Chapter 005

CECILIA

I was halfway down the corridor toward my chambers when my father stepped out of a doorway directly in front of me.

I stopped.

He looked entirely too pleased with himself for a man who had just publicly humiliated his daughter at her own mating ceremony.

"Where do you think you are going?" he asked.

"My room, of course, to sleep."

He laughed. Actually laughed, the warm easy kind that meant he found something genuinely amusing, which only made me want to hit something.

"You are a mated woman now, Cecilia. You do not go back to your old room on your mating night." He crossed his arms with the satisfaction of someone who had been planning this conversation. "A chamber has been prepared for you and Cassian on the east side of the packhouse. It's at the far end of the corridor. You will spend the night there."

I stared at him. "And the pack? I cannot just leave—"

"I am still very much alive and healthy," he cut in, the amusement not leaving his face. "I ran this pack long before you were born. I think I can manage while you settle into your marriage." He waved a hand. "Darcy will travel with you tomorrow. She will see to your belongings tonight and go with you to the Redwood Pack as your personal attendant. You will not be going alone."

I opened my mouth.

He raised an eyebrow, daring me to find the argument.

I could not find it. He had thought of everything, which meant this had been arranged well before today, which meant he had known exactly how this night would end while I had been standing at that altar with absolutely no idea.

"You planned all of this," I said flatly.

"I am your father. Planning things is what I do." He nodded down the corridor. "Far end at the east side. Go and have a good night with your mate."

He walked away still laughing, and I stood in the corridor alone, staring at the wall, feeling like the ground had shifted under my feet without my permission.

Again.

****

I dragged my feet the entire way to the chamber.

When I pushed the door open, the room was warm and softly lit, a large bed at the centre, a fireplace on the far wall, everything arranged with an occasion in mind that I was not ready for.

And Cassian was standing near the window with no shirt on.

I stopped in the doorway.

He had his back to me, looking out at the dark grounds below, and I had approximately three seconds of thinking I could collect myself before my eyes moved on their own and refused to cooperate with my dignity. 

His back was broad and defined, muscle running clean lines from his shoulders down to where his trousers sat low on his hips. When he turned at the sound of the door, I got the full view of his chest, his stomach, every ridge of muscle that had absolutely no business looking the way it looked.

Eight. I counted without meaning to.

I pressed my lips together and looked up.

He was already watching me.

"Enjoying the view?" His voice was calm.

Heat crawled up my neck. "No. There is nothing to enjoy."

"You just dragged your eyes over me like you had not eaten in a week."

"I did not."

"Cecilia."

"Do not talk to me."

He blinked once and then lifted a shoulder. "Suit yourself." He reached for the band of his trousers. "I am going to shower."

He pulled them down.

I looked. I could not help it. It happened in the space between one breath and the next, my eyes dropped and then went wide and then I snapped them upward and found him already smirking at me with the expression of a man who knew exactly what he had just done.

"Do you want to join me?" he asked pleasantly.

"Get out of my sight," I hissed out in frustration.

He walked to the bathroom without another word, still wearing that smirk, and closed the door behind him.

I sat on the edge of the bed and pressed both hands flat against my thighs and stared at the opposite wall.

What I had just seen was not something I could un-see, and the bond sitting warm in my chest was not making it easier to pretend otherwise. 

My own body was betraying me in ways I had not given it permission to, and that was perhaps the most infuriating thing that had happened today, which was saying something given the day I had just had.

The moon goddess had a very specific sense of humour, I decided. She had taken my mother, given me a dormant wolf, forced me into a marriage I did not want, and then had the nerve to make the man on the other side of it look like that.

I heard the shower running through the door and made a deliberate effort to think about something else. 

Anything else. Trade routes. Border disputes. The debt. The heir timeline my father had announced in front of five hundred wolves like I was livestock at a market.

None of it worked particularly well.

***

Cassian came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist and water still on his skin, and I had already positioned myself on my side of the bed facing away from the door, which meant I felt the mattress dip before I saw anything.

His warmth settled into the space beside me immediately. The bond pulled toward it like it had been waiting.

"You smell like a ceremony and dried blood," he said conversationally. "You should shower."

I turned my head. "Excuse me?"

"I am not trying to offend you. I am just telling you."

I held his gaze for a moment, then got up without a word and went to the bathroom.

The bath helped more than I wanted to admit. I stood under the water and let the tension in my shoulders loosen, just slightly, and told myself firmly that 

I was going to get back into that room, get into that bed, go to sleep, and wake up tomorrow with everything exactly as controlled as it had always been.

I came back out fully dressed, hair damp, spine straight.

Cassian was lying on his back with one arm behind his head, eyes open, looking at the ceiling. He glanced over when I came in and I moved to my side of the bed and pulled the cover back.

The moment I lay down, his arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me in.

I went rigid. "What are you doing?"

"Getting comfortable."

"Let go of me right now." I kept my voice even. "We are mated, not in love. I do not know you. I do not like you. Keep your hands on your side."

He was quiet for a moment.

Then he made a sound that was almost a laugh, low and soft, like I had said something that genuinely amused him but he was choosing not to make a big thing of it.

"Are you serious?" he asked.

I said nothing. Mostly because the warmth of his arm was doing something to me that I did not have a good answer for and opening my mouth felt like a risk.

He held the silence for a beat longer than was comfortable.

Then his lips touched the side of my neck, just briefly, warm and unhurried, right below the mark he had put there. "Goodnight, Cecilia."

He released me, turned onto his side away from me, and went still.

I lay there staring at the ceiling.

He had not pushed or even argued. He had simply let go and gone to sleep, and I did not know what to do with that. 

I had been ready for a fight and he had not given me one, and somehow that was worse than if he had.

I thought about the way he had just kissed my neck like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like he had done it a hundred times before. Like he had all the patience in the world and was in absolutely no rush.

If he kept doing things like that, I was not going to last very long before something in me cracked.

That thought was the last one I had before I finally fell asleep.

***

Something light and warm moved across my face.

I stirred slowly, the way you do when sleep has been deep and your body does not want to give it up. I became aware of warmth beneath me before I became aware of anything else. 

I opened my eyes.

I was lying fully on top of Cassian, my head on his chest, both my arms wrapped around his neck like I had climbed there in the night and made myself at home without asking anyone's permission.

His voice came from above me, low and thick with sleep. "Good morning Luna I don't like you at all, but she's sprawled on my unattractive chest."

The heat that flooded my face was immediate and total.

Chapter 006

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CASSIAN

I loved the look on her face.

She was spread out across my chest with both arms wrapped around my neck like she had been there all night, which she had, and the moment she registered where she was and how she had got there, every bit of color drained from her face and then rushed back twice as fast.

I kept my expression completely straight. It took more effort than I expected.

She pushed herself up slowly, eyes narrowing at me like I had personally arranged her position while she slept.

"You did this," she said. "You moved me there deliberately just to spite me."

"I was asleep, Cecilia."

"I do not care. You did it somehow." She straightened, still glaring. "I cannot believe you would stoop this low."

That was when the laugh got out. I could not hold it any longer. It came out fully and I did not bother trying to pull it back.

She stared down at me. "What exactly is funny?"

"You." I looked up at her. "You genuinely cannot accept that you crawled onto me in your sleep and held on."

Her jaw tightened. She turned and rolled to the other side of the bed, putting her back to me with the precision of someone drawing a boundary line.

"You have not returned my greeting," I said.

Silence.

"Good morning, Cecilia."

More silence.

I watched the back of her head and waited. She sat up eventually, spine straight, and turned just enough to look at me over her shoulder.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"What do you mean?"

"This." She gestured vaguely between us. "The talking, the patience and acting like any of this means something to you. What are you doing."

I considered the question properly before I answered. "It does mean something to me."

She looked at me like I had said something in a language she did not speak.

"I agreed to this marriage," I said. "Not because I was forced but because I wanted to. And I am not going to pretend otherwise just because it makes you more comfortable."

"Well it does not mean anything to me," she said flatly. "I agreed because my father threatened to give my throne to my cousin and I had no other choice. That is it. That is all this is."

I held her gaze. "I know."

She blinked, clearly expecting an argument I was not going to give her.

I let the silence sit for a moment, then, "I meant what I said last night. I am going to give you a child. And when I do, you are going to beg me to mark you again."

Her eyes went wide and then her expression shifted into something that could only be described as pure outrage.

"Fuck you," she said.

"Good morning to you too."

She pointed at me. "Behave yourself, mind your business and do not speak to me."

"Understood." I kept my voice even. "Completely reasonable."

She stared at me, clearly waiting for a fight, and when I simply nodded and swung my legs over the side of the bed she looked almost disappointed.

***

I dropped to the floor and started my push-ups.

I could feel her watching. I always could. She was not subtle about it, for all her stubbornness, and I found it more entertaining than I probably should have.

Every few reps I glanced up and caught her feeding me a look of absolute disgust, and every time I looked away I was fairly certain the disgust softened the moment my eyes were off her.

She was not going to admit it. That much was already clear. She would rather swallow glass than tell me she found me anything other than repulsive, and I had made my peace with that. It only made things more interesting.

"Do you want to join me?" I asked, around the thirtieth rep.

"The moon goddess forbids it," she said immediately.

The laugh that came out of me was genuine. I could not help it.

She said it with such complete conviction, like she had consulted directly with the goddess on the matter and received a firm answer.

I finished the set still grinning and stood up.

Then I walked to the bathroom without reaching for anything first, and I made sure I was facing her direction when I did.

She slapped both hands over her face.

I watched her fingers spread apart almost immediately.

I smiled at the wall and kept walking.

She could hate me all she wanted. The woman was absolutely looking, and we both knew it. I thought briefly about the moment yesterday when she had refused the mark, when she had stood there in that torn dress with fury in her eyes, and I had wondered for half a second if I had made the wrong decision.

Standing here now, I was entirely certain I had not.

This marriage was going to be the most entertaining thing that had ever happened to me. Every sign was already there. Whatever came next, I was ready for it.

****

Our bags were packed and waiting by the time we came downstairs.

The pack house staff had gathered near the entrance, and Bonn was standing at the front of them looking well rested and unbothered for a man who had shattered a wine glass worth of chaos the night before.

He pulled Cecilia into a brief embrace and she let him, though her arms stayed stiff.

"Be a good wife," he told her. "Be a good Luna to his pack."

She said nothing. The look she gave him carried everything she was not saying out loud.

He turned to me and extended his hand. "I trust you."

I shook it. "I will honour the alliance. You have my word."

He nodded, and that was enough between us.

We climbed into the coach. Cecilia moved immediately to the far right side and pressed herself against the door like she was considering whether the moving ground outside was preferable to sharing a seat with me.

I sat on the opposite side and said nothing.

The horses moved and the pack house shrank behind us.

***

I spent the first stretch of the journey turning over the things waiting for me back at the Redwood Pack.

There was a border issue in the northern territory that Grey had sent word about two days ago.

The council meeting I had postponed to attend the ceremony would need to be rescheduled. The alliance terms with Bonn needed to be drawn up formally and reviewed.

My mind was already home before my body got there.

We stopped at midday to eat.

I stepped down from the coach and looked around for Cecilia. She was already seated at a table under a wide tree with a woman I did not recognize, talking in low tones. I walked over.

She did not look up.

The woman beside her did. She had an open, steady face and sharp eyes that assessed me quickly without making it obvious. She smiled and straightened slightly.

"Are you going to introduce me?" I asked.

Cecilia studied her food.

The woman's smile held without any awkwardness. "I am Darcy. The Luna's Beta and personal attendant." A brief pause. "It is good to meet you, Alpha."

"Cassian," I said. "Good to meet you, Darcy."

I looked at Cecilia once more. She was cutting her food with great concentration.

I went back to my own table.

****

We arrived at the Redwood Pack as the evening light was going gold.

The pack had come out to receive us. People lined the path from the gate, flowers being thrown as the coach rolled through, voices calling out greetings.

I watched Cecilia's face through the window. She was taking everything in quietly, her expression closed, eyes moving steadily from one thing to the next. I could not tell what she was thinking.

She got down from the coach before I reached her side to open it.

I had expected that.

We walked into the pack house together, or near enough to together, and she looked around the entrance hall slowly, measuring the space the way I imagined she measured everything, looking for weaknesses, finding the exits, deciding what she thought of it before anyone told her what to think.

The staff bowed as we passed. She acknowledged them with a short nod that was neither warm nor dismissive.

She was going to be a complicated Luna and I already found that interesting.

Grey appeared at my shoulder almost immediately, falling into step beside me.

"Alpha." His voice was low and efficient. "The northern border report came in this morning. I also need to speak with you about the council meeting and there is a matter with the eastern trade agreement that requires your attention before the week is out."

"Tomorrow morning," I said. "All of it."

He nodded and then stopped as we reached the main hall.

I heard her before I saw her.

"Cassian dear."

The voice was bright and warm and familiar in a way that landed differently now that I was walking in with a mate beside me. I turned.

Kattie crossed the hall in three steps and wrapped both arms around me in a full embrace, her chin at my shoulder, squeezing like I had been gone for months.

"Welcome home," she said. "I missed you."

I felt Cecilia go very still beside me.