CHAPTER THREE
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THE WEDDING WITHOUT WARMTH
I woke before anyone came for me.
The room was still dark, and for a moment I forgot where I was. Then the memory settled in. The keep. The north. The man I was meant to marry today. My chest felt tight, but I sat up anyway. There was no reason to stay in bed. Waiting would not change anything.
A knock came shortly after. A servant entered and told me it was time to prepare. She did not smile. She did not ask how I felt. I appreciated that more than false kindness.
She helped me wash and dress. The gown she brought was white, but simple. No heavy cloth. No jewels. It fit well enough. My hair was brushed and left loose. Nothing about this felt special. It felt careful. Controlled.
When I looked at myself, I did not see a bride. I saw a woman standing very still.
The walk to the courtyard felt long. Wolves lined the halls. They watched quietly. Some looked curious. Others looked uncertain. No one spoke to me. Their silence pressed in from all sides.
The courtyard was already prepared. Elders stood in place. Pack members gathered around the edges. The sky was pale. The air was cold. No music played. No one smiled.
Kael stood at the center.
He was dressed in dark clothing, simple and clean. He looked calm. Too calm. When his eyes lifted and found me, something shifted in him. It was quick. Anyone else would miss it.
Inside him, his wolf woke fully.
Mate.
The word was loud in his mind.
True mate. Mine.
Kael forced his breathing to stay even. He did not move toward me. He did not let it show on his face. His wolf pressed harder, restless and demanding.
She is ours.
“No,” Kael thought back sharply.
He stayed still.
I stepped forward when guided. I stopped a short distance from him. He did not reach for me. The space between us remained.
The elder began to speak. His voice was flat and formal. He spoke of peace. Of borders. Of agreement between packs. He did not speak of love. No one did.
Kael answered when required. His voice was steady.
“Yes.”
“I accept.”
“I agree.”
When it was my turn, my voice sounded smaller to my own ears, but it did not shake.
“Yes.”
“I accept.”
“I understand.”
Our hands were joined briefly. The cloth was wrapped around them. His skin was warm. I noticed it only because it disappeared so quickly. He pulled back as soon as the words were finished.
The elder nodded once.
“It is done.”
No one cheered. A few people bowed their heads. Others simply watched. The moment passed quietly, like it was never meant to be remembered.
I was married.
Kael stepped back. His wolf pushed again.
You bind yourself to her and deny her.
Kael ignored it.
He turned to the pack and gave a single nod. Then he looked at me again.
“You will be escorted,” he said. “Your position will be respected.”
I nodded.
The gathering broke apart slowly. Wolves returned to their duties. Elders left without another word. I stood there until a servant guided me away.
Later, a guard escorted me to Kael’s private study. I did not know why. My stomach tightened as I followed. The hall was quiet. The door closed behind us, leaving only the two of us inside.
Kael stood near the table. He did not sit. He did not invite me to do so.
“This marriage is not personal,” he said. “You should understand that.”
“I do,” I replied.
He studied my face again, searching for something. Fear. Anger. Expectation. He found none of it.
“You will live here,” he continued. “You will have protection. You will have a role. Nothing more is expected.”
I nodded.
His wolf growled softly inside him.
Liar.
Kael clenched his jaw.
“There will be rules,” he said. “You will follow them. This will keep things simple.”
“Yes,” I said.
Silence settled between us. It stretched longer than it needed to. Kael looked like he wanted to say something else. His wolf urged him forward.
She is alone. You feel it.
He stepped back instead.
“You may go,” he said.
I turned and left without another word.
That night, I lay alone in my bed. The keep was quiet around me. I listened to the wind. I tried to feel something about being married. I felt nothing.
Elsewhere, Kael stood awake long after midnight. His wolf paced endlessly inside him, angry and restless.
You can deny it, the wolf said. But she is yours.
Kael did not answer.
Kael did not sleep.
He stood by the window, looking out into the dark. The courtyard was empty now. The place where the vows were spoken looked like nothing had happened at all. No signs. No marks. Just stone and silence.
His wolf would not stop moving.
You felt her. You know what she is.
Kael pressed his palm against the cold glass.
“She is a responsibility,” he muttered under his breath. “Nothing more.”
The wolf growled.
You are lying to yourself.
Kael turned away from the window. He paced the room once, then again. His body felt tense, like it was waiting for a fight that never came. He could still remember how her hand felt in his. Warm. Small. Too real.
She did not smell afraid.
That bothered him more than fear would have.
Most women brought into the north trembled. They cried. They tried to bargain. Elara did none of that. She stood straight. She answered when spoken to. She did not look at him like he was a monster, but she did not look hopeful either.
She looked empty.
That is worse, the wolf said.
Kael stopped pacing.
“She will adjust,” he said. “She will learn how things work here.”
She should not have to.
Kael clenched his fists.
“This is not a love bond,” he said sharply. “It cannot be.”
The wolf went quiet for a moment. When it spoke again, its voice was slower.
The bond does not care what you want.
Kael did not answer.
Across the keep, Elara lay awake as well.
The bed felt too big. The blankets smelled unfamiliar. She stared at the ceiling, counting the cracks in the stone just to keep her thoughts steady. Marriage was supposed to feel like something. Fear. Relief. Sadness. Anything.
She felt the same as she had yesterday.
Alone.
She wondered what Kael was doing. The thought came without her permission. She pushed it away quickly. Wondering would only lead to questions she had no answers for.
This was her life now.
Rules. Silence. Distance.
She turned onto her side and finally closed her eyes.
Morning came quietly.
The next days passed without ceremony. Elara was shown the parts of the keep she was allowed to enter. Her rooms. The dining hall. The outer gardens. Servants spoke when needed and stayed silent otherwise.
Kael did not seek her out.
They ate at separate times. They moved through different halls. When they crossed paths, it was brief. A nod. A look. Nothing more.
But Kael always knew when she was nearby.
The bond pulled at him constantly. Soft but steady. Like a thread he could not cut. His wolf reacted to her presence even when he pretended not to.
She is here.
She is leaving.
She is upset.
It made him restless.
On the fourth night after the wedding, Kael finally lost patience.
He dismissed the guards early and walked the halls alone. His steps carried him closer to her chambers before he realized what he was doing. He stopped outside the door.
This is a mistake, he told himself.
His wolf stirred.
You should be inside.
Kael lifted his hand, then lowered it again. He stood there longer than he meant to. From inside, he heard movement. Soft footsteps. A pause.
The door opened.
Elara froze when she saw him standing there.
Neither of them spoke.
“I didn’t mean to—” she started, then stopped. “Do you need something?”
Her voice was calm, but her fingers curled slightly at her side.
Kael swallowed.
“No,” he said. “I was passing by.”
That was not true. They both knew it.
Silence stretched between them again. Elara stepped back, unsure.
“If there is nothing else,” she said quietly.
Kael’s wolf pushed hard.
Do not walk away from her.
Kael spoke before he could stop himself.
“You should not wander the east wing alone,” he said. “Some areas are restricted.”
She nodded. “I haven’t.”
He hesitated.
“There will be a gathering tomorrow night,” he added. “You are expected to attend.”
Her brows drew together slightly. “As your wife?”
“As my position,” he corrected.
Something flickered in her eyes, then disappeared.
“I understand,” she said.
She waited, like she expected him to say more.
He didn’t.
“Good night,” she said finally, and closed the door.
Kael stood there long after.
Inside his chest, something tightened painfully.
You are hurting her, the wolf said quietly.
Kael turned away.
“She will survive,” he replied.
But the words did not sound certain, even to him.
The next night, the hall filled with voices. Wolves gathered, watching, whispering. Elara entered beside Kael, her steps measured. She wore dark clothing this time. Simple. No jewelry.
Eyes followed her everywhere.
Kael felt it all. The curiosity. The judgment. The questions no one dared to ask out loud.
His wolf bristled.
They are looking at what is ours.
Kael’s jaw tightened. He kept his expression unreadable.
Elara sat when directed. She spoke when spoken to. She did not reach for Kael, and he did not reach for her. From the outside, they looked united. Close enough. Proper.
But beneath the surface, the tension grew.
Kael could feel her discomfort like a low ache. It made him restless. Angry. Protective.
This is wrong, the wolf said. All of it.
Kael took a slow breath.
The elder began to speak again, discussing pack matters. Elara listened, but her attention drifted. She felt the weight of the room pressing in. Every sound felt too loud. Every pause too sharp.
Then she felt it.
A sudden warmth, sharp and unfamiliar, deep in her chest.
She gasped softly.
Kael felt it at the same moment.
The bond snapped tight.
His wolf surged forward.
She feels it now.
Kael’s eyes snapped to Elara. Her hand had gone to her chest. Her breathing was uneven. Confusion crossed her face, followed by fear.
“What is happening?” she whispered.
Kael stood abruptly.
The room went silent.
He stared at her, realization crashing over him.
The bond was awakening.
And this time, she felt it too.
Kael knew then that everything was about to change — whether he wanted it to or not.
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