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    I couldn’t sleep. Not even once. All I did was stare up at the sketch of her face and pamper her


    into slumber.


    Now, with the morning sun spilling into the bedchamber, I wondered what the day would bring. Iy still with her in my arms, her breath soft against me, when footsteps echoed faintly.


    My brother Hades.


    He hadn’t slept in the chamber my sister had prepared for him. I knew that from the silence in my halls all night. Now, standing in the doorway, he raked his hair with his fingers.


    He smelled like sex, and I didn’t need to guess who had spent the night with him.


    “Little brother, I…” he began, but I silenced him with a look. He raised a brow, but before I could say a word, Zephyrine stirred in my arms, hershes fluttering open.


    My jaw tightened. Rage surged as Hades, realizing what he had interrupted, slipped away without another word. By the time I blinked, he was gone.


    Zephyrine moaned softly, still half asleep, and whispered drowsily,


    “Good morning, Nyroth.”


    Stillness. A pause that split my chest wide open.


    Did she just…


    Her eyes snapped open fully, and she looked straight at my face. Realization struck her, and she bolted upright, pulling away, her breath ragged.


    “Good morning, Lycan.”


    The words cracked the air like a whip.


    I said nothing. Only stared, choking down the storm inside me. Then I tore myself from the bed, pulling on my robe, but her voice stopped me.


    “Lycan”


    I froze. Turned.


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    “I… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to… call you by anyone else’s name.”


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    She was sorry. I saw it in her eyes. But the apology did nothing to cool the wildfire now burning in my chest.


    I nodded once, turned, and walked out of the chamber.


    My feet carried me to the bath hall. Hades was there, just finishing, toweling off after a dip in the pool. He nced up when I entered.


    “I thought I’d wash quickly before you and your woman came to use it,” he said as he finished dressing up, but I ignored him, stripping my shirt away.


    The silence ate at me until rage burst its cage. I grabbed theundry basket, flung it hard, and it crashed against the wall, just as the door opened.


    Zephyrine froze in the entrance.


    Silence. Heavier than stone. She went pale, and I clenched my jaw, turning from her as I continued to undress.


    Hades, sensing what brewed between us, slipped out quickly, leaving only us.


    She stepped toward me, her sigh trembling.


    “Lycan?” Her voice shook. “Lycan, I’d like to go now. I… I have to…‘


    “”


    “To where?” My voice cut her off. I turned fully to face her. “To where, Zephyrine?”


    Something was wrong. I could see it. She didn’t look like herself.


    Her throat worked as she struggled to speak, then whispered, almost broken, <fna51d> N?w ?ovel chapt?rs are published on find·novel</fna51d>


    “I have to go <i>to </i>Hue Pack.”


    Hue.


    I stilled. That pack. I had been there once. My jaw set.


    “Why?”


    No answer. Only her face, paling, twisting with pain.


    My anger gave way to fear. She clutched her chest, breath shuddering. She staggered, then looked up at me, her eyes glowing faintly with an unfamiliar light.


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    “Nyroth and I have something to talk about. I have to go to him.”


    She straightened, turned to leave, but I caught her wrist. This wasn’t anger anymore. It was dread.


    “Zephyrine.” My voice cracked. She turned, chest heaving, eyes wild. She was fighting something I couldn’t see. It broke me. “Zephyrine, what is it? What’s happening to you?”


    “I feel…” She struggled, her voice hoarse. “I feel an excruciating agony. Like the love I give you burns inside me, turns to pain. When I’m near you, when you hold me… it’s unbearable.”


    Her words froze me. No. No, it couldn’t be…


    “Zephyrine…”


    “Yesterday… Nyroth came to Ash Pack,” she whispered, tears spilling down her chest. “He came, and I don’t know what he’s done to me, Lycan, but when I’m with you, I hurt. I have to go to him. I have to know.”


    She pulled from my grip.


    I followed, but she shook her head, sniffed, and gave a low voice.


    “Stay. I’ll be back before afternoon. Don’t worry. Okay?”


    I said nothing. Could say nothing.


    I only stood frozen as she walked away. Away from my halls. Away from me.


    She said she would return by afternoon but every bone in me knew she never would.