The Alpha King's Tribute

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the outside - with the fire burned down to coals, and I waited out the dark t

e spent your whole life learning that the people who could protect you would rather not, tell someone isn't an instinct

n she came at dawn with fresh wa

arefully. "The man at the doors. Marcus, they're calling him. A gue

shape in the air between us. "A

lour of the wate

the crown." Her hands had started to shake, just slightly, and she pressed them flat to her apron to stop it. "My grandmother tol

ich

a certain kind of blood never grew up. The packs don't speak of it - they just don't. But the ones who did the work kept their sign." She touched her own thr

and the door again - the thing she'd teased me for, the thing we both did

I'd understood the moment his eyes fou

lightly was the only way I knew to carry it, "that

oor o

something that had no business being touched. Then Kaelen filled the doorway, travel-stained, a day of crown-business graven into his face, and the dread in the room rearranged itself enti

e I'd finished thin

he said. Of course h

id. "Especially the lock. Very thoughtf

d just short of me, near enough that his scent washed over me, cold pine and woodsmoke and that thing underneath it my blood st

ler and rode out thinking that was enough." His eyes searched my face, and there it was again - the grief I couldn't name, the

eel; it's a thing you can afford, and I couldn't yet. He was the King of the kind that ha

cousin thinks I'm a card he's holding. None of that is news. I surv

t put that look

But it's what I'm

s purpling jaw, the rising hand. It didn't come. Instead Kaelen Thorne did so

d out, slow, the way you'd move near something wild, and tucked a strand of hair back from my face, one knuckle grazing my jaw, and the bond detonated so sweet and bright behind my ribs that I forgot, for one who

ng cutting for that. A bl

t of me before I could stop it. "People always say tha

e an answer. "Then I suppose," he murmu

, to my forehead - chaste, and somehow more devastating than if it hadn't been - and then the door stood open behind h

, because cold is cold no ma

s when I

de and had been guarded all night by the King's own men - laid out neat, deliberate,

d folded with awful car

d me in the day they handed me over. The

past the King's men and the King's bolt and the King's promise to burn the hold f

t coming

ing me he a