“Corel…” I remembered suddenly.

One of the mid-ranked warriors. I’ve seen him at training, heard him laughing with the others. He’s not laughing now.

He’s smiling, and it’s so much worse.

“Poor little Kira,” he says, his voice almost sympathetic. “In heat and all alone. Your mate announces his new chosen Luna, and you didn’t even feel it, did you?”

He takes another step closer, and I take another step back, my shoulders hitting the wall.

“The betrayal bond-pain that should’ve dropped you to your knees… But nothing. Not even a flicker.”

My heart hammers against my ribs. He’s right. I should have felt something when Theron chose Celeste. Every wolf knows that a mate’s betrayal burns like acid through the bond.

But I felt just my own heart breaking.

Just my damned heat.

“How broken do you have to be,” Corel continues, his head tilting like he’s genuinely curious, “to not even register when your mate balls-deep in another female? What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing’s wrong with me,” I whisper, but the words sound hollow even to my own ears.

“No?” He’s close enough now that I can smell him. “Because a normal wolf would’ve shifted by now. Would’ve been something other than this pathetic, heat-drunk mess you are.”

My wolf snarls inside my mind, but she can’t help me. Can’t do anything but rage uselessly while I’m trapped in this body. Pressed against this wall, with nowhere to run.

“Stay away from me.” I try to put force behind the words, but they come out shaky. Desperate.

“Why would I do that?” Corel’s smile widens. “You clearly need… help. And I’m feeling charitable tonight. My cock especially.”

His hand shoots out, fingers clamping around my elbow hard enough to make me gasp while his other hand grabs my waist, pulling me forward.

“No…” The word catches in my throat as his fingers dig deeper into my body, finding soft flesh. “Let go!”

“Come on, Kira.” His breath is hot against my face. “You’re burning up. Your mate doesn’t want you. The pack doesn’t want you. But I’m here, aren’t I? I’m offering…”

“Help!” The scream tears out of me, echoing down the empty corridor. “Someone—anyone—help!”

“No one’s coming.” Corel laughs. “They’re all at the feast, celebrating your replacement. You think anyone cares if I—”

He doesn’t finish. Someone slams into him from the side with enough force to make his grip on me break.

I stumble, catching myself against the wall as Corel crashes to the floor with another body on top of him. There’s a sickening crunch, fist meeting bone, and Corel’s cry of pain.

“Get off— You can’t!” Corel’s words dissolve into a wheeze as he’s flipped onto his stomach, one arm wrenched behind his back.

“She said no.” The voice is low, cold, absolutely devoid of emotion. “Or do you need me to explain what that word means?”

Another sickening crack, and Corel howls. Then he’s scrambling away the moment the pressure releases, clutching his arm as he staggers to his feet. Blood streams from his nose.

He looks at his attacker, and something like fear flashes across his face. “Malik… I was just—”

“Leaving.” The word is final. “Now.”

Corel doesn’t argue. He runs, disappearing around the corner with his footsteps echoing back like a fleeing animal.

Then the man turns to face me.

I know him. Of course I know him. Everyone in the pack knows Malik.

He’s a proverbial story, the kind of tale mothers tell their pups to inspire them. Born as Omega—the lowest rank, meant for menial labor and submission. But he clawed his way up through sheer will and brutal competence.

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