Astra’s POV
Kieran’s voice cut through the hall like a blade dipped in ice.
“Half.”
His gaze swept over everyone in the room. Everyone except me.
His tone was hard, absolute.
“What she brought from Pack Hale stays. Half of it. Elder Gideon, if you don’t like it, feel free to take it up with the Alliance and see if the law agrees with you.”
Silas stepped forward, anger flaring hot.
“Half? Do you even hear yourself? When Astra married in, the mineral contracts and coin alone filled three trunks. This is robbery in broad daylight!”
Kieran’s knuckles whitened around the crumpled letter in his hand. “Like I said. Go to the Alliance if you want.”
He flicked a glance toward the butler. “Bring them the dissolution papers.”
The butler kept his head down as he walked forward, but I caught the flicker of regret in his eyes.
He’d worked alongside me in this pack long enough to know exactly how much I’d given to it.
I took the papers, my fingertips brushing over Kieran’s signature.
I knew this handwriting—last year, it came to me in letters from the front lines, every stroke carrying the scent of gunpowder and wolf blood.
Now, the same penmanship sat on a contract to dissolve our bond, stripped of warmth, sharp with cruelty.
The accusations were blunt: Attempted harm to an elder. Jealousy. And at the end, the insult of a false blessing—May you find another worthy mate.
“Hope you learn to be sincere in the future,” Kieran said from a few paces away, voice steeped in condescension. “Less scheming will get you closer to real happiness.”
I laughed. I couldn’t help it.
“Thank you for the advice, Alpha.” I lifted the papers slightly. “But I notice there’s no Council seal from the Alliance.”


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