Astra’s POV
I could picture him—Kieran—storming through the pack grounds, knocking on doors, swallowing that massive Alpha pride as he tried to borrow coins.
And I knew exactly how much it must burn him.
An Alpha like him would rather chew on Black Forest deathberries than bow to the minor pack leaders he used to crush under his boot.
The next day, Bekkie burst in, panting from the cold air.
“Word is, Kieran only scraped together a hundred coins. He’s still eighteen hundred short.”
She shook her head. “If he’d just swallow his pride and ask the old-guard packs in the Alliance, they’d hand him three thousand without blinking. He’s fresh off a big victory—perfect time to win favors.”
I stirred my drink without answering. Kieran wouldn’t do it. Not in this lifetime.
The door flap flew open with a violent snap.
Kieran stood there, shoulders squared, wolf ears pinned flat against his skull. Behind him, Benson trailed in, looking like a pup caught stealing meat. I could almost hear their father’s orders echoing in his head.
“You told Doctor Danelle to stop my mother’s treatment?” Kieran’s voice was sharp enough to draw blood. He didn’t wait for an answer before striding in.
With one swipe, he sent my cup crashing to the ground, shattering glass across the furs.
"You witch! Have you caused enough damage yet?” His fists clenched, knuckles white. “Will you not rest until Pack Zane is torn apart?”
I stared at the mess, more annoyed than intimidated. The drink had been fresh—only two sips in.
“Are we talking about Doctor Danelle?” I asked evenly, brushing the water off my sleeve.
“What… did you say?”
“I said break the bond.” I made sure each syllable was crisp and deliberate. “You think I’m cruel? Manipulative? That Isla’s the only one worth your time? Then why keep a ‘spare’ around?”
“I…” For once, Kieran had nothing ready to throw back. Ending the bond was the one thing an Alpha like him would never do.
I smiled without warmth and pushed closer.
“The Pack Codex spells it out in black and white—jealousy, disrespect for elders, malicious intent—any one of those is enough to justify breaking a bond.”
“You could march straight to Greystone Keep right now and have the Eldest's permission for a release mark.”
“To get off me.”

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