Se connecter"You're taller than the pictures."Phineas didn't turn around. He didn't have to. That voice—soft, melodic, like a blade wrapped in velvet—had lived in the back of his throat for twenty years. It was the sound of a lullaby that ended in a scream."The pictures were of a child you abandoned." Phineas adjusted the black diamond cufflink on his wrist. His hands didn't shake. He wouldn't give her that. "The man standing in front of you is the King of this house. Who gave you permission to enter the private gallery?""I don't need permission to walk through my own history, Phineas."He turned then. She stood by the window, the moonlight catching the silver embroidery of her gown. She looked exactly like the portrait in the attic. Not a day older. Not a single gray hair. Her eyes were the same stormy gray as Solomon’s, but there was no shadow in them. Only the cold, flat shine of a predator."You died in the Great Fire." Phineas stepped into the light. "I saw the urn. I saw the memorial.""
"He's bleeding. Why won't he stop bleeding?"Phineas shoved the heavy oak door open. The nursery smelled like ozone and copper. In the center of the room, six-year-old Abram was shaking. His small fists were clenched so hard his knuckles had burst. At his feet, a veteran maid lay curled in a ball, her shoulder a jagged mess of teeth marks and shredded wool."Abram, look at me." Phineas stepped forward.The boy turned. His eyes weren't the soft gray of his father's. They were a burning, sightless gold. A low vibration rattled his chest—not a growl, but the sound of a machine breaking under its own power. He didn't see his mother. He saw a target."Get her out of here," Phineas barked at the guards hovering in the hallway. "Now!"They scrambled. They dragged the sobbing woman out. Phineas didn't look back. He kept his eyes on the boy. Abram’s skin was flushing a deep, angry red. Sweat soaked his hair, sticking it to his forehead in dark clumps."I didn't... Mother, it hurts." Abram’s vo
"Bon appétit, Clement." Phineas leaned back, his black diamond crown catching the flickering candlelight of the dining hall.Clement stared at the silver platter. His hands shook. Dirt was still caked under his fingernails from the slums, a sharp contrast to the embroidered white tablecloth. On the plate sat a small, heap of blue-tinted microchips, shimmering like cold glass."I can't eat this." Clement’s voice was a dry rasp. He looked at the guards standing by the door, then at Lucian, who stood behind Phineas like a silent mountain of muscle and scars. "Phineas, please. I’m your brother. I was just trying to survive.""You were trying to sell our father's blood secrets to the Zurich labs." Phineas picked up a crystal glass of wine. He didn't drink. He watched the way Clement’s throat bobbed. "You were trying to auction off the very thing that makes us Aurelius. My blood. Solomon's blood. The foundation of the throne you once coveted.""They offered me fifty million." Clement wiped
"You're late." Phineas adjusted the heavy, black diamond crown. The edges bit into his scalp. He didn't care."The Northern gates were frozen shut." Lucian stood behind the throne, a shadow in a high-collared military tunic. The silver collar was a hidden weight beneath the fabric. "I had to melt them. With a little help.""Did the boys eat?" Phineas kept his eyes on the massive oak doors at the end of the hall."Abram is currently trying to shift into a bear because he thinks it'll make him taller." Lucian leaned down. His breath was hot against Phineas’s ear. "Solomon is... waiting. He’s been in the garden. Watching the shadows move."The doors burst open. Five men marched in. They wore furs, leather, and the arrogance of Alphas who had never been told no. The Great Pack Alphas. They stopped at the center of the hall, their heavy boots echoing against the marble."Phineas Aurelius." The man in the center stepped forward. Marcus. Alpha of the Western Ridge. "The interim is over. We a
"Put it on me, Phineas." Lucian’s voice was a jagged rasp, swallowed by the roar of the downpour.Phineas stared at the silver band in his palm. It was cold. Heavier than it looked. The rain slicked the polished metal, making it gleam like a predator’s tooth under the bruised purple of the eclipse. He looked at the man kneeling in the freezing sludge. The General. The Butcher. The man who had turned the ballroom floor into a lake of red was now shivering in the dirt, his head bowed low enough for the mud to coat his chin."You realize what this is, Lucian?" Phineas gripped the collar. His knuckles were white. "This isn't a game. It’s not for the cameras or the Council. If I click this lock, the General dies. You become a ghost in my house. You don't speak. You don't eat. You don't breathe unless I tell you the air is yours.""I told you." Lucian looked up. Rainwater streamed into his eyes, but he didn't blink. "I don't want the air. I want you. Mark me. Take the strength you're so afr
"Put it on me." Lucian’s voice was a low vibration, barely audible over the lashing rain.Phineas stared at the heavy silver band in his palm. It was cold. Brutally heavy. The "Silk Shackles" weren't a metaphor anymore; the polished metal glinted with a cruel, mocking light against the gray sky. He looked down at the man who had turned the ballroom into a slaughterhouse just hours ago. Lucian was knee-deep in the freezing muck of the border, his broad shoulders hunched, his head bowed."You're insane, Lucian." Phineas’s fingers curled around the metal. "You’re the General. The pack is terrified of you. If they see you like this—""Let them see." Lucian looked up. Rainwater channeled down the deep scars on his face, dripping off his jaw into the mud. His amber eyes weren't predatory now. They were wide. Fixed. "Arthur rejected you because he was a coward who feared a human’s shadow. I submit to you because you are the only thing in this rotting world worth a damn. I am your monster, Ph
"Get the Omega to the panic room. Now!"The command barked through the intercom, followed by the jagged screech of metal on metal. The penthouse lights flickered, died, and then bled into a hellish crimson as the emergency power kicked in. Outside the floor to ceiling windows, a distant explosion b
"Did you think it was a coincidence?"Lucian’s voice didn't just fill the room. It crushed the air out of it. He stepped over the threshold, his shadow stretching across the floor until it swallowed the desk and the glowing screen. The glass in the windows rattled in their frames. A low, subsonic h
"Wear it. Now."The watch on the nightstand gleamed like a polished bone. Titanium. Heavy. Beside it lay a note with jagged, aggressive script: Wear this. I need to know your heart still beats.I sat up, the silk sheets sliding off my naked chest. The bedroom was a goddamn cathedral of glass and co
"Oh, for the love of—sir, you’ve got to stop looking at that wall like it’s going to grow a personality. It’s Italian marble. It’s expensive. It’s boring."Wells bustled into the room like a blue jay in a hurricane. His hair was a mess of bleach-blond spikes, and he held a tablet like it was a holy







