Chapter 18: Chapter 18: The Smile That Doesn’t Reach

Chapter 18 : The Smile That Doesn’t Reach

LIORA POV

The east hall smelled faintly of cedar and hot iron from the hearth.

My family was waiting inside.

The doors opened.

For a second, I couldn’t move.

They stood near the hearth like nothing had happened. Like I hadn’t been sent here to die. Like my life hadn’t been traded over tea and polite conversation.

My father was laughing at something the visiting Alpha said. My mother stood beside him, nodding in agreement, her hand resting lightly on his arm like the perfect Luna. Ivy stood a little behind them, hands folded in front of her, posture straight, composed.

My family. The people who sold me.

My fingers curled slowly into my palms, nails biting into skin. I forced them to relax before I stepped forward.

"Father," I said.

He turned, smiling the way he used to when guests were around. "Liora."

Not my daughter, not child, Just my name.

He walked toward me and opened his arms. I let him hug me. His scent was familiar. Home. Safety. It almost made me sick.

"You look well," he said, pulling back to study me.

Of course I do. I’m alive. That must be disappointing.

"I am," I said

My mother stepped forward next. Her hands cupped my face briefly. "You’ve lost weight."

You would know. You counted what I was worth before you sent me away.

"I’ve been adjusting," I said.

She nodded like that made sense. Like this was a normal marriage. Like I hadn’t been handed to a man with orders to kill me.

Ivy approached last, She smiled softly. "Sister."

The word scraped.

She hugged me. Her arms wrapped around me carefully, almost tender.

I remembered the night I accepted the marriage. I remembered telling myself I would do it for them. For Father’s standing. For Mother’s peace. For Ivy’s future.

I remembered thinking if I went quietly, maybe they would be safe.

Turns out, I wasn’t protecting them. They were protecting themselves.

"I’ve missed you," Ivy whispered.

My throat tightened. For one reckless second, I wanted to shove her away. I wanted to ask her how much I cost. I wanted to demand whether she ever once hesitated.

Instead, I hugged her back.

"I’ve missed you too," I said smoothly.

The lie slid out effortlessly.

We sat together near the hearth. Tea was served. Small pastries arranged perfectly.

My father resumed his conversation with the other Alpha, occasionally glancing at me as if checking that I was behaving properly.

My mother leaned closer. "Are they treating you well?"

The question almost made me laugh.

Are they treating me better than you did?

"Yes," I said calmly. "The pack has been... accommodating."

Ivy’s eyes studied me carefully. Not affectionately. Assessing.

"Do you lack anything?" she asked. "You can tell us."

I lack a family.

"No," I replied. "I have everything I need."

My mother reached for my hand. I stiffened before I could stop myself. She noticed. Her grip tightened slightly.

"We worried," she said.

Worried I might survive?

I forced myself to soften. "You didn’t have to."

My father cleared his throat. "This alliance is important."

Alliance, That was the word he used.

Not marriage. Not union. Alliance.

"I understand," I said.

Of course I do. I was the offering.

Silence settled briefly. I felt it building in my chest , the anger, the hurt, the need to expose them. To tell them I knew. That I heard. That I understood exactly what they had done.

My heart started pounding. Say it. Ask them why.

Ask if they ever loved you. I swallowed it.

Not yet.

They didn’t know I knew. And that was the only advantage I had.

Ivy leaned forward slightly.

"You look different," Ivy said.

"How?"

"Stronger."

I met her gaze. "People change."

Especially when they survive being betrayed.

She smiled faintly. "I’m sorry we didn’t reach out sooner. It’s been... difficult."

Difficult. I held her eyes.

"It must have been," I said.

My mother’s gaze flickered to the pendant at my throat. "That necklace suits you."

I touched it lightly. "It was thoughtful."

She smiled, but something in her eyes sharpened for a second before smoothing again. I stored that away.

Ivy shifted the subject. "The ceremony tonight will be overwhelming. Wolves everywhere. Displays. Runs." Her tone was casual. "Are you prepared?"

"I’ll manage."

She tilted her head. "You can’t shift."

There it was. Not cruel. Just factual.

"I don’t need to shift to stand," I replied calmly.

She watched me carefully, waiting for a crack but there wouldn’t be one.

"I can help you get ready," Ivy offered. "You shouldn’t face tonight alone, I’m here for you."

I almost laughed at that. Alone is exactly how you left me.

"That’s kind," I said, voice steady, "but Elara will help me."

Ivy didn’t react immediately. Then she reached for a folded bundle beside her.

"I brought this for you," she said. "I had it made. I thought... you should wear something from home."

Home. The word twisted inside me.

She held out the garment , soft fabric, carefully stitched, delicate work along the edges. She must have planned this. Thought about it.

I took it.

"Thank you," I said.

Our fingers brushed briefly. Her touch was warm.

I wondered if it ever trembled when she agreed to send me away.

Elara stepped forward and took the outfit from my hands.

"We’ll make sure she’s ready," Elara said politely.

Ivy smiled. "I’m sure you will. Please take care of my sister"

They stayed a little longer. More small talk. More polite lies. My father eventually excused himself to continue his discussion with the visiting Alpha.

My mother kissed my cheek before leaving.

Ivy lingered a second.

"I’m glad you’re well," she said quietly.

I met her gaze. I’m not.

"I’m glad too," I answered.

She left and the door closed. The smile fell from my face instantly.

My hands started shaking.

I walked toward the window and braced both palms against the sill. My chest felt tight, like something was clawing from the inside.

They stood there and looked at me like nothing had happened. Like they hadn’t chosen reputation over me.

Like they hadn’t agreed to let a man end my life to preserve their standing.

And I had hugged them. I let out a slow breath.

Not yet.

They don’t know you know. That matters.

"Elara," I said quietly.

" my lady"

"Help me get ready."

If they wanted a Luna, I would give them one.

Perfect. Composed. Untouchable.

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Later — In the Gardens

Ivy walked alone along the stone path behind the main hall. She stopped near the fountain when another figure stepped out from the shade.

Isolde.

They studied each other briefly.

"You must be..."

"Ivy "

"I received your letter," Isolde said.

Ivy nodded once. "I assumed you would."

"You’re bold."

"I’m practical."

A faint smile curved Isolde’s lips. "You believe we want the same thing."

"I know we do."

"And what is that?" Isolde asked.

Ivy’s expression remained calm. "Stability."

Isolde huffed softly. "That’s not the word I would use."

"It’s the polite one."

Silence stretched between them.

"You’re certain?" Isolde pressed.

"She doesn’t suspect," Ivy replied.

"And Kael?"

Ivy’s eyes hardened slightly. "He’s distracted."

Isolde considered that.

"You understand," Isolde said slowly, "that once this begins, there is no reversing it."

"I’m aware."

"You could walk away."

"I won’t."

Isolde stepped closer. "Why?"

Ivy didn’t hesitate. "Because I have nothing to lose," Ivy said.

"And when you become Luna, you’ll help secure my position in Ebonvale."

Isolde studied her for a long moment. Then she extended her hand.

"What do you say?" she asked.

Ivy looked at the offered hand. Then she took it.

"You’re right," she said quietly. "We both want the same thing."

Their hands tightened in agreement.

The fountain continued to fall, steady and indifferent.

Inside the pack house, the ceremony preparations had already begun.

And somewhere above them, Liora was getting dressed for a night she would not walk away from unchanged.