The King's Shadow Escapes Her Bond

Chapter 5

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eat Hall. Harrison Price, the eldest of the pack Elders, ste

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training took over, my back stra

o Isabelle, who placed her delicate fingers in his. Together, they moved to the front of the dais, a perfe

ty, "under the watchful eye of the Moon Goddess, our Alpha King

husiastic applause sw

ds and ladies, warriors and diplomats. And then, for a fraction of a

ating. For one insa

ommand that vibrated in the very bones of every wolf present, "choose

ect, blushing modesty, leaning into his streng

ld went

d see the musicians lifting their instruments. But all I could hear was a high-pitched ringin

rough the void, a blade o

e. Cold. Loud.

ing from celebration to surprise, and then to a delicio

the shadows, walked to the center of the ha

was late because I had been in my room, trying to

weight, sharp enough to flay skin. "As my personal guard, to be late for a ceremony of

she murmured, her voice filled with sweet reason. "Don't be harsh. I'm sure Aria didn't

re gasoline on a fire. She had reminded him of my past service,

"It is because she was once my sharp

for a moment, savoring the tensio

, you are relieved of your d

I had expected thi

prepared for w

nounced, his voice ringing with finality. "You will b

llowed by poorly hidden snicke

rthern

t in the entire Citadel. It was a punishment detail

the Citadel's gutter. It w

ll object. Not the silver insignia of the Royal Guard, but a

k it. And

f me with a sharp, metallic clatter, spi

metal. A symbol

nd rough against my skin. I closed my fist around it, the s

hips of ice. Through our mate-bond, the one he had just publicly de

my King,"I said

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The King's Shadow Escapes Her Bond

Xi Yue Werewolf

“For twelve years, I was King Damien's secret blade and his most loyal shadow. I took silver daggers to my chest and shed my blood to clear his path to the throne, all for the promise that I would one day be his Luna. But at his victory feast, the man I loved held the hand of a highborn noblewoman and announced her as his fated mate. In front of the entire laughing court, Damien looked at me with absolute coldness. He publicly stripped me of my rank as his personal protector. "You are demoted to the Northern Wall." He threw a cheap iron guard's badge at my feet like I was a stray dog. Later that night, he kicked down my door, pinned me against the wall, and threatened to make me regret ever defying him with my silent obedience. He wanted me to cry, to beg, to show him I was still his pathetic, devoted pawn. It turned out that while I was suffering in the dark for him, he had been secretly spending his winters courting her. My twelve years of life-and-death sacrifices were nothing but a joke, a convenient stepping stone he was now desperate to throw away. I didn't shed a single tear. Instead, I crushed his family crest in my bleeding hand, packed my dagger, and climbed out the window into the night. I was done being his weapon. But just as I slipped into the shadows of the royal garden to escape the Citadel forever, a cold, commanding voice cut through the darkness. "Who's there?"”