Chapter 32 · The Bride Can Break a King

"You can end this." Noah's voice cuts through the silence like a blade through silk. "Right here. Right now."

I don't look away from Kael. He's still on the floor where his wolf left him, breathing hard, blood drying dark on his collar. The chain Mom wore—the one his teeth tore apart instead of my throat—is scattered in pieces between us.

"End what?" I ask.

Noah steps closer. He's holding the contract, the real one, the moon-ring document everyone thought was just pretty wolf tradition. "The marriage. The crown. All of it."

Kael's head snaps up. His eyes are still more gold than gray.

"There's a clause," Noah says. "Old law. If the bride names a breach of sacred trust before witnesses at the throne trial, the bond breaks. The king loses his claim."

"And?"

"And Grant Thorne witnessed your mother's death." Noah's jaw tightens. "I've got three people who'll swear he was there the night she fell.