로그인Aella POVThe bond pulsed sharply.Closer.My breath caught as the silver-blue portal shimmered violently for a moment before stabilizing once more. I could feel Sol approaching through the connection now, steady and determined, carrying multiple presences with him.Then—The portal opened fully.Sol stepped through first.And behind him—Beatriz.Pamela.Marcus.The moment Pamela crossed the threshold into the clearing, she froze.Her eyes landed directly on me.Or more specifically—On my stomach.My pregnancy belly was no longer small enough to hide beneath flowing fabric. The sanctuary had accelerated the babies’ growth, and even though I had not gained much weight elsewhere, the curve of my stomach was unmistakable now.Pamela gasped softly, her hand flying to her mouth.“Oh my God…”Emotion flooded through the bond instantly as Sol moved closer to me, instinctively positioning himself at my side.Marcus looked equally stunned, though far quieter about it.Beatriz, however—Beatr
Aella POVI felt the bond stretch the moment Sol stepped through the portal.Not painfully.Not dangerously.But undeniably.The connection between us pulled taut like a living thread, extending through the silver-blue doorway as he crossed back into the castle. I could still feel him—his heartbeat, the cold flame within him, the steady determination radiating through the bond—but there was distance now.Real distance.And yet—The connection did not weaken.If anything, it became clearer.More deliberate.Like we were finally using something that had always existed between us.The portal shimmered before me, silver and blue light intertwining with the iridescent darkness flowing from my heart. The clearing around us glowed softly in response, the jeweled flowers trembling faintly as power spread through the sanctuary itself.My essence watched the portal carefully before turning toward me.“The sanctuary is changing,” she said softly.I frowned slightly. “Because of us?”She nodded.
Aella POVI turned toward my essence, the urgency returning all at once now that Sol was finally here with me.“How do we do this?” I asked. “Because we need to grant access right now.”The moment the words left my mouth, both essences exchanged a look.Not worried.Knowing.My essence stepped forward first, the shimmering air around her shifting softly with every movement.“The sanctuary cannot be reached blindly,” she explained. “Not even now.”I frowned slightly.“Then how do we bring someone here?”“You anchor them.”The answer came from Sol’s essence.I turned toward him.“To open the sanctuary to another person,” he continued calmly, “one of you must remain connected to it while the other walks the outside world.”Understanding clicked immediately.My gaze snapped toward Sol.“No.”His expression shifted instantly.“Aella—”“You just got here.”“And Beatriz is needed now.”The words landed heavily between us.Because he was right.I hated that he was right.The babies shifted fa
Aella POVSol did it.The realization settled over me slowly, almost too large to fully grasp at first.He had actually done it.Not because someone guided him there.Not because the castle opened the way for him.Not because I pulled him through the bond.He found his own path.And standing there now, in the middle of that glittering clearing, I could feel the difference.Something about him had changed.Not dramatically.Not in a way the eye would immediately notice.But I felt it.In the way the air moved around him.In the calmness radiating from his body.In the steadiness of his power.His aura had changed.Before, Sol’s presence had always felt warm, intense, burning like fire barely contained beneath skin and bone. Even when calm, there had always been heat beneath the surface, something restless, something constantly pushing forward.Now—Now there was balance.The cold blue and silver power flowing through him softened the flames without extinguishing them. The fire remained
Sol POVI let everything go.The noise. The urgency. The need to catch up.For the first time since Aella disappeared, I stopped chasing.I stood in the center of my memories, surrounded by every moment that had shaped me, and instead of measuring them, instead of judging them—I accepted them.All of it.The loss. The rage. The responsibility. The choices I had made and the ones that had been forced upon me.I closed my eyes.And I listened.At first, there was nothing.Then—A pulse.Faint.Steady.From my chest.From my heart.It wasn’t like the fire I knew. It didn’t roar. It didn’t burn hot and consuming. This was different.Colder.So cold it burned.My breath slowed as I focused on it, letting the sensation expand instead of resisting it.The space around me dissolved, and I found myself standing within my own soul once more.And there it was.My fourth power.It didn’t blaze.It glowed.A deep, shifting mixture of blues and purples, threaded with veins of silver that shimmered
Sol POVI stood there long after the Queen released me.Her words did not fade.They settled.Heavy. Unavoidable.For the first time since Aella stepped into that path, I wasn’t reacting—I was thinking.I turned slowly toward the castle, toward the place that had answered her, chosen her, taken her somewhere I could not reach.“Then tell me,” I said, my voice steady despite the tension coiled inside me, “what do I have to do to meet her?”Silence followed.Then the blackboard lit up.No hesitation. No delay.The words appeared in glowing script.Follow your own path.I let out a slow breath.Of course.Before I could speak again, the ground beneath me shifted. Light spread across the floor, forming a path—different from hers. Not shimmering with that iridescent darkness that belonged only to Aella.This one burned.Gold and red intertwined, alive like flame contained beneath glass.It pulsed once.Like a heartbeat.Waiting.I didn’t hesitate.I stepped forward.The moment my foot touc
Maxwell was gone. Truly gone.For a flickering second, a memory I had tried to bury surfaced. I remembered his laughter as a pup, high and bright. I remembered him rolling around in the dirt with Caleb and Jax, four children making a mess of the world. He used to help me in ways no one else dared,
The announcement arrived via a royal scroll at breakfast: a Medieval Masquerade Gala. Attendance was mandatory for all towers. The King’s decree was clear—this wasn't just a party; it was a showcase of the hierarchy. "A group entrance," Marcus proposed, leaning back with a grin that was all sharp
Two months had passed since the cafeteria incident, and the hierarchy of the Imperial Tower had shifted permanently. Amelie had leaned fully into her "victim" persona, limping through the halls and wearing silk scarves to hide bruises that had long since healed. She whispered to anyone who would li
The arena was a theater of carnage. Maxwell stood on the sands, his chest heaving, his wolf pushing so hard against his skin that his eyes were a constant, unstable amber. Sol stood opposite him, calm and immovable. Before the first blow was struck, Pamela stepped onto the lower ridge of the stand







