The Alpha Heir’s Reckoning at Pinecrest Lodge

Four winters had passed since Selene Frostveil severed our bond without warning. I encountered her again at a territory gathering during the Moon Festival.

Once everyone had settled into their seats around the great wooden table, someone suggested we play a game of truth-or-dare—pack style, where lies could be scented.

Selene drew the first challenge. Truth.

"In your last courtship, what was the wisest decision you made?"

Her pale eyes flickered toward me, and a slow smile curved across her lips.