The Confrontation
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After a few hours, Kael left his office with irritation still burning beneath his skin.
He didn’t like it. He didn’t like the way that woman spoke, the way she looked at him… how she didn’t react to him like everyone else did.
In the hallway, a maid was waiting with her head bowed.
“Alpha…” she said softly. “I’ve taken your wife to the master room.”
Kael didn’t even respond. He simply kept walking.
When he arrived, he opened the door without announcing himself. Amaris was there.
Standing beside the bed, still wearing the wedding dress.
The white fabric contrasted sharply with the darkness of the room, as if it didn’t belong there.
Her eyes lifted when she saw him enter.
Kael closed the door with a sharp motion and slowly began unbuttoning his shirt cuffs.
Each gesture was controlled and cold at the same time.
“You became my wife for only one reason,” he said finally.
Amaris didn’t look away.
“For what?”
Kael raised his eyes to her. There was no warmth—only clear intent to reveal the truth.
“To give me an heir. After that…” he continued, “you won’t be of any use to me.”
“Of course,” she said, lowering her head.
“You have no right to command in this mansion, nor to use my name for influence. You are a means, not my true Luna.”
Amaris felt the impact. It wasn’t physical—it was worse. But she didn’t step back.
She took a deep breath… and held her ground.
“Then make something clear,” she replied firmly. “If I’m only a means… don’t expect me to act like an obedient queen.”
That made Kael look at her properly.
“Remember where you come from,” he said coldly. “Your pack isn’t even close to mine.”
There it was—the contempt. Amaris held it without lowering her gaze.
“And yet,” she replied, “I was ‘useful’ enough for you to choose me.”
Kael clenched his jaw and stepped closer.
“Don’t confuse usefulness with worth.”
She didn’t move, and that… irritated him even more—but also intrigued him.
“Rest,” he said finally, turning away. “When I decide it’s time to fulfill your purpose… I’ll let you know.”
Without waiting for a response, he left the room.
The door shut hard behind him.
His footsteps echoed down the stairs, fast and tense.
When he reached the large hall, Aldo was waiting.
“Have you resolved your ‘wife’ situation?” he asked with a faint smile.
Kael didn’t answer immediately.
“It’s not what I expected.”
“Oh?” Aldo raised a brow. “Too obedient?”
Kael looked at him.
“Quite the opposite.”
That caught Aldo’s attention.
“Then be careful,” he said. “That kind of woman… is dangerous.”
Kael didn’t respond. But something inside him agreed.
While Kael struggled with his thoughts and what he should do, Amaris finally collapsed onto the bed.
Her hands trembled—not entirely from fear.
“Fine…” she said to herself. “If this is what you are, Kael Blackthorn…”
Her eyes hardened slightly.
“Then I’ll learn to survive here, like I always have.”
The next morning, Amaris woke up a little tired, but she knew she had to prepare her herbal blend so she wouldn’t be discovered.
So after a quick ritual, just as she was about to head downstairs, there was a knock at her door.
“Come in,” she said, regaining her composure.
A young maid entered, head bowed.
“My lady… Alpha Kael has given an order.”
Amaris slightly frowned.
“What order?”
The maid hesitated for a second.
“You must report to the training field… now.”
Amaris didn’t expect that.
“Training?” she repeated.
“Yes…” the girl replied nervously. “All pack members must demonstrate their abilities. It’s… a tradition.”
Amaris understood immediately.
This was a way to test her… or humiliate her.
Her lips tightened slightly.
“Alright,” she said finally. “I’ll go.”
The maid nodded and left.
When the door closed, Amaris slowly exhaled.
She didn’t waste time. She quickly removed the dress and let it fall onto the bed.
She chose simpler clothes, fitted to her body—something that would allow her to move without restriction.
She grabbed her cloth pouch and secured it tightly.
When she arrived at the training field, it was already full.
There were wolves in human form and others partially shifted, moving between weapons, shouts, and strikes.
The air smelled of earth, sweat, and challenge.
“Is that the new Luna?” one of the trainees mocked.
“She doesn’t look like much,” another wolf replied.
“She’s from Silverstream… that explains everything.”
Amaris ignored them, though she wanted to go after them and hit them.
From a wooden platform above, Kael observed.
His arms were crossed, his expression unreadable. But his eyes never left her.
“She’s here,” Aldo said beside him.
Kael didn’t respond immediately.
“What do you plan to do?” Aldo asked.
“See what she’s made of.”
One of the warriors stepped forward—large, imposing, with a mocking grin.
“The Alpha’s wife came to play?”
A few laughs broke out.
Amaris looked at him calmly.
“I didn’t come to play.”
The man laughed loudly.
“Then you’re in the wrong place,” he said, stepping closer. “Only the strong survive here.”
He attacked without warning—fast and brutal.
But Amaris didn’t retreat. She moved—not with strength, but precision.
She dodged the first strike.
Then the second—her body reacted differently.
She observed, calculated, and waited for each movement.
The third attack came more aggressively.
And then… she acted.
She grabbed his wrist, shifted her weight, and with a precise motion pressed a pressure point in his arm.
The man tensed—his strength failed.
Amaris rotated her body and slammed him to the ground with a powerful strike.
“What… did you do…?” he growled.
Amaris released him and stepped back.
“Nothing you couldn’t learn… if you used your head more than your strength.”
Above them, Kael slowly straightened.
“Interesting…” he said.
Aldo glanced at him.
“I told you she was dangerous.”
Kael couldn’t take his eyes off her.
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