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As soon as Silas‘ words fell, his body rippled, bones cracking and sinew tearing. In the space of a heartbeat, the Ironclad Alpha was no longer a man but a massive dark wolf, fur like midnight steel, eyes glowing with predatory fire.
Kade answered in kind, his own frame splitting, morphing, until the soldier stood replaced by a storm–grey beast, scarred and broad–shouldered, every inch of him carved by war.
And then they collided.
Fangs clashed, claws raked, their bodies a blur of fur and blood, a whirlwind of violence in the middle of the hall. Tables shattered beneath their weight, wood splintering as they slammed each other into walls, snarls shaking the air like thunder.
Lana froze, terror lodging in her throat. To step between two battling alphas was to court death. Their power rolled through the hall like a stormfront, crushing her lungs, bending her knees.
She turned desperately to Silas’s guards. “Are you just going to stand there and do nothing?”
The lead Whitmor enforcer didn’t so much as twitch. “Alpha didn’t give the order.”
Lana’s mouth fell open. That meant they would tear each other apart until blood crowned a victor.
Kade fought with the disciplined ferocity of a soldier—each strike a precise, punishing blow honed by the Iron Fang Recon Unit. But Silas moved with something more primal, a predator unbound, his attacks savage, cunning, designed to cripple and kill.
Fur flew. The floor slicked with blood.
Five minutes passed. Lana’s heart pounded with every brutal clash.
Ten minutes, and she bit her fist to keep from screaming.
By fifteen, she felt hollow, trembling, the violence too much for her human nerves.,
“Are you tw ever going to stop?” she whispered hoarsely. “At least take a break… gods…”
And then it happened.
A streak of white cut across the battlefield.
A wolf unlike any other burst from the shadows–a great pale beast, fur white as bone, eyes gleaming silver.
Freya.
She lunged between them, her body slamming into both alphas with impossible force. Silas’s jaws snapped closed inches from her throat. Kade’s claws raked harmlessly against her flank as she shoved them apart, lips curled back in a snarl that split the hall with pure, commanding sound.
Both males froze. Instinct, blood–deep, forced their wolves to halt. Their snarls died into growls, their
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massive frames rigid, hackles still raised but restrained by the sudden intrusion of that white shadow.
The hall held its breath.
And then, before their eyes, Freya shifted back. Fur sank into skin, bone cracked and reformed, her wolf folding into human shape. She stood naked in the wreckage, chest rising and falling, hair clinging damp to her shoulders, her eyes still glowing faintly with silver light.
“What in the hells are you doing?” she demanded, voice low and sharp as a blade.
Lana gasped, rushing to her side, she quickly put a cloak on Freya with panic and outrage tangling together.“Do you have a death wish? They could’ve torn you apart!”
Her scolding rang loud, but her trembling hands betrayed her fear–and her care.
Guards surged forward, stripping off coats and cloaks, wrapping the two alphas hastily.
Then Freya looked straight at them.
“If I didn’t know I could stop them, I wouldn’t have entered the fight,” she said coolly, her voice carrying the same dominance that had cowed their wolves. “Even if they hadn’t pulled back, I would’ve managed.”
“Still,” Lana hissed, eyes shining. “Whatever happens, your safety comes first. Always.”
Freya inclined her head. “I know.” Then she cut her gaze back to the two men, voice hard. “Now. Why were you fighting?”
“They-” Lana began, but Kade’s rough voice cut across her. His chest still heaved, his wolf barely leashed, but he forced words past his teeth.
“I heard the Ironclad Alpha was skilled,” he said flatly. “I merely wished to test him.”
“Test?” Freya’s silver eyes narrowed, suspicion glinting sharp as fangs.
Kade’s gaze flickered, betraying unease. He swallowed hard, then tried to redirect, “Where are you headed, Freya? I’ll escort you.”
“She’s with me,” Silas said at once, his tone carrying the weight of command. “She’ll return to my estate.”
Kade stiffened, fury radiating from him in waves.
Freya didn’t falter. “Yes. I serve as Alpha Whitmor’s protector now. I’ll remain at his estate.”
The words made Kade’s jaw clench tight, his wolf pacing beneath his skin. “I’ll remain in the Capital for a few more days. If you have time… call me. There are things I must say to you. Things unsaid.”
“I will,” she answered softly, then turned and allowed Silas’s men to guide her into the waiting car, her borrowed cloak trailing behind her.
As the vehicle pulled away, Kade stood rigid, wolf still straining within him. His gaze burned on the retreating taillights, chest tight with rage and dread.
If Silas’s interest in Freya was a passing game, Kade could endure it. But if the Ironclad Alpha was serious….
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The thought alone seared him. His mother’s voice whispered through memory, a warning he had once laughed at: Never entangle with the Whitmor line. Madness runs in their blood. If they claim something- or someone–they do not relent until death itself intervenes.
He had once scoffed. “You exaggerate, Mother.”
But now, with Freya wrapped in Silas’s cloak, Eleanor’s warning returned like prophecy.
And he had no choice but to defy it.
He would not lose Freya again.
Inside the car, Silas finally spoke, his gaze fixed on the pale wolf now wrapped in his coat. “You don’t truly believe Kade and I were only testing each other, do you?”
“No,” Freya replied without hesitation.
“Then won’t you ask the real reason?” he pressed, voice low.
“If you wished to tell me, you would. My questions won’t change your silence.” Her voice was cool, unyielding. Then her eyes sharpened, cold fire burning there. “But remember this, Silas–do not harm Kade. If you do, I won’t forgive you.”
Silas’s lips curved faintly, dangerous and unreadable. His gaze caught hers like a snare.
“And if he harms me?”
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Freya lifted her chin, her voice steady despite the tension thick in the air.
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“You’ve got so many guards around you. Do you really think Kade could bypass all of them just to harm you, Alpha Silas?”
Silas lowered his gaze, lashes casting shadows over his sharp cheekbones. There were wounds that no bodyguard could ever shield a man from–and he knew it too well.
Then his voice cut through the silence, sudden and disarming.
“Do you dislike calling me by my name so much?”
Freya froze for a moment.
“…Silas.”
She gave him what he wanted, whispering his name softly. “Don’t hurt Kade. I don’t want to stand against you one day.”
His lashes trembled, a strange bitterness curling faintly at the corner of his lips.
Why did it feel like that?
Was it because, against his will, he was beginning to care for her?
“Fine. I won’t harm Kade,” Silas murmured, his voice low, husky, his sharp wolfish eyes finally lifting to meet hers. “Because I don’t want to be your enemy.
Just the thought of being on opposite sides with her–it unsettled him to the core. His instincts screamed. that if it ever happened, he would regret it for the rest of his life.
The Capital
Aurora was finally released from the holding cells.
Waiting for her were Caelum, alongside his long–time enforccer, Ryker.
The moment Aurora stepped into the vehicle, Ryker clicked his tongue dramatically.
“You’ve no idea what Caelum’s been like while you were in there. Running day and night, barely sleeping. If hardship reveals true loyalty, well… this looks a lot like the real thing.”
“Enough, Ryker,” Caelum growled sharply.
“What? Feeling shy now?” Ryker smirked before leaning forward. “But seriously, Aurora landing in the detention hall–don’t tell me it wasn’t Freya Thorne’s doing. I’d bet she stirred up the Iron Fang Recon Unit, pushed them to file that report, just to crush you.”
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Aurora’s eyes flashed cold at the name. Her hatred for Freya burned hotter than ever.
“I despise people who scheme in the shadows. If she had a problem with me, she should’ve faced me directly. Instead, she used such vile tricks. Typical.”
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Being detained was a stain on her record, one that would follow her no matter how clean she kept her wings. Even if she clung to her position as co–pilot, the dream of rising higher in the ranks was gone. Freya had destroyed her career.
Ryker’s voice dripped with mockery.
“Freya? Please. Compared to you, she’s nothing but a petty schemer. Using her parents‘ martyrdom in the Ashbourne Legion’s Hall of Martyrs as leverage, twisting it to sabotage you. She actually thinks if she ruins you, Caelum will return to her? What a delusion.”
“Ryker, enough!” Caelum’s voice cracked like a whip.
Ryker frowned, annoyed.
“Why are you still defending her? You’re divorced. Don’t forget the press conference during the Lunar Severance Phase–how much humiliation she threw on you in front of the packs.”
Caelum’s chest tightened.
Humiliation? If anyone had caused disgrace, it had been himself.
“Freya isn’t the kind of wolf who schemes and sabotages,” Caelum said, his voice hoarse.
Three years of marriage replayed in his mind, the memories sharper than claws. She had never once tried to entrap him. Never plotted. Never asked for more than what he already gave. And he… had taken her devotion for granted.
“You’re actually defending her?” Ryker’s voice rose in disbelief.
Aurora’s expression faltered, unease creeping into her chest. In the past, Caelum never spared Freya a second thought. But now? Now he spoke of her as if… No. That couldn’t be. He couldn’t possibly care for Freya Thorne again.
Aurora told herself that, again and again.
They stopped at a private dining hall Caelum had booked in advance. Inside the dimly lit chamber, Caelum shrugged off his Silverfang Pack uniform jacket, laying it casually aside. Then, his WolfComm buzzed.
“I need to take this,” he said, picking it up as he strode out into the corridor.
Aurora, alone in the room with Ryker, reached for Caelum’s jacket, intending to hang it properly. But as the fabric tilted, something small clattered onto the floor.
Two simple, unadorned rings. Cheap in appearance, nothing like the treasures of an Alpha.
Aurora blinked, picking them up. Since when did Caelum Grafton carry such things?
The door burst open. Caelum’s expression darkened instantly as his sharp gaze locked onto the objects in Aurora’s hand. In a flash, he snatched them away, his grip near violent.
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“Who told you to touch these?” he snapped, his voice thunderous.
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Aurora stared at him, startled. They were just two shabby rings–so why was he trembling with fury?
“Caelum, it’s only a pair of rings. They fell out when I lifted your jacket. Aurora just picked them up,” Ryker interjected, scoffing.
But Caelum’s eyes burned, his wolf raging inside him, as if those plain rings were more precious than gold.
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Aurora let her voice soften, though the glint in her eyes betrayed her intent.
“My fault,” she said with a feigned guilt. “I only wanted to hang your jacket, Caelum… but I ended up dropping these rings. They must mean something to you, don’t they?”
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The words sounded like an apology, but beneath them was curiosity–she wanted to know why the Alpha of Silverfang Pack guarded them so fiercely.
Caelum Grafton pressed his lips into a thin line, silent for a long moment.
Important? Once, he had believed the rings were anything but. Cheap, symbolic tokens he’d picked up in haste for a marriage that never truly mattered to him. During three years of mating under the Lunar Severance Phase, he had rarely looked at them–he had almost forgotten they existed.
But after the separation… he had found himself carrying them with him. His hand strayed to them unconsciously, fingers brushing their crude metal edges as if reassurance lay there. He couldn’t explain it himself.
“They’re nothing important,” he said at last, his tone uneasy.
Ryker barked a laugh. “If they’re nothing, then why snap like that? You nearly scared Aurora half to death.” His gaze dropped, catching the glint of metal in Caelum’s hand. His brow furrowed. “Wait a second… these look familiar. Ah–that’s it. Those are the rings you bought when you and Freya Thorne were bound, aren’t they?”
The air shifted instantly, thick with tension. Aurora’s face paled, while Caelum’s fist curled tight, enclosing the two rings like a wolf shielding its last scrap of prey.
“You can’t be serious,” Ryker exclaimed. “Those are your mating rings? Caelum, you’re already separated. Why the hell are you carrying that cursed relic around?”
Cursed.
Caelum’s wolf bristled, his voice snapping like the crack of a whip.
“Ryker–friend or not–you don’t speak of them like that.”
Ryker lifted his hands, unbothered. “What did I say wrong? Those rings are bad luck. You should’ve thrown them away long ago. What you should be thinking about now is what kind of rings you’ll give Aurora when the time comes.”
“I’m not bound to Aurora,” Caelum said flatly.
Ryker rolled his eyes. “Say that in front of outsiders, fine. But here? It’s just us three. You really want to embarrass her like that?”
Caelum’s expression flickered. He turned his head, eyes meeting Aurora’s.
Aurora forced a small smile, though her knuckles whitened around the edge of the table. “It’s fine. They’re
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his and Freya’s rings. They were bound for three years. It’s not strange he keeps them near, even now. And as for me and Caelum… we’re just friends.”
“Friends?” Ryker scoffed. “If you hadn’t gone overseas, Freya would never have slithered in. You’re the one Caelum always carried in his heart–everyone knew it.”
Aurora’s lashes fluttered, her gaze shimmering as she turned to Caelum. “Is that true?”
Caelum opened his mouth… and no answer came.
Yes, once his heart had held only Aurora. When she returned from Bluemoon’s overseas training, he had done everything to show his gratitude for her saving his life. Yet lately… he found himself haunted by memories of those three years with Freya Thorne. The quiet devotion she gave without asking. The sharp sting of her words at the airport–the words that made him wonder if perhaps his life had been saved not by Aurora, but by Freya,
“Caelum,” Ryker prodded, impatient. “She’s waiting for your answer.”
“I…” His throat closed. He had no words.
Aurora’s eyes glimmered. Then she dropped her gaze, playing the part of one who understood too much. “There’s no need to rush. These things take time. But sometimes I wonder… if I had never left, would we have lost those three years?”
Caelum’s voice cracked low. “Aurora, I’ve only just come through a separation. I…”
“I know.” Her smile was tender, forgiving. “I understand. The Airborne Wing granted me a long leave. Remember the Ashbourne island project I mentioned? My mother’s kin are part of the development council there. I can take you, introduce you to them. With their backing, SilverTech Forgeworks could secure far more than scraps.
At the mention of business, the fog in Caelum’s chest cleared. His wolf straightened, senses sharpening. “Aurora… thank you.”
“There’s no need for thanks between us,” Aurora said warmly.
She wanted him to see: whatever Freya Thorne could give, she could match–and surpass. Freya was nothing compared to her.
Caelum’s shoulders eased. The Ashbourne island project was critical. He would secure it, whatever the cost.
And Freya… she was there, in Ashbourne as well. When he arrived, he would find her. He would demand to know why, in their final moments, she had spoken words that still clawed at his chest every night.
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After laying my parents to rest in the Ashbourne Legion’s Hall of Martyrs, the days blurred into a haze of duty and silence. Most of my time was spent shadowing Silas, fulfilling the role of protector that fate had thrown at me.
But whenever I could, I slipped away to settle what remained of my parents‘ holdings in Ashbourne. Lana had returned to The Capital with quiet resolve after the funeral. Yet Kade stayed behind, insisting that his presence would make things easier.
He claimed his training in law could help if complications arose while I inherited my parents‘ estates. “If not,” he’d said with that unshakable confidence of his, “I can always call in The Capital’s best lawyers.”
I didn’t doubt him. Kade had studied law before the wolf in his blood led him into the Iron Fang Recon Unit. If not for the call of service, he might’ve become a barrister instead of a soldier. His mother’s kin still held deep roots among The Capital’s most powerful law firms. And the most ruthless attorney in the city- the one even Alphas whispered about was none other than Kade’s uncle.
So I let him accompany me.
At the Ashbourne property registrar, I clutched the number slip, waiting for my turn. Our family had lived in The Capital for years, but those quarters were tied to the military. My parents‘ true holdings remained here: two properties. One in the city itself, and an older ancestral house on the outskirts, in a small town beyond the river.
The old place would require another visit, more paperwork, another wound reopened. And with Eric–my brother–still listed as “missing in action,” everything had to fall under my name.
My gaze dropped to the documents in my hand: the death certificates… and the military’s official record of Eric’s disappearance. My thumb traced over the letters of his name, aching as if the paper itself could pulse with his scent.
“You’re thinking of your brother again,” Kade’s voice broke through, low and steady. He had never met Eric -by the time he joined the unit, my brother was already gone. All he’d ever seen were faded photographs.
“Yes,” I murmured. My wolf stirred restlessly inside me. “I’ll find him. No matter how long it takes.”
“And I’ll help you,” Kade said.
I looked at him then, warmth rising in my chest despite the grief. “If Eric knew I had a younger brother like you at my side, he would’ve been glad. He’d have called you family.“,
Kade’s jaw tightened, his eyes flickering dark. Brother. He used to wear that mask proudly–used it to stay closer to me than anyone else. But now? I saw the storm gathering in his gaze.
“What if I don’t want to be your brother?” he said suddenly.
I blinked, startled. “What, you don’t want Eric to see you as one?”
His voice dropped lower. “The only person who could ever make me a brother… is you.”
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A laugh slipped past my lips, though it was brittle. “Fine then. If you don’t want the title, I won’t force it on you.”
But his next words cut sharper. “And you? Will you always only see me as your little brother?”
I studied him carefully. The boy I once teased was gone–this man before me bore the weight of scars and war, the wolf in his blood fully awake. “Not just a brother,” I said softly. “You’re my comrade. My packmate
in arms.”
Even now, after both of us had left the Recon Unit, I still thought of him that way.
His gaze flickered―hurt, longing, something untamed. Comrade. Brother. Labels he couldn’t escape in my
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“Then what about Silas Whitmor?” Kade asked, his tone edged with something dangerous.
I frowned. “Why bring him up?”
“I need to know what you think of him.”
“My assignment is to protect him,” I said simply.
“Only that?”
“What else would it be?” My voice sharpened.
His lips pressed into a grim line. I could feel the tension in him–the same unease I’d caught since that night Silas had taken my hand, linking his pinky with mine in a promise too intimate for what it should have been. Kade had seen it. He hadn’t forgotten.
“Do you… like him?” The words spilled from Kade, raw and unrestrained.
I choked on my own breath, coughing, “What nonsense are you talking about?”
“In The Capital, half the unmated she–wolves whisper Silas’s name,” Kade pressed. “That face, that power- it draws them in. And I worry you’ll be drawn in too. But Silas is not someone you can give your heart to. The Whitmors… their blood carries a kind of madness. They’re never truly whole.”
His words echoed in me as images rose unbidden: Silas’s back, scored with chaotic scars, the muffled growls that tore from his throat in the grip of nightmares.
My heart clenched strangely.
“Every wolf bears scars from the life they’ve lived,” I said at last. My voice was steady, though my chest felt anything but. “I don’t believe Silas is broken. Just… different.”
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Kade’s voice cut the air like a claw.
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“Freya, that’s because you haven’t heard the stories about him. If I told you what Silas Whitmor has done-”
I didn’t let him finish. “Stories aren’t truth. Rumors carry no scent. I trust what I see with my own eyes.”
Kade’s jaw tightened, but before he could argue again, his gaze shifted past me, over my shoulder. My wolf stirred, hackles rising. I turned, wary, and found Silas standing not far away, shadows clinging to him like they belonged there. I had no idea how long he’d been there–or how much he’d heard.
At that moment, the registrar’s system called my number. Saved by a machine. I rose, striding toward the counter, leaving both men behind to circle each other like wolves about to bare teeth.
By the time I finished the property transfer, their tension thickened the air.
“What a coincidence,” Kade said, voice clipped, when I returned. “You here on business too, Whitmor?”
Silas’s mouth curved, but his eyes stayed flat. “Not a coincidence. I came to find Freya.”
The way he said my name–low, certain made Kade bristle instantly.
“Freya?” Kade’s brows snapped together. “Who gave you the right to call her that?”
“She did.” Silas’s tone was ice. “And it seems the young heir of the Blackridges has a habit of whispering behind backs. You seem well–versed in my so–called ‘stories,‘ Kade. Do you take pride in gossip?”
“If warning Freya about you makes me a villain, then I’ll wear the role gladly,” Kade snapped. His wolf surged through his voice, sharp with possessiveness. “I’d rather she hate me than see her fall for someone like you.”
Silas’s lips curved in something close to mockery. “So that’s it–you’re afraid she might want me.”
Kade’s nostrils flared. Anger rolled off him, sharp and bitter. Then, strangely, he laughed–a harsh sound. “Freya is sunlight. Clear skies. She would never choose a man who lives in shadow. Don’t forget, Silas–I was raised among lawyers. My mother’s kin. The Blackridge family knows every hidden truth in The Capital’s highborn circles. Every dirty secret. Including your Whitmore clan.”
At that, Silas’s expression darkened, his eyes gleaming like an Alpha about to strike. He lifted a hand, his wolf pressing outward like a storm front, and for a heartbeat I thought he might wrap his fingers around Kade’s throat and end it right there.
But then–he stilled. A dangerous pause. If he touched Kade here, in public, with me watching… he would lose me. Silas knew it. His wolf seethed, but his hand fell back to his side.
His voice was low when he finally spoke. “She’s not a woman who takes stock in rumors. She’d never believe your whispers. All you’ll earn is her mistrust–for yourself.”
The two men stood there, eye to eye, Alpha against Alpha–in–the–making, neither willing to bow.
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I slipped between them, the air heavy with tension. “What’s going on here?”
“Nothing.” Silas answered smoothly. “Just a little… conversation. You’re finished here?”
“Yes.” I nodded.
“Good. I need you to come with me.” His voice left no room for refusal.
“Alright,” I agreed. After all, for now, he was my assignment–my responsibility.
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He gave me a nod toward the exit. I turned to Kade. “I’m sorry–I’d planned to buy you dinner after this.”
“No matter,” Kade said, his smile tight but his eyes burning. “I can share a meal with you any time.”
Before I could react, he stepped forward, wrapping me in a strong, familiar embrace. The kind soldiers each other on the battlefield, a bond of comrades–in–arms. I returned it naturally, muscle memory from years in the Iron Fang Recon Unit,
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But even in that brief contact, I felt the shift–Kade’s wolf glaring over my shoulder, challenging Silas with every beat of his heart..
When I pulled away, Silas’s jaw was locked tight, his lips drawn in a line so thin it could cut.
We left together, sliding into his car.
I buckled in, glancing sideways at him. “So. What exactly do you need me to do?”
“Tomorrow night,” he said without preamble, “there’s a banquet. You’ll come with me.”
I exhaled slowly. “Fine. And now?”
His eyes flicked to me, dark as storm clouds. “Now we find you something to wear.”
“A dress? Silas, dresses aren’t made for combat.”
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“Then we’ll find one you can fight in.” His words were final, his tone brooking no argument.
I almost laughed. A dress fit for blood and battle? Somehow, I suspected Silas Whitmor had just the kind of taste to find one.