I’m also the Shadow Wolf Shifter Queen.
I have my own scheme to take back Fang Kingdom, free the Omegas who are being oppressed like I was and take revenge on King Ulf who had my parents and the Orm Court massacred.
And Prince Bard, my fated wolf mate who rejected me…?
I touch the golden scale bracelet that covers my scar, which was caused by Bard rejecting our bond.
Bard was working for Daire, however, risking his life bravely to rebel against both his own violent dad and the dragon overlords.
Bard and the Heathen Wolves turned out to be secret fanatics who worship fae asfeathered gods.
Is that why he rejected the bond with me? Because of his devotion to his mission?To Daire?
Or did Bard break our bond to protect me because he knew the truth about my identity?
I sigh.
First, I need to make sure that my three fated mates survive this week without killing each other, before I decide whether my ex-mate should be forgiven or executed.
Either Aurelius or Lanlin will likely present Bard’s severed head to me as a courting gift anyway.
Shadow pads closer to the edge of the fig grove. I smile, watching Daire lay his hand on Lanlin’s arm.
And Lanlin doesn’t flinch.
My two mates are standing on the lip of the desert underneath the sharp constellation of stars.
Lanlin looks like a Moon God with his moths circling him. Daire’s ravens should be sleeping but instead, are awake and swooping around him excitedly.
Daire laughs, when one raven swoops low enough to make Lanlin duck. Lanlin flicks his wrist, and Daire is swarmed by the moths.
So, that’s how two deadly assassins flirt.
My roguish fae only raises his arms. “Aye, that’s right; worship your god, little moths.”
Lanlin rolls his eyes, before raising his hand.
His moths rise into the sky again, joining the ravens.
Both spellbinding Alphas stand and watch as white moths and black ravens dance around each other.
It’s beautiful.
They’rebeautiful — my dark, endlessly surprising soulmates. Out here, they are untamed, as close to nature as they both adore to be.
How could anyone want to cage either of them?
My smile fades. My chest is tight.
On the Shadow Gods, how can I keep them both like this always? I refuse to return either of them to the restrictive Shadow Court to be locked up and caged even for a short time.
Haven’t they both been punished enough for their differences? For their free spirits?
After all, I’m a wild wolf too, right?
I can sense how buzzed Daire is to be free of the city walls and outside like this through the bond.
When I raise the snowflake mark to kiss it, Daire throws a wink over his shoulder at me.
