Amelia POVI was still smiling, getting ready to thank Lena for the fight, when my stomach let out a loud growl. It was so loud that all three of us—Cassidy, Lena, and I—burst into laughter. The tension from sparring melted away, and suddenly, everything felt a bit lighter.“Well, looks like I’m hungrier than I thought,” I said between giggles.Cassidy nudged me with a grin. “Sparring does work up an appetite. Let’s go grab something to eat in the kitchen.”As we walked, I couldn’t help but replay the fight in my mind. The thrill of shifting into Snow, the way we moved as one, how we were in sync... it was exhilarating. My thoughts were interrupted when Lena spoke up, her tone more casual than I expected.“That fight was really impressive,” she said, looking at me with genuine curiosity. “Where’d you learn to fight like that? Were you a warrior back home?”I hesitated for a moment. Was it really that impressive? I’d mostly relied on Snow, not any real training. Still, the pride from S
Amelia’s POVI had been laughing with Cassidy and Lena, still talking about the fight and how Snow had been in perfect sync. Tempoary forgetting the whole Sabrina scene. When one of the palace servants appeared at the door. The atmosphere shifted instantly. The girl looked as if she was barely containing her nerves as she approached me with a low bow.“Princess Amelia,” she said softly. Looking at me nervously, “You’re required to attend a meeting with the council this morning. The Crown Prince requested your presence.”I blinked, feeling my stomach twist. Council meeting? My mind raced as I tried to recall if Lucas had mentioned anything about this. I hadn’t been prepared, not even slightly, but I couldn’t show that, not in front of Lena and Cassidy. I took a deep breath, forcing a calmness I didn’t feel.“Of course. Thank you for informing me,” I replied as evenly as I could manage.The servant nodded, bowing again before quickly slipping out of the room. The moment the door closed,
Amelia’s POVMy mind raced as I sat at the council table, listening to the debates, plans, and discussions swirling around me. This was my first official meeting as the Crown Princess, and the weight of the role pressed on me more than I’d expected. Strategies were being laid out, policies discussed, but all I could think about was how I could prove myself in this new world.Suddenly, my name was called. I felt Lucas nudge me, pulling me out of my racing thoughts. “Amelia?” His voice was low, but enough to get my attention.I blinked, startled, and glanced up, realizing all eyes were on me. Kurt Mentor, one of the council members, looked less than amused as he repeated his question.“Princess Amelia,” he said, a sharp edge to his voice, “do you agree with the proposal?”Caught off guard, I quickly nodded, my mouth working faster than my brain. “Yes… of course…. Ah what proposal am I agreeing to”A few council members chuckled, but Kurt’s eyes narrowed. He wasn’t amused. “I suppose our
Queen Larissa's POVThe doors to my private chambers closed with a soft thud, and I allowed myself a moment to breathe, the air thick with the weight of my plans. Lucas still didn’t fully understand the necessity of my actions, but he would, in time. He had no choice.I glanced at the documents spread across my desk, the foundation of everything I had worked for. The alliance between the council, the royal family, and the packs was fragile, and I would not allow a girl like Amelia, someone with no true standing, to jeopardize it. She was a temporary obstacle, nothing more.A soft knock interrupted my thoughts. “Enter,” I called, knowing it would be Lucas.He stepped inside, his expression guarded, the tension in his posture evident. He was always like this around me—watchful, cautious. He understood the stakes better than most, even if he was reluctant to accept them.“Mother,” he greeted, his tone formal, but the cold distance was unmistakable.I motioned for him to sit, but he remai
Amelia’s POVThe next morning, I woke to an empty bed. Again. Lucas had already left, and though I told myself I didn’t mind, a small part of me couldn’t help but feel disappointed. I lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, trying to shake the feeling.“He’s your husband,” I muttered to myself, “it’s only natural to want to see him.”But even as I said it, I knew that wasn’t entirely true. The blood bond we formed last night made it hard to ignore the growing connection between us. The sense of his presence lingered, even though he wasn’t physically there. I tried to convince myself that this was why I felt that slight pang when I woke up alone.“Right,” Snow snorted, clearly unimpressed by my attempt to rationalize. “Keep telling yourself that.”I sighed, knowing my wolf was right. The bond might have something to do with it, but there was more. Something I wasn’t quite ready to admit to myself yet. Before I could get too lost in my thoughts, Snow’s voice cut in again.“He’s
Sabrina's POVI sat at the back of the classroom, barely listening as Ms. Gentle’s voice droned on about etiquette. My gaze, sharp and cold, was fixed on her. Amelia. She sat near the front, her posture all proper and perfect, like she actually belonged. Like she was the true Crown Princess.The thought alone made me sick. Every time I looked at her, it felt like a slap in the face. How could Lucas, of all people, choose her? She’s a rejected mate—cast aside by her true mate. Someone that weak, that unwanted, had no place in the royal pack, let alone beside Lucas, the Crown Prince. It was beneath him. It was beneath me.I couldn’t believe my plan had failed. I’d suggested to Ms. Gentle that Amelia read a paragraph in French, fully expecting her to stumble, to make a fool of herself in front of everyone. I wanted to see the look on her face when she realized she wasn’t fit for this life, when everyone saw how unworthy she was. But no. Amelia had read it flawlessly. Effortlessly, even.
Amelia’s POVI left the etiquette class feeling… lighter. It wasn’t the class itself, though Ms. Gentle seemed surprisingly kind and understanding, nor was it Sabrina’s failed attempt to humiliate me. What had eased the tension in my chest was something more subtle—a small victory, one that I didn’t realize I needed until I felt the weight lift.The way Sabrina’s face had twitched when I flawlessly read the French paragraph was something I couldn’t help but replay in my mind, savoring the look of shock she tried to hide. She wanted me to fail, to stumble over words that had long since been second nature to me. I wasn’t just a rejected mate thrown into a royal role—I had my strengths, my abilities. And they were more than enough to carry me through this.That felt good, Snow murmured in my head, her satisfaction radiating through our bond. You should’ve seen her face. Priceless.I smiled to myself, the thought soothing the undercurrent of unease that had followed me into the class. “Yo
Lucas’s POV I hadn’t meant to leave Amelia alone again, but the council meetings were relentless. Every day, another strategy to discuss, another alliance to consider. Time was slipping away, and the more I got pulled into the realm of politics, the less time I had for her. A nagging sense of regret followed me through the halls, and Titan wasn’t shy about letting me feel it.“You’re wasting time,” Titan growled in my head, pacing. “This is when we could be with her, showing her who we are. Instead, you’re stuck here, letting her slip further away”.I winced at the truth in his words. I knew Titan was right. I could feel the distance forming between us, even though we’d recently bonded through blood. That connection should’ve made things easier, but it seemed all I’d done was complicate things.“She’s starting to notice,” Titan added, his voice harsh. “She deserves more than being neglected while you play prince.”“I know,” I muttered aloud as I walked the corridor to the council roo
Lucas POVThe night felt endless.I twirled Sabrina in time with the music, barely paying attention to the dance itself. My movements were precise, effortless—the product of years of formal training—but my mind was elsewhere.Sabrina, however, was fully engaged. She smiled up at me, her grip on my shoulder lingering longer than necessary as we moved together.“This reminds me of the first time we danced together,” she mused, her voice laced with nostalgia. “Do you remember? It was at the Crescent Moon gala, just after we—”She let the words hang, waiting for me to acknowledge them.I didn’t.I barely spared her a glance, my focus drifting back to the one person I actually cared about tonight.Amelia. I’d rather be dancing with her again. The way our body move together. Her soft hand on mine. The bliss that creeped onto her cheeks. She was stunning. Even across the room, she stood out in that midnight blue gown, its fabric catching the light like the night sky. But it wasn’t just how
Amelia’s POVMy mind felt like it was swimming through thick fog, the heat overwhelming my senses. Mind-link. I needed to reach someone—Lucas, Lena, anyone. But no matter how hard I tried, the haze clouded my thoughts, making it impossible to focus.Snow, help me… I pleaded.I—I’m trying… she panted weakly. The heat was affecting her just as much as it was affecting me.I stumbled, gripping the edge of the table for support just as the door creaked open.Panic surged through me as I turned, my breath catching when I saw who stood there.Alpha Dorian.I recognized him instantly—one of the young Alphas I’d spoken to earlier. I had disliked him on sight. The way his eyes had lingered on me too long, the way he had smirked when I spoke, as if he was undressing me with his gaze. And now, that same gaze was locked onto me, but this time, there was something darker in it.He took a slow step inside, inhaling deeply.My stomach dropped as I watched his pupils dilate, his eyes darkening as his
Amelia’s POVThe sound of applause still echoed through the grand ballroom as I stood there, my heart racing from the dance with Lucas. My body still tingled from his touch, the warmth of his hands on my waist lingering far longer than I wanted to admit. For a fleeting moment, it had felt like a dream—like we were something more than a contract, something real.But the moment shattered when she appeared.Sabrina.Draped in an emerald-green gown that hugged her curves, she approached with all the confidence of someone who believed she belonged by Lucas’s side. A false, sugary-sweet smile painted her lips as she placed a delicate hand on his forearm.“Lucas,” she purred, tilting her head just slightly. “Dance with me?”I stiffened. She didn’t even acknowledge my presence, as if I were nothing but a shadow in Lucas’s world.Lucas hesitated, his gaze flickering to mine. My chest tightened, but I forced my face to remain neutral. I refused to let Sabrina see me falter.Not wanting to cause
Amelia’s The warmth of Lena’s laughter eased some of the tension in my chest. Being around my friends always grounded me, reminding me that I wasn’t alone in all of this.“Ethan really had the nerve to approach you?” Lena scoffed, shaking her head. “The audacity of that man.”Cassidy smirked. “Should’ve thrown your wine on him.”Amy, ever the calm one, placed a hand on my arm. “You okay?”I exhaled, swirling the wine in my glass before nodding. “Yeah. I handled it.”Lena snorted. “Good. If he comes near you again, I’ll handle it.”Their presence was comforting, but I couldn’t ignore the way eyes followed me around the ballroom. Whispers trailed behind me, some admiring, others filled with skepticism. It was expected—Lucas and I were still under scrutiny. Some didn’t believe our union was real, while others simply didn’t think I belonged at his side.I straightened my shoulders, refusing to let their doubt shake me. I wasn’t just standing here as Lucas’s wife—I was here as the Luna of
Amelia’s POVThe shock of seeing Luna Lara standing before me made my breath hitch. Of all the people I expected to be my mysterious ally, she was not one of them.“Luna Lara?” I whispered, disbelief coloring my tone.She smiled, her expression calm and composed. “You’ve got questions,” she said softly. “And I have answers.”There’s a long pause and she stare at me a knowing glint in her eyes. “You look surprised, Amelia.”I was. But as the initial shock faded, I realized maybe I shouldn’t be. Luna Lara had helped me before—at the boutique, when she exposed Sabrina’s schemes. She had stepped in when she had nothing to gain from it. And yet, that was exactly what unsettled me now.She wasn’t from this kingdom. She had no real reason to be invested in my affairs. So why was she helping me?“Why?” The question slipped out before I could stop it.Luna Lara tilted her head slightly, as if she had expected me to ask. Then, she sighed, a soft, almost wistful sound. “Because I see a glimpse o
Amelia’s POVI stood in front of the mirror, my fingers lightly tracing the delicate embroidery along the bodice of my gown. The emerald-green fabric shimmered like the leaves of the palace gardens after a rainstorm, and it fit me perfectly—a stark contrast to the chaos swirling inside me. The stylist had insisted this color would bring out my eyes. I stared at my reflection and had to admit, she was right.Not that it mattered. The gown, the jewels, even the flawless braids in my hair—they were all just a mask. Tonight wasn’t about beauty or elegance. It was about survival.The Alpha Ball. Just the thought of it sent my pulse racing. Everyone who mattered in our world would be here tonight—the alphas, the lunas, the councils, the powerful families. Every handshake and glance would carry hidden meanings. And then there was me: Amelia, Lucas’s wife in name only. A contract. A secret.I smoothed the gown over my hips, trying to steady my nerves. Tonight, I had to be perfect. Polished.
Ethan’s POVThe conference room was stuffy, the hum of voices blending into a dull roar around Ethan as his pack discussed the logistics of their upcoming strategies. Ethan sat at the head of the table, his gaze locked on Mark, his beta, who was going over final preparations for the Alpha Ball and pack affairs during his absence.But Ethan wasn’t paying attention. His mind had drifted far from the table and the mundane discussions about patrol schedules or supply runs. He couldn’t stop thinking about the Alpha Ball, couldn’t stop imagining the scene that awaited him when he arrived.Amelia.Her name burned in his mind like a brand. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t suppress the image of her standing beside Lucas, her head held high, the picture of grace and strength. It made his blood boil, the muscles in his jaw tightening until it ached.“You’ve no one to blame but yourself,” Magnus growled in his mind, his wolf’s voice a sharp jab against his already frayed composure.“She’s
Amelia’s POVThe palace garden stretched before me, a quiet oasis where I could breathe, though my thoughts were anything but tranquil. The sun was soft this morning, filtering through the leaves and casting shifting patterns on the cobblestone path. It should’ve been peaceful, but my mind felt like a restless storm.I walked without direction, brushing my fingers against the cool leaves and blossoms that lined the garden paths. Despite the beauty surrounding me, my thoughts kept pulling me back to yesterday—to the boutique and the moment Luna Lara revealed Sabrina’s schemes.I could still hear her calm, confident voice as she exposed the truth. My chest tightened at the memory. The gratitude I’d felt in that moment had been overwhelming. Sabrina’s plan to humiliate me could have succeeded if not for Luna Lara stepping in.I’d thanked her before leaving the boutique, my words barely scratching the surface of how much her intervention had meant to me. But the aftermath of it all still
Lucas POV The trial had been over for days, but I couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling it left behind. Something was off—both Kurt and Maxwell were too calm, too assured of their positions. Amelia had noticed it too, pointing out the glances they exchanged during the proceedings. She was right; I’d seen it myself. They weren’t just accused—they were calculated, like men with a hidden plan.I sat at my desk, leaning back in my chair as I tapped my fingers on the armrest. My gut churned with suspicion, my mind replaying every moment from the trial. Every word. Every look. Every lie. Maxwell and Kurt weren’t just covering for each other; they were playing a larger game, and I needed to figure out what that game was before it cost us more than we could afford.Amelia’s voice echoed in my mind, her concerns still fresh. She had seen it in them—something cold, something dangerous. The fact that she noticed it before I did gnawed at me. She wasn’t just observant; she had a sharpness to her tha