The sharp knock on the door startled Irwin from her fitful sleep. She blinked against the early morning light filtering through the small window, her heart thudding in her chest. Her mind had been consumed by the thoughts of the impending ceremony all night. The uncertainty. The fear. It all swirled in her head like a storm she couldn’t escape.
“Lady Irwin,” a deep voice called from outside the door. “It’s time.”
The words hit her like a punch to the gut. "It’s time." The ceremony. The binding. The event that would tie her fate to Dorian, the man who barely spared her a glance, and the pack that already resented her presence.
Irwin sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes. She could feel the weight of everything pressing down on her. There was no avoiding it now. She had no choice.
The door creaked open, and two guards stepped inside, their faces as impassive as ever. Behind them, two servants entered, bowing slightly before speaking.
"Lady Irwin, we’re here to help you prepare," one of the servants, a young woman with brown hair tied back neatly, said with a soft voice. "The ceremony is about to begin."
Irwin nodded numbly and slid out of bed, her legs shaky beneath her. "I don’t need help," she mumbled, but the servants didn’t listen. They moved around her quickly, and efficiently, picking out the ceremonial dress that had been laid out the night before.
"You’ll want to look your best, my lady," one of the guards said, his tone flat but formal.
"Why?" Irwin muttered under her breath, but the servants continued their work without reacting to her words.
One of the servants helped her into the heavy ceremonial robe, its silver and black fabric making her feel even more trapped. Every layer they added felt like another chain pulling her deeper into the fate she hadn’t chosen.
As they pulled her long, dark hair into an elegant braid, the other servant spoke softly. "It won’t be so bad, Lady Irwin."
Irwin gave a weak smile, knowing the words were meant to comfort her. But nothing could ease the weight in her chest. "I hope you’re right."
Once dressed, she stood before the mirror. The reflection staring back at her was unfamiliar distant. Her usually bright blue eyes looked dull, her face pale against the dark colors of the robe.
The guard at the door cleared his throat. "It’s time, my lady."
Irwin’s stomach twisted as she stepped toward the door. The guards fell into step behind her, and the servants bowed and followed as well. As they walked through the long, cold corridors, Irwin’s heart pounded louder with every step.
They reached the great hall, where the ceremony would take place, and the heavy wooden doors were already opened. Inside the ceremonial hall, the atmosphere was cold and heavy, just as it had been when she arrived at the stronghold. She could feel the eyes of the pack on her as she entered. Their whispers, their judgments, surrounded her like a suffocating fog.
And there, at the far end of the room, stood Dorian.
He was dressed in the same ceremonial robes, dark and imposing, but his expression was unreadable. He stood tall, his arms crossed over his chest, his face set in a hard, emotionless mask.
"He looks as indifferent as ever," Irwin thought bitterly. "Does he even care about any of this? About me?"
The elder standing between them raised a hand, silencing the whispers in the room. "We gather here to witness the binding of Irwin and Dorian, a union that will join our pack with forces beyond our understanding."
Irwin took her place beside Dorian, trying to keep her hands from shaking. She stole a glance at him, but he didn’t look at her. His gaze was fixed ahead, his jaw clenched tightly.
They were so close, yet he felt miles away.
As the elder continued speaking, Irwin felt the pressure building. The weight of the ceremony, the cold indifference from Dorian. It all threatened to suffocate her.
"You’re nervous," Dorian’s voice whispered, low and barely audible to anyone but her.
Irwin’s heart skipped a beat. It was the first time he had acknowledged her since she entered the hall. She turned her head slightly, her voice quiet but sharp. "I’m not nervous. I just don’t know what to expect from this... arrangement."
He didn’t respond immediately, his eyes still forward. "Neither do I."
His words, though simple, unsettled her. She had expected him to remain aloof, but there was something else in his tone. Something guarded.
"You don’t seem nervous at all," she whispered back.
Irwin's voice laced with sarcasm. "It must be nice to be so unaffected."
Dorian’s eyes flicked toward her for a fraction of a second, his expression hardening even more. "This isn’t about feelings, Irwin. It’s about duty."
His words cut through her like a knife. "Duty." That’s all this was to him like some necessary obligation. Her heart ached, but she refused to let him see it. She turned her attention back to the elder, focusing on his droning voice.
"Join hands."
The elder’s command rang through the hall, echoing in Irwin’s ears. Her body tensed, knowing what was coming next. Her hands felt clammy as she slowly raised them, extending her palm toward Dorian.
For the first time, Dorian’s eyes locked onto hers. There was something there, something beyond the cold mask he always wore. But it was fleeting, and before she could make sense of it, he took her hand
The moment their skin touched, it was like lightning struck..
Irwin gasped softly, her whole body jolting as a surge of energy shot through her. Her eyes widened, and she instinctively tightened her grip on his hand. It was like a wildfire spreading through her veins, intense and overwhelming.Dorian’s eyes widened too, just for a moment, but he quickly masked his surprise. His grip on her hand remained firm, but his expression didn’t change.He felt it too, Irwin realized. There was no denying it."What... what was that?" she whispered, her voice shaking." You better, Stay calm," Dorian muttered through gritted teeth, his voice low enough that only she could hear."I can’t," she whispered back, her heart racing. "You felt it too, didn’t you?"Dorian’s grip tightened slightly, as he rolled his eyes away from her. "Don’t make a scene, Irwin."Irwin’s head spun. She had so many questions, so many things she wanted to demand answers to, but now wasn’t the time. She could feel the eyes of the pack on them, watching, and judging. Dorian was right, s
The guards entered then, formal and stiff as they addressed Dorian. “Alpha, shall we escort Lady Irwin now?”Dorian didn’t even glance her way. “Yes. Take her to my chambers.”The guards moved toward Irwin, but she stepped back, her voice rising in protest. “I can walk on my own.”One of the guards, a younger man with kind eyes, hesitated before nodding. “As you wish, Lady Irwin.”Dorian turned away from her, dismissing her like she was nothing more than an afterthought. “Make sure she stays there,” he commanded once more.Irwin’s blood boiled. "How dare he treat me like this?"As she followed the guards out of the hall, she shot one last look at Dorian. “You may not care about this now, but one day, you’ll regret it.”Dorian didn’t respond. He kept his back to her, his posture rigid, as if her words had no effect. She gritted her teeth, refusing to let the tears fall. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction." The mistake you made is accepting the offer given to you by the council...
Irwin gasped, her hands flying to his wrist as she struggled to breathe. "Dorian... stop," she whispered, barely able to force the words out.Dorian's eyes blazed with a fierce, predatory glow as his wolf form continued to take over. Irwin struggled to breathe, her fingers clawing weakly at his arm in a desperate attempt to free herself. She could feel the sheer strength in his grip, the power of the beast beneath his human skin."Please," she managed to croak, her voice barely audible. "Let me go.""Please," Irwin managed to croak, her voice barely audible. "Let me go, Dorian"Dorian’s eyes burned with fury as he stared at her, but there was something else beneath the anger. As her pleading eyes met his, he felt a strange pull toward her, something he didn’t want to acknowledge. Her desperation stirred something within him, confusing him, but not enough to make him relent. His grip on her, though slightly loosened, still kept her pinned to the wall.He leaned forward, his face inches
Irwin was jolted awake by a loud slam on her door. She had fallen into a restless sleep, haunted by the thoughts of everything that had transpired between her and Dorian the night before. The knocking had apparently been going on for some time, but she had been too lost in her troubled dreams to notice. Another knock followed, this time louder, and she groaned, pulling herself up from the bed.“Lady Irwin?” A servant's voice called from outside.“I’m awake,” Irwin muttered, her voice groggy. “Give me a moment.”After she quickly washed her face and tried to collect her thoughts, the door creaked open, and two servants entered. They quietly went about helping her get ready for the day, assisting her with bathing and dressing. The silence in the room felt thick, almost uncomfortable. It was clear none of them wanted to speak to her.As the servants fastened the ties on her gown, one of them finally broke the silence. “You’ll be expected in the dining hall shortly, my lady.”Irwin nodde
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The loud moans from Dorian’s chambers echoed through the Shadowclaw mansion, tormenting Irwin as she stood alone in the hallway. The servant’s cries of pleasure were like nails in her mind, reminding her of her place outside. Dorian’s choice to indulge with a servant, without any regard for her, stung more than she cared to admit.Her fists clenched at her sides, nails biting into her palms. “Enough, of all this torment from you Dorian” she muttered under her breath, cursing Dorian as she strode away.His chambers, and the lust that filled them, were the last things she wanted to think about. She needed to clear her mind, to breathe.Without a word, she slipped into the mansion’s garden, seeking solace among the flowers. She knelt by the roses, their soft petals soothing against her fingers. The fragrant air was a balm to her frustration, and for a moment, she allowed herself to relax. But peace was fleeting here. She felt restless.A sharp voice cut through the stillness behind her.
Irwin’s thoughts raced as she made her way through the corridors toward Dorian’s chambers. What could he want with her this time? She tried to calm her nerves, but her heart hammered in her chest. The last few days since their mating ritual, had been a whirlwind of confusion and tension. Each time they crossed paths, Dorian’s presence made her feel things she didn’t understand and that keep stressing her out.When she arrived at Dorian’s chamber, the servants silently led her to him. She stood in the dimly lit room, her head bowed, avoiding his gaze as she greeted him in a soft voice.“My Lord Dorian, you sent for me.”Dorian watched her closely, feeling a strange twinge of emotion. It bothered him why would she being addressing him with such deference when she was supposed to be his mate? That thought alone had annoyed him. He couldn’t afford to appear weak in front of her, so he quickly masked any emotion with a cruel smile.“That’s how you should greet an alpha like me,” he said, h