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"Say that again, Caspian! I dare you!" The silver incense burner crashed to the marble floor of the Sacred Moon Altar, sending ash flying across the pristine white hem of Aria’s dress. She didn't flinch. Instead, her hand shot forward, pressing a silver-coated dagger directly against the throat of the man standing before her. Caspian did not blink. He merely tilted his chin up, allowing the cold blade to graze his skin, drawing a single, tantalizing drop of Alpha blood. He casually lifted two fingers, pushing the flat of the blade away with an infuriatingly lazy smirk. "It was a joke, little bird," Caspian drawled, his voice a rich, dark velvet that echoed in the empty shrine. "A drunken rumor spun at a pack gala. Why take it so seriously?" Hearing his absolute nonchalance, Aria’s chest heaved. Her porcelain skin, usually pale from her chronic "illness," turned paper-white. The golden glow of the shrine’s eternal fire illuminated the unshed tears in her eyes. She looked like a fragile, broken doll, ready to shatter at the slightest breeze. She closed her eyes, letting a single tear slip down her cheek. When she opened them, a fierce, desperate fire burned within. "A joke?" Aria let out a bitter, broken laugh. "Yes, to the great Caspian, Heir of the Silvermoon Pack, everything is a joke! Everyone fears you, reveres you, excuses your playboy ways and your endless arrogance! But did you ever once think about me?" she screamed, her voice cracking. "I was supposed to run away! I was supposed to mate the wolf I actually love!" "And what does that have to do with me?" Caspian arched a dark brow. He reached out, his large, calloused hand quickly pressing against her forehead. He muttered to himself, "No fever. She hasn't lost her mind completely." He dropped his hand, his piercing icy-blue eyes narrowing with amusement. "Whether you mate your mysterious lover or not is none of my business. So why did you drag me to the Sacred Moon Altar? Oh—" He dragged out the syllable, his smirk widening. "Don't tell me... you actually want to mate me?" Aria couldn't fathom how Caspian’s narcissistic brain arrived at that conclusion. He was as hopelessly conceited as ever! There was no official courting, just a stupid childhood promise made by their parents that had been resurrected by vicious pack rumors. She despised him! But the truth was... she did want to mate him. A sudden blast of freezing winter wind blew open the shrine's heavy oak doors. Aria shivered, instinctively pulling her thin shawl tighter around her shoulders. She forced her racing heart to calm, her sickly lungs burning. "What nonsense are you spouting?" Caspian shrugged, casually stepping sideways to block the biting wind from hitting her fragile frame. He looked entirely innocent. "If you aren't obsessed with me, then why—" Before he could finish his teasing, she pressed the blade back to his throat. "Stop pretending!" "What am I pretending now?" Caspian genuinely found this hilarious. Why was this sickly female so incredibly unreasonable? Seeing his mocking expression, Aria pressed the blade a fraction of an inch deeper. Her voice was pure ice. "Do you dare swear to the Moon Goddess that those rumors have nothing to do with you? That childhood betrothal was dead and buried for three years! Why, the moment I am of age to be claimed, does it suddenly resurface? And with such vicious intensity! Caspian, swear to me you had no hand in this!" Before Caspian could answer, the shrine doors were shoved open completely. Both of them turned. Standing in the doorway, flanked by heavily armed Silvermoon warriors, were Alpha King Thorne and Luna Queen Seraphina—Caspian’s parents. Luna Seraphina gasped, rushing forward to pull them apart. "Aria, sweetling, what in the Goddess's name are you doing?" she pleaded, her voice laced with maternal panic. "If my foolish son has wronged you, I will have him whipped myself! Please, put the silver down. I don't care if Caspian gets a little cut, but you might hurt your own delicate hands!" Aria immediately dropped the dagger. It clattered to the floor, instantly scooped up by a guard. Her fierce demeanor vanished in a heartbeat. Her lower lip trembled, her large eyes swimming with fresh, devastating tears. She looked utterly heartbroken. "You are right, Luna Seraphina. I was reckless... I'm so sorry." "She literally just drew my blood and she's the one crying?" Caspian scoffed in disbelief, touching the stinging cut on his neck. He glared at her. "Crocodile tears." "Caspian, shut your mouth!" Seraphina snapped, glaring at her son. "Why should I?" Caspian’s voice rose, his Alpha aura flaring defensively. "She attacked me, and now she’s playing the victim! You'd think I was the one holding a blade to her throat!" "Silence!" Alpha King Thorne roared, his booming voice vibrating through the stone walls. He stormed up to the altar, his gaze cutting into his son like a whip. "Brawling in the Sacred Altar? Have you lost your mind, boy?" Thorne’s glare was resolute; he was completely convinced his playboy son was entirely at fault. Seraphina, seeing the explosive tension, felt a surge of panic. Disrespecting the ancestors in the shrine was a grave offense. She shot Caspian a warning look, silently begging him to just take the blame. Miraculously, Caspian held his tongue, crossing his arms and looking away. Seraphina let out a breath of relief. She took Aria’s trembling, ice-cold hands in hers, her voice softening to a gentle purr. "Aria? Did he frighten you? You know how rough and thoughtless he can be..." Aria shook her head, forcing a tragic, watery smile. Seeing the sweet girl smile through her pain, Alpha Thorne's stern face softened entirely. "Aria, tell us what happened. As your Alpha King, I swear I will bring you justice!" At those words, Aria’s tears spilled over. Sobbing delicately, she confessed the entire tragic tale. She told them how she had fallen in love with a rogue wolf online two years ago, someone who truly understood her. She had begged her grandmother, the matriarch of her pack, for permission to leave and mate him. But ever since the rumors of her ancient betrothal to Caspian resurfaced, her reputation in the werewolf elite was ruined. Outraged by the scandal, her abusive grandmother had locked her in the attic and was now secretly negotiating to sell her off as a breeding Omega to a brutal, rival pack! "My King, my Queen," Aria choked out, falling to her knees. "I have no way out. I am trapped..." "This..." Seraphina exchanged a complex, loaded look with Thorne. Suddenly, it all made sense. Aria’s desperate plea to visit the shrine today was a cry for help. Caspian smirked, a dangerous glint in his eye. "So you did want to—" "Shut up!" Thorne and Seraphina barked in unison. Seraphina gripped Aria’s hands, pulling her up. "Say no more, sweet girl. Caspian, you will take responsibility for the rumors that ruined her!" "Fine, fine," Caspian grumbled, rolling his eyes. "What do you want me to do about it?" Seraphina smiled brightly, her eyes sparkling with absolute joy. "You will mate her! You two grew up together, you know each other's scents! It is the perfect match!" Aria slowly nodded, her fingers nervously twisting her skirt. Seraphina was practically vibrating with happiness. Her son had been a notorious heartbreaker, dodging every Luna candidate in the country. But Aria was different. She looked weak and sickly, yet she had the spine to hold a silver blade to an Alpha's throat to demand answers. They were perfect for each other! "It is settled. The Silvermoon Pack will send the official courting gifts to your grandmother tomorrow. If she refuses, she answers to my claws," Thorne declared with absolute finality. Aria lowered her eyes, a tiny, triumphant smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "I will follow your command, my King." Caspian was utterly dumbfounded. This marriage was being forced on him without anyone asking his opinion! And Aria—he saw that fleeting, victorious smile! She had played them all! "Wait, I don't agree to this!" Caspian exploded. "This is my mating we're talking about! It's not fair!" "Your agreement is irrelevant. You finally have a mate, so stop complaining," Seraphina dismissed him with a wave of her hand. "Guards! Throw the Heir in the dungeon for the night! Brawling in the shrine requires punishment!" Caspian: ?

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