Ivy Gray entered the royal arena beneath a thousand watching wolves believing she still had one safe choice left. That illusion ended when the Luna crown rejected every noble candidate and flew into her supposedly powerless hands. Every face in the room turned toward her, waiting for tears, surrender, or an apology. She gave them none. She had spent too many years surviving other people's decisions to let this night become another quiet defeat.
The doors locked before she could leave. Commander Lucan Frost stepped from the shadows with the calm of a man accustomed to being obeyed. He knew her name, the secret route she had taken, and the promise she had made to herself that morning. He offered protection, but the price was proximity: she would stay beside him until they discovered who had arranged the trap.
“You expect me to trust you?” she asked.
“No,” he said. “I expect you to notice that I am the only person here who has not lied to you yet.”
A noise above them cut the argument short. Someone had entered the sealed upper floor. Commander Lucan Frost pulled Ivy Gray behind him just as glass shattered across the staircase. Beneath the fallen frame lay a document carrying her signature—dated three years before she had ever seen it.
On the final page, a handwritten note revealed the first piece of the truth: Ivy's Omega scent is a spell hiding the strongest royal bloodline in a century. Before she could read the remaining lines, the lights went out and a familiar voice whispered her name from the darkness.