Chapter 5
The Silvercrest Pack territory sprawls before me, a stark contrast to the familiar forests of Shadowpine. Sullivan's hand rests lightly on the small of my back as we approach the imposing stone gates of his pack house. Two weeks have passed since our collision in the hotel lobby—two weeks of safety, of being valued in ways Christian never managed in eight years.
Sullivan's private study is nothing like Christian's sterile office. Warm mahogany shelves line the walls, filled with books and artifacts that speak of a wolf who appreciates beauty and history. But it's what rests on his desk that makes my breath catch.
'Design Trends of the Northeastern Territories, 2023,' I read aloud, picking up the magazine with trembling fingers. My own face stares back at me from the cover, the feature article detailing my renovation of the Shadowpine common areas. 'You kept this?'
Sullivan moves behind me, his presence warm and solid. 'This was the first time I saw your work. Three years ago.' His voice is low, almost reverent. 'I knew immediately who you were to me. But you were bound to another Alpha.'
He gestures to a small wooden box on a lower shelf. Inside, I find more magazines, photographs from pack gatherings where I presented designs, even a ribbon that still carries the faintest trace of my scent. 'I've been collecting pieces of you for three years,' he admits, his golden eyes never leaving mine. 'Waiting. Watching. Hating every second.'
My wolf, who has been so quiet for so long, suddenly pushes forward with a surge of emotion. Her fur, once dull from years of being suppressed, now gleams with renewed vitality. 'Why didn't you say anything?'
'A Lycan King doesn't interfere with another Alpha's chosen mate,' Sullivan explains, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from my face. 'Not even for his true mate. The law is sacred. But the waiting...' His jaw clenches. 'It was the longest three years of my life.'
The reverence in his touch is something I've never experienced. Christian looked at me with obligation, with practical assessment. Sullivan looks at me like I'm precious. Like I'm worth waiting for.
* * *
Back at Shadowpine, the pack house is falling apart. Victoria Hayes, Christian's mother and current Luna, watches with growing concern as Faye tears through the spaces I designed with such care. 'This color is all wrong,' Faye declares, pointing to the carefully selected sage green wall I chose for the meditation room. 'It needs to be pink. Bright pink.'
The pack servants exchange glances, their respect for the Luna position warring with their common sense. 'But Luna,' one begins hesitantly, 'the sage promotes calm and healing for the pack members who use this space...'
'Did I ask for your opinion?' Faye snaps, her fragile act vanishing the moment she has power. 'Christian promised me changes. I want pink walls, new furniture, everything redone. And I want it done yesterday.'
Christian enters, his face haggard with stress. 'Faye, the elders are complaining about the mess in the common areas. The pack supply lists need organizing for winter, and you promised to handle the—'
'Oh, stop being so dramatic,' Faye interrupts, examining her manicure. 'Those things can wait. Besides, this moonstone necklace is giving me a rash.' She touches the blue stone at her throat, the one that should have been mine. 'It's so uncomfortable. Can't you find me something better?'
Christian's shoulders slump further. The pack house is in disarray, the pack members whispering in corners about the 'fake Luna' who takes and gives nothing back. The contrast between what should have been and what is becomes more apparent with each passing day.
* * *
The regional supply market buzzes with activity, wolves from various packs gathering to trade and restock before winter. Sullivan's hand is warm in mine as we browse through fabric samples for the Silvercrest renovations. I've never felt so... seen. So valued for my ideas, my talent, my presence.
'Hazel?'
The voice freezes me mid-sentence. I turn to find Christian standing ten feet away, Faye clinging to his arm like a particularly demanding child. His eyes widen as he takes in Sullivan beside me, his possessive grip on my hand, the way I'm standing tall and confident in a way I never could at Shadowpine.
'What are you doing here?' Christian demands, his voice rising. 'You abandoned your responsibilities to the pack!'
Sullivan's aura flares protectively, but I step forward. 'I rejected the bond, Christian. I have no responsibilities to Shadowpine anymore.'
Faye's eyes narrow with calculation. She sees the threat I pose—the strong, confident woman who's emerged from the ashes of Christian's betrayal. With a practiced stumble, she throws herself backward into a display of pottery, sending vases crashing to the ground.
'She attacked me!' Faye screams, pointing at me. 'Her wolf—I felt it! She tried to hurt me!'
Christian's face contorts with rage. He steps toward me, his Alpha aura flaring. 'Submit, Hazel!' he roars, using the command that once brought me to my knees.
But something has changed. The command washes over me like water off stone, completely ineffective. I just stare at him, unflinching.
Sullivan moves with predatory grace, stepping between us. His aura, ancient and powerful, crushes Christian's like it's nothing. 'Speak to my future Queen that way again,' he growls, his voice deadly quiet, 'and you will be tongueless.'
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