VIOLET’S POV
I expected someone to come dragging me to Merrin’s chambers last night.
That’s how it usually goes after a royal wedding.
The bride is taken to her husband, the “Blessed Night” happens, and the Moon Goddess supposedly blesses the bond with a pup.
But Merrin didn’t send for me.
Not a whisper.
Not a messenger.
Not even a knock.
Honestly?
I was grateful.
Molly might have been losing her mind over him, pacing and howling inside me like a lovesick wolf, but the last thing I wanted was…
Holy Goddess.
A child with the wicked, one-eyed Alpha.
No. Not in this lifetime.
Not even in the next.
So I curled into the bed, buried under blankets, letting the morning light warm my face.
My wrist throbbed beneath the cloth wrapped around it. My skin was swollen and ugly.
The sla
