Chapter 6 - The Brother Who Stole the Crown
The ritual failed because Caleb bit Alaric.
Not metaphorically.
Actually bit him.
Sophia would remember that with satisfaction later.
At the time, everything happened too quickly.
Selene’s magic held Caleb against the stone altar.
Alaric pressed the vial of royal blood into the binding mark.
Moonlight turned silver.
The old temple shook.
Sophia’s partial bond burned.
Caleb shouted.
Not fear.
Pain.
His wolf forced forward.
Half shift.
Claws.
Fangs.
Enough.
When Alaric leaned closer to stabilize the ritual, Caleb tore into his forearm.
Alaric screamed.
The blood vial dropped.
Sophia’s magic reacted.
She did not know how.
She simply wanted the chains gone.
Silver light exploded from her body.
The barrier shattered.
Selene turned.
Shock.
Sophia ran toward Caleb.
Their hands touched.
Everything went white.
The partial bond opened completely for one second.
Not mating.
Something deeper.
Memory.
Sophia saw Caleb at ten years old hiding beneath a council table while his father shouted about war.
Caleb saw Sophia at nine beside her dying mother, promising she would never tell anyone about the moonlight in her hands.
Sophia saw the night Caleb became king.
Alone afterward.
Terrified.
Caleb saw her first winter in the cabin.
Hungry.
Proud.
Free.
Then both saw something neither owned.
Selene.
As a child.
Dragged through snow by Maedra.
Crying for her mother.
Alaric finding them years later.
Promising revenge.
Telling a lonely girl that her sister had been chosen while she had been discarded.
Lie after lie.
The bond broke.
Sophia gasped.
Selene staggered.
“You saw.”
Sophia stared.
“Alaric lied to you.”
“No.”
“He told you Mother chose me.”
Selene’s face went pale.
“He told you she stopped searching.”
“No.”
“I saw.”
“Get out of my head!”
“You were seven when he found you.”
Selene backed away.
“He said Mother knew where I was.”
“She didn’t.”
Alaric clutched his bleeding arm.
“Selene.”
She looked at him.
Sophia whispered, “Ask him.”
Selene’s eyes filled.
“Did Lyra know?”
Alaric said nothing.
That was answer enough.
Selene’s face shattered.
“You said she chose Sophia.”
“I needed you focused.”
“You lied.”
“For the cause.”
Selene laughed brokenly.
“The cause.”
Caleb tore free of the weakened chains.
Ronan’s soldiers entered.
Alaric stepped backward.
Selene stared at him.
“You made me hate my sister.”
“Sophia represents—”
Selene struck him with magic.
Alaric flew across the temple.
Silence.
Sophia stared.
Selene looked at her.
“Do not mistake this for forgiveness.”
“I won’t.”
Caleb reached Sophia.
His hands checked her face, shoulders, arms.
“You’re hurt?”
“No.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
He pulled her against him.
Hard.
Sophia let him.
For several seconds, king and prophecy disappeared.
He simply held her.
Then Selene said, “We need to leave.”
Caleb turned.
“You’re giving orders now?”
“The temple is collapsing.”
Stone fell.
Fair.
They escaped through the eastern passage.
Alaric disappeared during the chaos.
Again.
Sophia wanted to start tying villains to furniture.
Back at Frostmere, Selene became prisoner, guest, sister, and political catastrophe simultaneously.
Caleb wanted guards around her.
Sophia agreed.
Selene was offended.
Everyone considered that healthy.
The next morning, Caleb convened the council.
Selene attended in silver restraints designed to suppress magic.
She hated them.
Sophia hated them too.
But Selene had attacked a fortress.
Consequences.
Mara spread documents across the table.
“The crown binding can be broken.”
Caleb looked at her.
“How?”
“Voluntary renunciation.”
Silence.
One council lord laughed.
“Impossible.”
Caleb stared.
The man stopped.
Mara continued.
“If the ruling Alpha voluntarily gives up hereditary magical authority, the ward bond passes to the territories collectively.”
Sophia understood.
“The old blood rule ends.”
“Yes.”
Caleb looked at the map.
“What happens to the kingdom?”
“Politically?”
“Yes.”
“Chaos.”
Ronan muttered, “Wonderful.”
Mara continued.
“The crown could remain symbolic or elective.”
Council erupted.
“No.”
“Unthinkable.”
“Centuries of law—”
Caleb raised one hand.
Silence.
Sophia watched him.
He could keep everything.
Defeat Alaric.
Reclaim throne.
Bond no one.
Return to the old order.
Or end the magical power his family had abused.
Selene watched too.
“Would you?” she asked.
Caleb looked at her.
“Would I what?”
“Give it up.”
He was quiet.
“I don’t know.”
Selene smiled bitterly.
“There.”
Sophia frowned.
“He is allowed to think.”
“You defend him.”
“I defend choice.”
Selene looked away.
Later, Sophia found Caleb alone on the battlement.
Snow fell lightly.
“You’re thinking.”
“Yes.”
“Dangerous.”
He smiled faintly.
“You stole that from me.”
“I improve things.”
He looked toward the mountains.
“If I renounce the crown wards, civil war may follow.”
“Yes.”
“If I don’t, Selene’s argument remains.”
“Yes.”
He glanced at her.
“You are unhelpful.”
“You don’t need me to tell you what to do.”
Caleb leaned against the stone.
“My father believed being king meant deciding what everyone else needed.”
Sophia listened.
“Alaric believes the same.”
“Yes.”
“Selene too.”
“Yes.”
Caleb looked at her.
“What if leadership always becomes that?”
“It doesn’t have to.”
“How?”
“Ask.”
He frowned.
“Ask who?”
“Everyone.”
Caleb laughed.
“That is inefficient.”
“Democracy often is.”
“Democracy?”
“Village councils choose elders.”
“Villages choose arguments.”
“Same thing.”
He smiled.
Sophia stepped closer.
“You don’t have to decide the kingdom’s future alone.”
His expression changed.
Nobody had told him that before.
She saw it.
“You really thought you did.”
“Yes.”
“Caleb.”
“My father said a crown is lonely because responsibility cannot be shared.”
“Your father sounds exhausting.”
“He was.”
“Maybe he was wrong.”
Caleb looked down.
Sophia touched his hand.
“You can share responsibility without surrendering leadership.”
He squeezed her fingers.
“Stay.”
She looked up.
“With you?”
“In the north.”
“Political invitation?”
“No.”
“Mate invitation?”
His eyes warmed.
“Personal.”
Sophia smiled.
“I’m considering.”
“That is cruel.”
“Probably.”
The moment ended when Ronan rushed onto the battlement.
“My King.”
Caleb sighed.
“Why does everyone ruin good moments?”
Ronan ignored that.
“Capital messenger.”
“What?”
He handed Caleb a sealed declaration.
Caleb read.
His face changed.
Sophia took it.
Royal Council of Northwatch hereby recognizes Prince Adrian Whitmore as lawful Alpha King following the presumed death and subsequent magical corruption of Caleb Whitmore.
Sophia frowned.
“Prince Adrian?”
Caleb whispered, “My brother.”
She looked at him.
“You have a brother?”
“You never asked.”
“This family keeps generating relatives.”
Ronan looked grim.
“Adrian returned from the eastern territories yesterday.”
Caleb stared at the declaration.
“He knew I was alive.”
“Apparently.”
Sophia asked, “You trust him?”
Caleb’s silence answered.
Ronan continued.
“Adrian claims your Moonkeeper bond has compromised your judgment.”
Selene laughed.
“Smart.”
Caleb looked at her.
“What?”
“If Alaric cannot control the throne, use your brother.”
Sophia asked, “Where is Alaric?”
Ronan’s face tightened.
“In Northwatch.”
Of course.
Caleb crushed the declaration in his fist.
“My brother gave him sanctuary.”
Selene whispered, “Adrian always hated you.”
Caleb turned sharply.
“You knew him?”
She smiled.
“Very well.”
Sophia saw something pass between them.
Bad.
“How well?”
Selene looked toward Caleb.
“When I came to court as Sera Vale…”
She paused.
“Adrian was the one who knew who I really was.”
Caleb went still.
“And?”
Selene’s voice softened.
“He helped Alaric curse you.”
Silence.
Sophia looked at Caleb.
His face had become empty.
Brother.
Betrayal.
Crown.
Again.
Ronan said quietly, “There’s more.”
Caleb looked at him.
“Adrian announced his mating ceremony.”
Sophia’s stomach tightened.
“To whom?”
Ronan looked at Selene.
“Her.”
Everyone froze.
Selene laughed once.
“No.”
Ronan handed her the second declaration.
The words were clear.
King Adrian Whitmore will complete the Moon Crown Bond with Selene Hartwell at the next full moon.
Selene stared.
Sophia whispered, “He doesn’t need you to agree.”
Mara’s earlier warning returned.
For a true mate bond, yes.
For crown binding, royal blood is enough.
Selene’s face went pale.
“He’s going to force it.”
Caleb looked toward Northwatch.
The full moon was three nights away.
If Adrian completed the ritual with Selene, hereditary royal power would become nearly impossible to break.
And Alaric would win.
Caleb’s jaw tightened.
“We take the capital.”
Ronan nodded.
Sophia looked at him.
“With how many soldiers?”
“Enough.”
Selene laughed bitterly.
“No.”
Everyone turned.
“You attack Northwatch, Adrian kills the Moonkeeper prisoners.”
Sophia froze.
“What?”
Selene closed her eyes.
“He has them.”
“The southern camps?”
“Yes.”
“You lied before?”
“I knew only part.”
Sophia’s anger surged.
“How many?”
“Three hundred.”
Silence.
Caleb looked between the sisters.
The choice was impossible.
Attack.
Risk hundreds.
Wait.
Lose the crown forever.
Sophia whispered, “There has to be another way.”
Selene looked at her.
“There is.”
Caleb’s eyes narrowed.
“What?”
Selene met his gaze.
“You surrender.”
Silence.
She continued.
“Adrian wants legitimacy more than your death.”
Caleb laughed coldly.
“You have known him badly.”
“He wants you publicly broken.”
Sophia understood.
“A prisoner.”
“Yes.”
Selene looked at Caleb.
“If he has you, he releases the Moonkeepers.”
Caleb stared.
“You expect me to trust that?”
“No.”
She looked toward Sophia.
“But I know what Adrian wants most.”
“What?”
Selene’s face hardened.
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“To make Sophia watch you kneel.”
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