayed, keeping her own wolf tethered, guiding him when the alcohol began to dull his sharper senses. He slumped into the seat, the ss in his hand trembling slightly. Ill Ill call someone to pick me up, he muttered, fumbling for his WolfComm. Im too too drunk. Juste get me at the lounge next to your office. Lana watched as he managed toplete the call, then poured himself another shot. Her wolf growled internally at his stubbornness. Stop. If you drink any more, youll end up in the healers hall next. Kades stomach turned violently, and he doubled over, spewing into the ornate rug at his feet. Lana recoiled just in time, catching the smell but avoiding the mess. His wolf whimpered, ashamed, as he copsed against the sofa, drenched in the evidence of his own recklessness. 9:44 Fri, Sep 12 : 81 s The lounge was quiet except for Kadesbored breathing. Lana sighed, bracing herself. Carefully, she shifted him to the far side of the sofa, protecting him from further exposure to his own mess. With precision borne of years of wolf instincts and experience handling injuredrades, she unbuttoned his outer jacket and peeled it off, tossing it aside. Next came his shirt. She moved to undo the first few buttons to help him breathe, working slowly to avoid waking his restless wolf. Just as she reached the second button, the lounge door opened abruptly. A cold, controlled voice sliced through the room. So, youre tending to Kade now? nning to strip him down just like you tried with me back then? Lana froze, every nerve alight with rm. The voice it could only belong to one person. A tall,manding figure stepped into view, draped in a ck suit that hugged his lean frame perfectly, aura of dominance and poise radiating like a wolf marking territory. His eyes, narrow and piercing, scanned the room with surgical precision. Lanas heart sank. It was none other than Victor Ashfordher ex, whose Alpha influence in the Capital was nearClegendary. Quite the coincidence, she managed, forcing a smile, though her wolf growled low, warning her of the tension. Indeed, Victor Ashford said smoothly, advancing into the room. His gaze fell on Kade sprawled drunkenly on the sofa. If I hadnte, would you have really stripped my nephew? Just like back then? Lanas cheeks burned red. I wasntChe was vomiting. I was just helping him get out of the mess. Thats all. Victors eyes narrowed, steelCsharp. Then why undo his shirt buttons? To help him breathe! Lanas voice was sincere, bolstered by her own wolfs protective instinct. Her gaze met his unflinching, iceCcold eyes. The subtle intimidation of his stare alone made her wolf crouch, defensive but restrained. He studied her for a long moment. Lana pressed on, voice calm but firm. I have no ulterior motive. Kade isnt someone Im interested in. Even if he were standing there halfCnaked, I wouldnt I wouldnt think anything. Victors eyebrow arched slightly, and then he moved with decisive efficiency, lifting Kade onto his side of the sofa. How much has he had to drink? Less than three bottles, Lana replied, leaning back slightly to watch him, aware of themanding presence beside her. Victors wolf trailed Kades movements, a subtle undercurrent of dominance ensuring the younger wolfs safety. 9:44 Fri, Sep 12 81 s Lanas heart was still racing. Victors gaze lingered on her briefly, a silent warning and a reminder of their shared pasta past where wolves had fought, marked, and bled alongside humans, bound by territory, loyalty, and unspoken rules of Ascension 224 Lana froze midCstep, her wolf stiffening in her chest. Victors offer to escort her home felt less like protection and more like a subtle reminder of past dominance. Ill send you back, he added, ncing at Kade sprawled drunkenly across the lounge sofa. Lanas pulse spiked violently. She wasnt about to let her former mate drive her home. No- no, you just take care of him. Ill Ill find a driver myself, she said quickly, fidgeting as her wolf bristled at the proximity of danger, sensing Victors presence as a predator still very much aware of the terrain. Victors dark eyes narrowed, almost imperceptibly, but the intensity was enough to make Lanas wolf crouch in caution. His thin lips parted, words deliberate and cold: Follow. She exhaled sharply, realizing resistance was futile. Victors control radiated like an invisible chain, strong enough to tether even a wolf as stubborn as hers. Reluctantly, she moved to the passenger side, climbing in with a mix of frustration and submission. Victor settled behind the wheel, the vehicles sleek ck body reflecting the dim neon lights outside the Ashbourne lounge. Lana gave the address, her tone clipped, unyielding, though her pulse raced as her wolf instinctively watched his every movement. The car slid smoothly into motion, the engines low growl echoing her racing heartbeat. Inside, the air was tense. Silence draped over the car like a heavy cloak. Lanas eyes kept flicking toward Victor, whose gaze remained fixed on the road ahead. Time seemed to stretch. Victor had grown since theirst encounterCno longer the boyish figure of years ago. His posture was rigid, yet refined; his presence exuded a quiet, intoxicating authority, like the moonlight illuminating the alpha in his prime. The wolf in her chest growled softly, unnerved yet inexplicably drawn to the aura of power radiating from him. The car slowed near her building. Lana quickly unbuckled her seatbelt, preparing to escape into the safety of her apartmentplex. Her wolf bristled, alert to every sound, every movement outside. But before she could step out, Victors voice cut through the quiet, low and deliberate: After we parted ways have you ever regretted it? Her body stiffened. No. Im relieved we broke up, she said firmly, trying to mask the tremor in her chest, trying to hide the residual fear her wolf instinctively sensed. Victors hand shot out, seizing her wrist with a strength that was firm, measured, and 9:44 Fri, Sep 12 81 s unnervingly intimate. His eyes bore into hers, dark and unreadable. Relieved? You truly hated being with me? Even as his grip held her wrist, there was restraintCa wolf marking its territory without inflicting harm, keeping control while allowing freedom to exist in theory. I didnt hate being with you I was just like a wolf fed too much rich meat, Lana replied with a faintugh, her wolf lowering its head slightly in submission, trying to hide her internal conflict. Eventually, it grows tiresome. Victors piercing gaze remained unblinking, and for a long moment, the only sound was the hum of the car engine and the distant city noises outside. Victor can you release me now? Lana asked, forcing calm into her voice, though her chest tightened from thetent tension. He finally released her wrist. Lana slid out of the car with a deliberate grace, wolf instincts still coiled beneath her calm exterior. She offered a teasing remark as she closed the door behind her. If ever you miss the past, Victor dont think I wouldnt consider revisiting it. Even something once tiresome can be appetizing again, asionally. She caught the glint of cold amusementCor perhaps irritationCin his eyes before turning, walking away with deliberate independence. Wolves might be drawn to their territory, but some prey preferred to choose their own path. Lanas wolf rxed fractionally, though it remained alert, scanning the city streets for potential threats. In the grand scheme of things, Victor Ashford was no longer a wolf she needed to huntChe was a challenge she could safely disengage from. The next day, Lana apanied Freya Thorne on a shopping trip. The Capitals SkyVex Armaments district buzzed with energy as urban wolves and humans moved through the markets, carrying bags brimming with goods. By the way, Lana said, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face, you didnte back to my cest night. Were you at Sss instead? Freyas lips curved into a faint, knowing smile. Yes. I wanted to, but Ss insisted I stay. He imed it was because of the scent. That the perfume incident earlier had triggered memories, and he feared another night of restless dreams. Lana raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. So are you nning to cohabit with him? Seems like it, Freya admitted without hesitation. Her wolf twitched at the thought, protective yet intrigued by the presence of another alpha in close proximity. 9:44 Fri, Sep 12 81 s Lanas smirk turned mischievous. Just make sure you take precautions. Unless, of course, youre ready for a child. Freyaughed, shaking her head, her wolfs fur bristling at the teasing. Even if were cohabiting, it hasnte to that step yet. Yet, Lana said knowingly. And dont tell me you havent ever felt the desire to consume him entirely. Freyas ears twitched. Perhaps a little, but she refused to answer directly, letting the subtle tension hang between them like the scent of musk and pine after a storm. Their conversation paused abruptly as Freyas gaze hardened. Across the za, near the gleaming towers of SilverTech Forgeworks, Caelum Graftons mother, Eleanor, and sister Giselle, carryingrge shopping bags, were walking alongside Aurora, the newly appointed female pilot of the Bluemoon Airborne Wing. Freyas wolf growled low in warning. The Capital was sprawling, yet here they wereCenemies of the past, manifesting in the present, crossing paths like the inevitable collision of predator and prey. Trouble, Freya muttered under her breath. Lana followed her gaze, understanding immediately. Fate, it seemed, had a penchant for sharpening the ws of wolf packs, even in the most mundane settings. 3.44 ԧ, ҧ֧ 12 Ascension 225 Third Persons POV 81 s Giselle, ever the brat of the Siverfang Pack and the sister of Caelum Grafton, was the first to approach, her posture haughty and her wolf pulsing with a sharp, entitled energy. She fixed Freya with a sharp, predatory grin. Freya Thorne. How is it that no matter where I go, I keep running into you? Freyas gaze was icy, her wolf tightening like a coiled spring beneath her skin. Im just as curious, she said coolly, her voice steady as she met Giselles insolent stare. I didnt know you had the leisure to stroll through the city. Though, I suppose after your court hearings, you wont have much time for shopping anymore. Giselles smirk widened, venomous. You must be hoping to see me and my mother behind bars. Too bad for you, your calctions are off. My brother hired a topCtierwyer. Neither my mother nor I will suffer any consequences. Lanas wolf snorted under her breath, her voice sharp with scorn. Only a fool thinks they can escape justice. You and your mother tricked Freya into that hotel room, tried to drug her everybody saw it on the hotels giant screen! Tell me, which thirdCratewyer gave you the idea that youd walk away unscathed? Giselle was momentarily silenced. Eleanor stepped forward, indignation burning in her eyes. How dare you speak like that? My son is wealthyChow could he possibly hire a thirdCratewyer? Lanasugh was low and bitter, wolfish, sharp enough to cut through the tension like a fang. Wealthy? Everyone in the industry knows Siverfang Pack has been bleeding funds. Your sons wealth exists only because Freya made it possible. Without her, how much could he truly earn? Eleanors lips curled in anger. Freya? What could she possibly do? My son built everything himself. Thankfully, he divorced that woman, and now with Aurora as his coCpilot, only a pilot of her caliber deserves to be my daughterCinw. Lanasughter was sharp as the bite of frost in winter air. A pilot? Well see how long Aurorasts in that role! Her wolf snapped, tail flicking as if ready to pounce. Auroras expression stiffened, her pride pricked. Freya, no matter what, you shouldnt allow your friend to speak this way about me, she said, her voice carrying the faint but unmistakable tremor of nervousness. Wolves dont always admit fear aloudCbut Freya could smell it on her. 9:44 Fri, Sep 12 : 81 s I dont see it as defamation, Freya replied calmly, wolf coiled beneath her skin, ready to strike. The City Fire Departments report should be out soon. How about we make a little wager? Lets see if you can continue as a coCpilot once that investigation is public. Auroras eyes flickered with something like guiltCor perhaps fearCbut Giselle and Eleanor looked utterly baffled. What investigation? they asked in unison. Auroras gaze darted nervously, a flicker of shadow passing over her wolf. Nothing. Ignore her. Freyas wolf growled softly, sensing the lie, the subtle scent of evasion. Giselle and Eleanor were entirely unaware of the scandalCAuroras failure to rescue a fellow pilot during a live- streamed emergency had be headline news, yet the two women had never bothered to follow it. Giselle was too upied with shopping, beauty products, and luxury bags; Eleanor with calls to the old country and television dramas. Lana stepped closer, her wolf bristling as she mirrored Freyas silent warning. Aurora, you witnessed a colleague ignite and didnt save them. You admitted it on the live stream. Do you really think you can remain coCpilot after that? Auroras face paled, her pulse quickening. Her wolf wanted to flee, but social instincts rooted her in ce. Before tension could escte, a new voice cut through the airCrich, measured, and carrying the authority of an alpha. Even if Aurora didnt act, in critical moments, one might prioritize personal survival, Caelum Grafton interjected, stepping forward. His wolfs scent was calm, a controlled predator measuring the pack dynamics around him. The colleagues death could be unfortunate. Theres no need to smear Aurora. Freyas gaze sharpened, wolf instincts snorting in warning. Really? she said icily, staring at Aurora. Was it really just unfortunate? Or was it negligence? Did your inaction cost that life? Auroras chest tightened, her wolf shrinking back under the predatory focus of Freya Thorne. What what are you implying? she stammered. Are you using me of guilt? If I were truly guilty, wouldnt the authorities have arrested me? Perhaps they will, Freya said softly, wolf senses picking up the slightest tremor in Auroras pulse. Her words were calm, but the weight behind them carried the bite of inevitability. Aurora shivered. The world seemed to constrict around her, her wolf curling defensively. There had been no one else around during the incidentChow could Freya possibly know? She shook the thought away, trying to maintainposure. Freya, your usations only reveal your envy. I am righteous. Thew will not apprehend a good person without reason. Good? Freyasughter was sharp, wolfish, a low growl under the surface. Are you even a 9:44 Fri, Sep 12 good person? OP : 81 s Caelum frowned, stepping closer, wolf protective yet restrained. Freya, how can you speak this way about Aurora? Eleanors expression darkened, disgust evident in every line of her body. Its fortunate my son divorced you! Indeed, Giselle added, voice dripping with superficiality, Aurora even treats us to luxury shopping tripsCdesigner clothes, bags. Not like you, Freya. Three years of marriage, and the gifts were insignificant trinkets you praised as treasures. Freyas grin sharpened, wolf tail flicking with disdain. Yes, and he used a twoChundredCdor ring as a wedding token. Did he think that was enough? Caelums expression shifted, ufortable under the weight of public scrutiny and Freyas biting words. Eleanors hand shot forward, striking toward Freya. You littleChow dare you speak of my son like that! Freyas reflexes were fast as lightning, wolf instincts guiding her movement. She caught Eleanors hand midCswing and spun it aside effortlessly. Eleanor stumbled back, clutching her wrist, hissing in indignation. YouCFreya Thorne! Ill call the authorities for assaulting an elder! Freyas eyes glinted, wolf senses ring. Go ahead. Ive nothing to fear from lies or threats. Ascension 226
Third Persons POV s Freyas gaze remained icy as she watched Eleanor make her theatrics, clearly trying to manipte the scene in front of onlookers. Siverfang Packs matriarch, as always, thought she could control everything with bluster and theatricsCbut Freyas wolf coiled tightly in her chest, a silent growl rumbling under her ribs at the audacity of Eleanors act. Caelum, standing just beside his mother, spoke in a low, firm tone, his wolf emanating a controlled but sharp aura. Freya, youd better apologize to my mother right now. Freyas amber eyes flicked to him, her voice cutting through the tension like a hunting knife. She attacked me first. I see no reason to apologize. Regardless, Caelums tone hardened, wolf bristling beneath the skin, my mother is a senior. Even if she scolds you or strikes you lightly, cant you tolerate it? Lana standing a step behind Freya, let out a low, wolfishugh, her tail flicking in barely restrained amusement. Ha! Ive never heard such a ridiculous joke. Caelum, youre divorced from FreyaCwhat reason does she have to tolerate you or your mother? Aurora stepped forward, her wolf a quiet shadow of pride and propriety. Freya, you shouldnt encourage your friend to insult my elders, she said, though the faint tremor in her voice betrayed her inner unease. Wolves can hide their fear, but never fully. Freyas gaze sharpened, wolf coiled, dangerous. Im not insulting them, she said softly, though every syble carried the weight of her predators focus. But perhaps the investigation report from Citys Fire Authority will rify whether your inaction had consequences, Aurora. Eleanors hand flexed in frustration, her wolf growling faintly beneath her skin. Giselle added her voice, shrill and sharp. Freya, you just cant stand that my mother favors Aurora over you! Tell me, what makes you deserving of her kindness? Can youpare to Aurora? Before Freya could respond, a massive electronic screen in the center of the mall flickered to life. The familiar, polished voice of the City news anchor boomed across the shoppers, drawing every gaze in the vicinity. 66 Following a thorough investigation into the border wildfire five years ago, the Fire Department has submitted its findings to the local government. After review, it has been decided to revoke Auroras title as Fire Hero Auroras wolf stiffened. Her tail twitched, heart mming against her ribcage. She staggered slightly, her body trembling as disbelief washed over her. How could this be? She had spent 9:44 Fri, Sep 12 : 81 s years covering every angle, paying favors, ensuring her reputation remained untarnished- and now the title was gone. Before she could process the loss, another news clip began to y, sent from a press conference held by Wing, the aviation conglomerate she worked for. Freyas wolfs senses heightened, eyes narrowing as she observed the Alphas reaction. Following the internal review, Wing has decided to terminate Ms. Auroras employment. Effective immediately, she will no longer serve in any capacity with Wing Auroras wolf recoiled, pulse pounding. Her face drained of color as if the life had been sucked from her. The text message notification pinged almost simultaneously on her WolfComm device. Trembling hands opened it. Confirmation: Wing formally terminating herbor contract. Mom, whats going on? Why are they taking her title? And WingCis she really being dismissed? Giselle demanded, confusion and a flicker of panic in her voice. Eleanor frowned, trying to appearposed despite the sudden upheaval in their carefully curated social world. What is this about? Caelum stepped forward, voice measured, wolf controlling the surge of tension in the air. Mother, hold your questions. Lets understand the situation first. Giselle, fidgeting, pressed, Will she still be a coCpilot? Her wolf quivered; the thought of losing status unsettled her more than shed like to admit. Lanasugh rippled through the mall, wolfish, carrying an edge that drew a few startled nces from passing shoppers. Auroras downfall is deserved. She ignored a colleague in peril, had a fire extinguisher at hand, and yet abandoned them. Now, not only is her Fire Hero title revoked, but Wing has terminated her contract. Freyas amber eyes glinted dangerously, wolf coiled and taut. Lets not forget, Auroras original rise to coCpilot wasrgely due to the Fire Hero recognition. Now thats gone, her position in aviation could very well vanish as well. I wonder which packCorpanyCwould dare take her in again. Every word Lana spoke carved deeper into Eleanor and Giselles expressions. The elder matriarchs face twisted from indignation to disbelief. Giselles scowl turned almost frantic. The malls shoppers had begun pointing, whispering, the scent of scandal spreading through the air like a predators musk. Auroras face flushed, redCwhite in contrast, and she muttered, voice tight. Caelum I want to return home immediately. 9:44 Fri, Sep 12 181 s Of course. Ill take you back, he replied, wolf guiding every movement, yet restrained to avoid exacerbating the situation further. Suddenly, Eleanor lunged, grabbing Caelums arm, anger spiking like a wolf scent in the wind. So thats it? I see now why you took us shoppingCso wed soften to your loss, so we wouldnt speak up! Auroras jaw tightened. She wanted to defend the act, but the wolf inside her recoiled, aware of the power dynamics at y. Aunt Eleanor its not like that, she began, voice careful, precise. But Eleanors wolf surged, ws metaphorical and sharp, her ego wounded by the social exposure and the loss of prestige. Dont lie to me! Do you think we wont notice?
Ascension 227 Third Persons POV s Eleanors eyes burned with disdain as she turned on Aurora, the mask of approval she had worn earlier slipping away in an instant. Her wolf aurashed out like a whip. Youre no longer a coCpilot, and now you carry a stain so deep it reeks of disgrace. How dare you presume to be worthy of my son? she spat, her voice sharp enough to draw heads from nearby shoppers. Caelum, I forbid you from staying with this woman. Mother! Caelums face darkened, his wolf bristling under the sting of her words. His mothers outburst, in such a public ce, was humiliatingCespecially in front of Freya, who stood silently, her golden eyes glinting with predators amusement. Aurora stiffened, humiliation tightening her chest. Her wolf pressed against her ribs, restless and cornered. Eleanor, she bit out, the formal address ringing hollow, Caelum and I are bound by true affection. You have no right to tear us apart. But in her heart, she knew better. She was cornered, stripped of her title, her position, and now clung to Caelum as herst foothold. Without him, her wolf would spiral into nothingness. A sharp crack tore through the air. Eleanors hand struck across Auroras face, the sound of the p echoing like a whip in the cavernous shopping hall. Aurora staggered, pain blooming hot across her cheek, True affection? Eleanor sneered, wolf aura heavy, choking the space around them. Youre nothing but a scheming temptress. A usurper. A mistress who seduced my son. Auroras wolf snarled in protest, but her pride bled through her eyes as she clutched her stinging cheek. Even if you are Caelums mother, you cannot treat me this way! Cant I? Eleanor snapped. From the sidelines, Lana gave a mockingugh, her wolf sharp and unrestrained, enjoying the spectacle. Aurora, werent you the one who told Freya not to quarrel with her elders? You boasted that if it were you, you would endure anythingCinsults, even blowsCfor the sake of respect. Auroras throat constricted, words jamming like broken ss. She had said thatCsmugly, when she thought it made her superior to Freya. Now those words turned back on her like a poisoned de, burying deep. Her wolf whimpered with humiliation. She reached desperately for Caelums sleeve, her voice trembling, almost pleading, Caelum But before he could speak, Freyas voice sliced through the chaos, cool and edged with derision. Her wolf pulsed dominance, amber gaze pinning him. Caelum, since youre so devoted to filial piety, shouldnt you remind Aurora of her own words? That your mother is a senior, and even if she scolds her or raises her hand, Aurora should endure? Caelum froze. The weight of Freyas words crashed against him, his wolfs throat closing with shame. He could not answerChis loyalty to his mother shed violently with his bond to Aurora. His jaw clenched, but the words refused to form. O 11:55 Mon, 15 Sept ? s Eleanor, emboldened, unleashed another torrent of venom, her wolf baring its fangs. Auroras pride shattered under the weight, and atst she snapped back, her voice shrill with desperation. The retaliation only stoked Eleanors fury further, and soon Giselle, Caelums sister, joined the fray, her wolf spitting insults like venom. The argument descended into a fullCblown pack squabble, ws unsheathed not in flesh but in words sharp enough to scar. Eleanors shrieks, Auroras desperate protests, Giselles tauntsCtheir wolves shed with snarls that seemed to reverberate through the walls of the shopping mall. Mother! Aurora! Enough! Caelum roared, stepping between them, his Alpha aura ring to keep the peace. Yet even his dominance couldnt entirely smother the chaos. The scene had already drawn too many eyes. Wolves and humans alike whispered, some raising their WolfComm devices to record, the scandal seeping into the air like blood in water. Freya watched with arms folded, her wolf calm, regal, every inch the predator surveying prey that had turned on one another. She turned to Lana, lips curving faintly. Weve seen enough. Lets leave. Lanas eyes gleamed with mischief. Leave? I could watch this dogfight all day. Not long ago, they were united against you, and now lookCmother, daughter, and lover tearing each other apart. Its art. Freya arched a brow, her wolf flicking its tail in amusement. Stay if you want. Lana gave the gathering crowd another nce. Several were openly recording, murmuring with growing excitement. She smirked. No, youre right. This will hit thework before long. Ill enjoy it reyed a hundred times over. Together, the two women walked out of the mall, their wolves brushing the air with dominance, leaving the chaos behind them. Just beyond the ss doors, a sleek ck vehicle was parked. Ss stepped out as Freya approached, his broad frame andmanding aura marking him instantly as the Irond Coalitions Alpha. He moved smoothly, as though this meeting was nned all along. Done with your shopping? he asked casually, his wolf giving a respectful brush of recognition as he took the bags from her arms without hesitation. His hands dwarfed the delicate handles, setting them. effortlessly into the trunk.. Freya tilted her head, studying him. Yes. But the malls central screen the sudden broadcast of Auroras scandals. That was no coincidence, was it? If Im not mistaken, this mall is under Whitmor holdings. Sss eyes darkened, the flicker of a predators grin tugging at his lips. Youre right. And Aurora dared to humiliate you in my territory. If she thought she could wound you, she will pay the price My Luna is not prey. She is the storm. Freyas wolf stirred with satisfaction, silent but fierce. Meanwhile, across the city, Jocelyn Thorne sat in her chamber, her fingers tracing over a set of old photographs she had recovered days earlier. Her wolf fur bristled with unease. She had already confirmed with Ken Thorne, the patriarch, that the boy in the photographs was Eric ThorneCFreyas brother. But why did his face feel so familiar? Why did her wolfs instincts itch with recognition, as though this wasnt merely a brother long/absent, but a ghost that lingered closer than she had ever admitted? Suddenly Jocelyns breath hitched. She lunged to her shelves, pulling free a leatherCbound family album. O r 11:55 Mon, 15 Sept ? Pages turned rapidly beneath her hands until she froze, her wolfs breath catching in her throat. 71% s 11:55 Mon, 15 Sept?? Ascension 228 Third Persons POV s Caelum had barely managed to soothe Auroras trembling rage and persuade her to return home when he escorted his mother Eleanor and younger sister Giselle back to the Silverfang Packs vi. Ever since his separation from Freya, Eleanor and Giselle had moved into his residence, their presence a constant reminder of pack duty pressing upon his shoulders. The ride back was heavy with Eleanors fury. Her wolf aura pressed against the car walls, sharp and unrelenting. This Aurora, she spat, her tone like venom, she is unreliable and reckless. I once thought having a female pilot from the Bluemoon Airborne Wing as a mate would give our Pack prestige. But what happened? She was dischargedCdisgracedCand now shes all over the news for cowardice. If word spreads through the packs, if the Packs whisper that Silverfangs future Luna abandoned herrades, how will I hold my head high? Theyll rip into us like carrion birds! Giselle, seated beside her mother, smirked as she pulled up feeds on her WolfComm. Its not just whispers anymore, Mother. Look. She angled the screen toward Eleanor. The video was clear: Aurora, in her pilots uniform, stumbling back as mes engulfed a fellow wingmate. An extinguisher was within reach, but Aurora had fled, her confession caught on camera. The footage had gone viral, everyment below it dripping with outrage. She admitted it herself, Giselle read aloud with relish. She saw herrade burning and chose to run. Listen to thements: Coward. Traitor to the wing. No Luna of worth. Sheughed, though her eyes. gleamed with envy. If she marries into Silverfang, every insult will fall on us. On me. Eleanor clutched at her chest, her wolf howling in protest. Caelum, I tell you nowCI forbid Aurora from setting paw across the Silverfang threshold. If you marry her, I will end myself before the Pack and let my blood stain the Primal Stones! Mother! Caelums head throbbed, his wolf caught between loyalty and love. Aurora was terrified, yes, but fear does not make her evil. She never meant to betray herrades. Must she be cast aside because of one mistake? Must I abandon her just because she lost her station? Eleanors eyes shed, wolf dominance rolling from her. It is not one mistakeCit is a scar that brands her for life! If you keep her, every Alpha in the Capital will sneer at us. She will stain Silverfangs bloodline. *Brother, listen to Mother, Giselle chimed in, her voice sweet but edged with poison. Auroras name is ruined. If you wed her, every time I step outside the vi, wolves will whisper behind my back. There goes Giselle, sister to the Alpha who mated/with a coward. Do you want that for us? Caelums jaw tightened. Yet not long ago you both praised her. You told me she was strong, worthy, destined to soar higher than most females. Whats changed? Whats changed, Eleanor snapped, is that her mask has shattered. She is no longer Bluemoons shining daughter. She is nothing but shame. Caelums voice deepened, his wolf rising, protective. She is also my savior. Do you forget? Without Aurora, I would not have survived. How can I turn from her now, when the world scorns her? Would you have me dishonor the bond of gratitude and love both? 11:55 Mon, 15 Sept +5 Free Coins Eleanors lips trembled, but her anger burned hotter. She pressed a hand dramatically to her chest, tears forming. Then you would rather watch your own mother die of grief? Is that the Alpha you will be? Caelum rubbed his temples, helpless. His wolf prowled within, torn between blood and bond. Giselles eyes glinted as she twisted the knife. Brother, Auroras debt is already paid. You gifted her jewels -millions worth, enough topensate ten lifetimes. I remember the ledger Freya Thorne threw at your press conference. Fifty million in gems, wasnt it? Thats more than she deserves. Envy red in her chest at the memory. Caelum had never gifted her so much as a silver chain. Caclum opened his mouth to argue, but his WolfComm buzzed sharply. He answered, and as the voice on the other end spoke, his expression darkened. I have to return to SilverTech Forgeworks, he said abruptly, rising. The stock is plunging. Investors are panicking over Auroras scandal. Theyre tying her disgrace to me, to us. Eleanor cursed under her breath. Giselle only smiled thinly. See? Already she drags you down. Without another word, Caelum stormed from the vi, his wolf bristling at the storm brewing around him. At Forgeworks, crisis meetings ran deep into the night. By the time he finished smoothing over the bleeding wound of Silverfangs reputation, it was already dark when he reached Auroras dwelling. Aurora flung herself into his arms the moment she saw him, her wolf clinging desperately. Caelum! I feared you wouldnte. His arms closed around her automatically, though his mind was heavy. Of course I came. Her eyes burned, frustration and desperation written across her face. I never thought it woulde to this. Yes, I faltered in the fire, but I fought too! I pulled others from the ze, yet they strip me of my title as though I am nothing. And Bluemoon- Her voice cracked, wolf growling low. They dismissed me without warning. They will regret it. I will rise again, stronger, untouchable. I will make those who spit on me bow. She looked up at him then, her wolfs plea naked in her eyes. Do you believe me, Caelum? Do you believe I will reim my honor? He forced a smile, though it tasted bitter. I believe. Relief softened her face. She exhaled shakily, clinging tighter. Good. Then, let us not dy any longer. Your mother and sister may scorn me, but when this storm passes, we should announce our union. Let us be betrothed. I cannot endure more wasted years. Caelums smile faltered. His wolf shifted uneasily, Aurora not now. We must wait. Her body went rigid, Wait? Do you regret us? No, he said quickly, then faltered. Its only Silver Tech Forgeworks reels from todays disaster. The Pack watches me, the Council whispers. My mother and Giselle refuse to ept you. For now we must be patient. Auroras wolf bared its teeth in wounded pride. She stepped back, eyes narrowing. Patient? Or abandoned? Caelum swallowed, trapped between the woman who had once saved him and the Pack whose gaze never III 2/3 11:55 Mon, 15 Sept 2? ???, 71% s relented. The night pressed heavy, full of judgment, and the wolves howled beyond the vi walls. 11:55 Mon, 15 Sept Ascension 229 Freyas POV 71% +5 Free Coins I was still staying in Sss apartment, even though he had made it clear he wanted me to move into the Whitmor main estate. To him, it was naturalChe was the Alpha of the Irond Coalition, and I was the woman hed chosen. But to me, it felt wrong. We werent married. I wasnt ready to step into his ancestral home and face the weight of thatmitment. When do you n to marry me then? Ss asked suddenly. I nearly choked on the tea I hadnt yet swallowed. Marry you? He leaned closer, bracing his hands on the sofa on either side of me, caging me in with the raw, feral authority only an Alpha could carry. His presence pressed down on me like the shadow of a predator in the wild. My wolf stirred uneasily beneath my skin, caught between instinctive submission and a stubborn defiance. Or is this just a game to you? he murmured, his voice low, dangerous. His dark eyes glittered with a heat that was both alluring and suffocating. A diversion, until you tire of me and cast me aside? That look in his eyesCit was hunger, possessive, almost primal. For a heartbeat, I truly felt like prey cornered by a beast who would not take no for an answer. I forced myself to push him back gently, setting my teacup down on the table. Weve barely been together. Talking about marriage now is too soon. But he didnt retreat. His arm coiled around my waist in a swift, inescapable grip, drawing me against him. His lips hovered close to mine, his voice soft but edged withmand. You mean youve never imagined it? Never thought of being mine fully? There was something in his toneCan Alphas demand wrapped in the velvet lure of desire. His eyes, usually sharp and cold, now shimmered with a/warmth that reminded me of moonlight. He was dangerous, yes. But gods, he was also devastatingly beautiful in this moment. Like a predator courting, softening its fangs only to draw you deeper into its snare. My throat tightened, and I swallowed hard. I wasnt blind to the yearning in him. Nor the gentleness beneath all that dominance. He wanted me. All of me. But marriage My first had been a battlefield, a mistake I had wed my way free from during the Lunar Severance Phase. I wouldnt stumble blindly into another bond. Not again. Not without certainty. Ive already been through one broken union, I whispered, my voice steadier than I felt. If I marry again, I need to be sure. Ss, I care for youI like you more than I ever expectedCbut I dont yet know if its deep enough to bind my life to yours. Give us time. Let us truly know one another before we speak of VOWL. His grip didnt loosen. If anything, it tightened, as if he could anchor me to him through sheer force. His eyes darkened with an intensity that made my heart pound. And what if time convinces you otherwise? What if you wake one day and decide Im not enough? The fear beneath his growl caught me off guard. Slowly, I lifted a hand, brushing my fingers along the sharp line of his cheek. Then it means you deserve someone better suited to you. Someone who can give < 11:55 Mon, 15 Sept s you everything without hesitation. But I dont think that will happen. Because day by day, I find myself drawn closer to you. I saw the way his gaze softened then, the hard Alpha mask cracking for just a heartbeat. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hisCthis time my choice, my initiation. I think, I murmured against his mouth, Ill only grow to like you more. His eyes lowered, lingering not on my face but on my body. NoCon my belly. His breath caught, and for a moment, he froze. Something flickered across his expression, a shadow of thought I couldnt quite grasp. Ss? I asked softly. I had felt the shift in him, the sudden tension when moments ago he had been lost in me. Nothing, he said too quickly. I frowned. Dont lie to me. Ive told you beforeCI dont want secrets between us. If I choose to give myself to someone again, it will only be to a mate who trusts me, and whom I can trust in return. His jaw tightened. He was silent for a long while, before a bitter smile pulled at his lips. I dont want to be what my father was. He tried to trap my mother, to bind her with blood and children. He thought control could keep love from slipping through his hands. But she still left. She left him as if he was nothing. He shut his eyes, the pain raw and naked in his voice. And I fear, Freya that youll leave me the same way. My chest ached at the vulnerability in him. For all his Alpha strength, Ss was haunted by abandonment. His fear wasnt of losing dominanceCit was of losing the one thing he couldntmand: loyalty freely given. I reached for his hand, entwining my fingers with his. Then dont chain me, Ss. Just let me choose you. If you keep being the man I can admire, the Alpha I can trust, then I promiseCI wont leave. His eyes snapped open, fierce and searching, as though he wanted to etch my words into his soul. And in that moment, I knew this wasnt just courtship. It was the slow, dangerous binding of two wolves circling closer, teeth bared and hearts unguarded, daring each other not to break away. L III Ascension 230 Third Persons POV> +5 Free Coins Freya cupped Sss face between her hands, her voice steady yet carrying a softness that wrapped around the Alphas restless spirit. Dont worry. Youll never be like your father. And I am not your mother. I would never take my own life. For a heartbeat, Ss froze. His obsidian eyes locked on her, wide and disbelieving, until atst the hard line of his mouth broke, curving faintly upward. Youre right, he murmured hoarsely. Youre nothing like her. Youre stronger. You burn with life, Freya- fire that no storm can snuff out. There was truth in that. Even when she had been cornered by betrayal, hunted in shadows, Freya Thorne had wed her way back. She was born of Bloodmoon steel and Stormveil resilience; submission was not written in her blood. She would never choose silence in death over defiance in life. Ss tightened his hold around her, voice rough, almost pleading. My mother despised my father. She hated everything about him. But youCyou like me. Youll love me, wont you? His tone cracked with vulnerability, as if he begged for a vow strong enough to shatter his deepest fear. Freyas amber wolfCeyes softened. Yes. I like you. And I will love you. I already am, perhaps more than I realize. The Irond Alpha pulled her into his arms, burying his face in the crook of her neck. His breath fanned against her pulse, inhaling the scent of wild pine and storm that clung to her skin. Her presence soothed him in ways words never could. She had the power to send his heart into turmoil, and just as easily to quiet the storm. And he he was bing incapable of surviving without her. The next day, Aurora stepped into the towering ss halls of Bluemoon Wing, her posture straight, jaw lifted, trying to summon the pride that once carried her through ranks of pilots. She hade to plead her case before the executivesCto convince them not to discard her after years of service. But the faces that once greeted her with courtesy and admiration now turned away as if she were diseased. Their wolf auras were cold, some even disdainful. One elder wolf, a senior officer, met her squarely with hard eyes. You should be grateful, Aurora. Being dismissed is mercy. Do you have any idea how much your recklessness has cost Bluemoon Wings reputation? Auroras hands clenched. Reckless? I didnt refuse to save anyone. I only prioritized my own survival when the aircraft was failing. What crime is that? The officer sneered, his fangy glinting faintly under the fluorescent lights. If, when danger strikes, a pilot values her own hide above her passengers, what woll would entrust their life to you? And dont tter yourself. Had it not been for the FireCRescue Heroine medal you received five years ago, do you think your skill alone would have carried you so quickly into the role of coCpilot? The words mmed into her like ws. Aurora staggered back, eyes wide. What did you just say? +5 Free Coins You heard me. Your flying is average. Your leadership? Mediocre. Wing pushed you forward because you were a propaganda darling. Now? That image is shattered. We have no reason to keep you. Humiliation scorched her face. She had always believed she was destined to be Wings first female captain, the prodigy who rose above the ss ceiling. She wore her uniform with pride, her every flight logged with devotion. Yet here, in their eyes, she was nothing more than a symbol that had outlived its usefulness. When she stepped out of the office, the whispers began. Wolves she once called colleagues nced at her with sneers, their voices dripping venom as they gossiped. Mockery followed her down the hall like a scarlet brand. Her nails bit into her palms. Rage burned where pride had been wounded. One day, she swore, they would choke on their contempt. One day, they would bow their heads in awe. Then her WolfComm buzzed in her pocket. A name shed across the screen, and her heart skipped. Her face paled, then darkened. She answered. Meanwhile, in a quiet cafe, Lana leaned across the table toward Kade, her voice edged with irritation. That nightCyou were drunk. Why did you let your unclee to fetch you? Kade arched a brow, loungingzily in his chair, his aura stretching with thezy dominance of a predator who knew no one here dared challenge him.C Why not? He had the time. He came. You know perfectly well what history he and I had. And you let him pick you up? Did it never ur to you how awkward that would make things for me? I assumed your hide was thick enough not to care. His smirk was sharp, unapologetic. Lanas eyes rolled so hard they nearly vanished into her skull. Unbelievable. Tell meCdid he say anything to you afterward? Kades wolfish grin widened. Should he have? Her lips pressed tight. If not, then good. Better left buried. But then, from the corner of her eye, Lana caught sight of something across the street. She stiffened. There, slinking halfChidden beneath a hood, was Aurora. And she wasnt alone. A man walked beside her, his hand brushing hers as they slipped discreetly into a runCdown lodge. Lanas eyes narrowed to dangerous slits. Auroras furtive behavior screamed of guilt. The mans scent was unfamiliar. Why was the Bluemoon Betas daughter speaking into a roadside den with another wolf? Her lips curled. Interesting. Very interesting. Without a word, she grabbed Kades wrist and pulled him up. 2/3 11:55 Mon, 15 Sept 0.71% s Come with me. Where? Kade growled, annoyed at being yanked around like a pup. To that inn. The young Alpha found himself, for the first time, skulking like a rogue as Lana dragged him across the street. His jaw clenched. He had walked The Capitals streets unchallenged, never once lowering his pride. Yet here he was, sneaking like a thief. What the hell are you doing? he hissed. Quiet, Lana snapped. Keep your voice down. Dont draw attention. Kade nearly barked augh. Did she really think two powerful wolves skulking in broad daylight was less suspicious than simply walking in? He muttered under his breath, but followed anyway. Because now, curiosity burned even in him. What game was Aurora ying? And who was the man at her side? 11:56 Mon, 15 Sept Ch Ascension 231 apter 231 Third Persons POV Lanas words instantly sharpened Kades attention. +5 Free Coins I just saw Aurora walk into that roadside inn with some man, Lana whispered, her voiceced with suspicion. It felt wrong. Lets go inside tooCsee what exactly shes hiding. The wolfCborne instinct in her gut screamed of deceit. Between Aurora and that man, there was something rotten, something unfit to be exposed under moonlight. Aurora? Kades eyes narrowed into cold slits. He loathed the Bluemoon Betas daughter with a visceral disgust. If there was filth to uncover in her life, he would dly rip back the veil and watch her dignity burn. Perfect, he muttered, his wolf stirring under his skin. If theres scandal, Ill be the one to drag it into the open. They exchanged a knowing nce, then moved together toward the inns shadowed doorway. Across the street, a sleek ck car rolled toward the traffic lights. In the front seat, a man leaned forward, squinting through the ss. WaitCVictor, isnt that your young wolfling? Your familys little stormbringer? Hes walking with a woman. What, did he finally get himself a mate? From the backseat, Victor lifted his gazezily toward the sidewalk. One nce, one heartbeatter, his pupils contracted sharply. His body stilled, the wolf within him going rigid. His eyes locked on the feminine silhouette beside his nephew. Even at a distance, even from behind, he knew her. Lana Rook. The name hit him like a silverCtipped de. What the hellCdid they just walk into an inn? the man in the passenger seat eximed, baffled. Victor, your wolflings got taste, hasnt he? But shouldnt he be at a fiveCstar lodge if hes trying to charm a she- wolf? Not a filthy roadside den. Turn back. Stop the car. Victors voice cut like winter steel. The driver hesitated. What? I said, stop the damn car. His tone was a low growl now, lethal and final. Kevin caught sight of Victors face in the reflection of the rearview mirror and fell silent. He had known Victor for decades, and only once before had he seen such a storm darken his friends expression. It was years ago, the night Victor received a call. A breakup: A severing. He hadnt spoken a word then, only carried a darkness in his eyes that threatened to consume him whole. Kevin had thought his friend had gone mad. The meticulouswyer, the future AlphaCinheritor, so disciplined and controlledCreduced to a beast prowling in grief. O 11:56 Mon, 15 Sept That same darkness was in his face now. +5 Free Coins The driver braked hard, pulling over. Victor stepped out, his coat sweeping behind him, a cold presence emanating like a blizzard rolling off a mountain peak. Kevin scrambled to follow, muttering under his breath. Dont tell me youre really going after your nephew Hes old enough to make his own messes. And that womanCdamn, why does she look so damn familiar? Like Ive seen her somewhere before. Wait. Hold on The realization struck him midCsentence. His words faltered, choked. like your ex. Victor didnt answer. He didnt need to. The killing frost in his aura was confirmation enough. Kevins throat went dry. Spirits above, was it possible? That womanCthe one Victor had once loved, the one everyone swore was too small for him, too insignificant. A girl with no status, no name worth a song, who had walked away from the heir of the Ashfords like he was nothing. And Victor had never taken another mate since. Not once. People whispered he must still crave her, but Victor had dismissed every mention with a mask of indifference. Kevin had believed it was over, a trivial past. Yet seeing him now, bristling with such icy rage, it was clear. It had never been over. Meanwhile, inside the inn, Aurora stepped into the dim, peeling room behind Lee. Her nose wrinkled in distaste at the stench of mold and dust. She despised such ces. What do you want? she snapped. Lees smile was sharp, feral. To talk about my payment. The little matter of the tail sum we agreed on. Aurora stiffened. The tail sum. Nearly fifty million marks. Her blood ran cold. She had no intention of ever paying him. At the time, she had strung him along, promising him the moon once she became Caelums Luna. By then, who would care whether she was his true savior or not? But nowCnow she wasnt Luna yet. If Lee revealed the truth, if Caelum discovered she was nothing but a fraud I dont have that kind of money, Aurora hissed. Im not Graftons Luna. Not yet. But you are still the Bluemoon Betas daughter, Lee countered, voiceced with mockery. Money can always be found, if youre desperate enough. One month. If I dont see the tail sum, Ill tell Caelum everything. That you were never is savior. That you deceived him from the start. Auroras wolf wed at her insides, furious and afraid. If the lie copsed now, she would lose everything -the Alpha, the alliance, the future she had wed toward with bloody nails. And she knew Lee wasnt bluffing. 2/2 Ascension 232 Third Persons POV +5 Free Coins Aurora bit down on her lip, hatred shing in her eyes. Lees words cut deep, and she knew they carried truth. The Grafton family already disapproved of her match with Caelum. If he were to discover now that she was not his true savior, he would cast her aside without hesitation. Not yet. She could not let that happen. For now, she needed to steady Lee, y along, and buy herself time. Later, she would find a way to silence him permanently. Fine, Aurora said coldly, her voice taut with restrained fury. Ill agree. But this arrangement between us -no third wolf must ever know. Of course, Lee replied, smug satisfaction curling his lips. Meanwhile, in the room next door, Lana pressed her ear tightly to the wall, a ss cupped against it in hopes of amplifying the muffled voices. Her wolfs instincts were sharp, but the walls seemed imprable. After a long, fruitless attempt, she pulled back with a scowl. What the hell? Even a rundown roadside inn has walls this thick? she muttered under her breath. Kade shifted irritably on the chair. You dragged me into a den like this for nothing? Just to listen to whispers through a wall? His wolf aura red, restless. We need to know what theyre talking about, Lana hissed back, unwilling to admit her frustration. She had even bribed the innkeeper to confirm which room Aurora had entered. Kade gave her a look of disdain. Even if you listen all night, youll hear nothing worth a damn. If you want the truth, we should just smash the door down and drag her out. His wolf craved confrontation, violence sparking in his eyes. That would only alert her, Lana argued. Just then, a knock rattled the door. Lana and Kade exchanged wary nces. Finally, Lana rose, moving cautiously toward it. She cracked it open by a sliver- And froze. Her blood ran cold when her gaze the face she least wanted to see: Victor Ashford. He stood outside, his expression carved from ice, his stormCgrey eyes piercing through the narrow gap in the doorway. The aura of an Alpha/inheritor radiated off him, suffocating and relentless. Panic wed at Lanas chest. Should she m the door shut and pretend she had seen nothing? Or open it fully and face the storm headCon? Before she could decide, the door to the next room creaked open Aurora stepped out, followed by Lee. Heart jolting, Lana yanked Victor inside, mming the door shut before they could be noticed. < 11:56 Mon, 15 Sept JT. You- Victor began, his brow furrowed. 871% +5 Free Coins But Lana pressed her palm over his mouth, silencing him instantly. She gestured for him to stay quiet, tilting the door open just enough to peer outside. Auroras voice slithered into the hallway, cold and sharp. One month. No more. If you dare appear before me again in that time, youll ruin everything. And if Caelum suspects, youll lose every coin. Lee only chuckled, the sound mocking and cruel. One month, Aurora. If the marks arent in my hand, Ill tell him everything. That youre no savior, only a fraud. Auroras re could have cut steel. She spun on her heel and stalked away, her wolf bristling with unease, leaving Lee smirking at her retreating figure. After a moment, he sauntered back into the room and shut the door. Only then did Lana close their door fully. Her pulse still raced as she turned to Kade. You heard that, didnt you? Auroras hiding something big. I didnt catch the words, Kade admitted with azy grin, his wolf lounging like a predator who knew the prey had already trapped itself. But I can tell you thisCyoure in deep trouble. Confused, Lana frownedCuntil she realized with horror that her hand was still pressed against Victors mouth. His skin burned under her palm, heat like fire searing into her. She yanked it away as though scalded. Herugh was nervous, brittle. What a coincidence. running into you here again. Victor didnt speak. He didnt need to. His cial stare bore into her, the weight of his silence more crushing than any words. His presence filled the cramped room with Alpha authority, making Lana feel like a criminal hauled before judgment. Youre here for Kade? she blurted, desperate to deflect. Then you two talk. Ill just go. She reached for her bag, intent on escaping. Victors voice cracked through the air like a whip. I didnt realize youd grown so fond of my nephew. Last time it was stripping his clothes off. Now its sneaking into an inn together? His eyes flicked between them, a flicker of something sharpCsomething jealousChidden beneath his frost. Kade nearly toppled off the sofa, Lana, when the hell did you strip me? She flushed scarlet, You were drunk and puking, I was helping you! Thats all! Victors lips curled in a razorCthin smile. Indeed. Had I been anyter that night, youd have stripped him bare. The air in the room thickened with tension. Kades gaze burned like fire; Victors cut like ice. Lana stood caught between then, suffocated by the sh of two predators whose dominance warred in silence. Her wolf whimpered beneath their dueling auras, the pressure unbearable. She wanted to scream. These two werent here to fight her enemiesCthey were here to torment her. III 2/3 11:56 Mon, 15 Sept ? ?? aN 71% +5 Free Coins So much for handsome men. Looks meant nothing when their presence felt like being dragged over hot coals, or drowned beneath ice. The Novel will be updated first on this website. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone! Ascension 233 Third Persons POV +5 Free Coins Lana lifted her chin, her amber wolfCeyes shing in the dim glow of the innsntern. I was only trying to unbutton his cor, she snapped, hands raised in defiance. Let the poor bastard breathe a little! Thats all! Her finger jabbed sharply toward Kade. And besidesCI already said it before, didnt I? Even if Kade stripped naked and danced right in front of me, I wouldnt feel a flicker of interest! Victors brow arched, his voice like the weight of a storm pressing down on the small, rented room. His presence was suffocatingCAlphaCbred, the kind that could crush bone without lifting a w. For a moment, the tension in the air eased, though his expression remained carved from stone. Kades wolf bristled. His face flushed red as his snarl cracked through the silence. The hell did you just say? His fists curled at his sides, barely keeping from shifting. MeCnaked, dancing in front of you? Are you insane, Lana? What the hells in that head of yours? Lana shrank back, muttering under her breath. So what if he cursed her out? It wasnt like she cared. All she wanted was to prove her damned innocence. Victors eyes narrowed. His tone cut sharper than ws. If you have no interest in Kade, then why, his words dripped with venom, did youe to an inn with him? Because Lanas voice wavered before snapping back with a desperate rush. We were following someone! That woman who left earlierCAurora. Shes my friends sworn enemy. Kade straightened, nodding fervently, his jaw clenched tight. Shes telling the truth, Victor. Why the hell else would Ie to a ce like this with her? You know me. You know the kind of women I like. Victors gaze turned cial. He did know. Kades wolf had long since imprinted on Freya ThorneCthe Bloodmoon sheCwolf, once hismander in the Iron Fang Recon Unit. She was the one name that lingered in his nephews blood like a fever. And when Freya had wed another, Kade had vanished abroad, his wolf restless, unmoored. If theres nothing else, Im gone. Kade pushed to his feet, restless energy rippling from him like static. He didnt want to stay caged in the same room as Victors scrutiny. Wait. Lanas voice pitched upward. The man with Aurora todayCyou should look into him. He reeks of coin and shadow. I swear, hes holding something over her, some kind of leverage. Moneys moving hands. You can smell it. 10:14 Tue, Sep 16 : 66 s Kade paused in the doorway, gave a short, sharp nod. Fine. Ill check. But I dont give a damn about Auroras games. He waved dismissively, his broad shoulders tense as he stalked out. The door mmed, and silence devoured the room. Lana finally exhaled, realizing toote how close she stood to Victor. Just the two of them now, caught in the dense air like prey in a snare. Well, then, Ill be going too. She took a step, but Victors arm shot out with Alpha speed, barring her way with the ease of a wolf who had led armies. His gaze pinned her where she stood. Youre not going to exin yourself? Hershes fluttered, lips parting. Exin what? Then her face lit up with a nervous smile. Oh! Dont worry about the room. The charges are already paid. Victors temple twitched. His jaw clenched so hard the veins stood stark along his neck. Of all the wolves in the packs, only this woman had ever been able to ignite his temper so effortlessly. You mean to tell me, he growled, voice low and rough as gravel, that because you wanted to trail Aurora, you woulde hereCaloneCwith a man? That you would risk everything to snoop? I didnte with just any man, Lana fired back. Her wolf bristled, but her heart thudded wildly in her chest. It was Kade. Thats different. Victors eyes darkened to obsidian. Kade isnt a man to you? Her throat bobbed. Not like that. She had always seen Kade as nothing more than an unruly younger brother. But how could she exin that to a wolf like Victor, whose gaze stripped lies bare and left nothing but bone? Or what? Victors voice dropped into a dangerous rumble as he leaned in, shadow swallowing her smaller frame. If it hadnt been Kade beside youCif it had been a colleague, a subordinate, any other maleCwould you have dragged him here too? Lanas shoulders curled inward under his stare. She tried to keep her voice steady, though the heat of his wolf pressed into her bones. Of course not. Dont twist this. Kade and I we both care about Freya, we both despise Aurora. Thats the only reason I pulled him in. And like I saidCI dont have feelings for him. Id nevery a hand on him. Victors mouth curved, but there was no humor in it. His eyes gleamed with a hunters cruelty. Then who would youy a hand on, Lana? 10:14 Tue, Sep 16 : 66 s The air thickened, heavy with tension. His question wasnt just wordsCit was challenge, Alpha to sheCwolf, testing the truth that pulsed under her skin. Lanas heart lurched. Her wolf stammered inside her chest, caught between fight and submission. The first name on her tongue, reckless and sharp as a de, slipped free before she could bite it back. Anyone, she whispered, eyes locking with his, but you. The silence after was brutal. Victors expression darkened, his wolf aura rolling like thunder, crashing through the fragile walls of the inn. Lana realized toote what she had said, but the words hung between them, electric and irreversible. Ascension 234 Sss POV 66 s When Freya returned from the military sector, her scent carried something differentClighter, edged with hope. I noticed it the instant she crossed the threshold of the ce we now shared. My wolf twitched inside me, restless, sensing the shift before her lips even parted. She had gone to report to Aldred, the oldmander, about her assignment protecting me as Irond Alpha. But the moment I looked at her, I knew that wasnt all she had gained. What is it? I asked, unable to ignore the flicker in her eyes. Your mood feels brighter than usual. Something good happened? Her lips curved, and for a heartbeat, she looked almost like the Freya Id imagined in my loneliest nightsCunguarded, alight. Yes. Its good news. Her voice trembled with joy. Theres a new lead about my brother, Eric. The name hit me like a de to the gut. My grip on the teacup faltered. Scalding liquid sloshed over my fingers before I could steady it. The burn barely registered, but she gasped softly, rushing toward me as if the world had narrowed to my hand alone. Ss! Her small hands caught mine, pulling me with surprising strength to the washbasin. The water roared as she turned the tap, forcing my hand under the icy stream. The heat of the burn dulled, reced by the cool shock. Her touchCfirm yet tremblingCheld me there. Her wolf was worried for me. For me. I should have focused on the pain, but all I could think about was her words. Your brother, I managed, my voice low, rough. You said theres a lead? Yes, from the military. Her eyes darted up to mine, fierce with emotion. They found a drone. The serial matches one Eric operated before he disappeared. The Iron Fang Recon Unit confirmed it. Theyre sending people to recover it, and if it still holds data Her voice cracked with hope. Then maybe Ill find him soon. The water sshed over my hand, but the only burn I felt was in my chest. My wolf twisted inside me, snarling in warning. If Eric returned, what would that mean for me? For her? I clenched my jaw, but the tremor in my fingers betrayed me. Does it hurt? she asked softly, tilting her head up at me. 10:14 Tue, Sep 16 (66) s I swallowed, forcing myself to meet her gaze. If I told you it hurtCwould you care? Her answer came without hesitation, cutting through the armor Id built over years. Of course I would. Youre my mateCmy partner. If youre in pain, Ill always care. But that doesnt mean you can ignore your body. I want you to take care of yourself, Ss. I want you to live. To be well. Her words hit deeper than any de ever had. No one had spoken to me like that before. Not my parents, who only measured me by my strength. Not my grandfather, who drilled me into a weapon and demanded I grow sharp enough to lead the Whitmors. Not even my most loyal warriors, who followed me out of duty, not love. In the past, wounds meant nothing. Id bled in silence. Id told myself if I died, so be it- perhaps it would even be a release. But now? With her watching me like this, urging me to care for my own flesh the thought of dying suddenly felt like betrayal. I let her hold my hand under the cold water until the sting faded to a dull throb. She dabbed it dry with tissues, her movements careful, reverent almost. Then she asked, Wheres your medicine box? I almostughed. I dont keep one. Her brows furrowed. You dont? I dont live here often, I admitted. This ce is just somewhere I use when I cant stand the Whitmor estate. Her gaze swept the sparse apartment, the barren shelves and unadorned walls. I could tell she understood then why itcked warmth. Without another word, she pulled out her WolfComm, ordering burn ointment from a delivery runner. Then she looked up at me again, as though nothing could shake her determination. What do you want to eat tonight? she asked. My wolf stirred, unsettled by the domestic question. Anything. What about you? She tilted her head thoughtfully. If you dont mind, Ill make noodles. Simple, but filling. We can eat them together. I blinked. Youll cook? Her grin was quick, mischievous. Dont look so surprised. I can cook. Back at the Recon Unit, I 10:14 Tue, Sep 16 :.. made noodles for the squad more than once. They said it was good. A sharp edge rose in my chest before I could stop it. The words left me harsher than I intended. Did Kade eat them too? Her surprise gave way toughter. Youre jealous of Kade? 66 s I clenched my jaw. Hes been through things you and I havent. He knows sides of you I dont. She reached out, brushing her fingers lightly over mine, and the storm inside me calmed. Hes myrade. My brotherCinCarms. Thats all. You are my mate, Ss. Youre the one Ill share my days and nights with from now on. Something inside me cracked, dangerously fragile. I wanted to believe her. Needed to. By the time the delivery arrived, she was already bustling in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, hair brushing against her cheeks as she washed vegetables and sliced meat. I followed her, unable to stay seated. You should rest, she chided, noticing me hovering. Youre hurt. Ill stay quiet, I said, leaning against the wall where I could watch her. I just want to be near you. She hesitated, then gave a small smile. Fine. But dont get in my way. So I stood there, arms folded, my wolf strangely content just to watch her move. The sound of chopping, the steam rising from boiling waterCit was ordinary, human. Yet in her presence, it felt sacred. The apartment had always been cold, empty, just another ce to escape duty. But with her in the kitchen, her wolf scentcing the air, it was transformed. Warm. Alive. For the first time in years, I let myself imagine a future: marriage, a shared home, herughter echoing against these walls. I imagined cooking for her every day, learning what vors she loved, setting bowls before her with pride. And my wolf, usually restless, snarling for blood and dominance, went quietClulled by the simplest of visions: a life, not just survival. Because of Freya. Ascension 235 Third Persons POV 66 +5 Free Coins Victors face was as dark and cold as winter steel when he and Lana stepped out of the shabby inn. He looked at her as if she owed him a debt she could never repay. For Lunas sake, wasnt she supposed to be praised for drawing such a sharp line with an ex- lover? Why did he look as if he expected her to confess that she still wanted himCwanted to im himCbefore he would be satisfied? Years ago, she had overheard his friends questioning his taste. Victor, why are you wasting time with Lana? Shes in. Not a spark of fire in her. Dont tell me youre just tired of feasts and wanted some nd porridge for a change? Exactly. Nothing special about her. Do you realize how many Pack daughters and sheCwolves with Alpha bloodline would kill for your attention? And then one friend had asked the question that had lodged like a thorn in her chest: Victor, dont tell us youre serious about her? She had been standing outside the door, her heart in her throat, prayingCbeggingthat he would say yes. That even if she was in, even if she was nothingpared to those dazzling sheCwolves, he still wanted her. But the words that came through the door had frozen her marrow. Serious? No. Shes just something to pass the time. At that moment, Lana felt as if the earth had split beneath her feet, dropping her into a pit of ice. What she thought had been a fated bond, a rare spark of true affection, was nothing more than a distraction for him. She had once thought herself lucky. Reality proved she was pathetic. She didnt even remember how she had stumbled away from the doorway, only that she hadnt had the courage to barge in and confront him. 1 10:15 Tue, Sep 16 : 66 s Later, with trembling hands, she had called him. Her voice had been steady only because her heart was already in pieces. Its over, she had said. Hed only answered with one cool question: You dont regret this? I dont. That was the lie she forced out. And that was it. They severed whatever tie they had. No dramatic fight. No desperate plea. Just silence. From then on, they had lived their lives without ever crossing paths. Just as he had said, she was merely something to pass the time. Without her, he could always find another distraction. She had thought she would never see him again. Yet fate, cruel as it was, forced them to collide in humiliating ways. Twice now, after so many years. And both times, she had felt as if the Moon Goddess herself were mocking her. As they parted ways outside the inn, Lana didnt bother with goodbyes. She turned sharply, crossed the road, and slid into her WolfCommCdriven car. Without another look back, she drove away, as though speed itself could outrun the shadow of Victor Ashford. Because trulyCshe and Victor were better off never meeting again. Lana, whats with you? Youve been spacing out thesest few days. Freyas voice broke into her thoughts, dragging her back from memories shed rather leave buried. Ah! Lana jerked, her wolf bristling in embarrassment. She had triedCtruly triedCnot to think about Victor, but her mind betrayed her again and again. Was this what they meant when they said first loves were unforgettable? Damn it. Forgettable or not, she had to bury it. Shaking her head, Lana forced her voice calm. Its nothing. I was just wondering when Kade will finish digging up the truth about that man Aurora went to the inn with. That, at least, was true. The matter gnawed at her like a wolf chewing bone. Freya narrowed her eyes. Her instincts as both warrior and strategists bloodline made her sharp. It wont be anything good. 10:15 Tue, Sep 16 66 s She could already smell the rot clinging to Auroras story. The Bluemoon Betas daughter had built her rise on fragile liesCFreya could feel it in her bones. The woman had imed to be Caelum Graftons savior once, but the details never lined up. And there was still the fire years ago Aurora had been thest to see the coCpilot alive before the ze took him. The mans death had been ruled the earliest of all casualties, pinned on an unextinguished cigarette butt. Freya had investigated that scene herself. The ce where the fire started wasnt somewhere people usually passed. Which meantCif Aurora had been there, if she had truly seen the co- pilot burnCthen she must have also seen who had thrown that cigarette. So why had she said nothing? Why had she let the me fall neatly on the dead mans shoulders? A normal wolf might remain silent out of guilt. To watch someone die and do nothing would weigh heavily on the conscience. Unless Aurora had been protecting the real culprit. Or worseCshe had been the one with the cigarette. Freyas wolf bristled at the thought, a low growl vibrating in her throat. Secrets like these could bring down entire packs if left to fester. And Aurora, with her polished smile and newly earned wings in the Bluemoon Airborne Wing, was hiding far too much. 10:15 Tue, Sep 16 Ascension 236 Freyas POV : I jolted when the thought struck me. Tell me, Lana do you think Aurora smokes? Lana blinked, clearly startled. What? Why would you suddenly ask me that? 66 s My wolf stirred uneasily, hackles rising. I cant shake the feeling that the border fire wasnt just her standing by and doing nothing. At my words, Lanas eyes sharpened. She froze for a breath before muttering, Thats something well have to dig into. But no Ive never actually seen Aurora with a cigarette. Neither had I. But absence of proof wasnt proof of innocence. My gut told me she hid more than anyone realized. And my instinctsCborn of Stormveil blood, sharpened under the legacy of the Bloodmoon PackChad rarely been wrong. Yes. This was a trail worth following. Anyway, Lana broke in, brushing her hair back with an impatient flick, are you free tonight? Depends, I said lightly. Free enough. Her eyes narrowed. So you had ns, didnt you? Not exactly. I was supposed to have dinner with Ss, I admitted, my chest tightening with something I refused to name. But its fine. Ill call and let him know. Lana snorted, lips curling into a wicked grin. Careful how that sounds. Anyone overhearing would think you and Ss are already mated and settled. You sound just like a bonded pair. Her teasing struck closer to the bone than I wanted. Because she was right. These days, when I returned home from the offices or Stormveil briefings, I often found myself at the market, picking up vegetables and meat, bringing them back to cook. Ss still insisted on helping in the kitchen, despite the bandage that wound around his burned hand. He didnt know how to sit stillChis Alpha presence demanded participation, even in the smallest domestic rituals. Wed eat together. Then he would clean, stacking dishes into the wash basin before letting the machine finish the work. Sometimes we sat in the den, watching news reports or dramas, or 10:15 Tue, Sep 16 : 66 +5 Free Coins talking through books. Ss had a breadth of knowledge that surprised me constantly, and our conversationsCspirited, sometimes sharpCalways left me burning inside. On the nights when duties pulled me to paperwork, he set up his own work at the opposite desk. The study had grown into a space built for two, as though the house itself recognized the bond we hadnt spoken aloud. It was Her gasp was theatrical. You mean to tell me youve got a male like thatCbroadCshouldered, battleCtempered, AlphaCbloodedCand youre only looking? Not touching? Freya, thats a crime against womankind! I gave her a withering look. Only you could twist restraint into losing out. Sheughed, unashamed, and pped me on the shoulder. Fine. If you wont act on your instincts, then tonight Ill broaden your horizons. Youre going to see what foreign wolves call entertainment. That evening, I let Lana drag me through the brightClit streets of the Capital, until we stopped at the massive stoneCandCss archway of the Grand Theater. The scent of hundreds of wolves pressed together in anticipation filled my noseCpheromones buzzing,ughter ringing. Inside, the stage burst alive with pounding music. A troupe of foreign males danced beneath a storm of water cascading from the rafters. They were bareCchested, d only in tight ck leather pants, muscles gleaming as the falling water beaded and streamed down their bodies. The crowd roared. SheCwolves screamed. Some practically wed the air as if they could drag the dancers into their arms. Beside me, Lana shrieked louder than most, her enthusiasm shameless. Look at him, Freya! Those absCby the Moon, that body could kill! I shook my head, but couldnt deny the artistry. The dance was rhythmic, primal, almost a battle disy, wolves moving like predators under rain. It stirred the audience, though it stirred nothing in me. 10:15 Tue, Sep 16 : 66 s Because the truth was, only one male could make my heart pound like that. Only one face haunted me even nowCSs, his stormCgrey eyes burning like iron in firelight. The thought of him sent a shiver through me. My WolfComm buzzed, interrupting my thoughts. The caller ID glowed with his name. I pressed it to my ear. Ss? The growl of his voice vibrated down the line. Where are you? Whats all that noise? Before I could answer, Lana leaned close, practically shouting into my ear. Freya, look at that oneChes going to pull a lucky sheCwolf from the audience! Imagine being that close! I winced and held up a hand to silence her. Freya. Sss voice was steel. Tell me where you are. Im with Lana. Watching a performance. Itll be done around ten. Ille back on my own. No, he cut me off tly. Ille for you. Ss, thats not necess- The line went dead. Lanas eyes gleamed when I lowered the WolfComm. That was him, wasnt it? Ss? Yes, I admitted. And hesing to pick you up? She let out a low whistle. Sweet. Sounds a lot like a bonded pair to me. I flushed but said nothing. The performance continued, the rainstorm intensifying, the crowd reaching fever pitch. Wolves howled their excitement, bodies pressed shoulder to shoulder. The air reeked of sweat, pheromones, and wild hunger. And thenCdarkness. The entire theater plunged into ck. The music cut off. The water stopped midstream, droplets falling like blood in silence, Gasps, then nervousughter, rippled through the audience. Ascension 237 Third Persons POV The theater went ck. : 66 s For a heartbeat, the Grand Hall of the Capital was swallowed in shadow, and every wolf inside felt the sudden prickle of unease. Murmurs rose, sharp and restless, and the dancers on stage froze midCstep, their powerful forms caught in darkness. Whats happening? Why did the lights go out? someone barked from the crowd. Paned the air, pheromones spiking in a frenzy of rm. The backup generators hummed to life, and pale light spilled across the vast interior. A staffers voice carried through the amplifiers, shaky but clear: We apologize. Theres been a fault in the equipment tonight, and unfortunately the performance cannot continue. The uproar was immediate. What do you mean, canceled? We came here just for this! Unbelievable! Dont you check your systems before a show? Theints mounted, voicesyering like a rising pack howl, until the announcer spoke againCwords sharp enough to cut straight through the noise. Aspensation, every ticket will be reimbursed at triple its value. Moreover, anyone holding tonights ticket may return for the show at the Grand Theater of the Capital, free of charge, with upgraded seating. The uproar ebbed at once. Surprise flickered, followed swiftly by delight. Three times the money, and another show for free? The wolves of the Capital loved a bargain as much as blood. The mood shifted, grumbles reced by chatter and grins. Under the direction of the staff, the audience filed out in neat, orderly lines, though the lingering musk of disappointment still clung to the air. Lana groaned as she trailed beside Freya, her voice dripping with exasperation. Of all nights, the one time wee, and the tech decides to copse. Do you know how close I was to being picked as the lucky one on stage, Freya? I could have had one of those gods of muscle dripping water right in front of me. 10:15 Tue, Sep 16 Freya chuckled softly. Next time, Lana. : 66 s Next time, Lana sighed, her shoulders slumping. Though fate clearly doesnt like me very much tonight. They reached the broad archway of the theaters exit, the cool night air of the Capital rolling in, carrying the scents of stone, steel, and wolf musk. The hour was barely past nineCearly, by the rhythms of the city. Ss probably hasnt arrived yet, right? Lana asked, pulling her jacket tighter. Why dont you call him? If hes not here, Ill run you home. Freya opened her mouth to agree, but her gaze snagged on the sleek line of a Maybach parked not far from the entrance. The doors opened, and a tall,manding figure stepped into view, his stride purposeful, his aura unmistakable. Her heart stuttered. He had arrived early. Ss. The Alpha of the Irond Coalition carried himself with that same chill that kept lesser wolves at bay. His broad shoulders cut a severe silhouette against the glow of the streemps, his expression unreadable, his stormCgrey eyes fixed on her with an intensity that made her pulse quicken. But Freyas shock deepened when another car door mmed shut behind the Maybach. A second figure emerged from the vehicle parked in its shadow. Victor. Her breath caught. The timingCwas this coincidence? Or something far more dangerous? Freya turned instinctively toward Lana, but her friends wideCeyed expression mirrored her own disbelief. Both women stood frozen as Ss and Victor advanced toward them, side by side, two predators cutting through the dispersing crowd. The air thickened. Other females, still streaming out of the theater, slowed and stared, unable to help themselves. Two males, each breathtaking in his own rightCSs, cold and forbidding, radiating the harsh dominance of an Alpha whose aura warned all to stay back. Victor, in contrast, was elegance forged sharp, a wolf cloaked in discipline and subtle authority. Whispers flitted through the crowd. Some females all but trembled, wishing for the courage to approach, to beg for a name, a contact. But Sss presence was a wall of ironCone nce, and no one dared trespass. 10:15 Tue, Sep 16 944 : 65 +5 Free Coins Lana exhaled sharply. Since Ss is here for you, Freya Ill be going. Her voice was brittle, edged with nerves. Freya nced at her, concern stirring. She knew fragments of Lanas past with Victor. She knew her friend had once cared for him deeplyCenough to burnCbut had ended things abruptly after a year. When Freya had pressed, Lana had brushed it off with a shrug and augh. It didnt work. We werent right. Who in this age only loves once, anyway? Since then, Lana had thrown herself into work, into fleeting passions, into the thrill of chasing stars and admiring men without chains. She carried herself as if that past had been nothing but smoke. But Freya had noticed. The way Lana carefully avoided his name, the way she steered clear of ces Victor might be, the way her smile thinned whenever someone mentioned him. Was she really over him? Or was this just her way of surviving? Freyas question hung silent as Victors voice cut through the air, smooth but sharp as a de. Whats this, Lana? The moment you see me, you turn to flee? His tone carried a sting, and the muscles in his jaw flexed. Lanaughed, light and brittle, forcing her spine straight. Ss came for Freya. Of course I should leave. Unless youd prefer me to stand here as the unwantedntern between you two? Victors lips pressed into a tight line, his gaze shadowed. Ss turned his eyes to Freya, ignoring the exchange entirely. His voice was low, imperious. Lets go. Freya hesitated, torn, looking at Lana. Are you sure? Her friend nodded briskly. Go. I actually have something to say to Victor. You being here only makes it awkward. Freya caught her arm, whispering, Truly? Youll be alright? Lana smirked faintly, though her eyes glittered with a challenge that wasnt aimed at Freya. Victor isnt some beast of the Void. He wont devour me. Trust me, I want this conversation. With lingering unease, Freya allowed Ss to guide her away. His hand brushed hers, firm, anchoring, and the bond that simmered unspoken between them pulsed hot through her veins. As they disappeared into the night, Lana pivoted to face Victor fully. Her smile curved sharper 10:15 Tue, Sep 16 65 s now, tinged with bitterness. Tell me, Victor am I imagining things, or did youe here tonight for me? Victors silence was damning. His eyes darkened, his lips tightening as he recalled the earlier sceneCthe business gathering, Ss stepping aside to call Freya, and Lanas voice carrying far, too far. Herughter, her teasing words about muscled dancers, about near contact, about desire. Every syble had hit him like a w to the chest. This woman. Always so careless. Always chasing spectacle. Did she truly hunger for any wolf with a body and a grin? Jealousy burned him raw, though he wore hisposure like armor. But his silence betrayed what he would not admit. 10:15 Tue, Sep 16 Ascension 238 Third Persons POV : : Victor had told himself for years that he was finished with Lana 65 s She was his ex, a chapter long since closed. He had buried that story deep, swearing he felt nothing but indifference now. Yet here he was, standing beneath themps outside the Grand Theater of the Capital, his boots nted in the same pavement where her scent still lingered. He had followed Sss car here, against all reason, against all logic, against his own vow to never be drawn back into her orbit. Why? He couldnt answer, not even to himself. Lana tilted her head, her lips curving into a taunt that cut sharper than any de. If I asked whether you came here specifically for me what would you say, Victor? His eyes narrowed, silverCgrey shing like the edge of a drawn weapon. Instead of answering, he turned the question back on her, voice low, rough, almost feral. If I said I did what would you do then? Her brows arched, challenge glinting in her gaze. What? Are you trying to tell me you still carry a torch for me, after all these years? Victors jaw flexed. Torch? The very idea wasughable. Impossible. He scoffed, though the sound came out darker than he intended. Carrying a me for her? Back then, he had only agreed to their rtionship because she had pursued him with the persistence of a sheCwolf locked on her prey. She had been relentless, charming, wickedly determined. And when they were together, she had yed the part of the devoted mate wlesslyCuntil the moment she had ended it with all the mercy of a killing blow. No hesitation. No lingering nce back. She had discarded him like a toy she had of, leaving him to feel like the fool who had misread every signal. grown tired Cold spread through him as he let the truth fall like a de between them. Lana, do you honestly think thats possible? His tone was ice, every word precise. Her smirk faltered for a heartbeat, but she steadied it with defiance. Then why are you here? Victors stare darkened. He had asked himself the same question the moment hed stepped out of his car. The same question still wed at him. 10:15 Tue, Sep 16 : 65 +5 Free Coins He drew a breath, chest tight, and when he spoke, the words tasted of ashes. Tell me were you truly done with me? Did you really grow sick of me that easily? Lana froze. She had expected anger, perhaps scorn, but not that. Her heart skipped, and for a fleeting moment she glimpsed something raw beneath his armor. Then, with deliberate cruelty, she nodded. Yes. I was. I grew tired of you. No hesitation. No mercy. Victors face hardened, his expression slipping into shadow. His lips pressed thin, and for the first time in years, his carefully constructed calm cracked. Lana lifted her chin, unyielding. There. You have your answer. So let me give you something elseCdont appear before me again. It doesnt matter if we were lovers once. I dont want to keep bumping into you. My mate would be jealous, and Im not interested in that kind of drama. The word mate struck him like ws to the chest. Victors aura surged without warning, his dominance bleeding into the night air, sending a few nearby wolves scuttling back in instinctive submission. His voice was dangerously quiet. You have a mate? Of course. Lanasugh rang bright and cutting. What? Did you imagine Id spend these years alone, pining for you? That Id waste my youth clinging to old memories? Her eyes glinted with mischief, but her voice carried a bite. No, Victor. Ive moved on. I have someone. Someone who epts me as I am. He said nothing. He couldnt. The silence stretched taut as steel wire. Wolves passing nearby lowered their heads, unsettled by the sh of scentsCher mocking defiance, his storming fury. Victor clenched his fists at his sides, nails biting into his palms. He knew she might be lying. He hoped she was lying. And yet, the thought of her with another wolf, with another males scent draped over her skin, gnawed at him until his chest felt hollow. You came here to watch males unt themselves on stage, he said finally, his voice jagged, and your soCcalled mate doesnt care? He cares, Lana said sweetly, but hes generous. He lets me enjoy myself. If he hadnt been busy tonight, hed have joined me. Her lips curved as she dealt the final strike. Now, if youll excuse me, I need to meet him. Goodbye, Victor. She turned sharply, her heels clicking against the stone, her figure disappearing into the night 10:15 Tue, Sep 16 with the same careless finality she had wielded years ago. 65 s Victor stood rooted, his eyes locked on her retreating back. His lipspressed into a thin, bloodless line. He had prided himself on his control, his restraintCthe very traits that had made him a force in the Silverfang courts. Even when trials shifted, even when witnesses betrayed him, even when enemies wed at his throat, he had remained unshaken, unflinching. But tonight, her words had stripped thatposure bare. A mate. His chest clenched in on itself, a brutal, unfamiliar ache spreading outward like wildfire. He wanted to deny it, tough it off, to cast her im aside. But the scent of her confidence, the deliberate ease of her voiceCit gnawed at him, relentless. Why did the thought of her belonging to another wolf carve him open in a way no battlefield ever had? Meanwhile, not far away, Freya slid into the backseat of Sss Maybach. The leather smelled of cedar and steel, the Alphas scent woven deeply into the car itself. She nced at him, brows furrowing. You were early. I thought youd only arrive closer to ten. Then, suspicion narrowed her eyes. Ss tell me the truth. That sudden power failure inside the theaterCwas that really an ident? His jaw shifted, and when he inclined his head in quiet confirmation, her breath caught. You caused it? she whispered. Yes, he said simply, unflinching beneath her gaze. Shock rippled through her. Why? Was it just to drag me out early? His voice dropped, quiet but fervent. I didnt want you watching them. I didnt want you close to them. His eyes softened, but his aura remained fierce, iming. Does that make me small, Freya? Petty? Perhaps. But I cant stand the thought of you giving your attention to others. Not when youre mine, Freyas chest tightened at the vulnerability flickering beneath his Alpha exterior. For all his power, for all the iron he wore like armor, Ss Whitmor was afraidCafraid of losing her. She reached out, fingertips brushing against his face, softening the tension in his features. I wasnt there for them. I was there for Lana. You dont need to be afraid. Her voice was steady, 10:15 Tue, Sep 16 : warm. Youre my mate. In front of me, you dont have to guard yourself so hard. 65 s Sssshes flickered, hisposure nearly undone. He hadmanded armies, ruled coalitions, broken rivals. But with her, he was fragile in a way he barely understood. His lips parted, a whisper breaking from him like prayer. Then tell me are you interested in only me? Her cheeks flushed at the rawness of the question. The drivers presence loomed in the front seat, but Sss eyes burned with such hope, such need, that she could not deflect him. Ascension 239 Freyas POV : 65 s When Ss leaned closer in the car, whispering his vow that I could only ever be interested in him, my cheeks burned hot. I was not the type of sheCwolf who spilled tender words in front of others, especially not with the driver sitting stiffly in the front seat pretending not to hear. But I could not let Sss unease fester any longer. Yes, I told him, steadying my voice even as my pulse thundered. Im only interested in you. The moment those words left my lips, his expression shiftedCstorm clouds breaking into rare sunlight. A slow, dangerous smile tugged at his mouth. He caught my hand, lifted it with reverence, and pressed a kiss to my fingertip. His lips were hot, searing me with a im as primal as any mate mark. Then from now on, he murmured, his voice low andmanding, you can only be interested in me. No other male. I knew the drivers ears were burning, but Ss did not care. Who would believe that the Irond AlphaCcold, ruthless, feared even among AlphasCcould sound like an anxious young wolf desperate for reassurance? Even back at my apartment, my fingertips still tingled from where his lips had touched me. The echo of his words clung like a phantom bond. I drew a steadying breath and turned to him. Ss, dont ever pull something like that again. If you dont like me watching certain performances, just tell me. Theres no need to stir up chaos to drag me away. I dont want our issues spilling onto others. He tilted his head, eyes unreadable. I pushed on, softer now. And you need to trust me more. Respect that Ill spend time with my friends. Im not going to fall for some dancer on a stage. To me, its nothing more than performanceCform, grace, movement. Nothing deeper. We were still in our fragile stage, I knew. Every couple had to endure the grinding of stones before sparks became me. This was our trial by fire, His dark eyes gleamed faintly. Fine, he said atst, his voice softer than I expected. Ill listen to you. I wont do that again. Relief washed through me, but it didntst. His gaze sharpened again, a flicker of possessiveness beneath his calm. But, Freya I need you to give me confidence too. Confidence? I blinked at him. 10:15 Tue, Sep 16 : 65 +5 Free Coins Yes. His tone was velvet, edged with steel. Look at me more. Let me feel that Im the only male who draws your attention. Make me believe youll not just love me, but love me deeply. When his voice dipped low like that, it sent a shiver racing down my spine. It was a wolfs growl softened into seduction, and my body responded before my mind could resist. What exactly do you want me to do? I asked, wary but curious. Instead of answering, he surprised me with a question. Did you enjoy tonights performance? I hesitated. It was good. Those shows are professional. Theres beauty and strength in the movements. If it makes you uneasy, we could even watch together next time. Ss lowered hisshes, shadows darkening his face. Rather than watch together, Id prefer thisCif you want to see a male dance, Ill dance for you. I froze. What? Ill dance, he said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. I gaped at him. You? Dance? Why? You think I cant? His eyes sparked with challenge. I swallowed hard. I had never imagined the Irond Alpha of the CoalitionCthe wolf whose name alone made rivals hesitateCsaying something so absurd. Before I could gather myself, he tugged at the tie at his throat. The silk slid loose, and he began unbuttoning his jacket. Every inch of clothing he shed tightened a coil in my stomach. Id seen plenty of halfCdressed males in training yards, even tonight on that stage, muscles gleaming under spotlights as strangers screamed for them. But none of that prepared me for this. Ss stripped down with unhurried confidence, each motion deliberate, his eyes never leaving mine. By the time his shirt hit the floor, my breath was shallow, my heart mming against my ribs like a trapped thing. He came closer, heat radiating from him, the raw scent of Alpha dominance threading the air. His gaze locked with mine, molten and unrelenting. What kind of dance do you like? Youve trained? My voice cracked. No, he admitted. But I can learn. Ive always been a quick study. If you want to see me dance, Ill master it. 10:16 Tue, Sep 16 65 s His wolf stirred, brushing mine with the weight of his intent. My throat tightened. This untouchable Alpha was offering to stumble through something so far beneath his station, just to please me. Though his eyes flickered down, shadows crossing his expression, I have scars. If they ruin the sight for you, I can remove them. There are healersCscars can be erased now. Id do it if you want. I sucked in a breath. Ss! My voice cracked sharper than intended. He looked startled. I reached up, cupping his face, holding him still. I dont care about scars. Theyre proof youve fought, survived. Proof youre strong. The only male I care aboutCthe only one Im interested inCis you. Hisshes trembled, and for the first time, I glimpsed uncertainty beneath his armor. I didnt give him room to doubt again. My arms slid around his neck, pulling him down into a kiss. His lips were fire against mine, tentative at first, as though he feared Id recoil. That hesitation nearly broke me. He was Ss Whitmor, Alpha of the Irond Coalition, a wolf whomanded armies and forged alliances with nothing but his presence. Yet with me, he kissed like a male who thought himself unworthy, who feared his mate would leave him at any moment. The taste of him, the feel of him, sent something cracking in my chest. My nose stung with sudden heat. Ss, I whispered against his mouth, trembling, I want you. The words spilled out raw, unguarded, pulled straight from the depths of my wolf. Ascension 240 Freyas POV 65 +5 Free Coins Sss entire body jolted as though struck by lightning. His eyes widened, filled with disbelief as he stared at me. You what did you say? His voice trembled, barely more than a rasp, and even his breath hitched as if he were afraid to exhale. For a heartbeat I thought he might have misheard meCor worse, that he believed I hadnt meant it. That fear shadowed his expression, the dread that this was nothing more than his own desperate fantasy. I smiled faintly, meeting his gaze with steady certainty. Ss, I want you. Do you want me? His throat bobbed as his Adams apple slid hard, the sound almost audible in the charged air between us. How could he not want me? His wolf pressed at the edge of his control, its hunger bleeding through. I want you, Freya, he whispered hoarsely, reverence and hunger twined in his tone. I want you so much its tearing me apart. The next second, his arms swept around me, strong and sure, lifting me effortlessly off the ground. He cradled me as if I weighed nothing, carrying me across the room until my back met the softness of the bed. My breath caught. Id shared this bed with him countless nights since returning to the Capital. Nights of quiet closeness, the simple weight of his body beside mine. But tonight was different. Tonight, the thought of what was about to happen set fire to my skin and sent my pulse into a frantic rhythm. 1 He lowered me onto the bed with startling gentleness, hovering over me, his dark eyes searching mine. Youre sure? You wont regret this? I arched a brow. And if I change my mind? His lips pressed into a thin line, his stare steady and unwavering. Then even if every part of me burns for you, I wont touch you. Not unless you want me. Something inside me softened. He was an AlphaChe could have taken what he desired without question. Yet here he was, promising restraint, promising to wait for me. Iughed softly, tugging at his arm until his bnce gave way and he toppled onto the 10:16 Tue, Sep 16 : 65 +5 Free Coins mattress beside me. My hand pressed to his chest, feeling the thunder of his heartbeat beneath my palm. I wont regret this, I murmured. And youCdont you dare regret it either. Then I pulled him down and kissed him, hard and certain. My fingers moved lower, fumbling at the leather of his belt until it loosened beneath my touch. His entire body shuddered. Wherever my hands grazed, his skin flushed hot, trembling faintly, like a warrior barely holding back from unleashing everything inside. He knewCI was finally opening my heart fully, letting him in where no one else had ever been allowed. Freya, he breathed against my lips, his voice breaking with raw emotion. I love you. The words made my chest ache. He had once thought his body nothing but a scarred vessel, a shell unworthy of adoration. But now, he was offering all of himself to meCas Alpha, as man, as wolf. If this body could please me, he seemed to believe, then perhaps it had worth after all. That night, the Irond Alpha trembled against me again and again, breaking apart in my arms. His rough gasps, the low growls of need, the unrestrained sounds that escaped his throat -they painted his desire in every note. His body was taut with tension, alive with shivers of pleasure and hunger. Through it all, I felt his love in every touch, every movement. He cherished me as though I were his salvation, and I realized that, to him, I was. By the end, I was utterly spent, every muscle quivering as though Id fought through a battlefield. My fingers could hardly twitch, exhaustion dragging at me heavier than anybat training ever had. Through a haze, I felt the brush of lips against my forehead, featherClight, reverent. Freya, his voice whispered ragged in my ear, dont ever leave me. Fool, I thought hazily. How could I ever leave you? That was thest thought I carried into sleep. Morning came far too soon. I stirred, blinking blearily against the light. Awake? His voice drifted warmly from beside me. If you want to rest more, stay in bed. Ive already taken care of itCyou dont need to go in today. I froze. Wait. What do you mean youve taken care of it? 10:16 Tue, Sep 16 :. : 65 s He leaned casually against the bedframe, already fully dressed, looking maddeningly fresh while I felt like Id been trampled by an entire pack. Lana called this morning, asking why you hadnt shown at SkyVex. I told her you were exhausted fromst night and needed to take the day off. So I asked her to give you leave. Forgive meCI didnt wait for your permission. My eyes widened. YouCwhat? Moon above. Lana. If her imagination hadnt already run wild, shed probably be halfway to the Bloodmoon Pack by now to gossip about it. It wasnt that I minded people knowing. I had chosen this, chosen him, and I wasnt ashamed. But the thought of Lanas knowing smirk and relentless teasing was enough to give me a headache. I rubbed my temple and forced myself uprightConly to wince as every muscle in my body screamed. The soreness ran through my limbs like fire. And then I looked down. My skin was littered with marksCred and purple, bold derations of his im. My jaw dropped. Goddess help me. How many times had we? Heat med across my face as I yanked the nket up to cover myself. When I dared a nce at Ss, he was already buttoned, belted, groomed to perfection- radiating the calm power of an Alpha whod conquered the night. I nearly groaned aloud. How was it that after a night like that, he looked like hed just stepped out of a strategy council, while I could barely move without whimpering? The difference between male and female wolves after a night of passion was brutally unfair. Ascension 241 10:16 Tue, Sep 16 Freyas POV : 65 s Sss voice brushed against my ears like a low growl, warm and careful. Are you hurting? still I blinked at him, realizing how clear my skin feltCno sticky traces, no difort. Hed washed me, tended to me while I slept so soundly I hadnt stirred once. That realization alone startled me. I, who never truly lowered my guard, whod survived in the shadows of Stormveils politics, had slept like a pup safe in its den. Because he was there. Its not pain, just sore, I murmured. His silverCgrey eyes darkened with worry. Was I too roughst night? You didnt enjoy it? II swear Ill do better. It was my first time too. Next time, Ill Heat flooded my face. No, Ss. You were good. More than good. His touches had been clumsy but earnest, every moveyered with hunger and reverence that left me trembling. And every time I thought we were finished, his desire surged again, impossible to resist. Id told myself to push him away, to demand rest, but then I saw that desperate fire in his gaze- Alpha fireCand I cayed. Again and again. My cheeks burned hotter. You just didnt seem to have enough. The corners of his lips curved faintly, almost wolfish. But, I continued, voice softer, I realized something. I must trust you more than I thought. His brows rose. I slept straight through the night while you bathed me, Ss. Normally, I wouldve woken at the slightest touch. But with you My voice faltered. I felt safe. That earned me a rare, unguarded smile from him, tender enough to tighten my chest. Let me dress you, he offered. I shot upright, horrified. No! I can do it myself. Youre still sore. Let me. I want to take care of you. The words made my face ze. Just hand me my clothes. He obeyed without protest, pulling garments from the wardrobeCevery piece, even the 10:16 Tue, Sep 16 : 65 s intimate onesChis movements so steady, soposed. My pulse quickened at his calmness. Sometimes he was all nervous edges, uncertain of my heart. Other times, he carried himself like the true Alpha he was, unshaken andmanding. Turn around, I demanded. He did, obedient as a wolf awaiting its Lunasmand. Only then did I slip from beneath the sheets and tug on my clothes, though my body protested every stretch. Spirits, I felt like Id been in a full Iron Fang training run. My thighs burned. My back throbbed. And yet, beneath the ache, something inside me whispered of the next time. Next time. My fingers stilled. Was I really anticipating more nights likest? With him? The thought didnt feel terrifying. It felt natural. As though fate itself had intended this. All done, I called softly. When I reached for my shoes, Ss suddenly knelt before me, taking them into hisrge hands. He slid them onto my feet with such gentleness it made my throat close. I can- 99 I know you can, he cut in, lifting his gaze to mine. Youre not the kind of woman who needs anyone to do things for her. Youre strong, Freya. You always will be. But let me do this, just this. Its something I want to give you. Dont push it away. My heart clenched. He had no idea how dangerous it was to say things like that to me, to peel away my walls with tenderness. If I let myself rely on him too much, if I gave him all of me, would I survive it if he ever walked away? But for once, I stayed quiet and let him slip the shoes onto my feet. By the time we reached the dining room, the scent of something warm drifted to me. Ss moved quickly, carrying bowls from the kitchen. Sit. Ill bring breakfast. Breakfast? I blinked. Porridge. I made it myself. His tone was halfCproud, halfCanxious. If its not to your taste, tell me what you like. Ill learn. I stared at him, imagining this AlphaCthe head of the Whitmor line, the Irond Coalitions heirCin an apron at a hearth. Did you wear an apron? He frowned. No. Should I have? 10:16 Tue, Sep 16 : : 65 s A pang of disappointment slipped out before I could stop it. I just wondered what youd look like in one. That made him chuckle. If you want to see me in an apron, Freya, Ill wear one. Next time I cook for you, Ill make sure of it. My hand shot out to stop him as he started toward the kitchen. No need. I was joking. I wasnt, he murmured, setting the steaming bowl in front of me. Next time, youll see. The porridge was simple, but warm and faintly sweet. As I tasted it, a thought struck me- dangerous in itsfort. Perhaps living like this, with him by my side, wasnt something to fear. Maybe it was what Id been searching for all along. C Later that afternoon, when I stepped into the offices of SkyVex Armaments, I was immediately ambushed by Lana. Her grin was sly, her Beta aura buzzing with mischief. Well? she demanded, practically bouncing at my side. Spill it, Freya. Did you finally devour Ssst night? I nearly choked. Spirits help meCLana would never let me live this down. Ascension 242 Third Persons POV : : 65 +5 Free Coins Freya didnt flinch. Her lips curved faintly as she answered with disarming bluntness, I did. Lanas eyes widened. Moon above! And here I thought youd hold out until the end of days. What made you change your mind? Freyas only reply was a pointed roll of her eyes, but that alone told Lana more than words. Unfazed, the other woman pressed on. Anyway, the showst night ended early. How about we go see the rest of it another time? Find someone else, Freya countered smoothly. If I go with you again, the performance might stop halfwayCagain. For a moment Lana blinked, notprehending. Then the realization struck her, and she let out a scandalizedugh. No way! That interruption was because of Ss? Mm, Freya confirmed with a calmness that only made Lana gape further. Spirits. Thats so like himCIrond Alpha makes a move, and the world rearranges itself. No halfway measures with that male, Lana muttered, shaking her head. Fine, Ill drag someone else with me. Her expression softened, though, as she tilted her head. What about you and Victor? Did you two settle things? Settled, Lana said with forced brightness. I said what needed to be said, and we parted. No lingering ties, no regrets. Freya studied her for a moment. You and he Nothing left, Lana cut her off with a dismissive wave, patting her shoulder firmly. I can let go of what doesnt serve me. Dont worry. Satisfied, Freya inclined her head. Thats good. But Lana was never one to linger on her own wounds. Her eyes lit with fresh gossip, her voice dropping conspiratorially. By the way, word just came in this morningCIronhold Consortium is pulling its backing from SilverTech Forgeworks. Caelum is probably pacing his Alpha office like a wolf in a trap right now. Without fresh investment, hell have no choice but to sell thepany cheap. 10:16 Tue, Sep 16 : 65 s Freyas gaze cooled, though her tone remained even. SilverTech was never worth much. Exactly! Lana snorted. These shy tech ventures live or die by the brains they house, not the steel and stone. And Caelum still doesnt grasp why he seeded in the first ce. He thought it was all his genius, when it was your patents, your work. He tried to steal them, but could never wield them. A small smile tugged at Freyas lips. He was never going to use them. Not truly. And divorcing you? Lanasugh was sharp. That was his greatest blunder. Mark my words, FreyaCsoon hell have nothing left but ashes. Perhaps, Freya said softly, her golden eyes shing with an Alphas certainty. But leaving him? That was my salvation. Lana leaned back, satisfied. Both women could already envision Caelums downfallthe Silverfang Alpha, once untouchable, stripped to nothing. Across the city, in the steelCandCssir of SilverTech Forgeworks, Caelum Graftons control finally cracked. The WolfComm device in his hand went sailing across the office, shattering against the wall with a vicious crack. His chest heaved with rage. How could this happen? He had beggedClowered himself in ways no Alpha shouldbut the investors were resolute. The Ironhold Consortium was out. They knew pulling their ws from hispany would gut it, and still they walked away. No negotiation. No mercy. Caelum! Aurora burst into the room, narrowly dodging the shattered device on the floor. The Bluemoon Betas daughter looked rmed. What happened? He forced his fury down, though his voice was still rough. Nothing you need to worry about. Why are you here? Aurora stepped closer, her eyes earnest. I know someone who can arrange a private credit Joan. The rates are higher than the banks, but with yourpany needing funds now, this could save you. Once Forgeworks rebounds, you can repay it easily. Credit loan? His brows furrowed. Such lenders demanded stable operations and steady flows of gold. Since Freyas departure, SilverTechs fortunes had plummeted. Stock after stock had tumbled, investors whispered of copse, and his onceCfeared name drew little but ridicule, What bank would back a dying Alphas venture? Aurora pressed on. Its not impossible. I spoke of you already. Theyre willing to lend fifty million. His eyes widened. Truly? Not one of those private sharks? 10:16 Tue, Sep 16 65 s It isnt illegal, Aurora hurried to assure. The annual interest is steep, yes, but still within the legal limitCno more than thirtyCsix percent. Caelums stomach sank. That rate was near ruinous, but the desperation wing at his chest left him cornered. Too high. I should Caelum, Aurora cut him off, voice urgent, my uncle is preparing tounch his own drone project. Take this money, keep SilverTech alive long enough to negotiate with him. Once he invests, youll have all the capital you need to pay back the loan. And in two months, your shares unfreeze. If you sell part of them, you could raise two hundred million easily. Enough to cover everything. Her words made sense. More than senseCthey offered him the only path left. Slowly, reluctantly, he nodded. Fine. Ill take it. Relief broke over her face, followed by a bright, satisfied smile. Ill tell them at once. She turned, slipping her WolfComm device from her pocket, and her fingers moved swiftly across the screen. A message shed away, not to the lender but to another number altogether. FortyCnine point five million, three days from now. Caelum never noticed. He was already nning which limbs of his empire he would cut away, which wolves he would sacrifice, all to keep the illusion of power alive a little longer. Elsewhere, a call came through to Freya from the Iron Fang division. Freya Thorne, the voice on the other end rumbled. Weve recovered the drone your brother Eric left behind. The data core survived better than we expected. The SD moduleCour techs have restored a portion. You shoulde. See it for yourself. Her breath caught. Erics legacy, thought lost to war and betrayal, was stirring again. Ascension 243 Freyas POV 65 s I rushed into the militarypound, my heart hammering like a drum inside my chest. The Iron Fang Recon Unit had summoned me here. My legs carried me faster than I realized, as though my wolf itself pushed me forward. Five years. Five years since my brother Eric vanished into the mes at the border. Five years since Ist heard his voice. And now, I stood in front of the screens, clutching the edge of the desk as though it was the only thing keeping me upright. The recovered SD card from Erics drone flickered to life. Static. Distorted sound. ThenChis voice. My brothers voice. The moment it reached my ears, hot tears burst from my eyes, streaming down unchecked. My knees nearly gave out. The ache that had hollowed me for half a decade suddenly came alive, sharp and raw, as if no time had passed at all. Eric I whispered, choking on the sound of his name. His voice was calm, professional, steadyCthe way it always was when he reported during missions. He had been part of the Iron Fang Recon Unit, a shadow in hostile territory, braver than anyone Id ever known. Hearing him again was like feeling the moonlight after years of endless night. Themanding officer stood at my side, his posture rigid. Freya some of the footage pertains to ssified missions. By regtion, we cant let you see those segments. I hope you understand. I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded. I understand. My voice trembled with unshed grief. The officer went on. But from the fragments we restored, we can confirm this muchCyour brothers final mission was tied to the border fire five years ago. His drone captured signs of the ze before it spread out of control. He must have encountered it midCoperation. The firestorm caused the drone to lose signal and Eric disappeared soon after. 10:16 Tue, Sep 16 65 s My hands curled into fists at my sides, ws threatening to pierce my palms. I had suspected this all alongCthat Erics disappearance was no ident, that the soCcalled border fire was more than what the official reports had imed. And now, their words only confirmed the shadow that had haunted me for years. If not for that inferno, Eric would still be alive. He would still be here with me. The officer hesitated. Were crossCreferencing casualty records from Deepmoor City and the border region. With a fire of that scale, its possible some victims were unounted for. After all these years His gaze softened, almost pitying. Its likely Eric perished that day. My teeth ground together. No. I refused to believe it. My brother was the fiercest wolf I had ever known. I had seen him survive bullet storms, traps set by rogues, even ambushes in contestednds. He had sworn to protect me when I was just a pup, and I could still feel the echo of his promise. A fire could not have taken him. Not Eric. He was still alive. He had to be. I want to know thest recorded coordinates of his drone, I demanded, forcing my voice steady even as my chest quivered. The officer inclined his head. That can be arranged. And I want to see the footage again, I pressed. The part I was cleared to view. He nodded to a technician, who quickly reyed the segment. Grainy aerial shots filled the screenCthe bordends stretched beneath the drones lens, dry scrub, jagged rocks, shadows shifting with the wind. The fire had not yet erupted. Then I saw it. A spark. A plume of smoke curling in the distance. My eyes narrowed. Stop there. The technician froze the frame. Zoom in. The camera strained, the image distorting as the pixels stretched. The focal point grewrger 10:16 Tue, Sep 16 65 s -trees ckened at the edges, smoke thickening. And there faint, blurred, but unmistakable C A figure. A silhouette right at the ignition point. Again, I said, my pulse racing. The video reyed, and once more, the shadow appeared, caught at the very heart of the spark that became the inferno. Enhance, I ordered. The technician shook his head. This is as clear as it gets. Five years have degraded the quality. Beyond this it cant be improved on our end. But I saw enough. My instincts screamed at me. Whoever that figure was, they were no coincidence. The fire wasnt some identCit was lit. And Eric had been caught in its wake. I straightened, my wolf wing inside me, snarling for answers. Give me this video, I said. Ill see if I can restore it further myself. The officer studied me for a moment before nodding. Very well. But only this portion. The rest remains sealed. Thats all I need, I murmured. When I stepped out of thepound, the autumn wind hit my damp cheeks, cooling the salt of my tears. In my hand, I clutched the small drive the officer had handed me, holding it as if it were the most precious relic in the world. The UCdisk burned against my palm like a live ember. Because I knew. The truth of that nightCthe fire, Erics disappearanceCwas buried in this footage. And I would tear through every shadow, every lie, every wall, until I dragged the truth into the light. Eric wasnt gone. He couldnt be. And if the ze was no ident, then someone lit it. 10:16 Tue, Sep 16 : 65 s Someone destroyed my brothers life. My wolf howled inside me, the sound vibrating through my bones. I will find them. I will find him. Even if I had to burn the world down to do it. 10:16 Tue, Sep 16 Ascension 244 Freyas POV P: : 65 s I pulled into the underground garage, the hum of my WolfComm silencing as I shut the engine. The air always carried that metallic tang of the city packs, but tonight it felt heavier, pressing against my chest. When I stepped into the apartment, I froze. Ss was already there. He sat on the leather sofa, shoulders broad and posture sharp, flipping through a thick stack of documents. The light from themp cut across his scarred jawline, making him look every inch the Alpha of the Irond CoalitionCunyielding, unreadable. But the moment his eyesnded on me, all that iron melted. He dropped the papers at once and stood. Youre back, he said, voice low, carrying a weight that vibrated through the air between us. I moved closer, my boots echoing softly against the floor. For a moment, I just looked at him, the man who had be the one constant in this chaotic world. He hesitated, gaze narrowing as it fell on my face. Freya your eyes. Theyre red. Have you been crying? Before he could finish, something inside me snapped. I crossed the space in two strides and threw myself into his arms, burying my face deep in his chest. His scentCearth, steel, and the faint burn of wildfireCengulfed me, steadying the storm in my veins. Ss stiffened in shock. I knew why. In his eyes, I had always been the strong one. The wolf who survived exile, betrayal, even rejection by the Silverfang Alpha Caelum. Tears were a luxury I couldnt afford. But my eyes must have betrayed me now. Had someone hurt me? Had the world pushed me too far? He didnt know the truthCthat the tears had fallen not from pain inflicted tonight, but from the memory of a voice I thought Id never hear again. Erics voice. My brothersughter, carried through a fragment of drone footage from the Iron Fang Recon Unit. Five years gone, yet for a moment, it felt as if he were still alive, still here. And then, walking into this apartment, seeing Ss sitting there, calm and waiting the feeling hit me like a de to the chest. Home. Not the Silverfang Pack that had chained me to Caelum. But here. With him. My lips trembled against his shirt as I whispered, Just let me hold you for a while. 10:17 Tue, Sep 16 : 65 s His chest rumbled with a sound almost like a growl, but it was softerCan Alphas vow given without words. Alright, he murmured. Take all the time you need. I stayed like that, cocooned in his warmth, until the ache in my throat eased. Finally, I forced myself to lift my head. My eyes were burning, hazy with mist, the wolf within me pacing restlessly at the bond stirring in my core. Tell me what happened, Ss said, his voice rough. His fingers brushed against my cheek with surprising gentleness, tracing away the wetness at the corner of my eyes. Who made you cry? Just give me their name, Freya, and Ill make sure they regret it. The fire in his tone was rare. Ss was the kind of Alpha who looked at the world with indifference, his emotions forged into iron long ago. But for meCjust for meChis rage burned hot and unrestrained. My chest squeezed at the thought, and instead of breaking down again, I found myself smiling. A bitter, helpless curve of my lips. Its not what you think, I rasped. The truth was simple. Since my parentsCArthur and MyraCwere buried in the Ashbourne Legions Hall of Martyrs, I hadnt known what family felt like. I thought marriage to Caelum would give me that, but the Silverfangs never once treated me as kin. I was an ornament, an outcast, a means to an alliance that had long since rotted. But here, with Ss the moment I turned the key and stepped inside, something in me whispered: youre home. I pressed my forehead against his chest again, exhaling a shaky breath. Ss how am I supposed not to love you when youre like this? His body stiffened. Slowly, almost unwillingly, he pulled back just enough to meet my gaze. What did you just say? His voice cracked, a rare fracture in the armor of an Alpha. You love me? The disbelief in his expression nearly undid me. For so long, hed carried his devotion silently, never asking for anything in return. Maybe he thought he wasnt worthy. Maybe he thought my heart was still chained to Silverfang. But I knew my truth now. I nodded, steadying my breath, letting the certainty harden my voice. Yes, Ss. I love you. I love you. The words shattered something inside him. His eyes red with a primal glow, wolfCgold shining as a tear slipped down his cheek before he could stop it. Ss Whitmor, the Alpha forged of steel, was crying. 10:17 Tue, Sep 16 : ? (6) s My heart lurched. Before I could say another word, his arms crushed me to him, strong enough to squeeze the air from my lungs. Freya you cant take that back. Not now. Not ever. You said itCyoure mine. You cant regret it, you cant walk away. His voice shook, thick with desperation and something dangerously close to prayer. I lifted a hand, stroking his back as though soothing a wolf on the edge of breaking. I wont regret it. I wont take it back. I meant every word. I love you, Ss. Youre the only one. His breath hitched like hed been drowning and finally found air. He buried his face against my hair, repeating my name like it was the only tether he had to reality. Freya Freya I cupped his face, pulling back just enough to see him clearly. The strong Alpha who feared nothingyet trembled now because of me. A tear still stained his cheek, and I couldnt help butugh softly, brushing it away. You told me not to cry, and now look at you. Im not sad, he said hoarsely. Im happy. Gods, Freya, I didnt even know I could feel this happy. His joy was so raw, so consuming, that it wrapped around me like a second heartbeat. For the first time in years, I let myself believe in a future not chained to sorrow. Then lets hold onto this, I whispered, voice firm despite the tears burning my throat. Well face everything together. And when I find Eric, Ill tell him the truthCthat you are the man I chose. The man I love. Sss wolf surged in his chest, a low growl rolling outnot a warning, but a vow. His arms locked around me once more, unbreakable. And for the first time in a long, long while, I didnt feel alone. 3/3 Ascension 245 Third Persons POV 65 +5 Free Coins Freya shook her head against him, her voice muffled. It wasnt like that. I went to the militarypound today I managed to recover the drone my brother Eric used before he disappeared. There were files left on the SD storage. Video. His voice. Sss body went rigid. His arms tightened around her as if he could shield her from the ache of memory. And? he pressed, his tone low, dangerous. Was there a clue? Her eyes dimmed, shadowed with grief. It confirmed what the generals suspect. Erics disappearance is tied to the great border fire. The Iron Fang Recon Unit never returned. The officials lean toward dering him fallen Her voice cracked. No. Sss growl thundered through the room, his eyes shing. Your brother is not dead. Sss jaw clenched, his wolf aura bristling. I believe in him. Hes your brother, Freya. A wolf like that doesnt vanish into ashes. Hes alive. Somewhere out there, hes fighting to return. The words struck deep. A fragile spark flickered to life in Freyas chest. She wanted to believe. Needed to believe. Yes he has to be alive, she whispered. Sss lips pressed thin, his expression shifting. I had my people investigate Aurora and the coCpilot, James. What I uncovered He reached for the documents he had set down earlier and handed them to her. I think you should see this. Freyas fingers tightened around the papers. Sss voice lowered as he exined. Five years ago, Aurora smoked. Not heavily, but enoughCespecially during missions or when stress. pressed her. She was seen at gatherings, sometimes outside a bar in Deepmoor City, cigarette in hand. But after the border fire, she stopped. Completely. Not one wolf has seen her touch a cigarette since. Freyas brows furrowed as she scanned the notes. The implications settled over her like frost. Ss went on, his tone sharp. The mission Aurora flew was no small thing. The Bluemoon Airborne Wing was ordered to reach the border and pull trapped civilians back into packnds. The chaos at the frontier made it dangerousCwolves died on those runs. Witnesses in Deepmoor said she was trembling, caught in the pressure. Thats when they saw her smoking, before she boarded the flight with James. Each detail wove into arger, drawing lines toward Aurora. Freya lowered her gaze to the evidence, her heartbeat quickening. 1/3 10:17 Tue, Sep 16 +5 Free Coins I need to repair one of the corrupted videos from Erics drone, she said quietly. Ss, the Whitmor family vault has advanced tech. Precisionputers. Restoration hardware. Let me use them. Freya. Sss hand cupped her face, thumb brushing across her cheek. His eyes burned into hers, an Alphas vow behind them. Anything thats mine is yours. You never have to ask. Her chest tightened. Warmth filled her, pushing back the shadows. Thank you, she murmured. He leaned closer, voice dropping into a nearCgrowl. Dont thank me. You dont owe me stay, that gratitude. Only trust. His wolf surged beneath the words, desperate that she would she would not slip through his fingers. Across the city, in a dim bar on the edges of Deepmoor, Kade ckridge loungedzily at a corner table. A halfCfinished ss of liquor rested before him, though his golden eyes gleamed sharper than the des strapped beneath his jacket. At the next table, a manughed too loud, a woman curled on hisp like a cat in heat. The man was Leea detective with greedy eyes and a rotting soul. Auroras misfortune had ced him in her path, and he had leeched off it ever since. The woman tipped her ss, coaxing anotherugh from him. Lee, youre generous tonight. Celebrating something? Lee puffed his chest, drunk and smug. Something good, thats what. Ive hit the jackpot. Soon, Ill be rich. Maybe Ill let you enjoy the spoils if you behave. She giggled, pressing herself closer. Oh? Tell me, Lee. Whats the secret? Whats got you so pleased? The alcohol loosened his tongue. Hah! Someone hired me to dig into a case. But I found something better. Theres a wolf bitch out thereCpretending to be a savior shes not. imed she pulled a wolf from death when she didnt. When I cornered her, she panicked. Paid me off to keep my mouth shut. Easy money. Lee grinned, pleased with himself, never noticing the predator watching from the shadows. Kade had heard enough. He rose, pushing back his chair with deliberate slowness. His gaze swept the room like a de unsheathed. He slipped out of the bar, his senses alert. Momentster, the woman on Leesp excused herself, heels clicking down the corridor. She caught up with Kade as they crossed paths. Her voice dropped to a whisper, careful not to be heard. O 10:17 Tue, Sep 16 : Kade I did what you asked. You owe me. : 65 s He didnt look at her, his voice a cool slice of steel. Youll get what I promised. Count on it. She smirked and vanished into the night. Later, in a quiet meeting room, Lana frowned as Kade ryed what hed overheard. So, Lee threatened Aurora. And the woman he spoke ofCthe one pretending to be the rescuer -he meant Aurora too? Kades expression was unreadable. Thats what it sounded like. Ascension 246 Third Persons POV s Auroras confidence had always bordered on arrogance, but this time, it glimmered with something sharperCdesperation. She had spun a tale for Caelum, the Alpha of Silverfang Pack, a story that cast her as the loyal savior and painted Freya in the shadows. She spoke it smoothly, her voice warm, eyes filled with crafted sincerity. Yet somewhere deep inside, Aurora knew the threads of her lies were fragile, like spider silk stretched too thin across a storm. Freyas allies, however, were not so easily deceived. Lana had caught the scent of falsehood first, her hackles raised, her instincts snapping like jaws. Kades anger had followed quickly, his sharp words tearing at the quiet evening air as if he were tearing flesh. Shes lying, Lana hissed, pacing like a wolf caged too long. Freya would never mistake something like this. That means Aurora must have woven the lie herself. Kadesugh was cold, cruel, his teeth bared in something that was not quite humor. How amusing. To think Caelum has been fooled so thoroughly. I cant wait to see the look on his face when he realizes hes crowned the wrong wolf as his soCcalled savior. His voice dropped into a snarl, bitterness echoing through the dim chamber. Truth is, my sister should have left him to drown in that river. Would have saved us all the trouble. Lana nodded, fury sparking in her amber eyes. Exactly. And now? We cant just let those two run freeCparading around as though their betrayal and ambition mean nothing. Aurora and Caelum deserve to choke on the mess theyve made. The name Caelum sent heat rippling through the air, an Alpha of terrifying presence and relentless ambition. Yet even he had fallen prey to Auroras poisoned sweetness. Kade leaned back, his words deceptively casual, but his eyes burned like wildfire. Dont worry. They wont walk away unscathed. Ill see to it that Caelum and Aurora perform the finest tragedy the packs have seen. For Freyas sake, theyll pay. His gaze gleamed with a predators promise. Aurora, meanwhile, wasted no time tightening her snare. Two dayster, she led Caelum to a secure node of the Ironhold Consortium. Her manner was calm, her smile faint but steady as the final seals were signed. The Consortiums representative transferred the funds swiftly. 10:17 Tue, Sep 16 : 65 s Fifty million credits. A staggering sum, sliding like blood into the veins of Caelums ounts. Relief washed over his features the moment the transaction cleared. Aurora leaned closer, her tone rich with sweetness, but her eyes gleamed like a hawks. Tonight we drink, Alpha. Let us celebrate not only your triumph, but the future. With this strength, SilverTech Forgeworks will rise higher, stronger. Ive always believed in you, Caelum. Ive never doubted you chose the right path. Her words were spun silk, carefully woven, and CaelumCdriven by pride as much as ambition -let himself believe. He pulled her into his arms, the weight of his Alpha presence pressing even in his intoxicated relief. Aurora, I will not let you down. Ill prove it. To you. To everyone. Theyll see I didnt climb with Freyas shadow beneath me. Theyll know I built SilverTech with my own ws. Auroras smile widened, smooth as moonlight on ice. The funds now flowed exactly where she wanted themshielding her from the hounds of Lee, the private investigator she had feared, and binding Caelum ever tighter in her grasp. Two birds struck with one precise stone. That night, back in the vi, she uncorked a bottle of dark crimson wine. The liquid shimmered like blood as she poured it into crystal. Caelum drank deeply, his throat working, his words tumbling out, loose and bitter, edged with the tang of too much truth. Clouds and shadows, he muttered, his voice thick, Ill show them. Everyst one who doubted me. Without Freya Thorne, without her cursed name, Ill rise higher than ever. Theyll bow to Silverfangs Alpha, and theyll choke on it. Aurora pretended to drink, letting the ss hover at her lips, but only the scent of the wine touched her tongue. She smiled again, a smile polished and perfect. Soon Caelums body sagged against the sofa, his WolfComm slipping from his hand. He muttered once more, incoherent, then fell silent. His chest rose and fell heavily, the Alpha deep in the vulnerable pull of sleep. The ss tipped from his ck hand, crashing against the marble floor, dark liquid spreading like spilled lifeblood across the carpet. Aurora set her own ss down and crouched beside him. Her hand brushed his jaw, lingering, almost tender. Caelum? Caelum. He didnt stir. Satisfied, her lips curved. She lifted his WolfComm and pressed his hand to the device, unlocking it with the ease of his fingerprint. The glow of the banking interface shone against her face like moonlight, promising power at her fingertips. But then- 10:17 Tue, Sep 16 65 +5 Free Coins A sharp wave churned in her stomach. The triumph drained from her face as nausea wed at her throat. She clutched her belly, bolted for the washroom, and copsed over the sink. Her retching echoed harshly in the tiles. It was long before the sickness ebbed. Weak but trembling with strange exhration, Aurora rinsed her mouth, wiped her lips, and raised her head to meet her own reflection. Her pupils shone with triumph. Her hand crept slowly, almost reverently, to her stomach. Her cycle had always been punctual. A week past due. And now, now, the nauseaCsudden, undeniable. The realization unfurled within her like a dark bloom. A child. Caelums child. A rush of savage satisfaction swept through her veins. Her whisper was soft, intimate, dangerous. If I carry your heir, Caelum, you wont be able to turn from me. Youll make me your Luna. Youll forgive everything. Youll be mine, bound as tightly as your oath to the moon. Her eyes glittered like a wolf with prey pinned beneath her paws. The world had cast her out, stripping her of her ce, her name, her allies. She was a Betas daughter disgraced, shunned, a shadow. Friends had fled, whispering curses, as though her ruin was contagious. But if she bore Caelums pup? The game would change. No longer would Aurora stand alone. She would chain Silverfangs Alpha with blood itself. The child within her would be her greatest weapon, her most unbreakable bond, And she would never, ever let go. Ascension 247 Freyas POV 65 s I sat hunched over the console, the glow of the screen burning into my tired eyes. The militarys drone footage had arrived from the Iron Fang Recon Unit earlier that morning, and Id been working ever since to restore it. Line by line, pixel by pixel, the blurred shadows resolved into clearer shapes. My ws tapped impatiently against the desk as the software sharpened another frame. And thenCmovement. A figure stepped into view. The silhouette was indistinct, the face hidden in fog and shadow, but a sudden spark red across the screen. My breath caught. A tiny shClike the strike of a lighter. If that glimmer was the ignition of a cigarette, then the smoker in the footage would be the one I was hunting. The true figure behind the fire that had haunted me. The Iron Fang drones werent crude machines; they carried the Coalitions best optics. If I could fully restore the video, I would know who had been there that night. I would have a face. I would have proof.. I worked until the sun bled low across the horizon. The room smelled of overheating circuits and my own fraying nerves. Just as my ws flexed toward anothermand, my WolfComm rang sharply, vibrating across the desk. Busy, little wolf? Sss voice rumbled through the line, calm and deep, the steady weight of the Irond Alpha Ide to lean on. Do you want me toe pick you up? I rubbed my temples, exhaustion making my shoulders ache. No need. Ive done enough for today. Ill drive back myself. You waiting for me at the apartment? Ill be there, he said simply. Good. I ended the call, packed up the files, and forced myself out into the night. The roads were quiet, the hum of the engine a steady rhythm as I drove toward the Irond district. My WolfComm buzzed again. This time, it was Lana. Theres something you should know, she said without preamble. Kades digging unearthed something ugly. Auroras been tangled in dealings with some bastard named Lee. ckmail. Payments. She imed to be Caelums savior, but fates repaid her lies with chains of her own. 10:17 Tue, Sep 16 65 s I clenched the steering wheel tighter, leather creaking under my grip. AuroraCher name itself was venom. So the liars finally cornered. She wanted the world to believe she was the one who pulled Caelum from the river. But the gods dont ignore false oaths. If the footage shows her with that lighter I didnt finish. My wolf was already snarling inside me, teeth sharp in my chest. Maybe this is only the beginning of her rot, Lana muttered. But whatever Kades nning, it wont be a quiet ending for her and Caelum. Good, I whispered, though the sound was more a growl. But Ill find the final piece. When the video clears, if it proves what I think it willCAurora will have nowhere left to hide. We spoke a little longer, but my mind was already on the hunt. By the time I pulled into the gates of Sss highCrise territory, the shadows of my thoughts had sharpened into cold focus. I parked, stepped outCand froze. Jocelyn was waiting near the entrance. My cousin. The pride of the Metropolitan branch of Stormveil Pack, her posture arrogant, her eyes calcting. She saw me at the same time I saw her. Her face twitched with surprise, then hardened into steel as she strode toward me. Ill call you back, I told Lana curtly, ending the line. I slipped my WolfComm into my pocket, raised my head, and let my gaze cut into Jocelyn like frost. What do you want? I came for Ss, she said, chin tilted in that familiar, disdainful angle. But since youre here, there are things you and I should discuss. I doubt that. My tone was sharp, my patience frayed. I brushed past her shoulder, refusing to indulge her games. Her scent red hot behind me as she hurried to block my path again. You think youve won, dont you? Wrapped Ss Whitmor around your finger? But tell me, FreyaCwhat happens if he betrays you? Will you still stand by his side? I stopped. Slowly, I turned my head, letting my eyes lock with hers, cold and unyielding. If Ss has something to confess, hell tell me. It wont be you delivering his sins to me. Herugh was sharp and brittle. Do you really believe that? If a wolf like him wanted to hide something, he could bury it for a lifetime. Youd never know. And when you finally did, it would break you. I gave her nothing. Not a word. Not a flicker of reaction. I simply stepped forward, brushing 10:17 Tue, Sep 16 past her again. : 65 s Her voice chased after me, shrill and poisonous. Freya! If he did betray you, could you truly stay with him? Youre too hard, too sharp, too unforgiving! No Alpha can stand a mate like that. He needs a woman who will love him blindly, who will forgive every sin, who will defend him no matter the crime. He needs someone like- What I need, a new voice cut in, low and dangerous, is not for you to speak for me. Jocelyn froze. I felt itCthe ripple of fear in her wolf, the sudden stiffness of prey sensing a predators shadow. I turned and saw him. Ss. He strode toward us, tall and broadCshouldered, the authority of an Irond Alpha radiating from every step. His handsome face was set in a mask of ice, his blue eyes glinting like steel in moonlight. He came to stand at my side, his hand closing firmly around mine, grounding me. His gaze never left Jocelyn. So tell me, he said softly, the softness of a des edge. What is it you think Ive done to betray Freya? What is it you believe Ive hidden? Jocelyn paled. Sweat glistened across her brow. Her wolf shivered under his stare, and I knew she wouldnt dare speak the truth shed sniffed at the borders of the past. Not tonight. Not while Sss wrath hung in the air like a de suspended above her throat. If she revealed her knowledge now, she wouldnt leave these grounds alive. She knew it. I saw it in her trembling lips, in the way her ws dug against her palms. Ss, ICI only meant she stammered, twisting her words into a fragile shield. If, one day, you falter, Freya will never forgive you. She isnt soft. She wont look the other way. Shell cut you down for the smallest betrayal. I only meantCyou need someone who can endure you, who can stay at your side through everything, no matter what. Sss jaw clenched, the muscle twitching. His grip on my hand tightened just enough to tremble. I tilted my head up at him, catching the flicker of unease in his eyes. Jocelyns insinuation had struck somewhere raw, something buried deep that Ss didnt want unearthed. My wolf pricked her ears, sensing it. But this was not the ce for weakness. Not with Jocelyn circling, hoping for blood. I squeezed his hand in return, steady, firm, grounding him as he had grounded me. My gaze snapped back to Jocelyn, my voice low and lethal. Whatever lies youve pieced together, 10:17 Tue, Sep 16 : 65 s whatever venom you think you can spitCyou wont bring it here. If you speak again, cousin, it wont be words you leave with. Itll be broken bones. Her eyes widened. Her skin paled further. For a moment, I thought she might still try to push. But then the fire dimmed. She faltered. The bravado drained from her shoulders. Youre threatening me? she whispered. No, I said, my voice as sharp as a fang. Im promising you. The silence that followed was heavy, dangerous. And Jocelyn, for all her pride, took a step back. Ascension 248 Third Persons POV Freya turned slowly, her eyes meeting Sss. Lets go, she said. ?37%2 +5 Free Coins Ss inclined his head, the familiar weight of his presence walking with her, steady and reassuring. But even as they moved. Jocelyns gaze lingered on their retreating forms. A sh of resentment burned in her eyesCshe hadnte here to witness Freya and Ss together, not after everything she had sacrificed. Jocelyns voice cut through the tension like a sharpened fang. Freya, dont you care that Sss heart might belong to another? Her tone carried desperation, yet edged with venom. Theres a girl a girl who once saved his life. All these years, hes been searching for her. Dont you fear that if he ever finds her, he will turn his loyalty to herpletely? That you will be cast aside? Freyas steps faltered, just a fraction, yet it was enough. The hand she had sped around Sss stiffened in her grip. The warmth of his fingersCtheforting pulse she had relied onCsuddenly seemed distant, taut with tension. Even his breathing changed, shallow and rapid, betraying the calm mask he usually wore. Sss face paled, the color draining in an instant as if Jocelyns words had cut through his very veins. The warning in Freyas heart tightenedCthis was no trivial usation. At least some truth lingered there. Ss had been searching for a girl who had saved his life. I Sss voice was rough, caught in his throat. He opened his mouth, as if to exin, but words failed him. Freya lifted a hand, cutting him off. Later. Go back! She released his hand deliberately, the warmth and security that had anchored her slipping away in that single gesture. As her steps carried her closer to Jocelyn, Sss heart thudded in an unfamiliar panic. Each beat screamed at him, warning that distance was being forged, not by space, but by choices and truths left unspoken. He could feel itCthe unrelenting pull of fate nudging Freya away. A surge of possessive instinct rose, wing at him. No not her. Not now. Jocelyn forced herself to hold her posture, lifting her chin as if to appear defiant. See? I told you the truth, Freya. Sss heart belongs to that girl. The moment she appears, you will be nothing to him! Then, like a bolt of lightning striking a wolfs nk, Freyas hand shot out. The pnded with a sharp crack, pressing Jocelyns meticulously madeCup cheek. Jocelyn reeled, pain shing across her features. You you dare hit me?! she spat, fury mixing with disbelief. Do you even know the consequences? I can call the authorities! Freya didnt flinch. Another strike followed, echoing in the hall, leaving a deep mark across Jocelyns face. She stared coldly, her voice carrying the authority of an Alpha yet tinged with raw emotion. Call whoever you want. I dont care. But Jocelyn, who gave you the right to demean me in my presence, to speak words Incant to wound and belittle met Jocelyn stammered, trying to find footing, her gaze flicking past Freya to Ss, standing a few steps behind. Those amberCgold eyes were no longer the warm presence she rememberedCthey were predatory, coiled like a wolf ready to strike. A warning burned in that gaze: linger, and Ss would not hold back. Not even for her. Not a p, not a wordChe would unleash the full force of the Irond Alphas wrath. 172 09:23 Wed, 17 Sept W +5 Free Coins Fear edged Jocelyns resolve. She could feel the power, the danger, and with a final, resentful re, she turned and fled. Freya pivoted, walking back to Ss. Lets go home. His voice was hoarse, low and edged with tension. Mm. The ride back to their apartment was silent. The city passed like a blur, the sounds fading behind the solid bubble of their shared presence. Once inside, Freya removed her coat, turning to find Sss face pale and tight with something she hadnt expectedCguilt, perhaps, or the strain of unspoken truths. Was what Jocelyn said true? Freya asked, her voice steady but carrying the weight of a question that could fracture trust. Ss stiffened, feeling as though the warmth in his blood had frozen. Every fiber of his being braced under her gaze, knowing a single misstep could shatter what they had built. Dont lie to me, Freya pressed. Ive said before, the love I want is one built on trust. Lies destroy it. If theres no trust, I dont know how to share a life with someone who cannot be trusted. Sss lips pressed thin. After a long moment, he spoke, his voice raw with memory and regret. When I was a child, I was caught in a violent uprising abroad. There was a little girl. She saved my life. But I dont remember her face. I was small, the events they blur. And yes, Ive sent people to find her, over the years, though Ive never expected anything more than knowing she was safe. Freyas pulse quickened. So shes always been in your heart? Always, he admitted quietly. I wanted to ensure she nevercked for anything. If she ever struggled, I would provide, repay the debt of her saving my life. A tense silence settled between them. Freyas own chest throbbed, a mixture of fear and something unspoken she hadnt anticipated. She swallowed, the next words trembling on her lips. And if one day you find her? If she seeks you out, shows affection, wishes to be with you could you remain indifferent? Her voice carried in the room, delicate yet fierce. Sss golden gaze met hers, locked in the unspoken truth of a wolf alpha: that past debts and loyalties could never erase the bonds forged in trust and love. O Ascension 249 Sss POV s I watched Freya Thorne closely, my chest tightening with every word that passed between us. Her gaze didnt waver; those amber eyes were fixed on me, steady, unyielding, burning with a fire I knew could consume me if I misstepped. I could feel the weight of her expectation pressing into me, testing me. I.. why wouldnt I be able to remain indifferent? I murmured, my voice low but firm. I needed her to understand. Freya, I am not a child anymore. I know the difference between gratitude and love. Her brows furrowed slightly, but she didnt interrupt. Good. She needed to hear this from me directly, without shadows of doubt. I am grateful to her, I continued, feeling the words weigh heavier than I expected. The world around me its always full of people who want something from me. My father wanted to use me to control my mother, to manipte and bind her. My grandfather. he wanted me to be the perfect heir, a shield to guard the SilverTech Forgeworks name. But that girl she never wanted anything from me. She only wanted to save me. I took a slow breath, letting the memory flow over me. The memory wasnt clear, not the face, not the featuresCbut the essence of that moment remained, sharp as a fang against my ribs. And after I met you Freya, my gratitude to her became even deeper. Because if not for her, I might have died in that chaos. I wouldnt have met you. I wouldnt have understood the depth of what love can feel like. How much one person cane to mean. I saw her chest rise and fall slightly faster. Her lips pressed together, a telltale sign of her tension. She was holding back something. I could feel it in the air around usCsharp, fragile, like the scent of rain before a storm. But I hesitated, each word deliberate, measured, absolute. Beyond that gratitude I will feel nothing else for her. Not love, not longing. Even if she is my lifeCsaver, even if fate had brought her back to me, my heart my soul they belong to you. If you have doubts, Freya, I swear it: should I ever find her again, I will not see her. I will let my people handle her, repay the debt of her bravery, and that will be all. Her eyes didnt leave mine. I could see her weighing every word, the intensity of her gaze burning through me like wildfire. She believed me. At least, I hoped she did. If we ever do find her she said softly, and my heart skipped a beat. I want to go with you. I blinked, momentarily surprised. I hadnt expected that. The thought of her being part of that moment it should have been unnecessary, yet the way she said it, the way her voice held steadiness amid uncertainty it warmed something in me I hadnt dared to name. Because I want to thank her too, she continued, her amber eyes softening, fierce even in that tenderness. For saving you. For letting me meet you. My throat tightened. I wanted to tell her she had no need to worry, that she was the only one my heart could ever seek, but the words were already caught in the tension of the moment. You. really dont mind? I muttered, barely above a growl. I am not so easily thrown by shadows of the past, Freya replied. Her voice was firm, unwavering. Besides. you have done nothing wrong. Wanting to repay a life debt, seeking the girl who saved you, there is no crime in that. I do not concern myself with what hasnt yete to pass. But- She paused, drawing in a slow, steady breath. if one day, you truly find yourself drawn to someone else and cannot ||| 09.23 Wed, 17 Sept love me fully, I will not cling. I will leave. 1% +5 Free Coins A pang shot through me. I knew exactly what she fearedCCaelum Graftons ghost still haunted her memories, a man who had taken without giving, a man who had betrayed every trust. But I was not Caelum. I would never be. Freya, I said, moving closer, my voice dropping to a growl that only she could hear. You are the only one who could ever make me feel this way. No past, no debt, no shadow from the world nothing can ever change that. You, and only you, can awaken what my heart seeks. Freached out, sping her hand, feeling the warmth of her skin seep into mine, chasing away the cold emptiness I had carried for so long. Her warmth it had been absent, even for a heartbeat, and I had realized just how much I needed it. I drew her hand up, pressing it to my cheek, feeling the heat and life in her palm. This this was what I had craved, the brilliance of life itself. It had once been a curiosity, a light I could notprehend in that distant, violent chaos. A little girls courage had shown me that. But with Freya it was no longer curiosity. It was hunger. Greed, even. I wanted that light all to myself, wanted to shield it, to hold it, to never let it go. And I would. Even when that fear tried to w its way into meCinsecurities about shadows of the past, memories of helplessnessCI would not let it. Her brilliance was mine to protect, mine to keep. I would give her everything I had: my anger, my joy, my very life. And I would not let her go. Freya, I whispered, my voice rough with emotion, you spoke of me feeling for someone else.. that will never happen. And you you cannot leave me. If you saved me once, you have already saved me again, over and over. Do not ever let me fall back into that darkness. Do not ever abandon me. She met my gaze, unwavering, and in that moment, I knewCour bond was forged, tempered in fire and loyalty, sharpened by the wolves we were. No shadow, no debt, no distant memory would sever it. I had found my mate. My heart. My light. And I would defend it with every fiber of my being. 09:24 Wed, 17 Sept OW Ascension 250 Third Persons POV s As his words fell. Sss lips descended on Freyas, a kiss that burned with a desperation only an Alpha could wield. It was as if he wanted to pour every ounce of his devotion into her, branding her with the truth of his vow. The next morning, Caelum awoke with a pounding headache, the kind that wed behind his eyes like talons. His mind was foggy, fragments of the night before blurred into nothing but the bitter aftertaste of alcohol. What happenedst night? he muttered, dragging a hand down his face. He could barely recall lifting his ss, let alone what followed. Youre awake, Auroras soft voice came from beside the bed. She stood there, the Bluemoon Packs Betas daughter,posed yet faintly flushed. You drank too much. It took everything I had to drag you to bed. Is that so? Caelum frowned, rubbing his temple. He remembered drinking, but the rest was a haze- swallowed whole by the dark. When did your tolerance slip so low? Aurora teased lightly, though her eyes glimmered with something unreadable. I dont recall you being this easy to topple before. Maybest night was simply too joyful, Caelum answered tly. I lowered my guard, let the drink take me. Aurora tilted her head. Then you should guard yourself better. TodayCdo you have time? Id like you toe with me to the hospital. The Alpha of Silverfang stiffened slightly. Are you unwell? His tone carried an edge of concern, though suspicion lingered beneath. Auroras lips curved faintly. No. Its nothing serious. Just a small checkCup. Caelum nodded, though unease slithered at the edges of his mind. Why would she smile so brightly if she were truly sick? Why did her words feel rehearsed? At the hospital, Aurora signed her name for an appointment in the womens ward. When her number was called, she nced back at Caelum with a serene expression. Wait for me here. He gave a curt nod, his Alpha instinct urging him to follow, yet restrained by herposure. Something felt off. Aurora disappeared behind the door, returning minutester before heading for a blood test. Caelums sharp eyes caught the flicker of satisfaction that crossed her face, subtle, but unmistakable. His frown deepened. Meanwhile, Freya sat at herputer, her jaw tight as she worked through corrupted footage. Her fingers flew across the keys, the wolf within her urging patience as she reconstructed the fractured video frame by frame. Slowly, the murky shadows gave way to rity. ||| 173 09:24 Wed, 17 Sept C 7% +5 Free Coins Her pulse quickened when a figure emerged on the screenCa womans silhouette. The grainy image revealed little more than the curve of her face, the tilt of her jaw, but it was enough. The woman lit a cigarette, the ember ring briefly before fading into the dark. Freyas eyes widened, her pupils narrowing sharply. She leaned closer, heart pounding. She knew that profile. Knew it in her bones. Aurora. Even blurred, even halfChidden by shadow, it was her. The footage continued. Another figure approachedCa man. From the broad frame and uniformed outline, Freya recognized him as the coCpilot whoter perished in the mes. Aurora moved, a small flick of her hand, tossing something unseen. The screen captured a spark, a sudden re of fire, before the drones camera drifted away, leaving only fragments of the tragedy behind. Freyas body trembled with restrained fury. Her gaze locked on the frame, on the careless motion of Aurora discarding the cigarette, and her vision blurred with unshed tears. If Aurora had not cast away that ember there would have been no fire. No inferno to consume so many lives. No chaos to swallow her brother whole. Eric Her hands clenched into fists so tightly that the sound of her knuckles cracking echoed in the quiet room. She had endured lies, endured betrayal, endured watching Caelum im another under the guise of gratitude. But this this was different. Aurora had not only stolen her ce as Caelums soCcalled saviorCshe had stolen her brother. Freyas wolf stirred, a low growl rumbling deep in her chest, vibrating with the need for vengeance. Her amber eyes burned as she seized her WolfComm and dialed Ss Whitmors number. He answered quickly, his voice steady,manding, the Irond Coalition Alpha always attuned to her calls. Freya? Whats wrong? Your voice- Ss, she hissed, her words sharp as fangs. I need you to track Aurora. Find out where she is, right now. Of course, Ss replied instantly, though concern edged his tone. But Freya, your voice sounds strained. Are you- Its not my body, she snapped, hey breath shaking. Its the truth. I know who caused the border fire. I know who destroyed everything Silence fell for half a heartbeat before Sss voice darkened. Aurora Yes! Freyas voice cracked with fury. If not for her, that ze never would have started. If not for her, Eric wouldnt be missing, wouldnt have vanished into smoke and ash. If my brother- She bit back a sob, her throat tight with grief and rage. If my brother is gone because of her, I will not rest until she pays. I will drag her into the mes she lit and make her choke on the ashes. 2/3 09:24 Wed, 17 Sept W ? ?? 7% s Sss growl resonated through the line. Then we will make her pay. Whatever it takes, I will stand beside you. Wait for my word. The call ended, leaving the room in silence but for the sound of Freyas heavy breathing. Her gaze returned to the screen, to the frozen frame of Aurora tossing away her cigarette. Her vision blurred with fury as tears burned her eyes, and her heart clenched with grief so sharp it felt like ws piercing her chest. She had never hated anyone like this. Not when Aurora stole her title as Caelums savior. Not even when Caelum chose another over her. Those had been wounds of betrayal, of broken trust. But this this was different. This was blood. And blood demanded blood. Freyas wolf surged, pacing inside her chest, snarling for justice. Her fists trembled as she whispered to the empty room, her voice raw and venomous: Aurora you will pay for what youve done. With your life, with your packs honor, with every drop of blood you thought you could spill without consequence. The screen flickered, the image frozen on Auroras shadowed face, the ember of her cigarette ring before the fire consumed it all. Freyas eyes gleamed with tears and rage. The time for patience was over. The hunt had begun. J Ascension 251 Third Persons POV Aurora stepped out of the hospitals ss doors beside Caelum. Her expression was glowing, her lips curving with barely contained joy. Caelum tilted his head, studying her with a faint frown. Youre certain nothings wrong with your health? His voice was low, careful. It wasnt his ce to pry into the specifics of her examinationCwolves had pride, and even Alphas had limits when it came to delicate matters like this. Auroras fingers brushed across her abdomen, her eyes shining. Nothings wrong, Caelum. In fact She lowered her voice, almost trembling with excitement. Im so happy. The physicians words were still ringing in her earsCconfirmation that her suspicions were true. She carried Caelums pup inside her. The future Alpha heir of the Silverfang Pack. With this child, she would have a shield stronger than steel.CNo matter what truths Caelum might discoverter, no matter what shadows from the past threatened to unravel her carefully spun lies, he would never turn his back on the mother of his heir. He loved herCor at least she had convinced herself that he did. And with a child binding them, he would be hers forever. Her eyes darkened for a heartbeat, a sh of predatory intent breaking through her smile. That damned wolf detectiveCLeeCwho had dared to threaten her, to corner her with usations she would make him pay. She would make sure he carried scars from crossing her that wouldst his entire lifetime. Caelum caught the shift in her energy, though he didnt understand it. His brows drew together. Happy? he repeated, suspicion threading his tone. What exactly He didnt finish the sentence. A sleek ck vehicle rolled to a stop at the curb in front of them. Its doors opened with precise, dangerous timing. Wolves stepped outChardCeyed, broadCshouldered enforcers carrying the unmistakable scent of the Irond Coalition. Aurora, one of them said, his voice cutting through the air like the snap of a de. Our Alpha, Ss, wants to see you. Aurora froze. So did Caelum. What? they said in unison. Cachums posture shifted, dominance surging from him instinctively. His silver aura rippled at the edges, sharp enough to make lesser wolves bow, Why would Ss want to see her? His voice was dangerous, the growl beneath it threatening violence. But the Irond wolves didnt flinch. They didnt answer. Instead, with a motion of the hand, two of them moved forward in perfect synchrony and seized Aurora. Caelum! Auroras voice rose, sharp with panic as she was shoved into the waiting vehicle. You dare- Caelums roar cut the air, but before his Alphamand could strike, two more wolves rushed him. Even as he fought back, they shoved him into the vehicle beside her. The doors mmed, and 173 s with a low growl of the engine, the car pulled away from the hospital, leaving the scent of tension and fear lingering in its wake. Freya stood by the rivers edge, the moonlight tracing silver across the restless water. She had always hated this ce, though once it had been the site of something she believed in. Once, she had dragged Caelum from these waters, his breath shallow, his life bnced on the edge. Back then, she had not realized how that act of instinctivepassion would tether her fate to his. And she had not imagined that AuroraCanother wolf entirelyCwouldter im the credit as her own. Meeting Aurora here again felt cruelly fitting. This was where it had begun. This was where it would unravel. Beside her, Ss stood like a shadow carved from iron. His gaze never left her face. Whatever you decide to do to Aurora, he said, his voice carrying the weight of absolute certainty, do it. Even if the skies themselves copse, I will bear the weight in your stead. Freyas throat tightened. Her wolf prowled beneath her skin, pacing, snarling, its fury coiled tight. Even if what I want is her blood on my hands? she asked quietly. Sss lips curved, though his eyes were dead serious. If you raise your hand, I will be your de. Freyas fists clenched at her sides. Before she could respond, the sharp vibration of her WolfComm cut through the night. She lifted it, pressing the call through. Freya! Kade ckridges voice rang out, rough with excitement. Where are you? Ive got something youll want to see. By the river, she replied. Her voice was calm, but her pulse thundered in her ears. The river? Kade hesitated. Strange. Because what Ive found it ties back to Aurora. His voice lowered, thick with implication. Stay where you are. Iming to you. The call ended. Freya slid the device back into her coat, her gaze never leaving the ck waters. Hesing, Ss murmured. Freya nodded once. And whatever hes bringing its tied to her. Headlights red, breaking across the night as another vehicle rolled to a stop. Doors opened, and Irond enforcers stepped out. They dragged two figures with themCAurora and Caelum. Auroras hair was disheveled, her face pale with shock. Caelum bore the marks of a fightChis jaw swollen, a bruise darkening across his cheek. His fury was palpable, thrumming in the air like the growl of a caged beast. When his eyes fell on Freya, they burned with outrage. Freya Thorne, he snapped, his voice raw with betrayal. Was it you? Did you order Ss to drag us here like criminals? Is this your revenge for the Lunar Severance Phase? For the divorce? His teeth bared, his aura shing like steel. Is this humiliation what you wanted? Freyas eyes didnt leave Aurora. Ive no interest in humiliating you, Caelum. Her voice was steady, but her wolf raged beneath the surface, straining against her control. My interest lies only in her. 111 O 2/3 09:24 Wed, 17 Sept W E ?? 7% +5 Free Coins Sss brow furrowed. His sharp gaze turned on his own men. I told you to bring Aurora. Why bring him? One of the enforcers bowed his head quickly. Alpha, he was with her. We feared interference. Better to control the threat. Aurora twisted in her captors grip, her voice shrill with defiance. Freya! You pride yourself onw, dont you? On rules and order? Do you know what youve done? Forcing us here like this is abduction. Its a crime. Ill see you dragged before the High Tribunal! Freya stepped forward slowly, her fists clenched until her knuckles whitened. The rivers cold wind snapped at her hair, but it was nothingpared to the storm brewing inside her chest. A crime? Her voice cracked like thunder. And what about yours, Aurora? How many crimes have you. hidden beneath that pretty mask? Auroras lips parted, her bravado faltering. Freyas wolf surged, her eyes gleaming with a predators gold. She closed the space between them, her voice a low snarl that carried across the water. The border fire, she said. The ze that devoured the Iron Fang Recon Unit. The night so many of our brothers burned alive. Her voice broke, grief colliding with fury. It was your cigarette. Your carelessness. You killed them. Aurora stiffened, her body trembling. And then, Freya continued, her voice rising with raw anguish, you lied. You stood before the packs, and you said you saw the Beta captain smoking. You let his ashes carry the me while the true guilt stayed buried in your chest. The silence that followed was suffocating. Even Caelums anger faltered, his gaze darting between the two women, suspicion dawning in his eyes. Freyas wolf pushed against her ribs, desperate to tear, to rip, to finish what should have been ended long ago. But she forced herself still, her hands trembling as she red at the wolf who had stolen her fate, her family, her truth. Ascension 252 Third Persons POV Auroras face nched, horror ring in her eyes as she stared at Freya. s You youre spouting lies! she shouted, her voice trembling. I dont even smoke. How could the border fire have anything to do with me? I was part of the rescue effortCI saved lives! Caelums jaw tightened, his silverCgrey eyes shing with fury. He stepped forward, cing himself between the two women, his aura sharp with Alpha dominance. Freya, he snarled, how far are you willing to go? Youve attacked Aurora again and again, youve already cost her her position in the Bluemoon Airborne Wing. Isnt that enough? Freyas lips curved into a bitter smile. Enough? You really believe Im persecuting her? Her gaze burned, unflinching as it locked onto Aurora. No, Caelum. I havent done nearly enough. Its her own trail of sins. that stripped her of her postCnot me. Shes done no such thing! Caelum barked, his wolf snapping through his voice. Even if she failed to saverades that night it was fear. Any wolf would have been afraid in that inferno. That doesnt make her a monster. He swung his gaze back toward Aurora, his tone softening. She fought the mes. She saved others. Thats what matters. Freyasposure cracked; a growl trembled in her chest. So her silence means nothing? She concealed the truth, soaked up praise, epted medals and honor she never earned. Does that not weigh on you?! Her eyes glowed faintly gold, her wolf pressing against the edges of her control. And worse than thatshe hid her guilt. She wasnt simply a coward in that ze. She was the spark. The cause. That fire began because of her. Auroras head snapped up, panic surging through her scent. Lies! I told youCI dont smoke. How could a discarded cigarette have been mine? Freya gave a cold, cuttingugh. Then, with a flick of her wrist, she hurled a handful of glossy prints at Caelums chest. The photographs fluttered through the air, several striking against his face before sliding to the dirt. They tell a different story, Freya said. Look at them. Auroras innocence is nothing but smoke and ash. Caelum bent, scooping up the photos. His eyes widened, the color draining from his face. Each image captured Aurora with a cigarette pinched neatly between her fingers, her lips parting to exhale smoke in practiced streams. There was no awkwardness, no hesitation. She wasnt a novice. She was practiced- seasoned. His mind spun. He had believed Aurora despised smoking, that she avoided it with disdain. He had never once seen her indulge. Yet here, fryzen in film, was proof that she had been lying for years. Auroras own breath hitched, her mask cracking. These these cant be real, she stammered, her voice rising to a shrill pitch. Theyre fabricatedCyes, forged! Someone stitched them together! Then test them, Freya said icily, her eyes glinting with challenge. Well see whose lies stand when the ink is stripped away Caelum pressed his lips into a tight line, his thoughts a whirlwind Atst, he said hoarsely, Even if even ? O 13 09:24 Wed, 17 Sept W +5 Free Coins if she smoked that doesnt prove she caused the fire. The Fire Corps and the tribunal already ruled. They said it was the Beta coCpilotChe died, his cigarette was found at the site. That was the verdict. That verdict was convenient, Freya shot back, her furyshing out like ws. The coCpilot was dead. Easy prey to pin it on. He could not speak, could not deny. If he had lived, do you really think he would have carried that me? Caelums expression hardened, conflict warring in his eyes. You have nothing, he said. No evidence- Before he could finish, Freyas hand darted into her coat. She drew out another set of prints and flung them at his chest. This time, the images were sharper, crueler: still frames from old surveince footage, carefully restored. Aurora, at the edge of the border runway. A lit cigarette glowing between her fingers. Her hand flicking it to the ground. Ten minutesterCthe fire had raged. Here. Freyas voice was like a de across stone. These are from the restored tapes. This was Aurora, standing exactly where the ze began. Ten minutes before the inferno swallowed. Tell me again it wasnt her. Caelums hands shook as he gathered the photos. The face was blurred by shadow, but the silhouetteCthe curve of her jaw, the angle of her shouldersChe knew it. He knew it too well. Aurora. His Aurora. Aurora herself recoiled, her body trembling as if the earth had tilted beneath her. Her mind screamed questions. Who had filmed her that night? Who had hidden this evidence for so long? And how, in the name of the Moon, had Freya gotten her ws on it? Youre framing me, Aurora rasped, her voice brittle. These shadows dont prove anything. It could be anyone! Freya stepped forward, her presence crushing, her wolf surging through her every breath. Let the courts decide. Let the Tribunal strip away the lies. But understand this, Aurora- she closed the final distance, her voice dropping to a snarl-I came here tonight not for their judgment. I came for mine. Her fist snapped forward, colliding with Auroras cheek. The sound cracked through the night like bone splintering. Aurora stumbled backward, blood flooding her mouth, the world spinning. She would have hit the ground if Caelums arm hadnt shot out to catch her. Auroras fingers pressed against her throbbing face, her eyes wide with disbelief and rage. You dare strike me? Who are you toy a hand on me?! Freyas teeth clenched so hard her jaw ached. She seized Aurora by the cor, jerking her forward until their foreheads nearly touched. Her eyes zed molten gold, wolf fire burning behind them. Who am I? she hissed, every word vibrating with fury. I am the sister of Eric Thorne. He burned in that fireCyour fire. Five years hes been gone, swallowed by the ashes you created. My brother. My blood. You stole him from me with your carelessness, your lies, your cowardice. Her voice broke, then rose again in a roar. Tell me, Aurora. Do I have the right to strike you now? Auroras mouth opened, but no words came. Caelum froze, his heart lurching violently. He rememberedCFreya had spoken once, briefly, of an older brother lost to the border fire, Eric Thorne, a warrior of the Iron Fang Recon Unit. A ghost swallowed by me. And if what Freya imed was true if Aurora had been the one who cast the spark that consumed him- 09:24 Wed, 17 Sept 0W. ? ????, 7% 2 +5 Free Coins The thought wed through him, threatening to split him apart. He stared down at the woman trembling in his arms, the woman he had trusted, the woman carrying his heir, and for the first time, a seed of dread took root in his chest. 1 Could it be true? The Novel will be updated first on this website. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone! Ascension 253 Third Persons POV 8913 +20 Free Coins Auroras face drained of color, her eyes wide with trembling outrage as she pointed at Freya. You youre spouting lies! I dont even smoke. How could the border fire possibly have anything to do with me? I was fighting the mes that nightCI saved lives! Beside her, Caelums fury ignited, his Silverfang Alpha presence crackling in the air as he red at Freya. Freya, how far will you go? Youve hounded Aurora over and over, ruined her reputation. Isnt that enough? Freyasugh was sharp, bitter, echoing through the dimClit hall like a wolfs snarl. Enough? You think Im tormenting her? No, CaelumCshe destroyed herself. All Ive done is drag the truth into the open. Caelum bristled. His protective stance widened, as if shielding Aurora from Freyas words. What truth? Auroras only crime was fearCyes, she froze, she faltered. But who wouldnt, in a firestorm like that? Fear is human. She didnt abandon anyone out of malice. And she did fight the fire, she did save lives. Doesnt that matter? Freyas eyes burned, wolfCgold flecks shing like des in her irises. So hiding her cowardice was nothing? Wearing the badge of hero while burying the truth under ash? Thats fine with you?! Her voice rose to a howl, cracking the fragile civility in the room. She didnt just abandon herrades. She started that fire. She lit it with her own careless handCand then she basked in the glory while my brother vanished into the smoke! Aurora shook her head violently, tears spilling, but her voice cut like a whip. I dont smoke! The fire had nothing to do with me. The report said it was the coCpilots cigarette that started it. Thats official! You have nothing. Nothing? Freya sneered, reaching into her coat. With a sharp flick, she hurled several glossy photographs into Caelums chest. They scattered across the floor like feathers torn from a broken wing. These are from before the fire. Aurora with a cigarette in her hand, her lips curled around the smoke like a seasoned addict. Dont tell me shes innocent. Caelum froze. His eyes tracked the imagesCAurora in uniform, a cigarette burning between 7:59 Thu, Sep 18 91 +20 Free Coins her fingers, smoke streaming from her mouth. The Aurora he knew, the woman he swore to protect, had always imed she despised the habit. Yet the woman in those photos held the cigarette like shed done it a thousand times. His chest tightened. Aurora he whispered, disbelief fraying his Alpha steadiness. Auroras mask cracked. For the briefest second, fear flickered across her face. Then she snapped, voice rising to a desperate pitch. Theyre fake! Theyre doctored! You think Id throw away my honor, my career, for a filthy smoke?! Freyas reply was cold as a grave. Test them. Youll see. And I have more. She produced stills pulled from repaired surveince footage, shoving them at Caelum. This is her, at the ignition site. She smokes, she tosses the ember, and ten minutester, the mes devour the border outpost. Tell me again shes innocent. Caelum lifted the photos with shaking hands. The face wasnt clear, but the body, the stance, the arch of the jawChe knew them like his own breath. He knew Aurora. And this this was her. Aurora staggered back, eyes wide, her wolf howling inside in panic. Why did Freya have these? Who had captured her in that cursed moment? Youre lying! Aurora cried, her voice cracking. Blurry pictures mean nothing. You cant condemn me with shadows. Freyas voice was steady, low, vibrating with barely checked fury. Then let thew decide. Let the packs tribunal weigh your lies. Im not here to argue guilt Im here to speak for my brother, Eric Thorne, whose body was never found because of you. Aurora barely had time to gasp before Freyas fistshed out, striking her across the face. Aurora reeled, crashing backward, pain shing like fire across her cheek. She would have copsed if Caelum hadnt caught her. Aurora clutched her face, snarling, through the sting. Freya! You dare strike me?! Freyas grip shot forward, seizing Auroras cor. Her teeth bared, her wolf within snapping at the leash. 7:59 Thu, Sep 18 * 910 +20 Free Coins My brother vanished in that ze. My family mourns at an empty grave in the Ashbourne Legions Hall of Martyrs. Do you think I dont have the right to strike you down?! Aurora froze, her bravado shrinking into silence. Caelums face darkened, his Alpha aura surging as he stepped between them. Enough! You cant do this, Freya. You cant just spill blood in the streets. These photos, this furyCit isnt proof! Move, Freya hissed, her power vibrating through her bones. I wont! Caelum roared back, and for the first time in years, their wolves shed, his power against hers. Freyas answer was swift and merciless. Her boot mmed into Caelums chest, sending him sprawling across the stone floor. He gasped, painncing through his ribs as he hit the ground hard. Freya advanced, slow, deliberate, her eyes locked on Aurora. Aurora stumbled backward, only to crash into a wall of muscle. Ss Whitmors enforcers closed in, blocking every path of escape. Her heart thundered. She turned wildCeyed, desperate. Freya! You were Iron Fang Recon. You swore an oath to discipline and honor! How can you dishonor the militarys name by attacking me like some rogue beast? Freyasugh rang out, sharp and bitter, but her eyes gleamed with tears. You want to know why you still breathe? Because Ive held back. Because the Iron Fang oath still chains me, even after I left the battlefield. But Im not just a soldier, Aurora. Im Eric Thornes sister. Her voice broke, raw with anguish, and then she lunged, fist arcing toward Aurora once more. Caelum, battered but not broken, surged up to block the blow. Enough! he gasped, dragging Aurora behind him. Aurora clutched him like a lifeline, her sobs desperate, shrill. Caelum! Protect me! Freya, youve made your point, Caelum said, his voice strained, breath shallow. Two 7:59 Thu, Sep 18 punches, thats enough. : Freyasugh was venom, her eyes burning like wildfire. 91 +20 Free Coins Enough? For a ze that swallowed an outpost, for the screams of dying warriors, for my brother who vanished into smoke and ash? Two punches are nothing, Caelum Grafton. Caelum faltered, struck silent by the weight of her pain. Stand aside, Freya snarled. Caelums jaw clenched. When Aurora saved me, I swore to the Moon Goddess I would protect her. If you want her blood, youll have to go through me. But before the tension could snap, another force entered. A boot mmed into Caelums side, sending him sprawling again. This time, the strike wasnt Freyas. It was Ss Whitmor. The Irond Alpha pressed his heel onto Caelums face, grinding him into the stone. Then Ill deal with you first, Ss growled, his voice a rumble of steel. Aurora screamed, terror twisting her features. Sss enforcers seized her, holding her fast as she writhed. Ss turned, his eyes glinting with dark promise. Freya. If you want Auroras life, Ill grant it. Auroras blood ran cold. Ss was no soldier bound by honor. He was a predator, ruthless, unhinged. If Freya said the word, Aurora knew hed end her without hesitation. But before any final blow could fall, headlights cut across the night. A ck car screeched to a halt, and from it stepped Kade and Lana. With them was a man bound and beatenCLee, the investigator Aurora had thought safely tucked away. Sss boot withdrew from Caelums chest as he narrowed his eyes at the neers. His enforcers pinned both Aurora and Caelum like prey. Auroras face nched, her wolf whining in panic. Why was Lee here? He should have been locked in a police cell, far from reach. 7:59 Thu, Sep 18 91 +20 Free Coins Lanas eyes zed as she strode to Freyas side. Whats happening here? Freyas answer was iron, her voice carrying the weight of justice and blood. I found the proof. Proof that Aurora caused the border fire. Proof that my brother vanished because of her. The hall fell silent, tension coiling like wolves before the killer Ascension 254 Third Persons POV +20 Free Coins The night was heavy, clouds swallowing the moonlight whole. Inside the riverside lodge, tension thickened like a storm waiting to break. Freya stood off to the side, her wolf restless beneath her skin. She had said little, yet her presence alone gnawed at Auroras carefully woven mask. Auroras smile faltered every time her gazended on Freya. And tonight, that mask was about to shatter. Kade shoved Lee forward, boot colliding hard against his back. The rogue staggered and hit the ground, spitting curses. Not even a greeting? Kades voice was cold ironced with mockery. His wolfs eyes gleamed. Strange. You and Aurora were friendly enough to share a lodge room just now. Care to exin that? The word lodge struck like a spark. Caelum stiffened. The Alpha turned sharply toward the woman beside him. Aurora, he said, voice darkening, what is he talking about? You and this man Auroras face drained of color. She forced a tremblingugh, clutching at his sleeve as if his touch could anchor her. He lies! Caelum, I dont even know this man. Its FreyaCshe and her people staged this to frame me. Dont listen to them. The man on the floorCLee, scarred and furiousCsnorted, coughing blood onto the floorboards. Frame you? Dont twist this, bitch. You think Ill take the fall for you? He dragged himself upright, fury burning through his humiliation. His words cracked through the room like a whip. You promised me fifty million. Said Id get my cut once thest transfer cleared. And what did you do? You sent the money, then called the enforcers on me. used me of fraud and extortion. If I hadnt run fast, Id be rotting in a cell right now. You wanted me locked away so you could have your precious secret all to yourself! Auroras breath hitched. She had rehearsed this lie a hundred times, but Kades intervention had smashed her timing. Now the pieces scattered. Caelums brow furrowed, confusion tangling with suspicion. Fifty million? His voice edged low, dangerous. Extortion? Aurora, you told me you were broke. Where would you find that kind of money? O 7:59 Thu, Sep 18 Auroras pulse raced. Her mind wed for excuses, but the words tangled. ICI only- * 91 +20 Free Coins Caelums wolf surged, connecting threads she had prayed he wouldnt. His voice cracked like thunder. The loan. The fifty million I transferredst week. You said your uncle required a capital verification, that the funds had to be frozen for seven days Dont tell meD Sweat beaded across his brow. If those funds had not gone into SilverTechs reserves, if Aurora had funneled them elsewhereCthen the lifeline for his crumbling enterprise had vanished into dust. No! Aurora blurted, eyes wide, desperate. He threatened me, Caelum! Lee forced me to move the money first. But it doesnt matterChemitted extortion. Once the enforcers finish the investigation, the credits will be returned to us. There will be no loss. I swear it. Her wolf cowered beneath the weight of his re. Kadesugh was a de. A moment ago you imed you didnt know him. Now hes suddenly threatening you? Which is it, Aurora? Auroras cheeks burned, her excuses unraveling. Caelums voice lowered, heavy with ice. What leverage would he possibly have over you, Aurora? What could he hold that would make you pay him such a sum? Lees lips twisted into a vicious grin. His life was already ruined; if he couldnt have his share, then he would tear hers apart. Why? Because shes no savior, Alpha. His words rang out like a death sentence. She never pulled you from those waters that night. Shes a fraud. She bought my silence. She gave me fifty million to keep my mouth shut, so you would go on believing her lieCthat she was your rescuer. But she wasnt. Shes been living off a stolen story all along. The air turned to stone. Aurora clung to her role, voice breaking as she pleaded. Caelum, no! Hes lying. Freyas behind this, cant you see? Theyve bought him to smear me. Youre my mate. You know me- you trust me! Caelums throat tightened, his wolf snarling at war inside him. His gaze, tortured and searching, slid past Aurora andnded on Freya. O 8:00 Thu, Sep 18 His voice cracked. Freya you never saved me. Did you? Freyas lips curved into a cold smile. Her eyes, stormlit, held no mercy. 91 +20 Free Coins Caelum Grafton, do you realize howughable you are? You raised Aurora onto a pedestal, called her your white moonlight. For her, you betrayed vows, tore your own bond to shreds. You excused her crimes, shielded her from judgment. All because you believed she once saved your life. Her words cut deeper with every syble. But if that foundation crumbles, if she never rescued you at allCwhat then? Who is Aurora to you now? No, Caelum whispered, shaking his head like a man drowning. It cant be. It was her. It was always her. Test it. The new voice was a growl, rough as iron. Ss Whitmor, Alpha of the Irond Coalition, stepped forward, his power rolling like thunder through the room. Before Aurora could react, his hand mped around her throat, lifting her as though she weighed nothing. Her feet scrabbled against the wooden nks as he drove her back, pinning her against the rivers stone embankment just beyond the window. Moonlight spilled over his bared teeth. Drop her, Ss snarled, his eyes burning molten gold, and well see if she can swim. Well know if she ever saved anyone from drowning. Auroras scream tore into the night, mingling with the roar of the river below. Ascension 255 Third Persons POV 91 +20 Free Coins The rivers current churned beneath the embankment, ck and hungry, reflecting the pale glow of the moon like liquid steel. Auroras lungs burned, heart hammering as she struggled against Sss unyielding grip. His fingers mped around her throat with terrifying precision -not enough to crush, yet enough to remind her that a single slip would send her tumbling into the roaring water below. Her body teetered over the stone railing of the riverside embankment. Every heartbeat screamed warning, every fiber of her wolf screamed survival. Her pawsCif she were fully wolfedCwould have dug into stone for purchase, but now she was human enough to feel the powerless fragility of her body, with Sss threaten, she could not shift. One wrong move, and the river would im her. Dont dont! Let go! Please! Auroras voice cracked, paning every syble. She wed at Sss hand, at his ironChard fingers, but they didnt budge. The strength in his grasp was a wolfs strength, disciplined and lethal, honed to precision by decades of pack dominance. From the corner of her eye, she saw the river surge beneath her. Even if she could swim, the violent currents were no gentle brook where she could paddle to safety. This was a river with teeth, with a wolfs cunning, ready to pull her under at the slightest misstep. Caelum, help me! Auroras desperate gazended on Caelum Grafton, his broad shoulders tense, wolfed senses ring with distress. Caelums golden eyes flickered, torn between his logic and the gnawing, instinctual pull of fear. He knew her history, knew the story she had told him for years. He had trusted her, believed she had saved him. But doubt wed at the edges of his mind tonight. I know you trust me, dont you, Caelum? Aurora shrieked, her voice raw, trembling as she twisted her body against Sss grip. You said you believed me! You said I was your rescuer! Caelums jaw tightened, wolf instinct snarling beneath the skin. Ss release her! His words were steel and warning,ced with the edge of a wolf alpha protecting his packmate. Who saved me back then has nothing to do with you. But if she falls now, if something happens to her, do you think you will escape ountability? You will answer to the pack, Ss! Sss amber eyes gleamed like fire in the moonlight. His wolf was unleashed in that gaze, and his voice came out calm, chilling, dangerous. You think it doesnt concern me? he said, leaning slightly, tightening his grip just enough to send shivers down Auroras spine. My mate is being used, being ndered. How could I stand idle? I will prove she tells the truthCor I will see that the one who doubts it pays. And if she plunges. we shall see who answers to the 8:00 Thu, Sep 18 913 +20 Free Coins Caclums teeth ground, the wolf within him roaring in fury, but he was restrained. Sss two lieutenants pressed against him, their hands like iron shackles. He could move only in small increments, each one painstakingly measured. Freya stood a few paces away, her eyes glittering in the pale light. Her wolf prowled, bared teeth just enough to show warning, but her expression was merciless. You worry about her survival, Caelum? she called, voice slicing the tension like a de. You still believe she saved. you all those years ago? Fine. Lets test it. The wolfs instincts warred inside Caelum. He wanted to leap forward, to snatch Aurora back from the brink, but he was shackled by both the human and the wolfw: he could not challenge Ss Whitmor openly without risk of a civil war within the pack coalition. Auroras body tilted precariously over the stone barrier. The wind tore at her hair, tugging at the hem of her uniform, teasing the boundary between safety and oblivion. Sss hand did not loosen, but neither did it tighten. She could feel each subtle shift as he pushed her closer to the edge, testing both her bnce and her fear. Freya, do something! Caelums voice broke through the roar of the river, desperation crawling through every word. If she falls I swear Freyas eyes were sharp, cold as steel. Her wolf pressed against her ribs, tense and alert. If I cared about your forgiveness, you might matter. But you? Youve been irrelevant to me since before this river existed. Let her prove herself, Caelum. If she could save you from eight knife wounds, can she now survive the water you im she mastered? Caelums mind wavered, doubts slicing through years of belief. Could she really have saved him? Was she capable? Or had she always been a fraud? Lana, standing beside Freya, smirked slightly, her wolfed senses intrigued. To rescue a man struck eight times her swimming must be exceptional. Shall we see? Her tone was sharp, mocking, yet underneath it, curiosity glimmered like a wolf scent on the wind. Auroras cheeks burned red, shame and terror mixing. Once she had basked in the attention of being called Vice Pilot Aurora. She had reveled in the respect, the admiration. Now, stripped of title, stripped of control, that same sound grated, twisted into an usation she could not escape. Kades patience snapped, a low growl rumbling from his chest. Enough talk. Throw her. Lets see if she can float or sink! Sss lips curved into a faint, terrifying smile. In one swift motion, his hand loosened. 8:00 Thu, Sep 18 91 +20 Free Coins No! Wait! ICIll die! Ill die! Aurora screamed, thrashing wildly, her body twisting as gravity finally pulled her weight forward. I didnt save him! I didnt! I found him after someone else rescued him! I just followed the ambnce! The medics they thought I saved him so I went along with it to the hospital! Her wolf howled internally, instinct screaming that her survival depended on more than words. The rivers teeth were waiting, ck and merciless. Caelums senses screamed at him, but he could only watch, tethered by Sss dominance and his own hesitation. Freyas wolf observed coldly, calcting the truth in Auroras panic and fear. The water churned below, and the river seemed to whisper promises of reckoning. Tonight, every wolf in that dockside scene knew one truth: survival was no longer a question of skill, but of courage, of truth, and of which wolfChuman or beastCwould dominate the packs reckoning. Ascension 256 Third Persons POV : 91 +20 Free Coins Aurora slumped to the cold stone ground, legs trembling, chest heaving, as Sss shove sent her sprawling. The icy wind off the river whipped through her hair, carrying the roar of the dark waters below, the same river that had nearly imed her moments ago. Her lungs burned, her throat raw, and her body shook with adrenaline and lingering terror. Caelum barely dared to breathe. His amber eyes burned with disbelief, his wolf coiling within him like a storm, sensing the betrayal of every expectation he had clung to for years. She hadnt saved him. Auroras frantic confessions earlier, shouted with desperation and fear, had shattered the fragile truth he had built his trust upon. No it wasnt Aurora who had rescued him in the river that night. That realization wed through him, a wolfish ache in his chest that made him stagger back a step. Even when hed heard about the five million transferred to Lee as part of some mysterious transaction, his gut had told him something was offCbut he had buried the doubt, refused to confront it. And now the words were like cold steel across his ribs. Aurora had not saved him. Not her. Caelums gaze drifted, inevitably, to Freya. She stood at the riverbank like a statue of steel, long hair whipping in the wind, her stance proud, her spine straight and unyielding. The icy determination in her amber eyes made the moonlight glint off her high cheekbones, her sharp jawline, hermanding presence. A warrior through and through. Is it you? Caelums voice was low, strained, almost a growl, but each word trembled with the weight of a man on the edge of revtion. He took a step forward, another, drawn by instincts older than logic, by the wolfs primal need to find the truth. His muscles tensed; his body wanted to sprint, to leap to her feet, to demand answers. His rational mind screamed that perhaps it was safer to stop, to leave the past buried in silence. But the wolf within him urged him on,pelling him to confront the truth, to hunt it down like prey until the final answer wasid bare. Before he could reach her, Kades boot connected with his chest, sending him sprawling onto the stone embankment. Pain shot through his ribs, but even lying there, gasping, the wolf inside him bristled with fury. Caelum, you have no right toe near Freya! Kade barked, eyes glinting with the cold logic of a pack enforcer. Coughing and clutching his bruised chest, Caelum struggled to rise, amber eyes fixed like molten fire on Freya. Freya tell me was it you? The one who saved me that night in the 8:00 Thu, Sep 18 914 +20 Free Coins riverCwas it you? His voice wavered, torn between hope and despair, the alpha wolf in him. demanding truth. Lana let out a derisive chuckle, wolf ears flicking at the tension in the air. Oh, Caelum, youre asking now? Not long ago, you swore it was Aurora who saved you, right? Her words carried a sharp, mocking edge, yet beneath it lingered the wolfish curiosity of one sensing the shifting hierarchy. Pain contorted Caelums face, his jaw tight, his fur bristling as he ignored Lanas sarcasm. Nothing else mattered. Only the woman before himCthe one who had been there, silent and unseen all these years. His chest heaved with betrayal, with longing, with the raw, animalistic ache of knowing that his trust had been ced in the wrong wolf. Do I need to answer that? Freyas voice cut through the wind, cold and precise. Her wolf prowled beneath her skin, ears alert, fangs barely bared in warning. Whether I did or didnt, Aurora was never your savior. Believing otherwise was always a joke. Ss moved to her side, a predator beside his mate, amber eyes scanning, wolf instincts coiled, ready to strike if anyone challenged the pair. What will you do with her, Freya? he asked quietly, yet every word held authority, the weight of packmand and lethal intent. Hand her over to the authorities, Freya replied smoothly. And include all the evidence that could incriminate her. Let thew decide. Ss inclined his head, signaling his enforcers. Aurora was hauled to her feet, stumbling against the cold stone as she struggled, her breath catching in sobs. No! You cant I havent done anything! Caelum, help me! Please! But Caelum stood frozen, muscles tense, golden eyes fixed on her with the weight of revtion pressing down. He could not move, could not speak, could not actCnot yet. The wolf within him growled at the injustice, at the helplessness, at the cruel twist of fate. Auroras rescueCorck thereofChad rewritten everything he thought he knew about the past, and now he was forced to reckon with it. The men hauled Aurora to the waiting vehicle, the engine rumbling like a growl from the depths of a slumbering wolf. Freyas gaze turned to Lana and Kade. You two? she asked, voice still calm, yet tinged with the lethal precision of a hunter. Of course, Kade replied, nodding toward the figure still restrained. This one goes to the authorities as well. Very well, Freya said, the alphas aura radiating off her in waves. To the authorities, then. Together. 8:00 Thu, Sep 18 : 91 +20 Free Coins The vehicles moved, tires scraping against stone and asphalt, carrying the captured wolves of misdeeds. Caelum watched as Freya slid into her vehicle alongside Ss. She did not nce back. Her amber eyes were steel, unyielding, a reminder of the distance that now existed between them. Before stepping in, Sss gaze flicked toward Caelum, sharp and warning. No motion, no question, no hesitationCan unspoken decree: do not approach her. The vehicle rolled away, and Caelums hands clenched into fists, the alpha wolf in him roaring at the unfairness, the betrayal, the helplessness. He had once been closest to Freya, once the one she had considered in every choice. Now, even the smallest nce from her was withheld. He turned his eyes to the river again, dark, relentless, churning like it had that night when his life hung in the bnce. The memory came unbidden: a voice, strong and certain, cutting through the despair. Dont be afraid Ill save you. Youll be fine, with me here. He remembered the warmth, the hope, the promise in that voice, and the promise he had made himself: that if he survived, he would repay her. And yet here he was, three years of marriage behind him, standing by as the truth unraveled. The one who had saved him had been here all along, silent, watching, unacknowledged, and he had squandered every moment, every memory, every gesture. The river roared, the moonlight glinting off its restless surface, and in Caelums chest, the wolf howledCnot with hunger, not with rage, but with infinite, aching regret. Ascension 257 Third Persons POV :. *? 91 +20 Free Coins Auroras amber eyes zed with fury and desperation as Freya handed over every shred of evidence she had collected against her to the authorities. The documentsCcontracts, intercepted messages, financial ledgersCclinked against each other in a metal tray like the cold chimes of fate. Aurora knew what it meant. Byw, she would be detained. She would be taken, at least temporarily, by the officers, facing scrutiny, interrogation, and possibly arrest. Her re fixed on Freya, venom coiling in every flick of her gaze. Freya, dont think this means youve won! she spat, her voice sharp with outrage. Those soCcalled evidence wont convict me. You cant do this! Freyas eyes, cold as the winter river, met hers without a flicker of emotion. Whether its enough to convict you, she said smoothly, voice low and measured, thats a matter for the judge and the jury, not you, and certainly not me. Before Aurora could retort, Kade and Lana stepped into the police precinct, nking a restrained figureCLee. The moment Lees gaze fell upon Aurora, it darkened, ws of greed and vengeance scraping at hisposure. You filthy bitch, he seethed, teeth bared, fangs glinting. You dared to scheme against me? Just wait. If you ever get out of here, I swear Ill make you pay with your blood! Auroras lips curled into a sneer, her wolf coiling, ready to strike, yet she spoke through the tension in her jaw. You were greedy first, Lee! You demanded five million! If you hadnt pushed me to the edge, do you think Id have needed to take such drastic steps? me yourself! Leesugh was bitter, almost feral. Greedy? And you? Dont tell me you werent after Caelums fortune! Admit itCif you really liked him when he was a poor pup, why didnt you stick around? Only after he became the Alpha of SilverTech Forgeworks did you make your move? Aurora froze, the words like ws scraping across her ribs. Her gaze darted past Lees sneer to the one she truly neededCCaelum Grafton. The moment her eyes locked with his amber gaze, panic flooded her chest. Caelum dont believe him! she cried, voice breaking. Ive always loved you! I was with you because of that! Her heart hammered with desperation. She couldnt let him think she had betrayed him for power or wealth, not now, when Freya had discovered the old evidence of the border fireCthe same fire Aurora had inadvertently caused years ago. Every moment, every shred of her credibility, hung by a thread, and she needed him. She needed Caelum to fight for her in court, to defend her against Freyas calcted strikes. O 8:00 Thu, Sep 18 91 +20 Free Coins Caelums expression was unreadable, wolf instincts warring with human emotion. He had rushed from the riverbank, hailing a taxi to the precinct, only to hear Lees venomous usations. Could it be true? Could it really be as Lee imedCthat Aurora had only sought him once he had risen to prominence? He remembered the earlier days. When he had been a struggling wolf, just another member of Bloodmoon Pack trying to find his ce in the world, Aurora had appeared briefly, tending to him in the hospital after his injury. She had visited only twice, citing busyness, iming she had no time. And yet, once he was released and began building his life, she began to appear more often, contacting him voluntarily, her presence growing persistent. Caelums wolf growled low in his chest, ws scraping at the invisible chain of confusion and pain. He wanted to believe her. He had loved her on?e; he still but how could he trust now? Auroras desperation rose as she saw him hesitate, the hesitation feeding the wolfish anxiety coiling inside her. Caelum, dont you believe me? she pleaded, voice quivering, ws flexing, ears twitching. Caelum let out a bitterugh, the sound low, almost a growl. Believe you? How can I? You im to love me, yet you never told me the most important truth of allCthat you werent the one who saved me in the river! His amber eyes shed, wolf instincts demanding retribution, even as his heart ached. I that was Aurora began, but Caelum cut her off, his voice snapping like the strike of a wolf. Aurora! Youve lied to me in more ways than I can count. That five million it wasnt for verification. I confirmed with your uncle. He had no knowledge of any partnership or verification process. You took it to silence Lee, didnt you? And to secure your own advantage? Is that it? Auroras eyes widened, her chest tightening. The distance in his gaze, the absoluteck of trust, was like a knife to her wolf heart. He would have forgiven her onceCif only she had taken, lied, or stolen for himbut now, after everything, after the truth about the river she could feel the gulf between them widening. I didnt mean to deceive you! she gasped, ws scrabbling at her own wrists as if to w the words out of her throat. I only borrowed the five million temporarily. I reported itso no one lost anything! I was going to help you and my uncle with the coborationCI swear, I was! Caelums gaze hardened, wolf eyes like twin coals burning. Enough, Aurora. Enough of your excuses. Our bond ends here. Auroras amber eyes widened in shock, the words mming into her like a blow. Ends here? 8:00 Thu, Sep 18 91 +20 Free Coins After all she had sacrificed, all the schemes she had endured, all the nights of lying and fighting to protect him this was the end? Her wolf snarled, teeth bared, instincts screaming that she could not, would not, let it end. Desperation and resolve burned through her veins like molten steel. Her him, words raw and urgent. Caelum Im pregnant! gaze flicked up at What? His amber eyes widened, pupils dted, wolf instincts snapping to life with a surge of protectiveness and rm. The word hit him like a jolt of lightning. She carried his blood, his legacy. His wolf roared inside him, instincts wing, demanding that he protect, that he im, that he respond. Freyas brow furrowed slightly, watching Aurora with a calcting eye, though the faintest shadow of concern flickered. Even the alpha wolf inside Caelum recognized it: she still mattered to someone. Yes, Aurora said again, her voice shaking but resolute, ws digging into her thighs. Im carrying your child, Caelum. Dont think you can end this between us. Not when it matters more than ever. The precinct seemed to still, time stretching as Caelums wolf growled low, muscles tensing, heart pounding. Auroras deration had changed the battlefield. Not with weapons, not with evidence, but with life itself, a life born of him and herCa connection deeper than any pack rivalry, deeper than any betrayal, and yet as raw and precarious as the river that had once imed him. He could feel the pull of instinct and heart, wolf and man, blending into a maelstrom of emotion. And as he stared into her determined eyes, amber against amber, the world outside -the precinct, Lees curses, Freyas cold calctionCfaded, leaving only the predator and the mate, and a bond that even deceit could not fully sever. The Novel will be updated first on this website. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!