Alpha TristanI stormed down the hallway, my boots echoing against the cold stone floor as I chased after Fiona. My heart pounded furiously, not from the exertion, but from the chaos of emotions swirling within me.The kiss had been a mistake. A momentary lapse in judgment. I’d thought she was Fiona, and for a brief, maddening second, I’d been consumed by the memory of what we used to have. But when I realized it was Vanessa standing in my arms, everything had spiraled out of control.I hadn’t even paused to explain myself to Vanessa. What was there to explain? That I didn’t want her? That the very sight of her reminded me of the burdens I’d been forced to carry since we were married? No. She already knew where my heart lay. She’d accepted this arrangement, just as I had, and we both knew it wasn’t for love.But Fiona...I quickened my pace, my breath coming in shallow bursts as I reached the palace gardens. The night was cool, the scent of jasmine heavy in the air, but it did little
Alpha Tristan The walk back to the palace was longer than it should have been. Each step felt heavier than the last, the cool night air doing little to clear the turmoil in my mind. Fiona’s words still echoed in my head, sharper than any blade: “I saw the way you looked at her.”It was absurd. Ridiculous. She was wrong.But was she?I shook the thought away, straightening my shoulders as the towering palace loomed before me. The grand doors stood open, spilling golden light onto the stone steps. The sounds of the festival had quieted, the night now carrying only the distant hum of laughter and music from the square.As I stepped inside, the air was thick with the scent of lavender and the faint aroma of wine. The grand hall was empty, save for a few servants scurrying about, clearing away the remnants of the feast. They bowed their heads as I passed, murmuring respectful greetings.“Where is she?” I asked one of the maids, my voice curt.The young woman startled, clutching the tray o
Valarie As the door closed behind Tristan, the silence in the room felt deafening. I stood there by the window, staring out at the moonlit gardens, my heart pounding in my chest. The conversation replayed in my mind, his words cutting deeper than I wanted to admit.I had agreed to this marriage, yes. But I hadn’t agreed to be humiliated, to be treated like I was invisible, like I didn’t matter.Wiping the tears from my cheeks, I took a deep breath and straightened my spine. I couldn’t let this break me. Not now. Not when so much was at stake.If Tristan wanted to treat me like a pawn in his game, so be it. But I wasn’t going to just stand by and let him ruin me. I had to protect myself, and more importantly, I had to protect my sister’s secret.I turned away from the window and walked to the vanity, my reflection staring back at me. The royal gown I wore was flawless, every intricate detail carefully designed to make me look like the queen the people thought I was. My dark hair fell
ValerieThe morning sun streamed through the large windows of my chamber, bathing the room in a soft golden hue. I sat up in bed, stretching lazily before swinging my legs over the edge. The air carried a slight chill, and I hurried to dress, choosing a simple yet elegant gown that reflected my current mood. Life in the palace had its charms, but the tension was often palpable, and today was no exception.Alpha Theo, had been away on a work trip for several days, leaving the atmosphere in the palace teetering on the edge of chaos. Without his grounding presence, the tension was high , and the air was thick with unspoken grievances.By the time I made my way to the dining hall, the familiar buzz of morning chatter had been replaced by a tense silence. Lady Bianca, sat at the head of the table, her expression as sharp as the crystal chandelier above us. She was the epitome of poise, but her words often carried a sting. Across from her, Tristan’s absence was glaringly obvious.The serv
Alpha TristanIt had been weeks since Vanessa had stood up to Lady Bianca, and as time passed, I found myself caught in an unexpected web. I had always thought of Vanessa as someone who was... well, nothing more than a lady with a lot of opinions. She wasn’t bad, per se, but I hadn’t exactly gone out of my way to get to know her. She was a lady of the palace, one who lived by the rules and adhered to traditions. She had been a presence, yes, but one I didn’t care much to engage with.At least, that’s what I had told myself.But ever since the incident with Bianca, something in me had shifted. It wasn’t just that she’d confronted my stepmother, though that alone had been enough to make me pause. No, it was the way she had handled it. With calm composure and an honesty that cut through the tension in the room like a blade. She wasn’t afraid of speaking her mind, and that was... refreshing. It made her stand out, in a way that I hadn’t expected.I’d never been one to entertain the idea o
ValerieReaching out to my parents about my sister’s health had become an impossible task. I had tried, but the risk was too great, especially after Fiona, one of the palace's most vigilant maids, almost caught me the last time I attempted to send a message. Since then, I had been forced to bury my concerns deep within me, even though the worry gnawed at my heart.I missed my sister terribly. She was the rightful Bride of Alpha Tristan, the one who had been chosen for this life. Pretending to be her wasn’t just difficult, it was soul-crushing. I wasn’t cut out for this world of rigid rules, constant surveillance, and hidden power plays. I longed for my old life, where I wasn’t walking on eggshells or pretending to be someone I wasn’t.And then there was Tristan. He had made it painfully clear that I was nothing more than an unwanted placeholder in his life. His heart still belonged to his ex, a fact he didn’t bother to hide. Living under the same roof as him, enduring his cold indiffe
CarlReturning to the palace wasn’t just about taking up responsibilities or reconnecting with family, it was about reminding Tristan that I wasn’t someone he could ignore. We had been rivals for as long as I could remember, constantly trying to outdo each other in everything from training to leadership, and even now, nothing had changed.Except now, he was married.And not to just anyone, but to someone strikingly beautiful. Vanessa. The moment I saw her on the staircase, struggling not to fall, I knew who she was. I had heard whispers about her, though I hadn’t expected her to be so… captivating. The way her eyes widened when I caught her, the soft flush on her cheeks, she was unlike anyone else in this cold, calculated palace. And I could already tell she was Tristan’s weakness.Which made her all the more interesting to me.Tristan had always been the perfect Alpha, stoic, disciplined, and unshakable. But seeing him that day, his mask slipping as I held Vanessa in my arms, was a r
Alpha TristanCarl had always been a thorn in my side. For as long as I could remember, his presence was a constant reminder that even the things I cherished most were never safe. He thrived on competition, on finding ways to provoke me, and it infuriated me how easily he could slip into someone’s life and stir chaos.And now, it was Vanessa.I stood in the shadows of the hallway, watching her and Carl from a distance. The way he leaned toward her, that stupid, smug grin plastered on his face, made my teeth clench. He said something that made her laugh an unguarded, light laugh that I hadn’t heard from her in weeks.That laugh, it shouldn’t have been meant for him.Carl reached out, his hand brushing hers briefly, and something inside me snapped. I turned on my heel and headed straight to my chambers, slamming the door behind me. My breathing was heavy, and my hands were balled into fists at my sides.This wasn’t about her. It wasn’t.I repeated the thought in my head like a mantra, t
VALARIE The palace was unusually quiet at night, its silence was felt over every hallway and corridor. I wandered through its grand stillness barefoot, wrapped in nothing but a light robe over my silk nightgown, unsure where I was going or what I was looking for. Sleep had evaded me for hours, and the walls of my room felt far too close, too filled with thoughts I wasn’t ready to confront.My heart was a constant thrum in my chest, restless, aching, confused. Especially after what happened during dinner, with Tristan sitting so close, asking quiet questions, stealing glances when he thought I wasn’t looking.I ended up in the old music room. I didn’t even realize I was heading there until my hand was on the knob and I pushed the door open. A small lamp near the window was still burning, casting a soft glow on the piano and the bookshelves lining the walls. It felt untouched by time, like a piece of the world where no one pretended.I walked over to the piano, lifting the cover from
LADY BIANCAI had tolerated her long enough.The entire palace had started to murmur, whispers of how Alpha Tristan had begun to soften since the marriage, of how the mysterious new Luna had brought a light into his cold, rigid life. They said she was graceful, kind, real. It made me sick.Vanessa .The name left a bitter taste in my mouth. She walked through the palace like she belonged, like she had earned her place here. But I knew better. She was a placeholder, a puzzle piece that didn’t fit, jammed into place by circumstances I didn’t trust.I had kept my distance, waiting, watching. But time was no longer on my side. Alpha Theo would return any day now, and when he did, everything would be set in stone. The heir, the Luna, the future.And I would not allow that girl to cement her place in history as Alpha Tristan’s mate.No. If I wanted my son to inherit what was rightfully his, Vanessa had to go.I found her in the long hallway by the eastern wing, her eyes scanning the courty
CARLI wasn’t in the mood for company, especially not my mother’s. But when she stepped into my chamber unannounced, dressed in her usual elegant silks and her perfume clouding the air, I knew there was no escaping her.She had that look again. The one that always meant trouble.“Carl,” she said sharply , like her tongue could slice through wood . “We need to talk.”I sighed and leaned back in the chair, folding my arms. “Is this about Tristan?”“No,” she replied sharply , closing the door behind her. “This is about you.”She walked across the room and sat down opposite me, her gaze steady, her posture perfect. Even when she was angry, my mother never lost her composure. That was the dangerous part.“I’ve been watching you,” she said, fingers tapping lightly against her thigh. “You’ve let this little marriage between your brother and that girl distract you.”“Her name is Vanessa .”“And she’s irrelevant,” she snapped, her voice sharp. “Unless you make her useful.”I narrowed my eyes.
VALARIE I woke up to a soft knock at my door, the kind of knock that barely meant to be heard. My heart jumped, thinking it might be Tristan again. But when no one entered, I sat up and realized it wasn’t him, it was just one of the servants, probably checking in.The room was still thick with the warmth from last night. My skin hummed where Tristan had touched me, kissed me. I could still feel the weight of his body against mine, the way he whispered my name like a secret he didn’t want the world to know.And yet, the morning light cast everything in sharp reality.I sat by the window, watching the wind brush the trees in the courtyard, thinking about what had changed. Something in me had shifted. The wall I had carefully built around my heart was no longer steady. It trembled with every glance he gave me, every gentle word, every time he looked at me like I wasn’t just a girl caught in a lie but someone he could actually care for.I touched my lips, remembering the way he kissed me
CARLI stood on the balcony outside my room, coffee getting cold in my hand, the steam long forgotten as I stared at the path leading to the Vanessa’s chamber .A servant had casually mentioned the night before that Lady Vanessa hadn’t shown up for breakfast two mornings in a row. I acted indifferent, even made a sarcastic comment about royalty sleeping in late but that simple detail stuck with me. It gnawed at me through the silence of the night until I found myself unable to sleep. I had paced, sat, read half a book without understanding a word, and now… here I was.Waiting.Watching.And then, I saw him.Tristan.Walking out of Valerie’s room.My hand tightened around the handle of the mug.His shirt was unbuttoned slightly, the collar open in that casual way that made him look like he hadn’t planned it but knew exactly what it did to a woman’s imagination. His coat hung over one arm. His expression was unreadable, composed as ever, but something in his posture was different, less
CARLI stood on the balcony outside my room, coffee getting cold in my hand, the steam long forgotten as I stared at the path leading to the Vanessa’s chamber .A servant had casually mentioned the night before that Lady Vanessa hadn’t shown up for breakfast two mornings in a row. I acted indifferent, even made a sarcastic comment about royalty sleeping in late but that simple detail stuck with me. It gnawed at me through the silence of the night until I found myself unable to sleep. I had paced, sat, read half a book without understanding a word, and now… here I was.Waiting.Watching.And then, I saw him.Tristan.Walking out of Valerie’s room.My hand tightened around the handle of the mug.His shirt was unbuttoned slightly, the collar open in that casual way that made him look like he hadn’t planned it but knew exactly what it did to a woman’s imagination. His coat hung over one arm. His expression was unreadable, composed as ever, but something in his posture was different, less
VALARIE The night air was so refreshing and calming.We walked back from the terrace in silence, the soft rustle of my dress the only sound between us. The stars were scattered like fireflies across the sky, and the path back to the main palace was dimly lit with warm lanterns. I didn’t want to speak, not yet. I didn’t want to break whatever this feeling was, this strange quietness that nestled between us like a heartbeat we were both trying to ignore.Dinner had shifted something. I wasn’t sure what exactly. But the way he looked at me… the way he didn’t try to fix me or press me for truths I wasn’t ready to say, it made something inside me ache and tremble at the same time.As we stepped into the hallway leading to my chamber, I paused at the threshold. He did too.“Thank you,” I said, softly.Tristan tilted his head. “For what?”“For seeing me… when I didn’t think anyone would.”He didn’t respond right away. His eyes flickered from my face to my lips, then back again. The air bet
TRISTAN She hadn’t smiled all day.I watched her from across the corridor, my gaze lingering on the way she held herself, shoulders hunched ever so slightly, head down, eyes distant. Vanessa had always been composed, strong even in the face of unfamiliar territory. But today… there was something different. A weight on her, heavy and invisible, dragging her spirit down.She passed me without saying a word, pretending not to notice me standing at the window. I didn’t stop her. I didn’t speak. I just stood there, watching her walk away, her scent lingering in the air like a fading memory. Lavender and something softer like roses .This wasn’t like her. Even when she had first come to Blackwood, pretending to be fearless and full of fire, there had been some spark in her. But now, it was dim.I didn’t know what had caused the change.And that was what frustrated me the most.She wouldn’t tell me. She had stopped opening up, and I could sense it. As Alpha, I could read people like I read
CarlI leaned against the window, watching her, the one person who had consumed my thoughts more than I cared to admit.Vanessa .She had just left the greenhouse, her steps measured but graceful as she made her way back to the main house. The gentle sway of her movements, the way her hair caught the soft breeze that whispered through the garden.I could hear my own breath, shallow and controlled, as if my body didn’t want to make a sound that might break the moment. For a long while, I simply watched her walk, each step echoing in my mind like the beat of a drum. I hadn’t planned on seeing her tonight. I hadn’t planned on being near her. But it had happened.And now I couldn’t look away.I had a plan in mind, make Tristan angry, keep the tension between us alive. A bit of harmless fun, I had thought. A game. But as she stepped out into the cool night air, something in me had shifted. It wasn’t just about Tristan anymore. It wasn’t even about the rivalry.It was about her.The realiza