She died begging her mate to save her. Now her spirit is tethered to the Alpha who let her down. Elizabeth Campbell was the Luna of the Blackthorn Pack—until betrayal, lies, and a deadly mistake stole her life. Now trapped between worlds, she watches as her mate comforts the woman she was blamed for hurting. They think Liz ran away. They don’t know she’s dead. And they have no idea… She’s still watching.
view moreArthur’s POVI woke with a jolt, breath catching in my throat.Panic clawed at me before I even registered why—until my eyes snapped to the bed.Liz.She was still there.She was lying on her side, facing the window, the faintest glow from the early morning light kissing her beautiful features. She looked peaceful, like an angel, almost like she was just sleeping, like she wasn't a ghost.Relief hit me hard, and I let out a shaky breath, dragging a hand over my tired face.I hadn’t meant to fall asleep. I didn't want to take my eyes off her. Something inside of me had feared that if I did, she might disappear again—flicker out like the ghost she was.But she hadn’t.She was still here.And moon goddess, she was beautiful.I sat there quietly, watching her—taking her in, just for a moment. Just to look at her and imagine she wasn’t stuck between worlds and she was still the living, breathing, beautiful woman that had stolen my heart. I should’ve told her how I felt.Last night, when
Liz’s POVI sat curled on the floor near the fireplace, knees hugged to my chest and cried harder than I ever had in my life.Everything that had happened over the past few days—it was too much. I could not hold it in any longer.I had always believed, deep down, that if something happened to me… someone would come. That Lumian would feel it. That my parents would sense something was wrong.But no one came.And Diana… maybe she didn’t even know I was gone. She had her own life now. A mate. Responsibilities. I knew she cared. She was my best friend, but she couldn't see me I didn't blame her for that. She had her own life.I wiped the tears from my cheeks with shaking hands.Arthur kept his eyes on me, watching as though if he looked away for a second, I might disappear forever.The room was quiet, with just the fire crackling behind me. I sat there, trying to pull myself together, but everything felt like it was falling apart again.I turned to him, asking softly. “Can I stay here to
Liz’s POVArthur looked at me with something fierce in his eyes—something raw and burning and barely held together.“I’m not leaving,” he said quietly, but there was nothing soft in the way he said it. His voice carried the weight of a promise. “Not until I find a way to fix this. But I need you to tell me everything. Everything you remember.”I nodded slowly, even though the thought of speaking the words out loud made my throat close.“I’ll try,” I whispered. “It’s all… broken. Foggy. Like my memories are behind glass.”He didn’t say anything. Just waited. Steady. Present.So I closed my eyes and reached for the beginning.“I wasn’t doing anything special that day,” I began slowly. “Just running errands to prepare for Lumian’s party. I’d been trying to plan something—something that might make him see me again. Really see me.”My voice trembled, but Arthur didn’t interrupt. His presence was grounding—strong but not suffocating.“I went into town. I thought it’d be a short trip. I had
Arthur’s POV“You must be tired after your travel here,” Lumian said stiffly, the edge of forced politeness in his voice. “I’ve had a room prepared for you. Robert, show Alpha King Arthur to his quarters.”I didn’t respond—just gave a tight nod and followed Robert out of the office, my steps heavy with everything I was still trying to process.The corridors of the Blackthorn Pack were quieter than I remembered. Too quiet. The kind of silence that wrapped around your ribs and squeezed. The kind that said something was deeply wrong.Robert stopped in front of a polished oak door and opened it. “Everything you need should be here, Alpha King.”I didn’t speak. I just walked in and closed the door behind me.The moment I was alone, the weight of everything hit me like a blow to the chest.Liz.Her eyes.Her voice.The way she looked straight at me.I sank down onto the edge of the bed, elbows on my knees, staring at the floor like it held answers. She had been in that room. Not a memory.
Liz’s POVCould he really see me?The way Arthur looked at me—so intently, like I was the only one in the room—left my heart hanging in the balance between hope and heartbreak. My fingers trembled at my sides, and I couldn’t tear my gaze away from his.I wanted to scream. To cry. To fall to my knees and beg him to say it out loud.But then…He looked away.Arthur turned from me like the moment had never happened. Like he hadn’t just stared through every barrier between life and death. Like I was nothing but a flicker in his peripheral vision.My chest ached.No. No, not yet. Don’t go cold on me now.“I’d like some tea,” Arthur said smoothly, turning back to Lumian as if nothing had happened.The shift in tone was jarring. For a second, I wondered if I’d imagined it all—his stare, his tension, that quiet thread connecting us.Lumian jumped to obey, snapping his fingers toward the door. “Right away. I’ll have the servants bring some in.”I stood there frozen, still watching Arthur.He
Arthur’s POVHer voice was so soft I almost thought I imagined it.“Please tell me you can see me.”My breath caught in my throat.I didn’t move. I Couldn’t.Because I did see her. Right there.Standing in the middle of Lumian’s office like she’d always belonged there—and yet somehow didn’t belong at all.She was pale. Paler than I remembered. Her hair hung around her shoulders like dark silk, but her skin had no colour. No warmth. She stood in the sunlight, but it didn’t touch her. Didn’t wrap around her the way it should have.And she cast no shadow. None of it made any sense to me. My chest constricted.“Alpha King Arthur,” Lumian said behind me, his voice uneasy. “What are you staring at?”I didn’t answer him. I didn't care about him or anyone else in this room other than her.“Arthur?” Finn’s voice now, quieter, closer. Hesitant.Still, I kept my eyes on her. Too scared to look away in case she vanished. She was looking right back at me.Her eyes—Moon above, those eyes. Tired.
Liz’s POVI stood in the corner of Lumian’s office, silent as ever. Unseen. Unheard. And yet… not untouched.Everything Arthur said cut through me like lightning, splitting the sky. His fury wasn’t performative—it was personal. Real. Every word held weight. Every breath was sharp with the kind of anger that only came from deep loyalty… or love.He had come back. Not as the quiet man I once called Victor. Not as the stranger I took in and trusted. He had come back as a king.And even now, even standing in front of Lumian with fury rolling off him like thunder, he was still the man I remembered.He hadn’t forgotten me.My chest ached, something inside me trembling with an emotion I didn’t quite know what to do with.I didn’t speak. No one could hear me anyway.“You didn’t search for her. You didn’t fight for her. You let your mate vanish,” Arthur growled at Lumian.I flinched—not from fear, but because hearing someone finally say what I’d been craving was like cracking open a wound
Arthur’s POVThe office door opened with a sharp click.Carlos entered quickly, eyes flicking to me, then to Lumian. His shoulders were stiff, posture guarded. The second he stepped in, Lumian gestured toward me.“This is Alpha King Arthur,” Lumian said.Carlos froze, then bowed immediately. “It’s an honour, Your Majesty—”“Where is the Luna?” I cut him off, my tone like a blade slicing through the formalities. Carlos blinked, taken aback. His eyes darted to Lumian for direction, but I didn’t give him the chance.“He is not asking the questions,” I snapped, voice cold. “I am. So answer me.”Carlos straightened slowly. His throat bobbed as he swallowed. “No one knows where she is,” he said. “She’s been missing since the day before yesterday.”My chest tightened, a low heat blooming in my chest.“That’s not all,” I said, voice calm but sharp enough to cut steel. “You’re holding back. I can see it all over your face.”Carlos hesitated.I took a step closer. “Say it.”He swallowed again,
Arthur’s POVFrom the moment we crossed into Blackthorn Pack territory, I knew something was wrong.It wasn’t the usual tension that accompanied a royal visit—this was different. Heavier. The air clung to my skin like mist before a storm. Guards lined the perimeter with forced discipline, their stances too rigid, their eyes too watchful. Patrols were doubled, movements tight and rehearsed. Whatever was happening here, it was internal. A rot growing from within.Finn noticed it, too. “There’s been trouble here,” he muttered under his breath.I gave a curt nod. “And it’s not about us.”A few minutes later, Lumian appeared at the gate with his Beta, Robert, close behind. Both were dressed perfectly, the image of polished authority, but I saw past it. Lumian’s eyes were tired. Too tired. He was hiding something.“Alpha King,” he said with a forced bow. “Welcome to Blackthorn. I trust your journey was smooth?”“Where is your Luna?” I asked, skipping all pleasantries.His expression flickere
Liz’s POVEvery bump in the road jolted my bruised body as the van barreled forward through winding backroads. My cheek was pressed against the cold metal floor, and all I could hear was the pounding of my heartbeat in my ears and the muffled growl of the engine.My lungs burned with every breath. Panic clawed at my throat, threatening to choke me. I had no idea where he was taking me—just that I had to get out. I had to survive."Please save me, Lumian," I whispered through the bond, my mental voice shaking. My mate, my Alpha. He would come. He had to. I closed my eyes, clinging to the connection, hoping—praying—he could feel my fear.The bond flared to life, but instead of the warmth and concern I’d yearned for, a wave of cold irritation flooded back.“Liz, stop acting up. I’ll be home tonight.”My heart plummeted. Acting up? I was tied up in a stranger’s van, bleeding and terrified. Why did my mate think of me like this?My body ached. Every bruise screamed as the van hit another b...
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