Those fuckingwolves.
I felt it the moment the first one entered the castle. Felt the bond snap into place. Felt her omega rise up and betray everything I’d built.
No.
Not betray. She didn’t choose them. Biology chose for her. The mate bond is ancient magic, older than even I am. I couldn’t fight it directly.
So I waited.
I let them think they’d won. Let them think their precious claiming and their pathetic knots could undo decades of my work.
I let them shatter my physical form…the glass was nothing, a convenience, easily replaced.
Because I am not the mirror.
I am the spirit thatinhabitedit.
And I have been with Hilda since the day she married that weak fool of a king. Whispering. Shaping.Feeding.
Did she really think I would let her go so easily?
I watched from the shadows as they claimed her. Watched her fight it, watched her walls crumble. Watched them strip away every defense I’d carefully constructed.
And I waited.
Because I knew.
I knew what was coming.
The heat.
Oh, the beautiful, terrible heat.
I watched as they broke her down…day after day, knot after knot, forcing her to surrender every scrap of control she had left. Forcing her to admit what she needed, what she wanted, who shewas.
By the time it ended, there was nothing left of my queen.
Just a raw, exposed, shattered omega.
Perfect.
She lies there now, tangled between her wolves, sleeping fitfully. They think she’s recovering. They think she just needs rest.
Fools.
They stripped away her armor. They tore down her walls. They left her completely, utterlydefenseless.
And now she’smineagain.
I can feel her even now…that hollow place inside where her certainty used to be. Where the Evil Queen used to reign.
“Who am I?”she keeps asking herself.“Who am I without my walls? Without my control?”
Poor thing.
She doesn’t know.
And into that void, I will pour myself.
