*Maddox*The dungeon beneath the castle is cleaner and less… damp, than most since the clean up of staff after the debacle with Zabrina. I still don’t like spending time down here, but there’s no other place to keep my enemies. I pass the cell where the man who’d attacked Isla and Poppy is sitting, his back to me. He doesn’t look up as I walk by, but I notice several scuffs on the smooth stone outside of the cell, like someone has been pacing back and forth just outside the bars. There is no doubt in my mind that Antony has been coming down here just to taunt the man, to walk along the bars and sneer and spit at him, and the man likely knows full well that Antony will take him apart piece by piece, slow and methodical, to avenge his mate, when I gave him the green light to do so.What will need to happen to Seth seems like a mercy in comparison.I turn a corner and come to a stop in front of a heavy metal door, a light flickering overhead. Amber light spills over the floor as I curl
*Isla*“Look at you,” Maddox beams as he balances on his hands and knees in front of Isaac on the floor in the large, airy sitting room near the library. I glance up from the magazine I’m reading to watch them, smiling as Maddox drops onto his elbows to look Isaac in the eyes. Isaac, hating every minute of what his nanny calls “tummy time”, screws his face into a scowl and lets out a howl of displeasure. “Oh, come on. You’re big and tough!”“You’re torturing him,” I chuckle, flipping a page. Maddox makes a face at Isaac, and the baby’s scowl turns into a grin. Seeing Maddox as a father is… a dream. Speaking of big and tough, this man used to intimate the hell out of me, and still intimates practically everyone else. Maddox just stepping into a room is enough to silence the space, and one look from him has Alphas cowering. But with Isaac he’s goofy, lighthearted, and… soft. The kindest, truest soul. I set my magazine down as Maddox rolls onto his back and lifts Isaac onto his chest.
*Maddox*Leo moves across the field of the stadium on the outskirts of my territory, the walls crawling with vines and smelling sharply of freshly cut grass. I stand with my arms crossed as Leo instructs a group of warriors who are setting up for the trials, watching their every move. Leo has fallen into his new role as one of my royal commanders without a hitch. I’d thought about making him my Beta, or at least letting him compete for it. But Leo is young, and also grew up far outside the traditional way of things. His mother may have been a member of my kingdom, but his father was a rogue. Leo’s education on matters of state and title wouldn’t be on par with what the other men vying for the position would be bringing to the table. Plus, I wanted to keep him as a warrior leader, a confidant, someone I could trust with the lives of my warriors and most importantly, my family. I might be bringing on a new Beta, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t over the incredible breach of trust Seth i
*Isla* The first night of the trials went well, all things considered. A large banquet was held in our honor, and the camp outside the stadium had been full to the brim with people from all over the pack lands. But I am quickly realizing how little I actually know about the lands in which Maddox’s title encompasses. “I’ve never talked so much in my life,” I say, my voice hoarse and cracking like gravel as I reach for a bottle of water. Trinity shifts her weight in her chair, the white canvas of what Ben calls “The Luna’s Royal Tent” billowing over our heads. “Well, I’d say you met everyone and their mothers, grandmothers, great aunts and weird cousins,” Trinity chuckles before sipping from her own water bottle. She isn’t wrong. The field in the stadium had been filled with tables and chairs, live music blasting, and food and drinks flowing freely for hours and hours. I’d walked around with Isaac and Maddox, formally introducing myself to Alphas of both large, well established and
*Maddox*“She’s mad at me,” I say to Antony as we stand in the royal box overlooking the stadium. The entire room smells strongly of coffee and whatever light breakfast is being laid out in silver trays buy my staff. Antony makes a noise in his throat, grunting like he knows exactly how I currently feel. “Why?”“Trinity, actually,” I sigh, rolling my ankle as I look down my black coffee, the fluorescent lights reflecting in the inky black liquid. “Why not just send Trinity away? She has family elsewhere, doesn’t she?”“Isla isn’t mad at me because Trinity is here….” I sip the coffee, exhaling deeply as I balance the mug on my knee. “She’s actually taken a liking to Trinity all of the sudden, and now she’s dead set on defending her against Trinity’s mate.”“What?” Antony leans back in his chair, his eyes narrowed into cat like slits. “Trinity doesn’t have a mate–”“She does–and it’s Elijah.”“The Alpha of Moorn’s brother?”“The one and only.”“Goddess.” Antony runs his hand over his
*Isla*The stadium is nearly silent as we watch Keenan’s wolf circle around Elijah’s limp body. My blood rushes in my ears as my heart races. Maddox is holding my hand, squeezing, as we cling to the railing and watch in horror as Keenan begins to approach the royal box, his head held high. Maddox’s warriors are lingering on the edge of the field, waiting for Maddox’s command to end the match, but he hesitates, his brow furrowing as he gazes at the black mass of fur and blood lying still in the center of the field. I slowly turn my gaze to Trinity, who has her eyes closed, her fingers knitted as she prays. “Is that it?” Antony says somewhere behind us. “Is he dead?”I turn back to the field just in time to see Elijah twitch, slowly raising his head. “Maddox, look!” I say, shakily pointing a finger at Elijah. Keenan must be looking right at us, because he turns his head as I point at Elijah and stalks back over to him, teeth bared. “He’s going to rip him to shreds,” Antony says in
*Maddox*Shit. I can feel Antony’s smug grin even though I can’t see him. Sure, proposing to the woman who is already the mother of my child AND my Luna at a party in the honor of my new Beta is ridiculous, but he was right to say I had done everything backward already. So, why stop? But now Trinity and Elijah are standing in front of me, stealing what I hoped would be Isla’s spotlight. “Of course,” I say, smiling despite the fact that I’m internally screaming. Isla grabs my hand, her mouth stretched in a beaming smile. Well, at least she’s happy about it. Now what am I going to do? Elijah shows very little emotion but seems relieved as he turns to Trinity and leads her away, the two of them walking shoulder to shoulder. “Well, I’ll be damned,” Poppy giggles. “She wasn’t a threat to you after all, Isla.”Isla turns and glares playfully at Poppy, who makes a funny face at her in return. I catch the placement of Antony’s hand as it rests on Poppy’s stomach and meet his eye, noticin
*Isla*I never really envisioned this moment. Maddox is down on one knee, his eyes turned up to meet mine expectantly. I realize with a start that at this moment, this man, this Alpha King most people won’t even look in the eye out of fear and respect, is kneeling before me… me. “I love you,” I say, my voice trembling. The column of his throat bobs as he swallows, his brow furrowing. “Are you saying no?”“Of course not,” I say softly, then slide off the bench so I’m resting on my knees in front of him. I hold out my hand, and he takes an audible breath, his eyes glistening as he removes the ring–a beautiful ring with what looks like a moonstone surrounded by sapphires–and slips it onto my finger. “Of course I’ll marry you,” I whisper, holding his gaze. His deep green eyes are sharp, focused, and full of what I can only describe as youthful hope. “But you’ve referred to me as your wife a few times already. Why did you feel–feel the need to propose to me–” I bite down on my words as