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She would make for the perfect Alpha’s mate.

I CAN’T BE THE ONLY ONE EXPERIENCING A STRONG SENSE OF déjà vu,” Saul says, but no one laughs.

I wouldn’t describe the Northwest seconds as the jolliest of bunches, but they usually tease each other, dish out jabs, and exchange inside jokes that go way over my head.

Tonight, however, the atmosphere in Koen’s cabin is very gothic manor, mid-nineteenth century.

The huddle leaders are on their way. Most of the pack leadership is in attendance, and all agree with Koen’s decision to go after the cult before Irene can strike.

“It’s the same strategy Constantine used,” he says.

“Target the Alpha and the closest seconds,” Amanda recites. “When the pack is trying to regroup, they work their way down.”

“They don’t have the insiders they had back then,” Mai points out. “Or the manpower.”

“The attack might not be as widespread,” Amanda agrees, “but if something happens to Koen?”

“That wouldn’t be ideal. There’s always a slew of cumballs with no leadership experience who decide to try the challenge at the worst possible time.

” Koen leans against the counter and stares into the middle distance.

“It’s not enough, getting Irene. We need to make sure that no Were related to the cult remains free.

Otherwise, two years from now some fuckwaffle who happens to be Constantine’s third cousin will be back with some shitty claim and rile up all the other fuckwaffles. ”

“What are the chances that the Human girl is lying about the weapons?” Jorma asks.

“None,” Koen says. “She adores Serena and wants to see her safe.”

“Easiest solution,” Elle says, “would be to lure as many of them as possible somewhere where we can easily neutralize them. Maybe we could feed them false information that we’re gathering for a leadership meeting.”

“We don’t know the extent of their weapons,” Koen points out. “Last time we underestimated them, and you know what happened.” We meaning his parents. What happened meaning mine.

“And would Irene be that easy to fool?” Colin asks.

Slowly, Koen shakes his head. “She’s deluded but not stupid. She believed that Serena would side with her over the Northwest, and that was shortsighted of her. She won’t make the same mistake twice.”

“Could we use Jess to plant false information?”

Pavel shakes his head. “She’s not being cooperative.”

“We could still use her as bait.”

“Irene doesn’t give a single fuck about her,” Amanda says.

“She cares about me, though.” It’s the first time I speak in the meeting.

Everyone turns to me, and it’s like a floodlight right in my face.

“I’m her niece. Constantine’s daughter.” It’s not news to anyone, but some seconds lower their eyes, like the reminder is hard to swallow.

I don’t blame them one bit. “I’d be bait worth her while.

I could set up a meeting with her, tell her that I changed my mind about the Favored. ”

“She won’t buy it,” Amanda says. “You clearly made your choice.”

“She might even know that we’re using you to lure her there, and turn it against us,” Mai adds.

And they’re right. However. “What if they were to use me as bait?” The question gets me lots of confused stares.

A couple of skeptical I think the halfling is slow glances are exchanged.

“Irene wants Koen gone,” I explain. “She knows that Koen will come for me if I’m taken, because he already has.

She knows that he’ll bring several of his seconds with him, too. It’s the ideal scenario for her.”

Silence. Amanda squints. “I’m not sure I follow?”

“If Irene had me at her disposal right now, she would use me to lure the Northwest leadership to a place where she could easily dispose of you. So let her do that. Let her think that she’s ambushing us, while we are ambushing her .

Like you said, her manpower is limited. She’s going to have to use all her resources on the ambush— ”

“And have none left to pay attention to us.” Saul nods slowly. “This isn’t a bad idea.”

“It isn’t,” Elle concedes. “Except for the small detail that Serena is not with Irene.”

“That might be easy to fix,” Amanda says, sounding on board. “Nele told us where the hideouts are. We could parade Serena near one, someone would snatch her to please Mother Irene, and then— ”

“Enough.”

The entire room falls quiet. Every second’s gaze slips down to their toes, like they’re children being collectively reprimanded for not flushing the toilet.

I guess this is the effect it has— the Alpha’s voice.

Except, Amanda’s eyes bounce back up. It doesn’t surprise me— I’ve always felt that there was something sturdier about her relationship with Koen, something that comes from her being his closest friend.

Maybe that’s why she’s the one with the guts to push against him.

“Koen, this is not some dumb final girl running upstairs plan. Serena knows that Irene is unlikely to harm her. She’s too important to the cult. ”

“Can you guarantee it?”

Amanda looks away, but mutters, “I can’t guarantee anything. I can’t guarantee that Irene’s weapons secretly aren’t embalmed gerbils. But I can make an educated guess.”

“No, you can’t. Not in my pack.” Koen’s voice is harsh, and a hollow, terrible silence follows, in which everyone, including Amanda, performs one of those weird eye genuflections.

I rise to my feet, cross the room, and walk up to him. “It wasn’t Amanda’s idea. It was mine. So if you have something against— ”

“You fucking know I do, killer.”

We’re the only two in the kitchen area, which gives an illusion of privacy. But that’s just it— an illusion. Everyone can listen in. Everyone is . “Do you have a better plan?”

He glares. My heart flutters with fondness, and a bit of sorrow for what I’m about to do to him.

“Clearly, you don’t. This is the best way to keep the pack safe.”

“I’m not letting you— ”

“That’s the thing, Koen. You don’t have to let me. I can do whatever I want. I could walk across the Human border right now, and you couldn’t stop me.”

His jaw tenses. “I am the Alpha of this pack.”

“You are. And everyone else in this room is going to follow your orders. But I won’t.”

Suddenly, he seems larger. Angrier. He towers over me in a new, unfamiliar way, and hisses through clenched teeth, “You are under my command. If I say that I want you here, you’ll fucking stay here. Your plan would put you in danger and out of my protection, and that’s unacceptable.”

“Koen.” I smile.

He leans forward. I should be scared. I’m just not .

“I love you,” I say simply.

His eyes close. “You are mine . My mate. My— ”

“More importantly, you love me . And that’s why you have no authority over me.” I reach up to caress his face with the back of my hand. Let my arm fall limp at my side, suddenly cold.

When I turn around, I meet Amanda’s eyes, and we nod at each other.

THE PLAN FALLS INTO PLACE LIKE A WELL-CHOREOGRAPHED DANCE.

The following day, Amanda and I are escorted to the territory of the easternmost huddle.

Anneke, its leader, meets us under the tall trees on the riverside and welcomes me with a curious tilt of her head.

“I hope you know what you got yourself into,” she tells me.

When Koen and Saul get out of the front seats, she bows her head. “Alpha. I’ll take her from here.”

“Yeah. Give us a minute.”

Anneke and Amanda take a step back, and Saul feels my upper arm for the GPS tracker embedded in my flesh. “Still doesn’t hurt?”

I shake my head.

“Good. It’s a little bit reddened, but that’s for the best, since it’ll make it easier to notice for Irene. If it hurts— ”

“Shut it, Saul,” Koen grumbles. “She’s an adult Were and doesn’t need you fussing over her.”

Saul’s eyebrow perks up. “Excuse me, Alpha . I must have misheard when you threatened to chain her to the radiator to prevent her from stubbing her toe.”

“She is my mate,” Koen snarls. “ I get to treat her like she’s made of mother- of- pearl. You do not.”

Saul hugs me, wishes me good luck, and disappears from Koen’s sight at record speed. Then it’s just us. Across the sky, a bird of prey calls in a loud, descending pitch.

“I should have,” Koen mutters. In the sunlight, his eyes look darker than usual.

“What?”

“Chained you to my fucking radiator. I still could. I will.”

I laugh. “No, you won’t. But I’ll be all right. They don’t know I can shift again. If things get dangerous, I can always run.”

He clenches his teeth. “If anything happens to you, I’m going to— ”

“Kill me, yes. I know the drill by now.” I would love to hug him, but Anneke is right behind me, and she’s part of the Assembly.

I don’t want to make things harder for him.

“I think it’s gonna work, Koen. We’ll get rid of this threat, and we’ll .

. . move on.” I smile. More or less. “Consider it my parting gift to the Northwest.”

“You already gave the Northwest enough.”

I swallow thickly. “I like to think that I simply didn’t take away one of its most attractive features.” It’s not funny. Neither of us is laughing. The pangs in my chest feel more like stab wounds.

“Sure.” He exhales. “I have to go, Serena. Before I chain you somewhere for real.”

I nod, willing away the full, prickling feeling at the back of my throat. Watch Koen spin around and put some distance between us.

But he stops.

Takes a deep, shoulder-heaving breath.

Turns again and marches back to me, taking my face in his palms and pressing our lips together.

It’s a simple, bruising, marking kiss. My fingers grip his wrists, and he smells like we never left his cabin. We’re still in our nest, measuring each other’s breathing. Marveling at how quickly we fall into rhythm.

“Whatever you need, you have to come to me. It’s a fucking order.” His voice is strained. “I don’t care where you are. I don’t care what it is. I want you to promise me that for anything you— ”

“I promise, Koen.”