Chapter 5: The Gilded Cage
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The air in the room felt like it was vibrating. The golden light from our marks had faded, but the heat remained, searing through my skin and sinking deep into my bones. Kaelen’s hand was still on the back of my neck, his thumb brushing against my pulse point. My heart was beating so fast I thought it might burst.
"No," I whispered, my voice trembling. "It’s a mistake. The Moon Goddess wouldn't do this. Not to me. Not with you."
I tried to shove him away, but it was like pushing against a mountain. Kaelen didn't move. He looked down at me, his eyes dark with a mix of hunger and something that looked like relief.
"The Moon doesn't make mistakes, Vespera," he said, his voice dropping into that low, possessive rumble.
He finally let go of my neck, but only to turn around and walk toward the massive bedroom doors. He grabbed the heavy iron key and turned it in the lock with a loud click. He pulled the key out and tucked it into his pocket.
"What are you doing?" I demanded, my hand going to the empty sheath in my boot. "Open that door."
"You’re not leaving," Kaelen said. He walked back toward the bed and picked up the mercury-core dagger I had tried to kill him with. He looked at the silver blade, then at the red, blistered burn on his own palm where he had caught it. He didn't even flinch at the pain.
With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the dagger across the room. It clattered against the stone floor and slid under a heavy wooden wardrobe.
"Kill me," I snapped, stepping toward him. I was shaking with a mixture of rage and fear. "If I’m your mate, then I’m the biggest threat to your life. End it now. Do what you did to my father."
Kaelen’s expression darkened. He stepped close to me again, but this time his energy wasn't aggressive—it was heavy with a truth I didn't want to hear.
"You think I enjoyed that night?" he asked, his voice tight. "You think I woke up and decided to destroy the Silver Moon pack for fun? Your father was my friend, Vespera."
"Liars don't get to call him a friend!" I screamed. "I saw you! I saw the blood!"
"You saw the end of it," Kaelen countered, his voice rising. He grabbed my shoulders, forcing me to look at him. "You didn't see what he was doing in the basement of that temple. Your father had turned to dark magic. He was performing a ritual to sacrifice the omegas of his own pack to gain more power. If I hadn't stopped him, the entire Northern Reach would have fallen to a curse that no wolf could break. I killed the man he had become to save the people he was supposed to protect."
"You're lying!" I shouted, but my voice cracked.
Deep down, in the back of my mind, my inner wolf did something I hated. She didn't growl at him. She didn't snap. At the sound of his voice and the smell of his cedar-and-rain scent, she let out a soft, vibrating purr. She was leaning into him, recognizing him as our other half. She believed him, even if I didn't.
"Stop it," I whispered to my wolf, but the bond was too strong.
Kaelen noticed. He saw the way my shoulders slumped, the way my breathing hitched. He reached into a small leather pouch sitting on his nightstand and pulled something out. He held it out in his open palm.
It was a heavy gold ring with a large, polished moonstone in the center. The Silver Moon signet ring. My father’s ring.
My breath hitched. "How... how do you have that? My uncle said it was lost in the fire."
"Your father gave it to me," Kaelen said softly. "In his final moments, when the madness of the ritual cleared, he realized what he had done. He gave me this and told me to find you. He wanted me to protect you from the rest of them. Especially from Silas."
I stared at the ring. My father never took it off. It was the symbol of our bloodline. He would never have given it to an enemy. The wall of hatred I had built around my heart for five years began to show a tiny, terrifying crack.
"No," I whispered, shaking my head. "I don't believe you. You're just trying to mess with my head so I'll submit."
Before Kaelen could respond, a heavy, frantic pounding erupted on the bedroom doors.
"Alpha!" a voice shouted from the hallway. It was the Lead Sentinel, and he sounded terrified. "Alpha, forgive the intrusion, but we have a situation at the gate!"
Kaelen stiffened, his protective Alpha instincts flaring. He didn't move away from me, but his head turned toward the door. "What is it?"
"The Silver Moon envoy has arrived!" the guard yelled. "They’re a day early. Silas Vance is at the gate with fifty warriors. He says he’s heard rumors of a 'talented rogue' who won the trials tonight. He’s demanding to see the girl. He says he won't enter the Great Hall until he confirms she isn't a threat to the peace treaty."
My heart dropped into my stomach. My blood went cold. Silas. My uncle. The man who had "rescued" me only to sell me to the fighting pits. The man who had stolen my father’s throne.
If he saw me, he would know I was alive. He would know I was here to take back what he stole. He would kill me, and he would probably kill Kaelen for hiding me.
Kaelen’s grip on my arm tightened, but it wasn't to hold me prisoner. It was to pull me toward a tapestry on the far wall. He shoved the heavy fabric aside, revealing a small, narrow wooden door leading to a servant’s passage.
"He can't see you," Kaelen whispered, his voice urgent and sharp. The "Butcher" was gone, replaced by a man who looked genuinely afraid for my life. "Silas has eyes everywhere, Vespera. If he finds out you’re my mate, he’ll use you to destroy everything."
The pounding on the door grew louder. "Alpha! Silas is crossing the courtyard!"
Kaelen pushed me toward the dark passage. "Hide, Vespera. Don't make a sound. If he sees you, I can't protect you. Go. Now!"
I looked at Kaelen, then at the ring still in his hand, and then at the door that was about to burst open. For the first time in five years, I didn't know who the real enemy was.
I stepped into the shadows and closed the door just as the iron lock on the main entrance shattered.
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