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CHAPTER ONE

Opening Chapter

Zephyrine

Zephyrine

"That's the... bracelet I pleaded with you to get at the Moonlight Trade last week, Nyroth. You're giving it to her?"

When I pushed open the carved ironwood doors of Hue Pack's council chamber without knocking the door, what I found is nothing but my mate slipping a bracelet onto Kaela's wrist.

My sudden appearance brought the room to a halt.

Inside the chamber sat the elders of Hue Pack and two of elders Blackbridge pack. Among them was a female, one I recognized too well.

Kaela！Hailed From Blackbridge Pack.

My Mate's childhood crush. His obsession.

My gaze dropped from Kaela's face to the bracelet in her wrist.

That was my Bracelet, before I lost it.

My mother had gifted it to me a day before they went off to war and never returned.

On the inner band of the bracelet was engraved my name which my mother had lovingly written for me. Zephyr.

But now my mate wanted to give it to his crush?

My heart began to fill with anger, and I stared straight at him.

"Nyroth, I have something must to tell you now."

"If it's about the bracelet, then forget it. Kaela is getting it, Zeph," he snapped, his grey eyes flashing with irritation. Then he shrugged, like he hadn't just chosen her, again.

“Kaela like this bracelet too. It’s the first gift she asked for since her came back from the the Five years serving as envoy. Zeph, she deserves the bracelet, don’t you think so?”

Another chill ran down my spine. I clenched my fists as suppressed thoughts surged through my mind.

Ever since Kaela has returned from her mission as envoy, Nyroth obsession for her had grown and he didn't bother to hide it anymore.

"But I asked for it first, and you promised me, Nyroth," I declared firmly.

To this, Kai, the Beta of Hue Pack and Nyroth's best friend who had stood quietly rolled his eyes.

"We won't be hearing a rogue's nagging now, will we? You heard him. It's just a gift. And it's a stupid bracelet anyway. Why do you care?"

Rogue？

That one word tightened my chest and my wolf stirred within me, but I forced her back. I never told Nyroth that I was from the Ash Pack.

Soldiers from our Ash Pack were called Ashmere, warriors by blood, loyal to death, and respected across the Empire for our unmatched discipline.

When an Ashmere walked onto the battlefield, even king and Alphas held their breath and stood aside.

I am the only daughter of the last Warlord, Vale and War General, Seraphine. Younger sister to the best war strategist, Varyn.

The last battle that sealed the Demon Portal? I led it. I was given a medal, praised as a hero. Earn the title Goddess of war.

But five years ago, I met Nyroth. He was my fated mate, and I had fallen deeply in love with him.

To be with him, and also to keep him away from danger, I abandoned my name, my title, my home, and kept it secret.

Then I disguised myself as a gentle, non-aggressive she-wolf, to get his love. I believed that I can seek peace in his arms.

Yes, I did get everything I wanted, before Kaela came back to him.

Now, I fear I'm losing him.

I stepped forward, seized Kaela's wrist, and coldly snatched the bracelet away.

"This is mine." My voice trembled, yet it carried an unyielding firmness.

"What are you doing?!" she gasped, a flicker of panic flashing in her eyes.

The next second, Nyroth stormed over and shoved me aside, his face dark with anger.

"Are you crazy? You'd really make a scene over something so trivial?" he roared, his accusing gaze cutting into me like a blade.

I clutched the bracelet tightly against my chest, my fingers turning white from the force. I turned my gaze to my mate, who was still staring at me, his jaw clenched tight with impatience.

"What belongs to me, no one will ever take away. But I didn't come here for the bracelet, Nyroth. That's not what I wanted to talk about, I came here for my parents."

"I just received a letter," I said, trying to steady my voice. "It says their wolves have been cremated, and the Moonstone Vessel holding their ashes is ready to be brought home.

Nyroth, I want to take you to meet them tomorrow, just at the border of the empire. Then I want to tell you something about them, and about me."

Silence fell.

Heavy. Crushing.

My Mate looked at me for a long while before he said something.

“Zeph, sorry about the bad news. I did not know it. But your parents already died. You should forget them.

Kaela’s mother invited us to a dinner tomorrow. It’s an important dinner to gather Blackbridge Pack to us. We should...

But never mind. If you don’t want to attend, I can attend alone, and I'll ask my Beta to accompany you to the border of the empire and take your parent’s ashes back.

Don't worry, you'll be safe.”

My heart sank.

This was cruelty. Pure, sharp, deliberate cruelty.

I stared at him, stunned. Confused.

"You're... You mean you'd choose a meal over...”

I can’t believe what I heard from Nyroth.

I slowed down. Waited. Expected, hoped, that Nyroth would say something. Anything but what followed was silence.

The same cold silence he gave when his family bullied me. When his pack members spat at me. When they called me rogue.

I no longer offered any explanations and went alone to the border.

"I, Zephyrine Ashmere, the only daughter of the last warlord, am here for the Moonstone Vessel."

Before the impenetrable walls of Moonveil Fortress, I stood and said those words, allowing the goosebumps to overwhelm my skin and permitting my wolf to awaken inside me.

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CHAPTER TWO

The Story Continues

Zephyrine

I waited with bated breath, and then the massive gates parted. I stood still in the middle of it all. A place I had left behind for five years. An identity I had shed to fulfill my parents’ greatest wish.

I took a step forward, and as though the fallen warrior heroes themselves were welcoming me, a cold wind swirled around me, blowing my hair backward.

“Zephyr.”

That voice from Moonveil Fortress came and My breath caught.

I would know it anywhere.

Commander Thorn.

I turned slowly to see him emerging from the tent ahead, the Moonstone Vessel in his hands. The one that carried my parents’ ashes. Their remains.

I never expected to feel this emotional. But being here, on the combat ground where I was raised and trained by my parents and others like them… it broke me. Tears welled in my eyes, but I forced them down.

As an Ashmere, we sacrifice many things. Emotion is one of them. We let it go.

“Commander Thorn,” I greeted, bowing my head as he approached.

He stared at me in silence for a long moment, then gave a firm nod, his jaw set.

“It’s good to see you again, Zephyr,” he said at last, blinking. Then he extended the Vessel to me which I received it with a heavy heart.

“I apologize for the delay. The final battle to close the Demon Portal was brutal. By the time we found their wolves, it was already too late. We couldn’t retrieve anything personal. No possessions remained when we arrived. If not for you, who led that charge… we would have all perished.”

I heaved a deep sigh and nodded.

“Thank you, Commander. You did your best.”

He looked relieved at my grace, then his face fell slightly.

“Zephyr… about your brother…”

My heart stopped. My hands tightened on the Vessel.

He paused. Then, carefully,

“We couldn’t find his body. Or his wolf. He wasn’t among the dead. So… maybe your instincts are right. Maybe he is still out there.”

“He is,” I said quietly but with conviction.

Commander Thorn nodded solemnly. After a few seconds in silence, He shifted his gaze around, scanning the area.

“Alpha Nyroth didn’t come with you?”

His question struck something sharp inside me, but I smiled through it.

“He’s preparing for the Blackbridge Festival this weekend. There’s been a lot to plan.”

“That he couldn’t accompany you on such an important occasion?”

Before I could respond, He sighed.

“You’re an adult now, Zephyr. I trust your judgment. But remember this. If you ever wish to return to Moonveil Fortress… this gate will always remain open.”

Return? To this life? To war? To honor?

I looked into his eyes and felt the burn of truth press against my ribs. My days of battle were behind me. I had a new duty now or so I thought.

I stepped back and stood at attention. The soldiers, now gathered under the moonlit sky, and Commander Thorn did the same. In unison, they bowed, not to me, but to my fallen parents, who bled for the empire.

Tears blurred my vision as I turned to leave, clutching the Moonstone Vessel to my chest. I held them again. Even if only in ashes.

It rained that night as I returned from Moonveil Fortress.

I had refused the Beta of Hue Pack’s escort. Since my mate wouldn’t come, I went alone.

Riding into the pack grounds, I stepped out of my carriage, the Moonstone Vessel still clutched tight.

Normally, maids was supposed to cover me with umbrellas. But no one moved. No one cared for a woman who is an orphan. A “rogue.”

I passed the guards and servants in silence and pushed through the door into the living room just in time to overhear Pamela, Nyroth’s mother’s voice.

“That’s the best advice, my son. Don’t you see? If you marry Kaela, not only do you gain her pack’s favor, but also a beautiful, influential woman at your side. She’s a successful hostess. The first female envoy who brought peace into the empire. She could talk her way out of anything. But this barren woman you married has nothing to offer you, Nyroth.”

My feet froze in place. They hadn’t even noticed me.

I watched Nyroth remain silent, not defending me.

“My friend from Blackbridge Pack told me,” Olivia, Nyroth’s younger sister, added, “Kaela’s family is already arranging a marriage for her to another Alpha. If you’re not fast enough, she’ll be gone.”

Jealousy crossed Nyroth’s face instantly. Raw and bitter. He never hid his feelings for her. Not even from me.

Each time he looked at Kaela like that, something inside me withered.

Then came the gasp.

Pamela had finally noticed me. Her face twisted in horror, her eyes fixed on the Moonstone Vessel in my arms.

“And what is that?” she snapped, just as cold as always.

I stepped forward, soaked from the rain, too tired to fight.

“My parents’ remains. I’ve just brought them home from…”

“Bad luck!” Pamela shrieked, and I flinched.

It took everything in me not to react.

Pamela had always been a thorn in my side, never hesitating to call me barren, not knowing her precious son had never once touched me since our private mating ceremony.

“Nyroth,” she said firmly, turning to him, “this is a bad omen. Moon Goddess knows one rogue is bad enough, but now she brings the ashes of two more? She has to leave them outside the pack. Or pour them in the streets.”

My eyes widened. What the…

I turned to Nyroth, waiting, hoping for him to say something, anything. But then… he hesitated.

“Zeph…” he began softly, avoiding my gaze, “I think you should… keep them outside. Just for tonight.”

That was it. The final crack.

“My parents? You think they’re a curse? Bad luck?”

He said nothing. He wouldn’t look into my eyes. And yet again, he wouldn’t defend me.

“Don’t pull that guilt-tripping crap!” Olivia suddenly burst. “Yeah, you’re bad luck, Zeph. You never should’ve been my brother’s mate. You only wormed into my brother’s life because of that mate bond!”

She shoved me. Then Pamela did too and Nyroth stood there. Watching. Silent. As always.

The guards and maids stared. No one moved.

Just then Olivia shoved me again, harder this time, and the Moonstone Vessel slipped from my grasp. Gasps rippled through the chamber, everyone knew a single crack could destroy the relic forever...