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Seraphina was supposed to be the honored Luna of the Ironwood Pack. Instead, her mate Julian paralyzed her, sealed her in a subterranean grotto during high tide, and went to publicly claim her cousin Isolde. Barely surviving with scarred lungs and a dormant wolf, Seraphina wakes up in the pack asylum, framed as a jealous, suicidal madwoman. But Julian made two fatal mistakes: he didn't finish the job, and he didn't know the ruthless Lycan High Inquisitor was watching. Armed with stolen access logs, toxicological reports, and a thirst for vengeance, Seraphina is going to let them build their perfect lie—right before she shatters their world.
Chapter 1
The ceremonial chalice slipped from my numb fingers, the heavy silver clattering violently against the ancient stone floor of the Lunar Grotto. A dark, crimson stain of spiced wine pooled into the mortar, looking far too much like blood in the pale moonlight filtering through the glass observation ceiling far above.I tried to take a step forward, but my knees buckled. The world tilted on a sickening axis, and I crashed hard onto the damp limestone. "Julian?" My voice was a slurred, heavy thing, barely recognizable to my own ears. I tried to push myself up, my muscles trembling, but a cold, leaden weight was rapidly spreading from my stomach outward, paralyzing my limbs. "Julian, what... what did you do?"Julian Cross, the Alpha of the Ironwood Pack and my fated mate, stood a few feet away. He didn't rush to help me. He didn't drop to his knees in a panic. Instead, he simply adjusted the cuffs of his immaculate, tailor-made suit, his golden eyes devoid of their usual manufactured warmth. The charming, benevolent leader the pack worshipped was gone. In his place stood the man I was finally seeing clearly for the first time."I did what I had to do, Seraphina," Julian said, his voice smooth, completely entirely unaffected by the sight of me writhing on the floor. "It’s really a shame. You were supposed to be the honored Luna of this pack. But you just couldn't play the part, could you?""The wine," I gasped, my chest tightening as the paralytic seized my diaphragm. I was an elite tracker, trained to identify hundreds of toxins by scent alone, but the heavy spices of the ceremonial vintage had masked it completely. "You poisoned me.""Poison is such an ugly word," Julian chided, walking slowly around me in a deliberate circle. He looked down at me, his lip curling in disgust. "I prefer to think of it as a necessary sedative. A little something to finally quiet that relentless, overbearing presence of yours. Do you have any idea how exhausting it is to be mated to you?"I forced my head up, my neck screaming in protest. "Exhausting? I have protected your borders. I have trained your guards. I built your reputation from the ground up while you cowered behind your desk!""Exactly!" Julian snapped, his composure slipping for a fraction of a second, revealing the cowardly, narcissistic boy beneath the Alpha facade. He crouched down, grabbing my chin roughly and forcing me to look into his eyes. "You built it. You protected them. You, you, you. The pack looks at you and they see a warrior. They look at me and they see *your mate*. I am the Alpha of Ironwood, Seraphina! I require a Luna who knows her place. A Luna who looks up to me, who needs me. Not a defective, battle-scarred tracker who constantly undermines my authority just by breathing.""I never undermined you," I whispered, the numbness now reaching my collarbones. My spirit-wolf, usually a vibrant, thrumming presence in my mind, was whining pitifully, her energy flickering like a dying candle in a storm. "I loved you, Julian. We are fated."Julian laughed, a harsh, grating sound that echoed off the cavern walls. "Fated. The Goddess has a sick sense of humor, binding me to a woman whose wolf is as broken and unyielding as a rusted blade. You think your vulnerability makes you lovable, Seraphina? It just makes you pathetic. You’re a liability to my image."He stood up abruptly and walked toward the heavy iron floodgates at the far end of the cavern. The Lunar Grotto was a subterranean chamber, built directly into the cliffs overlooking the turbulent northern sea. During low tide, it was a sacred place of worship. But during high tide, the massive iron gates were the only thing holding back thousands of gallons of freezing, crushing ocean water."What are you doing?" I choked out, panic finally piercing through the heavy fog of the drug. I tried to drag myself forward with my elbows, my fingernails scraping uselessly against the stone. "Fixing the Goddess's mistake," Julian said lightly. He reached the ancient control panel carved into the rock face. He didn't hesitate. He didn't even look back at me. He punched in his personal Alpha override code. *Clack. Clack. Clack.*
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