Chapter 4: The Outrage

The protest that tore from Landon’s throat was more animal than human.

“No!”

His voice shook the crystal chandeliers above the ballroom. He attempted to rise, but Axel’s dominant aura pressed against him like an invisible mountain, forcing one knee back onto the polished floor.

“Uncle, you cannot do this!” Landon shouted. His face had lost all color, and his wolf clawed frantically beneath his skin. “Harper is my fated mate. The Moon Goddess chose her for me. You cannot simply take what belongs to me!”

The gathered wolves recoiled at his words.

Axel stood at the center of the grand ballroom with one arm wrapped securely around Harper’s waist. He did not need to raise his voice or bare his fangs. His presence alone silenced hundreds of pack members.

His silver eyes settled on Landon.

“She belonged to herself before she ever belonged to you.”

The statement struck the room harder than a roar.

Landon stared at him.

Axel continued, his voice calm and merciless.

“She was your fated mate until you betrayed the bond. You defiled it with another woman inside your father’s study, humiliated Harper before both your families, and expected the Moon Goddess’s gift to remain waiting after you threw it into the dirt.”

His aura intensified.

Several wolves lowered their heads. Others struggled to breathe.

“You felt the bond break when she rejected you,” Axel said. “Do not insult every wolf in this room by pretending otherwise.”

Landon’s hand moved toward his chest, where the severed bond still burned like an open wound.

“She was angry,” he insisted. “She did not understand what she was doing.”

Harper finally looked at him.

For years, Landon’s approval had controlled her happiness. A smile from him could carry her through a week of insults. A careless touch had been enough to convince her that one day he would defend her.

Now she saw him clearly.

He was not grieving the pain he had caused her.

He was grieving the loss of something he believed he owned.

“I understood perfectly,” Harper said.

Her voice was quiet, but the silence in the ballroom carried it to every corner.

Landon’s eyes fixed on her.

“Harper, you were upset. Chloe manipulated the situation. We can repair the bond.”

Chloe flinched at the accusation but remained close to Evelyn.

“There is nothing to repair,” Harper replied. “You did not make one mistake. You made a choice every time you watched them treat me like a servant. You made another when you brought Chloe into your study. And you made your final choice when you expected me to accept the humiliation because I was only an Omega.”

Landon’s expression twisted.

“You are an Omega.”

A low growl rolled through Axel’s chest.

The floor beneath Landon’s knee cracked.

Thomas Ashford stepped forward before his son could provoke Axel further.

“Alpha Supreme, with all respect, this announcement cannot be valid.”

Greed overcame the terror in his face as he straightened his shoulders.

“Harper remains a daughter of the Silverbrook Pack. As her pack father and legal guardian, I have authority over any political marriage involving her.”

Harper’s body went rigid.

Axel felt the reaction and tightened his arm around her—not to restrain her, but to remind her that she no longer stood alone.

“Your authority?” Axel asked.

Thomas swallowed.

Axel took one deliberate step toward him.

“You allowed your daughter to sleep in servant quarters while Chloe occupied rooms purchased with Harper’s inheritance.”

Thomas’s eyes widened.

Evelyn’s fingers tightened around her wineglass.

“You denied her education,” Axel continued. “You permitted the pack physicians to label her defective without requesting an independent examination. You watched your future Alpha betray her and planned to trade her to an aging pack lord as a secondary mate.”

Murmurs erupted among the guests.

Thomas looked around wildly.

“That is a lie.”

“Is it?”

Axel’s gaze shifted toward one of the council elders.

The older wolf lowered his head, refusing to meet Thomas’s eyes.

Axel already possessed evidence.

The realization spread through the ballroom.

Thomas dropped to his knees as the pressure of Axel’s power doubled.

“From this moment forward,” Axel declared, “Thomas Ashford holds no personal, legal, or pack authority over Harper. She stands under the protection of the Supreme Throne until she chooses her own position.”

Harper turned toward him.

Until she chooses.

Axel had not called her property. He had not announced that authority had merely transferred from Thomas to himself.

He had placed the decision in her hands.

“If Thomas Ashford attempts to confine, threaten, bargain with, or speak on behalf of Harper again,” Axel continued, “I will consider it treason against the Supreme Throne.”

Thomas bowed until his forehead touched the floor.

“I understand.”

Chloe could endure no more.

“This is insane!”

She tore away from Evelyn’s grip.

“She is nothing! Harper cannot even shift properly. She spent her life washing our clothes and cleaning the stables. I am the Beta daughter. I am stronger, more educated, and more suitable to stand beside an Alpha Supreme.”

Evelyn seized Chloe’s arm.

“Be silent.”

Chloe shook her off.

“Why should I be silent? Everyone here knows I am better than her.”

Axel looked at Chloe.

The temperature in the ballroom seemed to drop.

For one terrible second, Harper thought he might kill her where she stood.

Instead, Axel spoke with devastating indifference.

“A wolf who must announce her superiority has already admitted she possesses none.”

Several guests lowered their faces to conceal their reactions.

Chloe’s cheeks burned.

“You do not know her,” Chloe said. “Harper is weak.”

Axel’s eyes flickered toward Harper.

“I know she found the courage to reject a future Alpha before the entire territory.”

His attention returned to Chloe.

“You betrayed your sister for a man incapable of loyalty. That is not strength. It is poor judgment.”

Chloe fell silent.

Evelyn dragged her backward before she could answer.

Landon remained on the floor, staring at Harper with desperate anger.

“My uncle is a monster,” he said. “You have heard the stories. He destroyed three rebelling packs. He executed his own advisers. He cannot form a normal bond.”

Axel’s expression did not change.

Landon continued, sensing that fear might succeed where possession had failed.

“He does not love anyone. He will use your rejection to humiliate me, and when you no longer serve a purpose, he will discard you.”

Harper looked at Axel.

He did not deny being dangerous.

He did not offer false promises of tenderness or eternal love.

He simply waited for her decision.

That, more than any speech, gave her the strength to answer.

“He may be a monster,” Harper said, returning her gaze to Landon. “But at least he does not pretend to be a good man while betraying the person the Moon Goddess entrusted to him.”

Landon flinched.

“And if I must choose between a king who reveals his claws and a boy who hides his cowardice behind destiny,” she continued, “I will choose the king.”

Axel’s hand tightened slightly against her waist.

Onyx rumbled inside him with unmistakable approval.

“We are leaving,” Axel said.

Harper looked around the ballroom one final time.

She saw Thomas trembling on his knees, Evelyn calculating behind a mask of concern, Chloe shaking with envy, and Landon staring at her as if he had only now realized she possessed the ability to walk away.

These people had defined her entire life.

Within minutes, they had become her past.

Axel turned toward the doors.

Harper’s knees weakened as the pain of the severed bond suddenly surged through her chest. She inhaled sharply.

Axel noticed before anyone else.

He swept her into his arms.

Harper instinctively caught his shoulder.

“I can walk.”

“I know.”

“Then put me down.”

“No.”

His tone allowed no argument, but his hold was careful. One arm supported her back while the other rested beneath her knees, keeping the torn fabric of her gown from exposing her.

The gathered wolves bowed as Axel carried her through the ballroom.

No one attempted to stop them.

When they passed Landon, his wolf released a broken whine.

Harper did not look down.

The castle doors opened, revealing the black night beyond. Cold air touched her skin, clearing the suffocating scent of fear and jealousy from her lungs.

As the doors closed behind them, Harper studied Axel’s sharp profile.

His jaw was tense. His eyes remained silver, and power still rolled from him in controlled waves.

She had escaped the trap of her fated mate.

Now she was being carried toward the private estate of the most feared wolf alive.

Axel looked down at her.

“You regret your choice?”

“No.”

“Then why is your heart racing?”

Harper forced herself not to look away.

“Because everyone says you are dangerous.”

A faint, humorless smile touched his mouth.

“They are correct.”

Harper’s pulse quickened.

Axel carried her toward the waiting vehicle.

“But danger is not the same as cruelty,” he said. “You will learn the difference tonight.”

Harper wanted to believe him.

Yet as the black gates opened and the convoy disappeared into the forest, she understood that her old life was truly over.

Whatever waited at Blackwood Manor would not be gentle.

But for the first time, the risk belonged to a future she had chosen herself.

Chapter 5: The First Mark

The journey to Blackwood Manor passed in tense silence.

Harper sat in the passenger seat of Axel’s black armored vehicle, wrapped inside the heavy cashmere coat he had placed around her shoulders. The coat smelled of cedarwood, cold rain, and the strange electric scent of a storm approaching through a forest.

Axel drove without guards inside the vehicle.

Two additional cars followed at a respectful distance, their headlights appearing and disappearing as the road twisted between ancient pine trees.

Harper watched the darkness beyond the window.

Every mile carried her farther from Silverbrook.

She had imagined leaving the pack many times. In those fantasies, she fled with nothing but a small bag and her mother’s silver hairpiece. She never imagined being escorted away by the Alpha Supreme after publicly rejecting Landon.

She certainly never imagined wearing Axel’s coat while the mark left by the severed bond burned beneath her ribs.

A fresh wave of pain moved through her.

Harper pressed one hand against her chest.

Axel noticed.

“How severe?”

“I can manage it.”

“That was not my question.”

She glanced at him.

His attention remained on the road, but the tension in his shoulders had increased.

“Seven,” she admitted.

“Out of ten?”

“Yes.”

“It will worsen as midnight approaches.”

Harper knew enough about wolf bonds to understand the danger. Rejecting a fated mate did not usually kill either wolf, but the first night could be brutal. Their bodies had spent years preparing to unite. Severing the connection during a full moon left the rejected energy with nowhere to go.

Her weakened wolf made the situation more dangerous.

“Are you afraid of me?” Axel asked.

The question came so suddenly that Harper turned toward him.

“Should I be?”

“Most wolves are.”

“You encourage it.”

“I find fear more honest than false loyalty.”

Axel guided the vehicle around a steep curve.

“The wolves in that ballroom believe I claimed you to humiliate Landon.”

“Did you?”

Axel looked at her briefly.

“If humiliating Landon were my goal, I would have taken his title and forced him to watch Chloe choose another wolf before the assembly.”

Harper could not tell whether he was joking.

Probably not.

“Then why did you make the announcement?”

“Because Landon, Thomas, and half the council were preparing to decide your future while you stood bleeding in front of them.”

His voice remained cold, but something fierce moved beneath it.

“You had just broken a fated bond. They should have called a healer. Instead, Thomas began calculating what alliance he could purchase with you.”

Harper looked down at the coat around her.

“And you offered marriage.”

“I offered protection under a position they could not challenge.”

“That sounds strategic.”

“It was.”

The honesty was almost reassuring.

“Was that the only reason?”

“No.”

The road opened before them.

Blackwood Manor appeared beyond iron gates set between two stone towers. The mansion rose from the forest like a structure carved out of night—Gothic arches, dark stone, narrow windows, and steep roofs silvered by moonlight.

Axel stopped the vehicle near the front steps but did not immediately get out.

He turned toward Harper.

“Onyx has been silent for ten years.”

Harper waited.

“He has rejected every potential bond placed before us. Alpha daughters, Beta heirs, wolves selected by councils and bloodline scholars. He tolerated none of them.”

“Why?”

“I stopped asking.”

Axel’s gaze dropped briefly to the torn edge of her ivory gown.

“Tonight, when you stood before Landon and claimed your own future, Onyx woke.”

Harper’s breath caught.

“Your wolf reacted to me?”

“He attempted to break through my control.”

A faint growl vibrated beneath Axel’s voice as if Onyx objected to the description.

Axel’s mouth tightened.

“He is doing so again.”

Harper’s pain pulsed, but another sensation moved beneath it—a dark, magnetic awareness that did not resemble her former bond with Landon.

The fated connection had felt like a thread tied around her heart.

This felt like standing near a sleeping volcano.

“I felt something when you touched me,” she admitted.

Axel reached across the space between them.

He did not take her hand immediately.

“May I?”

The request surprised her.

Harper nodded.

His fingers closed around hers.

Energy surged through her arm.

Harper gasped.

For a heartbeat, her vision filled with a black wolf standing beneath a silver moon. The creature was enormous, scarred, and crowned by shadows. Its eyes blazed with the same silver light as Axel’s.

Behind Harper’s own consciousness, Cora stirred.

Not the frightened movement of the small gray wolf Harper had known.

Something older opened one emerald eye.

Harper pulled in a sharp breath.

Axel released her at once.

“What did you see?”

“Onyx.”

Axel’s expression sharpened.

“And Cora woke.”

A silence stretched between them.

Axel left the vehicle and walked around to open her door. He offered his hand again, but this time Harper knew what accepting it might awaken.

She took it anyway.

The interior of Blackwood Manor was warmer than its exterior suggested. Fires burned in deep stone hearths, and golden lamps softened the dark wood lining the halls. The estate was quiet, though Harper sensed guards stationed beyond visible doors and along the upper corridors.

Axel led her upstairs.

The master suite occupied an entire wing. It contained a large bed draped in dark fabric, a sitting area, a private library, and tall windows overlooking the forest.

Harper stopped near the fireplace.

“This is your room.”

“Yes.”

“Where am I sleeping?”

“That depends on what you choose.”

Axel removed his jacket and placed it across a chair. Beneath it, his white shirt was stained with a thin line of blood near the shoulder—perhaps from restraining his wolf in the ballroom.

He did not begin undressing further.

Instead, he opened a cabinet and removed a small wooden case.

Inside were several glass vials, herbs, and sealed medical tools.

“There are three ways to stabilize a severed bond,” he said. “The first is sedation until the moon passes. It may work, but your wolf is already unusually weak, and the medicine could force her into a deeper sleep.”

Harper’s fingers curled.

“The second?”

“A temporary energy seal placed by a healer. It is safer, but the nearest healer capable of performing it is several hours away.”

“And the third is your mark.”

“Yes.”

Harper looked toward the bed.

Axel followed her gaze.

“A mark does not require us to complete a physical mating tonight.”

Heat rose into her face.

“I did not ask.”

“You were thinking it.”

Cora made an amused sound inside her mind.

Harper glared inwardly at her wolf.

Axel continued, “The mark would establish an energy pathway between our wolves. It may stabilize the bond damage before sunrise.”

“May?”

“There are no guarantees. Onyx has never marked anyone.”

“What would it mean?”

“To the territories, it would declare you my chosen mate and Luna Supreme.”

“And privately?”

Axel’s expression became more serious.

“You would feel my location, emotions, and physical condition. I would feel yours. The bond could be dissolved, but not without pain and a formal ritual.”

Harper thought of Landon.

She had spent years believing fate guaranteed safety. Tonight proved that no bond could create loyalty inside someone who lacked it.

“If I refuse?”

“I will call the healer and keep you alive until she arrives.”

“You will not return me to Silverbrook?”

“No.”

“You will not withdraw your protection?”

“No.”

“Even after what you announced?”

Axel stepped closer.

“I will endure the humiliation.”

Harper almost smiled.

“I am certain it would devastate you.”

“Completely.”

The pain struck again.

Her knees nearly buckled.

Axel caught her arms but did not pull her against him until she leaned forward by choice.

Harper pressed her forehead to his chest.

His heartbeat remained slow and powerful.

“Cora,” she whispered inwardly. “What do you want?”

For years, Cora had answered every question with fear or silence.

Now her voice came from somewhere deep beneath the seal.

“He sees us.”

Harper closed her eyes.

“Does that mean we can trust him?”

“No.”

The answer was unexpectedly wise.

“But we may choose him.”

Harper lifted her head.

“Mark me.”

Axel did not move.

“Say it because you choose the bond, not because the pain frightens you.”

“I am frightened.”

“Then wait.”

“I am also choosing.”

His silver eyes searched hers.

Harper held his gaze.

“I choose the mark. I choose protection under your name, and I choose the chance to understand why our wolves reacted. I am not promising obedience, love, or surrender.”

Onyx rumbled.

Axel’s mouth curved faintly.

“I would be disappointed if you did.”

He guided her toward the fireplace and moved the torn fabric away from her shoulder.

“Tell me to stop, and I stop.”

Harper nodded.

Axel lowered his head.

His lips brushed the skin above her pulse, sending a tremor down her spine.

“This will hurt,” he murmured.

“I have survived worse.”

His canines lengthened.

“And afterward,” he said, “nothing in your life will remain ordinary.”

Harper looked into the flames.

“Nothing in my life has ever been ordinary. People merely convinced me it was small.”

Axel’s arm wrapped around her waist.

Then his fangs pierced her shoulder.

Pain exploded through Harper.

She cried out, gripping his shirt as fire entered her blood. The energy was nothing like Landon’s gentle fated thread. Axel’s mark carried thunder, darkness, and ancient power. It rushed through every blocked channel in her body, burning through years of exhaustion.

Cora screamed.

The sound transformed into a roar.

Light shattered inside Harper’s mind.

The windows of Blackwood Manor shook.

Guards throughout the estate dropped to one knee as an unknown dominance swept through the halls.

Axel pulled back, shock flashing across his face.

The mark on Harper’s shoulder did not resemble an ordinary crescent bite. Silver lines spread from the wound, forming the image of a wolf encircling a dark moon.

Harper’s eyes opened.

Emerald light blazed within them.

Deep inside her soul, something ancient broke free.

Cora rose from the darkness.

And the entire forest howled in answer.

Chapter 6: The Awakening of the Silver Wolf

Axel’s mark burned like a living flame.

Harper remained conscious of the room—the fire, Axel’s arm around her, the cold air entering through vibrating windows—but another world opened inside her mind.

She stood barefoot in an endless white forest.

Snow covered the ground, yet she felt no cold. Moonlight poured between silver-barked trees, illuminating a path that had not existed before the mark.

At its end stood a wolf.

Harper stopped breathing.

Cora had always appeared small and gray, her ribs visible beneath dull fur. Pack physicians described her as underdeveloped. Thomas called her defective. Landon’s wolf had barely acknowledged her after their bond awakened.

The creature before Harper was nothing like that memory.

Cora towered above her.

Her fur was brilliant silver, each strand reflecting stars that did not belong to the sky above them. Ancient symbols glowed along her legs and spine. Her eyes burned emerald green, fierce enough to illuminate the forest.

When she moved, the trees bent.

“We are awake,” Cora said.

Her voice did not enter Harper’s ears. It moved through the earth beneath her feet.

Harper stared.

“You were never weak.”

“No.”

“Why did you hide from me?”

Cora lowered her massive head.

“I did not hide by choice.”

A silver chain appeared around her throat. Runes carved into the links matched symbols Harper had seen on medicine bottles in the Ashford estate.

“The tonics,” Harper whispered.

“Poison disguised as medicine. A seal renewed every moon.”

Memories returned with sudden clarity.

Evelyn standing beside her bed with a bitter drink.

Thomas ordering servants to ensure Harper finished every drop.

Pack physicians increasing the dose whenever Harper displayed unusual strength.

Her mother warning her never to reveal what she heard in the forest.

“They knew,” Harper said.

“They knew a fragment.”

Cora turned toward a frozen lake.

Beneath its surface lay images of wolves with shining silver coats. Some summoned storms. Others pressed their paws to dying land and caused forests to grow. At the center stood a woman wearing a crown shaped like the moon.

“The Silver Lineage,” Cora said. “Our mother carried its final living branch.”

Harper approached the lake.

“Why did she seal us?”

“To hide us from those who would turn our blood into a weapon.”

The vision changed.

Thomas stood beside Evelyn and a group of robed elders. Between them rested a black stone vessel covered in ancient carvings. Silver light struggled inside it.

“They wanted power,” Cora said. “Our mother refused.”

Harper’s chest tightened.

“Did they kill her?”

“The memory is blocked.”

“By whom?”

Cora looked toward the moon.

“By her.”

Before Harper could ask more, the white forest began to collapse. Snow lifted into the air. Trees dissolved into streams of silver light.

Cora pressed her forehead against Harper’s.

“Return. Our chosen mate is afraid.”

Axel afraid?

The thought seemed impossible.

Harper opened her eyes.

She was sitting on the edge of the bed with Axel kneeling before her. One hand supported the back of her neck, while the other hovered near the glowing mark without touching it.

His expression was controlled, but his wolf’s panic moved through their new bond.

Harper felt it.

Not as words.

As a violent need to protect her, held back only by Axel’s refusal to overwhelm her.

“I’m here,” she said.

The pressure in the room eased.

Axel released a breath.

“Your heart stopped.”

Harper stared at him.

“For how long?”

“Three seconds.”

“That seems brief.”

“It was not.”

Onyx growled through the bond.

Axel’s silver eyes narrowed, perhaps responding to something his wolf said.

Harper touched the mark.

Warmth traveled beneath her fingers.

“It does not hurt.”

“The wound has already healed.”

Axel stood and gave her enough space to breathe.

Harper looked around.

A mirror above the fireplace had cracked from one corner to the other. Several objects had fallen from a nearby shelf. Outside, wolves continued howling in the forest.

“What happened?”

“Your wolf released a dominance wave.”

“Cora?”

“Yes.”

“How powerful?”

Axel’s silence answered.

Harper rose slowly.

Her body felt different. She could hear guards gathering on the floor below. She could smell rain several miles away and identify the smoke from each fireplace inside the manor.

More unsettlingly, she could sense Axel.

His presence existed like a second pulse near her own.

Dark power.

Controlled violence.

A protective fury that had not faded.

Harper met his gaze.

“You know what she is.”

“I know what she may be.”

“The Silver Lineage.”

Axel became very still.

“Cora told you?”

“She showed me.”

Harper crossed toward the window.

The glass reflected her face, but her eyes were no longer entirely familiar. A thin silver ring surrounded the emerald green of her irises.

“The pack doctors said my wolf was defective.”

“They lied.”

“They poisoned me.”

Axel’s aura darkened.

Frost began forming along the lower edge of the window.

Harper turned.

“Did you do that?”

He looked toward the glass.

“Yes.”

“You command ice?”

“Storm and shadow. Onyx’s bloodline descends from the Black Moon wolves.”

Harper remembered the black wolf beneath the silver moon.

“And the Silver Lineage?”

Axel approached the fireplace.

“A thousand years ago, before the five territories existed, silver wolves ruled the central continent. Their bloodline was said to carry the Moon Goddess’s first blessing.”

He glanced toward Harper.

“Some could communicate across great distances. Others could influence natural elements. The strongest were believed capable of strengthening or destroying another wolf’s gift.”

Harper thought of the vessel beneath the frozen lake.

“Why were they destroyed?”

“Fear.”

Axel’s answer came without hesitation.

“The ruling Alphas feared a bloodline that could command them. Histories claim the Silver rulers became tyrants, but histories are usually written by the wolves who survive.”

“The Great Cleansing.”

“Yes.”

“Did your family participate?”

A shadow crossed his face.

“The Blackwood line led one of the armies.”

Harper went still.

Axel did not attempt to soften the truth.

“My ancestor claimed the Silver Queen planned to enslave the territories,” he continued. “Records from the period are incomplete and contradictory.”

“And now a descendant of that army has marked me.”

“Yes.”

Harper searched the bond.

She expected to sense deception. Instead, she felt Axel’s caution and an old burden he had never chosen but still carried.

“Do you regret it?”

“No.”

The answer came instantly.

“Even knowing what I may become?”

“Especially then.”

Harper folded her arms.

“That sounds dangerously close to wanting my power.”

Onyx rumbled with approval at her suspicion.

Axel’s eyes briefly flashed black around the silver.

“If I wanted only power, I would have ordered you restrained the moment the manor shook.”

“You might still.”

“Try to leave.”

Harper frowned.

“What?”

“The door is behind you. No guard will stop you.”

She looked toward it.

“You marked me.”

“With permission.”

“You declared me your Luna Supreme.”

“To prevent your family from claiming you.”

“And if I walk out?”

“I will follow at a distance until I am satisfied you are safe.”

Harper almost laughed.

“That is still controlling.”

“It is the best compromise available while my wolf is demanding that I lock every gate.”

For the first time, she sensed Onyx clearly.

The black wolf paced behind Axel’s restraint, furious at the idea of Harper leaving while newly awakened and vulnerable.

Cora responded with a pleased growl.

“Your wolves are encouraging each other’s worst instincts,” Harper said.

Axel’s mouth curved.

“Probably.”

Harper returned to the bed and picked up her mother’s silver hairpiece from the nightstand. The metal had begun glowing faintly.

“My mother told me to remain weak.”

“She told you to survive.”

“She died before she could explain.”

Axel moved beside her.

“We will investigate.”

“My family will hide everything.”

“Then we will remove their ability to hide it.”

Harper looked at him.

“Is that how you solve every problem?”

“No. Some problems require armies.”

Despite herself, she smiled.

Axel’s expression softened almost imperceptibly.

“Cora called me your chosen mate,” he said.

Harper’s smile disappeared.

“You heard her?”

“Through Onyx.”

The bond between them pulsed.

Harper looked down at the glowing mark.

“This does not mean I trust you.”

“I know.”

“It does not mean I love you.”

“I did not ask.”

“It does not mean you can make decisions for me.”

“That condition may require negotiation.”

She glared.

Axel lifted one hand.

“I will attempt restraint.”

“Attempt harder.”

A knock sounded from the door.

A guard spoke from the corridor.

“Alpha Supreme, the household wolves are assembled. They felt the awakening.”

Axel looked toward Harper.

“What do you want them told?”

The question mattered.

He could have announced her identity and claimed political control of her bloodline. Instead, he gave her the choice.

Harper considered the danger.

“My lineage remains secret.”

Axel nodded.

“They will be told the mark caused an unusual energy reaction.”

“And the guards who saw my eyes?”

“Bound by Supreme oath.”

Harper touched Cora’s presence inside her.

For the first time, the wolf did not feel like a frightened companion.

She felt like a crown waiting to be claimed.

Axel opened the door, then paused.

“One more thing.”

“What?”

“When we return to Silverbrook, Thomas and Evelyn will answer for the poison.”

Harper’s eyes flashed emerald.

“Not yet.”

Axel raised an eyebrow.

“I want to know what they were trying to create.”

Onyx’s satisfaction moved through the bond.

Axel looked almost proud.

“They believed they suppressed an Omega,” he said. “Instead, they taught a queen patience.”

Harper placed the silver hairpiece back on the table.

“Then let us see whether they survive what I learned.”