My Ex-Fiancé Thought I Married a Comatose Alpha King

I was rinsing my face when the cottage door swung open without warning. My heart slammed against my ribs.Before I could react,a familiar force pinned me against the wall.Dorian's scent crashed over me,and then his mouth was on mine. The instant I remembered he had kissed Rosalind the same way just moments ago,my stomach turned and I shoved at his chest.He caught my wrists,his grip impossible to break. "Why did you hand all your keys to Rosalind?"he demanded,his voice low and rough."I thought you would at least put up a fight." I stared at him,the irony of the situation almost funny."Is that not what you wanted?We broke off the courtship.Giving your betrothed the keys to your den seems straightforward enough." Something flickered behind his eyes,a trace of guilt he could not quite hide,and his tone softened."I told you,it is all an act.There is nothing between Rosalind and me.If there were,it would have happened a long time ago.Just be good for a little while longer.Everything that is yours will still be yours.You will always be my mate,and the pup will always be my heir." If not for the jasmine oil clinging to his skin—Rosalind's scent,so thick I could almost taste it—I might have actually believed him. I did not bother explaining anymore.I just nodded,going through the motions. Dorian wanted to tend to the cut on the back of my hand.I felt too wretched to resist.His touch was surprisingly gentle.When I flinched,he instinctively blew on the wound,the way he had done a hundred times before,as if nothing had changed between us.I watched his profile,and my heart clenched before I could stop it.It reminded me of the carriage ride home from the orphan pack,when he had dabbed ointment on my scrapes with the same quiet care. Then his soulstone messenger glowed. Rosalind's voice came through the crystal,trembling on the edge of tears."Dorian…I feel awful,I am so dizzy…Where did you go?I am scared being alone here…" His fingers tightened visibly,pressing harder against my wound without realizing it.I sucked in a sharp breath.He did not notice. "I am out,"he said into the crystal,his voice calm and steady."Just picking up some Moon Dew Elixir for you." Rosalind's voice turned small,cautious."Did you…go see Lyra?" Dorian did not miss a beat."No.I am on my way back to you now." It was spring,but I felt cold down to my bones.The part of me that had softened moments ago now felt pathetic.Rosalind was the one who received every ounce of his tenderness.How did I still not understand that?To him,I was no different from an obedient pet.I had loved Dorian.But I needed love that was mine alone,not scraps tossed my way out of obligation. The cut on my hand had split open again from the pressure,fresh blood seeping through.I could not tell which hurt more—my hand or my heart. He hung up the connection and seemed to remember I existed."Lyra,just hang on a few more days.Once this is over,we will swear the oath on the Moon Altar." I said nothing. A few more days.Then I would never have to endure this again. Dorian was about to leave when my own soulstone messenger buzzed against my hip.A reminder from the High Priestess's hall glowed on the crystal surface,confirming tomorrow's Moon Purification Rite. His gaze drifted over to it.His brow creased,slowly."Why are you going to the High Priestess?Did you not just go a few days ago?" Until I was truly gone,I did not want to stir up trouble.I kept my voice as steady as I could manage."The moon-sickness has been quite severe lately.I am going to the Priestess Hall to have it examined." Dorian visibly froze for a second,as if it had only just occurred to him that he had not spared a single thought for his pregnant mate's wellbeing these past few days.Something uneasy flickered in his eyes,and he hesitated,half-considering whether to stay. But the next second,another whisper from Rosalind lit up his soulstone,urging him to hurry back.That sliver of hesitation crumbled like it had never existed. "Then go back to the den and rest,"he said,tossing the instruction over his shoulder."Do not stay out overnight." He was gone from the cottage before the words had fully left his mouth.His choice did not surprise me.I was used to it by now. But I did need to go back to the Darkmoor den.My personal scrolls and my identity tokens were still there,and I would need them for tomorrow's rite with the High Priestess. The next morning,when Elder Hilda led me through the ironwood gates of the Darkmoor estate,I stopped dead in my tracks. In barely half a day,the place I had called home for years had been gutted.The matching wolf statuettes that used to stand on the entry table were gone.The fur rug beside the hearth,the one Dorian and I had chosen together from the northern traders,had been swapped for something new and unfamiliar.The ceremonial tapestry on the wall,the one we had woven months ahead of schedule to celebrate our upcoming oath,had vanished without a trace. Even knowing what I knew,my chest seized before I could stop it.I forced the feeling down and headed for the stairs. That was when the smell hit me.Acrid.Burning.I followed it toward the back courtyard. "Miss Fennwood,these things…they belong to the lady of the den,do they not?"Elder Marta's voice carried from somewhere nearby,laced with hesitation."Burning them does not seem right…" Rosalind's reply came laced with undisguised malice."Lady of the den?Get your facts straight,old wolf.I am the future Luna of this family.This junk was an eyesore.So what if I burned it?" My mind went white.I did not think.I simply ran toward the courtyard. Firelight danced against the black stone.A pile of belongings had been thrown into a bonfire,already half-consumed by flames.I recognized them instantly—the Den Mother's things.The woman who had raised me at the orphan pack.Her keepsakes.Her last traces on this earth. I lost my mind.I lunged at the fire without a second thought,my bare hands reaching straight into the flames. "Lyra,are you insane?!"Rosalind stumbled back a step,startled by my sudden appearance. I did not spare her a single glance.Fire seared my skin,the pain boring down to the bone,but I could not feel it.I clawed everything I could reach out of the blaze,dragging it free with both hands.Blisters rose instantly across my palms.I gritted my teeth and smothered the remaining flames with my own body,shaking so hard I could barely stay upright. When I finally looked up,my eyes were raw and burning."What is wrong with you,Rosalind?Why would you burn my things?" Rosalind stared down at me from where she stood,untouched by fire or consequence."They were an eyesore,so I burned them.Besides,who knows if this junk from some orphan pack is even clean?What if it carries diseases?" One breezy sentence,and she had insulted both me and the woman who had raised me in a single breath.The last thread holding me together snapped. I swung my arm and struck her across the face with everything I had left.The force knocked Rosalind sideways.She opened her mouth to curse at me,but a voice cut through first,sharp as a silver blade. "Lyra,what in the Moon Goddess's name are you doing?!" Dorian's voice cracked through the air like a whip.He stormed across the courtyard and shoved me away without a heartbeat of hesitation.I staggered backward,nearly falling into the still-smoldering fire pit. He was already pulling Rosalind into his arms."Why did you hit her?"His face was terrifyingly dark,his eyes flashing with something close to hatred. My voice broke."She burned the Den Mother's things!" Dorian knew better than anyone what those keepsakes meant to me.He knew the Den Mother had been the closest thing to a mother I had ever had.In that moment,I still believed that just this once,he would take my side. But Dorian only frowned,his tone clipped with impatience."It is just some old junk.Rosalind thought it was trash and cleaned it out.She meant well.Why would you hit her over that?" My heart stopped. Right on cue,Rosalind's eyes reddened,her voice going soft and wounded."I am sorry,Lyra.I truly did not know those things meant so much to you…I was just worried they might not be clean.I did not want Dorian to catch any sickness from them…" "You do not need to apologize,"Dorian cut her off,his voice hard as iron."If anyone owes an apology,it is her." He turned to me,and his gaze went cold."Lyra.Apologize to Rosalind.Now." There is no grief greater than a dead heart. I stared at the man in front of me,hollow with disappointment.He looked like a stranger."I will not apologize,"I said,each word falling from my lips like frozen stone."I did nothing wrong.She did it on purpose.If you do not believe me,ask Elder Marta." Elder Marta nodded quickly,her aged face pale with distress."It is true,my lord.Miss Thornfield,she—" Dorian cut her off without even looking."A servant's word means nothing." "Dorian,my face hurts so much…"Rosalind's tears spilled instantly.She cupped her cheek,sucking in a delicate,pained breath. His expression hardened further."Since these things are causing this much trouble,"he said,bending down to pick up the fire starter from the ground,"then I will get rid of them for good.Maybe then you will stop acting like a moon-cursed lunatic." The flame snapped back to life with a sharp pop. Every muscle in my body locked.I could not move.I could not breathe. "Dorian,what are you doing?!"The scream tore out of me raw,and I threw myself toward the fire.But he caught me from behind,his arms clamping around me like iron shackles. I thrashed against him,my voice cracking apart."I was wrong…I was wrong,all right…I will apologize.I am sorry.I am sorry.Just put out the fire,please?I am begging you,Dorian!" This was the first time I had ever broken down like this.The first time I had begged him on my knees. Something clenched in Dorian's chest.His grip loosened,just barely.I seized that split second,wrenched myself free,and threw my body into the flames. Fire licked up my arms.The pain went past sharp into a strange,distant numbness.But in the end,the only thing I managed to pull out was a silver-plated watch,blackened beyond recognition.I knelt on the ground,hollowed out,like someone had reached inside me and scooped out everything that had made me whole. The sounds around me faded to nothing.I did not register anything until Dorian hauled me to my feet. He looked at me,and for one fleeting instant,regret flashed through his eyes—the recognition that he had gone too far.But then his gaze landed on Rosalind's swollen cheek,and that flicker of regret vanished as cleanly as if it had never been there. "Let this be a lesson to you,"he said,his voice cold."Now you will know what is acceptable and what is not.You are supposed to be the future Lady of the Darkmoor pack.You cannot go around striking people like some common feral wolf." I did not want to hear another word.I just stared at him,my eyes bloodshot,looking at him the way you look at an enemy. The look cut him.He flinched and glanced away.Then the flinch curdled into anger at my defiance."You still do not think you were wrong?" He grabbed my arm and dragged me into the bedchamber we used to share,locking the heavy ironwood door behind him."Then sit in here and cool off!" I could not fight him.All I could do was stand there,trapped,the scorched watch still clutched in my blistered hand.My eyes burned.But not a single tear would come.

Until I was truly gone,I did not want to stir up any more trouble than necessary. When Dorian found me still standing in the bedchamber the next morning,his expression was unreadable.I spoke before he could say anything."The moon-sickness has been quite severe lately.I am going to the High Priestess's hall to have it examined." Dorian visibly froze for a second,as if it had only just occurred to him that he had not spared a single thought for his pregnant mate's wellbeing these past few days.Something uneasy flickered in his eyes,and he hesitated,half-considering whether to accompany me. But the next second,another whisper from Rosalind lit up his soulstone messenger,urging him to hurry to her side.That sliver of hesitation crumbled like it had never existed. "Then go back to the main den and rest,"he said,his tone dismissive."Do not stay out overnight." He tossed the instruction over his shoulder and was gone from the cottage before the words had fully settled.His choice did not surprise me.I was used to it by now. But I did need to go back to the Darkmoor den.My personal scrolls and my identity tokens were still there,and I would need them for tomorrow's rite with the High Priestess.I gathered my cloak and made the walk alone. The morning mist was still clinging to the ground when Elder Hilda led me through the ironwood gates of the Darkmoor estate.I stopped dead in my tracks.In barely half a day,the place I had called home for years had been gutted.The matching wolf statuettes that used to stand on the entry table were gone.The fur rug beside the hearth,the one Dorian and I had chosen together from the northern traders,had been swapped for something new and unfamiliar.The ceremonial tapestry on the wall,the one we had woven months ahead of schedule to celebrate our upcoming oath,had vanished without a trace. Even knowing what I knew,my chest seized before I could stop it.I forced the feeling down and headed for the stairs. That was when the smell hit me.Acrid.Burning.I followed it toward the back courtyard. "Miss Fennwood,these things…they belong to the lady of the den,do they not?"Elder Marta's voice carried from somewhere nearby,laced with hesitation."Burning them does not seem right…" Rosalind's reply came laced with undisguised malice."Lady of the den?Get your facts straight,old wolf.I am the future Luna of this family.This junk was an eyesore.So what if I burned it?" My mind went white.I did not think.I simply ran toward the courtyard. Firelight danced against the black stone.A pile of belongings had been thrown into a bonfire,already half-consumed by flames.I recognized them instantly—the Den Mother's things.The woman who had raised me at the orphan pack.Her keepsakes.Her last traces on this earth. I lost my mind.I lunged at the fire without a second thought,my bare hands reaching straight into the flames. "Lyra,are you insane?!"Rosalind stumbled back a step,startled by my sudden appearance. I did not spare her a single glance.Fire seared my skin,the pain boring down to the bone,but I could not feel it.I clawed everything I could reach out of the blaze,dragging it free with both hands.Blisters rose instantly across my palms.I gritted my teeth and smothered the remaining flames with my own body,shaking so hard I could barely stay upright. When I finally looked up,my eyes were raw and burning."What is wrong with you,Rosalind?Why would you burn my things?" Rosalind stared down at me from where she stood,untouched by fire or consequence."They were an eyesore,so I burned them.Besides,who knows if this junk from some orphan pack is even clean?What if it carries diseases?" One breezy sentence,and she had insulted both me and the woman who had raised me in a single breath.The last thread holding me together snapped. I swung my arm and struck her across the face with everything I had left.The force knocked Rosalind sideways.She opened her mouth to curse at me,but a voice cut through first,sharp as a silver blade. "Lyra,what in the Moon Goddess's name are you doing?!" Dorian's voice cracked through the air like a whip.He stormed across the courtyard and shoved me away without a heartbeat of hesitation.I staggered backward,nearly falling into the still-smoldering fire pit. He was already pulling Rosalind into his arms."Why did you hit her?"His face was terrifyingly dark,his eyes flashing with something close to hatred. My voice broke."She burned the Den Mother's things!" Dorian knew better than anyone what those keepsakes meant to me.He knew the Den Mother had been the closest thing to a mother I had ever had.In that moment,I still believed that just this once,he would take my side. But Dorian only frowned,his tone clipped with impatience."It is just some old junk.Rosalind thought it was trash and cleaned it out.She meant well.Why would you hit her over that?" My heart stopped. Right on cue,Rosalind's eyes reddened,her voice going soft and wounded."I am sorry,Lyra.I truly did not know those things meant so much to you…I was just worried they might not be clean.I did not want Dorian to catch any sickness from them…" "You do not need to apologize,"Dorian cut her off,his voice hard as iron."If anyone owes an apology,it is her." He turned to me,and his gaze went cold."Lyra.Apologize to Rosalind.Now." There is no grief greater than a dead heart. I stared at the man in front of me,hollow with disappointment.He looked like a stranger."I will not apologize,"I said,each word falling from my lips like frozen stone."I did nothing wrong.She did it on purpose.If you do not believe me,ask Elder Marta." Elder Marta nodded quickly,her aged face pale with distress."It is true,my lord.Miss Thornfield,she—" Dorian cut her off without even looking."A servant's word means nothing." "Dorian,my face hurts so much…"Rosalind's tears spilled instantly.She cupped her cheek,sucking in a delicate,pained breath. His expression hardened further."Since these things are causing this much trouble,"he said,bending down to pick up the fire starter from the ground,"then I will get rid of them for good.Maybe then you will stop acting like a moon-cursed lunatic." The flame snapped back to life with a sharp pop. Every muscle in my body locked.I could not move.I could not breathe. "Dorian,what are you doing?!"The scream tore out of me raw,and I threw myself toward the fire.But he caught me from behind,his arms clamping around me like iron shackles. I thrashed against him,my voice cracking apart."I was wrong…I was wrong,all right…I will apologize.I am sorry.I am sorry.Just put out the fire,please?I am begging you,Dorian!" This was the first time I had ever broken down like this.The first time I had begged him on my knees. Something clenched in Dorian's chest.His grip loosened,just barely.I seized that split second,wrenched myself free,and threw my body into the flames. Fire licked up my arms.The pain went past sharp into a strange,distant numbness.But in the end,the only thing I managed to pull out was a silver-plated timepiece,blackened beyond recognition.I knelt on the ground,hollowed out,like someone had reached inside me and scooped out everything that had made me whole. The sounds around me faded to nothing.I did not register anything until Dorian hauled me to my feet. He looked at me,and for one fleeting instant,regret flashed through his eyes—the recognition that he had gone too far.But then his gaze landed on Rosalind's swollen cheek,and that flicker of regret vanished as cleanly as if it had never been there. "Let this be a lesson to you,"he said,his voice cold."Now you will know what is acceptable and what is not.You are supposed to be the future Lady of the Darkmoor pack.You cannot go around striking people like some common feral wolf." I did not want to hear another word.I just stared at him,my eyes bloodshot,looking at him the way you look at an enemy. The look cut him.He flinched and glanced away.Then the flinch curdled into anger at my defiance."You still do not think you were wrong?" He grabbed my arm and started dragging me toward the bedchamber we used to share.But I had had enough.With a sudden,violent twist,I pulled my hand free from his grasp and walked away without looking back.

I stood against the heavy ironwood door for a long,long time.My legs went numb before I finally managed to calm the storm inside my chest. Since I could not get out,I might as well begin gathering what was mine.I moved through the bedchamber with mechanical precision,throwing every gown,every fur cloak,every silver hairpin Dorian had ever gifted me into a pile by the hearth.I did not stop until the task was complete. It was only when I stood back that I realized the truth.All I could actually take with me was my identity scroll,my blood-seal token,and the few personal keepsakes I had brought from the orphan pack.Nothing else in this room had ever truly belonged to me. Dorian did not unlock the door until the following evening,when the scent of the evening meal drifted through the halls.He noticed the pile of discarded things by the hearth.I saw him pause,his brow furrowing. "What kind of moon-cursed tantrum is this?"he asked,his voice carrying that familiar edge of condescension. I just smiled faintly,the expression feeling foreign on my face."They grew old.I stopped liking them.So I tossed them." That shut him up.He was quiet for a beat,and when he spoke again,it was in that tone of his,the one that made everything sound like a gift bestowed upon a grateful inferior."I will buy you new ones in a few days.Consider it an apology for how things have gone.Come eat,and be nice to Rosalind.She is only staying a few more days.Stop being jealous and picking fights with her." He paused at the end,just slightly."Burning those things…I may have gone too far.But people need to move forward.The Den Mother has been gone for a long time now." I nodded,my voice flat and empty."Fine." He had received what should have been my forgiveness,but something about my compliance made Dorian uneasy.I was standing right in front of him,yet he felt like I was already far away,like smoke slipping through his fingers. Tomorrow was the last day of my arrangement with the Grimtalon family.My plan was simple:wake up,go through the Moon Purification Rite with the High Priestess,and leave this place forever. But in the dead of night,the bedchamber door slammed open.Before I could even register what was happening,Dorian hauled me out of my furs and dragged me down the torch-lit corridor to the room next door.His grip was brutal,like he wanted to break me apart.The moment he let go,I slammed into the stone wall.Pain exploded across my back,and my vision went black for an instant. Before I could recover,his voice came down from above,raw with fury."Lyra,is this how badly you cannot stand Rosalind?You are so jealous that you would drug her with Darkmoon Herb?" My ears rang.My vision swam,then slowly focused.On the bed,Rosalind's cheeks were flushed,her sleeping gown disheveled.She was practically draped over Dorian,whimpering and pressing herself into his arms like a wolf in heat. "It was not me."My voice was hoarse,but I forced the words out."I did nothing of the sort." The moment I finished speaking,Rosalind flinched as though I had struck her.The tears came instantly,glistening on her lashes."Lyra…the only thing I ate tonight was the honeyed cake you had Elder Marta bring to me.I did not touch anything else…" "I had someone bring you cake?"I stared at her,my expression ice cold despite the fire burning in my chest."You burned the Den Mother's keepsakes,and you think I would send you a treat?Rosalind,do you truly think that highly of yourself?"My voice dropped lower,shaking with barely contained rage."And what would I even gain from drugging you?If you are going to frame someone for such a scheme,at least come up with a believable story." "Enough with the excuses,"Dorian cut in,irritation thick in his voice."Elder Marta already admitted you told her to do it.Witness and evidence,both accounted for.How am I supposed to believe anything you say?" The cold seeped into my chest,inch by inch.I had not imagined that in Dorian's mind,I was capable of something so low."What witness?What evidence?"I bit down hard on my lower lip,the words grinding out between my teeth."This estate has security enchantments woven into every corridor.A single scrying crystal can show you the truth of what happened.If you truly think I did this,then look into the crystal.One glance,and you will know exactly who is lying." I held his gaze,stubborn,refusing to bend.I would not confess to a crime I did not commit. Dorian hesitated.Just for a second. But then Rosalind let out a soft,shuddering gasp and clung to him tighter,her voice trembling and paper-thin."Dorian,it hurts so much…please help me,please…" Her collar had slipped,pale skin spilling into view beneath the disheveled silk.Dorian's hand froze.Instinct told him to push her away.But Rosalind ducked her head and sank her teeth into her own arm without a moment's hesitation.Hard.Blood welled up instantly,bright red streaming down her skin,impossible to look away from. "I know you only see me as a little sister,Dorian,"she whispered,her voice shaking."I know this whole arrangement these past few days was just a mock oath,a performance for the packs.It is my fault for letting myself get lost in how sweet it felt,for letting myself imagine you might care about me,even a little…"Her tears fell harder."I will handle this myself.Do not worry about me.I do not want to be a burden to either of you anymore…" Dorian's expression changed completely.He grabbed her arm to stop her from biting down again,pulling her into his arms to hold her still.When he spoke,his voice was rough and strained."Stop hurting yourself.I will help you." I stared at Dorian,almost certain I had misheard him.But there was no guilt on his face.Only disappointment.In me. "Lyra,I thought you were different from all those petty,scheming she-wolves.Above using dirty tricks to bully others.But I was wrong." My throat clenched.It felt like someone was carving my chest open with a dull silver blade,one slow cut at a time. "Since you are the one who drugged her,"Dorian said,refusing to meet my eyes,"then the consequences are yours to bear." Rosalind nestled obediently against his chest,but her gaze found mine over his shoulder,bright with undisguised triumph. A violent cramp tore through my lower abdomen,something twisting and churning deep inside me.The pain nearly buckled my knees.I gritted through it,my voice cold and cutting."Dorian,where is your reason?I drugged Rosalind and then sent my own betrothed to be the cure?And when you could have simply called a healer from the Priestess Hall…" Before I could finish,Rosalind let out a soft whimper and pressed her hand to her wounded arm."Dorian,just go.Do not worry about me.I am afraid if you actually help me,my sister will hate me even more.And do not blame her either.She only loves you too much.That is why she did something like this." I had already decided to let go of Dorian,but I still could not stand there and let Rosalind spew lies that dragged my character through the mud."Rosalind,have you no shame?You drugged yourself,then threw yourself at my betrothed and pointed the claw at me.Were you raised by feral wolves in the wild?" Crack. The words barely left my mouth before Dorian stood and struck me across the face with an open claw. The force whipped my head to the side.A high-pitched ringing flooded my ears. "Lyra,Rosalind never once said she wanted anything done to you,but you have not stopped attacking her.I suppose that is what happens when you grow up in an orphan pack.Not an ounce of proper breeding."His voice was low and venomous."Since you love drugging people so much,tonight you are going to sit here and watch exactly what that costs." Before I could react,he had dragged me to a wooden chair and bound me to it with strips of torn linen.As he pulled off his tunic,he left me with one final sentence."You brought this on yourself.Do not blame me." A bone-deep chill spread through me. The entire night,I watched the man I had loved for ten years bed another woman.The sounds—the heavy breathing,the wet kisses,the soft moans—circled my ears like a curse that would not break.And the whole time,my abdomen screamed with pain,cold sweat soaking through every layer I wore.I tried to call for help,but Dorian dismissed it as another ploy for attention.Moments later,Rosalind's moans grew louder,drowning me out completely. At first I still cried.Then the tears ran dry,and all that was left was a vast,hollow numbness. Every image seared into my eyes was the same brutal reminder:this is what happens when you love the wrong wolf. The last shred of feeling I had left died that night. The sounds of their passion lasted until the first pale light of dawn crept through the shuttered windows.Only then did Dorian finally untie me. "Have you learned your lesson?"he asked,looking down at me from above. When no answer came,he glanced down and saw my face drained of all color,my consciousness slipping away like water through cracked stone.Panic flickered across his features.He checked beneath me and found a pool of red soaking through my gown and onto the cold stone floor. He bent to scoop me up,ready to rush me to the Priestess Hall,but Rosalind's voice drifted from the bed,soft and fragile."Dorian,you were too rough last night.I think I am bleeding down there as well.Could you come look?If not,you could just send one of the servants.That would be fine too." Her voice was hoarse,pitiful.She looked utterly broken,her tear-stained face turned toward him with desperate need. Dorian hesitated.His resolve softened.It had been Rosalind's first time after all,and he had not exactly held back. So I watched him set me back down onto the cold floor.I watched him tell me to wait. But I was in so much pain.I forced myself upright,sent a silent whisper through my soulstone messenger,and called for a healer's carriage on my own.Then I staggered toward the door one lurching step at a time. "Where are you going,sister?" Just as I reached the top of the stairwell,Rosalind rushed over and seized my wrist. "I am so sorry,Lyra.This is all my fault.I am the reason you and Dorian never got to swear the oath on the Moon Altar."She tilted her face up at me,fresh tears spilling down her cheeks."Hit me,yell at me,I will take it all.Just please do not break the courtship with him because of me…" My head swam.A low buzz filled my ears."Let go,"I said,my throat so dry it burned. Rosalind only gripped tighter,stepping closer,as if terrified I would slip away."Please do not leave,sister.Dorian truly does love you.He is just soft-hearted.What he feels for me is only habit.Do not misunderstand him…" Love me? The pain in my abdomen clenched like a fist.My legs nearly gave out,and a wave of nausea surged up with the overwhelming irritation. "Enough,"I said,my voice gone cold as winter frost."Rosalind,who exactly are you performing for?" I yanked my hand back.I barely used any force. But in that instant,her body went limp and she tipped backward. "Ah!" Her shriek split the stairwell open. I froze for a fraction of a second,then reached for her on instinct.My fingertips grazed her sleeve,but she was already falling.Weightlessness seized me.Rosalind's grip dragged me down with her. The world flipped. My back,my elbows,my knees slammed against the hard stone edges of each step,over and over and over. Thud. I hit the ground floor hard.My vision went black. Then I heard footsteps,fast and frantic,pounding down the stairs. "Lyra!" Dorian's voice.He came tearing down the steps,his stride uneven,more rattled than I had ever heard him. Through blurred vision,I saw him reach me. But before he could get close,a hand caught his sleeve. "Dorian…"Rosalind's voice,thin as thread."I lost my footing.It was not her fault.She grabbed for me and got pulled down too…Go check on her first.She fell harder than I did…" Dorian's movement stuttered. He had been about to come to me.But that pause was all it took.His eyes landed on Rosalind's disheveled state instead.Her collar had shifted,exposing the marks he had left on her skin the night before. His throat bobbed. I thought,even if Dorian had no conscience at all,he would at least check on me first.I was with pup.I had just tumbled down an entire flight of stone stairs. He did not. I watched him gather Rosalind into his arms.Careful.Gentle.Like she was something precious and breakable.

"Let me take you to the healing hall first,"Dorian said,his voice low and urgent as he cradled Rosalind against his chest."You are already fragile,and last night I…nothing else can happen to you." Dorian did not look at me once when he said it.His attention was fixed entirely on the woman in his arms,on the tear tracks staining her cheeks,on the way her breath came in shallow,uneven gasps. Rosalind clutched the front of his tunic,her voice so small it barely carried through the cold morning air."But what about Lyra…" "I will come back for her,"he said,and the words fell like stones into a deep well. He carried Rosalind out of the manor without looking back.His footsteps echoed down the stone corridor,then faded,then vanished entirely. I was the only one left,lying on the cold floor at the bottom of the stairs. I stared up at the vaulted ceiling above me,at the dark wooden beams and the faded murals of the Moon Goddess watching over sleeping wolves.My vision blurred,slowly,then all at once. I laughed. It came out hoarse and hollow,a sound that did not even feel like it belonged to me anymore.My hand found my stomach,pressing against the damp fabric of my gown.My fingers were shaking. "Pup,"I whispered,my voice barely a breath,"did you see that?Your father does not love your mother.He does not love you either.How could your mother ever dare bring you into this world?" I do not know how long I lay there before my soulstone messenger buzzed against my hip.The healer's carriage I had called earlier had arrived at the gate.Someone had responded to my silent whisper. I pressed my palms against the cold stone floor and pushed myself up,inch by inch.My body felt like it had been taken apart and put back together wrong.Every movement sent tremors of pain through my limbs,through my stomach,through the very core of my being. But I stood up. One step at a time,I walked toward the ironwood doors,leaving a faint trail of blood behind me on the stones.Blood ran down my legs,but I could not feel it anymore.I could not feel much of anything. By the time the priestess'attendants wheeled me into the Moon Healer's Hall,my consciousness was already slipping away like sand through open fingers.Voices drifted in and out of my awareness,distorted and distant. "Miscarriage…she needs the Moon Purification Rite immediately…" "Where is her pack?Her family?" "There is no family.She came alone." I do not know how much time passed before I opened my eyes again.The ceiling above me was white stone,not dark wood.The air smelled of silverleaf and Moon Dew Elixir,not smoke and blood. Before I could fully understand where I was,the door to the healing chamber slammed open. "Lyra!" Dorian stormed in,his chest heaving,his eyes wild.He crossed the room in three long strides and seized my wrist.His grip was so tight I thought the bones would splinter. "You have the nerve to just lie here?"His voice was low,but the fury in it was unmistakable."Rosalind's spleen ruptured because you pushed her down those stairs.Massive hemorrhaging.She is in emergency surgery right now.You share the same bloodline.You are giving her a Life-bond Transfer." The fog in my head cleared instantly.What he was accusing me of was so absurd that for a moment I forgot the pain entirely. "I did not push her,"I said,wrenching my hand free from his grasp.My voice was raw and cold,scraped hollow by everything I had endured."Dorian,have you lost your mind?You want me to give blood?I just had a—" "You are still denying it!"He cut me off,his eyes darkening with something vicious."I saw it with my own eyes.You pushed her down those stairs.Rosalind is the one covering for you because she is too kind,afraid I would blame you.She protected you,and you will not even save her life?" I watched him construct his own version of reality and convict me with it.It was so ridiculous I almost laughed."Who asked for her kindness?I did not do it,and I did not do it!" "If something happens to Rosalind,how are you going to keep your place in the Fennwood pack?Is that what you want?For them to disown you?Would that make you happy?"He was not listening to a single word I said.His brow furrowed like he genuinely believed he was looking out for me."You and Rosalind share the same bloodline.You are donating.Consider it your apology." Something lodged in my chest.I could not breathe."I told you.I did not push her."Each word was deliberate,forced through clenched teeth."And I just—" "Stop pretending to be sick,"Dorian snapped,his frown deepening,his patience visibly fraying to nothing."Lyra,when did you become like this?You will not own up to what you did,and now you are playing the victim?" I lost every last shred of desire to communicate with him.When someone has already decided you are guilty,nothing you say will ever be the right thing. Dorian grabbed me by the arm and dragged me off the healing bed,hauling me toward the chamber where Rosalind lay.A priestess stood by the entrance,her white robes stained with fresh blood.The moment she saw Dorian,she hurried over. "Draw her blood,"Dorian said,not wasting a single word. The priestess glanced at me,hesitation flickering across her weathered face."But this young wolf's complexion…she is pale as snow.She should not—" "She is fine,"Dorian cut her off,his voice brooking no argument."Draw it." I was pushed into a wooden chair.My sleeve was rolled up.When the silver-tipped needle pierced the vein in my arm,the cold spread up through my limbs like ice water flooding my veins.The blood left me drop by drop,flowing through the crystal tube into a waiting vessel. I had just lost the pup.I had just undergone the Moon Purification Rite.I had no strength left to fight back.All I could do was let my head fall against the back of the chair and stare up at the white stone ceiling,watching the torchlight pulse and expand,pulse and expand,until the edges of my vision began to darken. My consciousness began to drift. Dorian suddenly took my hand,his fingers wrapping around mine.His voice softened,almost tender."Lyra,as long as Rosalind pulls through,everything that happened these past two days…we will pretend none of it ever happened." I did not look at him. "I know you have a problem with her,"he continued,his thumb brushing across my knuckles."It is because she has feelings for me.But I have told you so many times.What I feel for Rosalind is the bond of growing up together.She is no different from a little sister to me.My mate will only ever be you.Once you are feeling better,we will swear the oath on the Moon Altar.I will give you the grandest binding ceremony the pack has ever seen.So,Lyra,be good.Stop making trouble." A sister he had bedded and still called pure? What if Rosalind got pregnant with his pup?Would she still be a sister then? But those thoughts barely flickered through my mind.They were gone almost as soon as they came. None of it mattered anymore.I was leaving. Seven years of propping Dorian up,of bleeding for his ambitions,of drinking wolfsbane for his deals—plus this blood I was giving now.That was more than enough to repay the debt of him pulling me out of the orphan pack all those years ago. After this,whomever Dorian loved,married,or took to his furs had nothing to do with me. When the Life-bond Transfer was finally complete,I could barely stay upright on my own two feet.My vision went black for a moment.I nearly collapsed right there on the cold stone floor. Dorian did not notice.He was already gone,hurrying back to Rosalind's side. I pulled out my soulstone messenger.My fingers trembled as I sent a whisper to Seraphina Grimtalon,carving the words into the crystal with the last of my strength. "Can you come for me?" The reply came almost instantly,warm and certain."I am on my way." I turned and walked back to my own healing chamber,each step an agony.I left the priestess's report on the bed—the parchment that declared the loss of the pup,the completion of the Moon Purification Rite,the note that my body would bear the scars of this night forever. All I took with me was my identity scroll,my blood-seal token,and the burned silver timepiece that had belonged to the Den Mother. One step at a time,I climbed the winding stairs to the highest tower of the healing hall. A flying warg was already waiting on the landing platform,its great leathery wings folded against the dawn sky.The cabin door opened,and a healer that Seraphina had arranged stood inside.She rushed over the moment she saw me,checking my pulse,my pupils,the pallor of my skin. I waved her off gently."Just get me to the northern wildlands,"I whispered. The flying warg lifted into the air as the first true light of morning broke over the horizon.Clouds churned outside the crystal window,pale and gold and pink. When I arrived at the private healing hall in the northern wildlands and saw my new mate lying there in his enchanted sleep,his soul trapped in the Moonshadow Realm,the first thing I did was take his cold hand in mine.I held our ring-bearing hands together,let a priestess carve an image into my soulstone,and sent it to the pack message board with a caption carved beneath. "Claimed." From that moment on,Dorian Darkmoor had nothing to do with me.