ログインNaya’s POV The kiss exploded through me like fire. Nothing soft nor gentle as if always known with Zane. It carried everything at once. The heat that spread into my body, the longing that suddenly came with instant relief The moment my lips touched Zane’s, something inside me shattered completely. The connection between us surged violently, sending electrifying warmth across my entire body. And Goddess… For one terrifying second… I wanted more. Not just more! I wanted everything. My body reacted before my mind could even catch up. I wanted his hands on me. Roaming through every arching part of my body.. I wanted him closer, needed him to pull me beneath him until I forgot every painful thing that existed outside this room. I wanted his mouth everywhere on my body.. I wanted him to touch every part of me that had been aching for him since the moment I left Moonveil. My pulse throbbed wildly. The image came so vividly into my head that it nearly stole my breath. Zane
Naya’s POV The moment I stepped into the house, the memories came rushing back harder than before. It wasn’t just a feeling anymore. It was vivid. Painfully vivid. I could see my mother. She was walking into a massive house with little me in her arms, smiling softly while my father hovered around her excitedly. The same way Zane had been hovering around me since we arrived. The entire place had been decorated beautifully to welcome her home. Flowers. Lights. Maids lined up in rows. Voices chanting greetings with smiles on their faces. Everything looked so similar that it made my chest tighten painfully. It felt like I was standing in two places at once. The present and the past colliding together inside my head. I stared around the grand hall quietly while those memories continued flashing against reality like shadows layered over each other. My father’s smile. My mother’s tired but happy face. Little me reaching toward the chandeliers overhead. Then… “Hey… Naya?”
Naya’s POVI stared down at my child’s face, completely lost in him.It was strange… the way something so small could hold so much weight inside my chest.His tiny features.The soft rise and fall of his breathing.The faint curl of his lips like he was dreaming of something peaceful.For a moment…just one fragile moment… it felt like time had folded in on itself.And instead of seeing my son…I saw my father.“Arthur…” I whispered softly.The name slipped out before I could stop it.It felt right.Too right.Like it had been waiting inside me all along.I lifted my gaze slowly to Winnie, who stood nearby holding him carefully, her eyes warm and full of quiet understanding.“Arthur?” she repeated gently, a small smile forming on her lips.I nodded.“Arthur.”Before anything else could be said…The door suddenly flew open.I flinched, startled, my heart jumping slightly as I turned toward the entrance.Nikolas stepped in first, his usual calm smile already in place.And then…Zane.He
Naya’s POVI sit on the edge of the hospital bed like I’m afraid it might disappear beneath me if I move too fast.My son is warm in my arms.So small. So real.His tiny fingers curl and uncurl against my shawl as if he’s already trying to understand the world he just arrived into. His eyes…those eyes… hits me every time I look at him. They are mine. Exactly mine. But his hair… soft, dark, stubborn little strands that refuse to lie flat… that part is Zane.It’s almost cruel how perfectly he’s split between us.Beautiful in a way that hurts.I trace a finger lightly along his cheek, and he makes a tiny sound.. barely a breath, barely life announcing itself. And still, it shakes something loose inside me.My mother should have been here.That thought comes without warning, sharp and clean like glass slipping under skin.She should have walked into this ward with that proud smile she always wore when she was trying not to cry. She should have looked at me like I had done something miracu
Zane’s POVThe entire pack house had been thrown into chaos since morning.Servants moved in and out carrying decorations, flowers, gifts from neighboring packs, expensive fabrics, baskets, and enough baby items to fill an entire wing.Yet somehow, despite all the movement around me, my attention remained fixed on one thing only.The nursery.I stood in the middle of the room adjusting the final piece above the crib myself while two decorators waited nervously nearby, probably wondering why their Alpha refused to let them do their jobs.“Move it slightly left,” I instructed one of them.The man quickly obeyed.“No… too much.”He adjusted it again.“Perfect.”I stepped back, folding my arms as I examined the room carefully.Soft silver and dark blue curtains.A carved wooden crib.Tiny shelves already stacked with toys Winnie had somehow managed to buy half the city for.I still couldn’t believe I had a son.The thought alone felt unreal.The door behind me opened and Nikolas walked in
Zane’s POV The moment the nurse walked in carrying the baby, I stood up instinctively. Like my body moved on its own. I found myself beside Naya almost immediately, my eyes locked on the tiny child bundled carefully in soft blankets. And for a second… I forgot how to breathe. He had Naya’s silver curls. Tiny soft strands resting against his head exactly like hers. But the rest… The rest was me. His skin was lighter like mine, and when he slowly blinked open his eyes for a brief moment, I saw my own brown pupils staring back at the world. A perfect mix of us. A living reminder that somehow, despite all the chaos, all the pain, all the destruction— Naya had entered my life and changed it forever. I stood there silently while she cradled him carefully in her arms, her entire expression softening in ways I had never seen before. And before I realized it… A tear escaped my eyes. I quickly looked away, swallowing hard. Because the truth was… I hadn’t expected him to survi
Zane’s POVThe moment I left the clinic, rage burned through my veins like wildfire.Every step I took through the castle corridors echoed with the same thought in my head.Louise.That bastard had no business being anywhere near Naya.Yet somehow he had slithered into her room like a snake, whispe
Naya’s POVMy eyes flickered open slowly.The first thing I saw was Zane.He was standing at the door, one hand wrapped around the knob as if he had been about to leave. But his face wasn’t turned toward the door.It was turned toward me.He looked frozen.Like someone who had been caught between s
Zane’s POVI tightened the lace of my boot with more force than necessary.The leather strained under my fingers, but it wasn’t the boot I was fighting.It was the audacity.High Priest Frostveil thought he could walk into my territory and blackmail my elders into bending the law for his daughter.
Naya’s POV The steam from my shower still lingered in the room when I stepped out, wrapping a towel tightly around my body. My hair dripped down my back in dark strands, water trailing slowly over my shoulders. For a moment, everything felt calm. Quiet. Like maybe I could pretend the duel wasn’







