Chapter 104: The Kingdom Will Never Accept
(MAYA)
The great hall is transford. Chandeliers cast a golden glow over the assembled nobility, their finery glittering in the light. I stand to the side, feeling out of place.
The ceremony itself is brief but powerful.
Griffin stands before the throne, his silver hair gleaming in the candlelight, his shoulders straight and proud as the elders reaffirm his right to rule. When the ancient crown is placed upon his head, a collective sigh passes through the assembly. He is every inch a king, powerful, commanding, born to lead.
And I am the human scientist who sohow ended up in his orbit.
The formal reception that follows is even more uncomfortable. I hover near the edges of the room, watching as nobles pay their respects to their newly crowned king. Griffin is surrounded constantly, barely visible through the press of bodies eager to curry favor.
Occasionally, I catch glimpses of him: his profile as he leans down to hear soone speak, the flash of his hand as he gestures, the rigid set of his shoulders that suggests he’s as uncomfortable with all this pomp as I am.
And then I see her. Aria, resplendent in her erald gown, sohow maneuvered her way to Griffin’s side. She places her hand on his arm and leans close to whisper sothing in his ear. He doesn’t pull away.
"Quite the spectacle, isn’t it?" Erik’s voice startles
from my observations.
"It’s certainly elaborate."
"Shifters love their rituals." He hands
a glass of sothing that slls potent. "Especially ones that involve affirming the hierarchy."
I take a sip and cough as the liquid burns down my throat. "What is this?"
"Sothing to take the edge off." He watches
over the rim of his own glass. "You looked like you could use it."
"That obvious, huh?"
"Only to soone who’s been watching." His gaze shifts to where Griffin stands, now engaged in conversation with several elders, and still with Aria at his side. "My brother is being an idiot."
I’m silent.
Griffin has yet to approach , despite what he wrote on the card. Not once have his eyes searched the room for . His attention is all on Aria, and it makes my aching heart beat like a painful drum.
The music changes, signaling the start of the formal dances. I straighten up, rembering his promise, and then my blood goes cold. Griffin leads Aria onto the floor, his movents stiff and ceremonial as they begin the traditional steps. Other couples join them, including Locke and Corrine, who move with the easy synchronicity of long-ti partners.
"Would you like to dance?" Erik offers his hand, his eyes kind.
"I don’t know the steps."
"Neither do I, really." He grins. "I spent most of my dancing lessons sneaking out to the training yards."
His attempt to cheer
up is touching, but as I watch Griffin and Aria glide across the floor, a weight settles in my chest. She fits so perfectly into his world. Her hand in his, her smile practiced and poised, her every movent speaking of generations of breeding and training.
"I think I need so air." I hand my barely touched drink back to Erik. "Please excuse ."
I make my way through the crowd, ignoring the curious stares and whispered comnts that follow in my wake. The terrace provides temporary refuge, the cool night air soothing against my heated skin. Below, the palace gardens stretch out, bathed in moonlight. I can hear the music continuing inside, the laughter and conversation a distant hum.
I don’t know how long I stand there before I notice the voices coming from a partially open door farther along the terrace.
Griffin’s deep tones, followed by Erik’s more animated ones. Without thinking, I move closer.
"—completely insane!" Erik sounds furious. "You can’t just ignore a fated bond, Griffin. It doesn’t work that way!"
"I’ve made my decision." Griffin’s voice is cold, controlled in a way I’ve never heard before. "Maya will never be my mate."
The words hit
like a physical blow, driving the air from my lungs. I grasp the terrace railing to steady myself as Griffin’s words echo in my ears.
"I’ve made my decision. Maya will never be my mate."
My vision blurs as tears threaten to spill. The beautiful red dress he chose suddenly feels like a cruel joke, a prop in a play where I foolishly believed I had the leading role. My mother’s words about love and vulnerability mock
now.
"This is about more than just your feelings," Erik hisses. "The mate bond isn’t sothing you can simply decide to ignore because it’s inconvenient!"
"It’s precisely because of my position that I must make this decision," Griffin replies, his voice devoid of emotion. "A human queen? The kingdom would never accept it. Tonight proves that."
"So, you’ll fuck her when you feel like it, build her hopes up, but when it cos to actually claiming her—"
"Enough, Erik!"
I don’t wait to hear more. Moving silently along the terrace, I slip through a side door and hurry down a deserted corridor. My chest feels hollow, my heartbeat pounding in my ears. The palatial halls that once seed grand now feel suffocating. I need to get out.
I find refuge in a small alcove in the gardens, hidden away from prying eyes.
No tears fall, a cold numbness piercing . Of course, he chose Aria. Why wouldn’t he? She’s perfect in every way. Griffin had his chance to announce
tonight, to dance with
as promised, but instead he chose Aria—soone who fits his world effortlessly.
But why lead
on?
Hours pass as I sit alone in the darkness. The sounds of the celebration gradually dim as guests depart. Eventually, I see movent at the palace entrance—Griffin, Locke, and Erik erge in tactical gear, surrounded by ard guards. The search party. Jerry is also with them. He never ntioned he was going. They’re leaving for the facility without saying goodbye.
I watch from the shadows as they shift into their wolf forms. Not once does Griffin look back at the palace, as if he had already put
behind him. The convoy disappears into the night, leaving
truly alone.
Dawn finds
still in the garden, numb and exhausted. I make my way back to my mother’s cottage, rehearsing how I’ll explain my tear-stained face and crumpled dress. But as I round the last bend in the path, my heart stops.
Flas engulf the cottage, orange and angry against the pale morning sky. Palace guards rush about with water buckets, but it’s clear they’re fighting a losing battle. The structure is already half collapsed.
"Mom!" I scream, running toward the inferno. Strong arms catch
mid-stride. "You can’t go in there," a guard says grimly. "It’s too late."
"My mother—"
"I’m sorry, Dr. Sorin."
The world is spinning around . I sink to my knees on the dewy grass, watching helplessly as everything I had left burns to the ground. Teresa, our neighbor, weeps quietly nearby, explaining through broken sobs that she’d checked on my mother as promised but left after dinner when Mom seed fine.
"We don’t know how it started," soone says. "It spread so quickly..."
But a cold certainty settles in my stomach. This was no accident. The timing is too perfect—first, the palace is distracted by the ceremony, and then the search mission; Griffin and his strongest fighters are away from the grounds. Soone wanted
vulnerable and alone.
"Where is Corrine?"
"Queen Locke departed earlier this evening. She was unwell."
"I see," I mumble.
Hours blur together as officials ask questions I barely register answering. By mid-afternoon, I stand before the charred remains of the cottage, still wearing the red dress from last night, now smudged with soot and tears. My mother’s body, or whatever remained of it, has been taken away.
"Has word been sent to the king?" I ask hollowly.
The official standing by my side nods. "He’s not returning."
The grief absorbs this new shockwave. I guess I’m only good enough to fuck and leave. My lips curve humorlessly. "I see. I want to bury my mother’s remains. And then—"
"Would you like a change of clothing?"
I stare down at the soot-stained dress, the diamonds still clinging to my skin. I rip off the jewelry and put it in his hand. "Give this to Griff—His Majesty. Get
so clothes. You can burn the dress for all I care. And I need a phone."
"Yes, Dr. Sorin."
He hurries away, and I stare at the remains of the cottage.
I am truly alone now. No mother. No, Griffin, not that he was ever really mine to begin with. No ho. Just ashes and a cold, empty future.
"Dr. Sorin?" A palace ssenger approaches hesitantly. "We’ve prepared chambers for you in the east wing."
"No," I say, surprising myself with the firmness in my voice. "I won’t be staying."
"But His Majesty—"
"He doesn’t want
to stay, either."
I walk away from the ruins, my decision crystallizing with each step. There’s nothing left for
here except pain and rejection. The lab, my research, it all feels hollow now. What was I thinking, trying to find a place in a world that doesn’t want ?
The official is waiting for
with fresh clothes. Teresa lets
change in her cottage. I listen to her talking about my mother, but my heart is numb. I have nothing left. No belongings, nothing.
I should reach out to Corrine and tell her what happened, but sothing stops . I’m so tired. My heart feels like sobody has sliced it to shreds.
I write one note and only one. To Griffin.
You were right. I will never be your mate. I helped you escape captivity. To return that favor, all I ask is for one thing: Don’t look for .
I give the ssage to Teresa to deliver to Griffin when he returns.
By nightfall, my mother’s remains are in a small urn in my suitcase, her brooch on my sweater, as I sit on a bus, leaving the palace far behind.
For the first ti in my life, I am all alone.
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