LOGINMy Queen “My queen.” The words did not sound like a greeting. They sounded like a claim. The ruined entry hall went so still I could hear water dripping from the broken ceiling into a puddle near my boots. One drop. Then another. Then another. Damien stepped forward. A growl rolled from his chest, low enough to make the floor tremble. “Call her that again.” The silver-eyed man looked at him. Not annoyed. Not threatened. Barely interested. “Thorncroft.” Just the name. Nothing more. Still, Damien reacted like he had been struck. His shoulders locked. The bond snapped tight between us. Anger. Recognition. A flash of something inherited and old. I looked at him. “You know him?” Damien’s mouth tightened. “No.” The journal opened. BLOOD KNOWS BLOOD. I slowly turned my head toward him. “Try again.” Damien’s jaw flexed. Kael moved closer, blade angled downward but ready. His face had gone sharp in a way I had not seen before. The new man smiled faintly at Kael.
The Storm Goes SilentThe Hollow King roared.This time, the sound did not come from below the house.It came from everywhere.The mountain.The woods.The road.The sky.It rolled over Black Hollow like a living thing and shook every broken board in Frost Ridge.The rogues screamed.Not in pain.In answer.The house lurched beneath us.Damien rose from one knee and staggered slightly.I caught his arm.He looked at my hand.Then at me.Neither of us moved away.Not yet.The bond still burned from what he had done.Chosen to kneel.Chosen to make an old oath his own.Chosen to give me something that was not possession, not command, not apology.Trust.I hated how badly that mattered.Outside, the rogues scrambled backward from the porch.One by one, they vanished into the trees.Not fleeing.Repositioning.That was worse.Kael stepped into the entry hall, silver blade still in his hand. “He felt that.”“The king?” I asked.“Yes.”“What exactly did he feel?”Kael’s gaze moved to Damien
On His KneesThe storm was kneeling.That made no sense.Rain could not kneel.Wind could not bow.Clouds did not lower their heads in respect to girls who had spent the last six years trying to avoid hometown trauma and emotionally unavailable alphas.And yet, outside Frost Ridge, the rain hung still in the air.Thousands of silver drops suspended beyond the shattered windows, catching moonlight that had not been there a moment ago.The rogues lay flat in the mud.The trees had gone still.Even the house held its breath.The only thing moving was the bond.It pulsed between Damien and me like a second heartbeat.Gold.Silver.Wound.Oath.Want.Choice.I looked at Damien.He stood in front of me, bloody and rigid, trying to turn his body into a wall between me and every ancient thing that wanted a piece of me.Typical.Infuriating.Almost sweet.The floor beneath him glowed.He looked down.So did I.The crown-and-claw symbol burned silver beneath his feet.Then the claws vanished.O
The Bond BurnsAgain.The whisper rose from beneath the floorboards like smoke.Soft.Hungry.Pleased.Damien stepped farther away from me.I hated that I noticed.I hated that part of me wanted to grab his shirt and drag him back.The bond between us burned.Not like before.Before, it had been raw. Damaged. A torn thread pulling at scar tissue.Now it felt alive.Too alive.Gold heat twisted with silver light, wrapping around something inside me that had not been awake a few minutes ago. My wolf paced beneath my skin, but she was not alone anymore.Something stood behind her.Tall.Still.Crowned in branches and flame.I pressed a hand to my chest.“What did we do?”Damien’s face had gone pale. “I don’t know.”The house groaned.Kael stepped through the ruined doorway, rain dripping from his black coat. His silver eyes moved from Damien’s mouth to mine.Then to the floor.Then back to me.His expression hardened.“You fed it.”Damien turned on him with a snarl. “Careful.”Kael did n
The Kiss That Broke Six YearsThe floor split open beneath us.Not wide.Not enough to swallow the whole room.Just enough to remind me Frost Ridge could still change its mind.Damien grabbed me around the waist and hauled me back against him as the crack tore through the entry hall, silver light spilling upward from somewhere below.I hit his chest hard.The air left my lungs.His arms locked around me.Outside, Kael shouted something in a language I did not know.The house answered with a groan.The mountain answered with another roar.Apparently everyone had opinions.Damien’s breath was hot against my ear.“Hold still.”I would have laughed if my heart had not been trying to claw out of my chest.“Excellent plan. Very heroic. What’s step two?”“Survive.”“Love the ambition.”The crack widened.A blast of cold air rushed up from below, smelling like wet stone, old blood, and something rotten beneath snow.The journal slid across the floor toward the opening.“No!”I lunged for it.
I Hated Missing YouThe one that made her leave.The words moved through the broken house and found every wound in me.For a second, no one spoke.Not Damien.Not Kael.Not me.Even the rain seemed quieter.I stared at Damien through dust and silver light and six years of everything we had never said.“The one that made me leave?” I repeated.Damien’s throat moved.The alpha of Black Hollow looked away first.That told me enough.“No,” I said softly. “Look at me.”His eyes came back to mine.Gold.Tired.Guilty.Still beautiful enough to make me angry.“What truth?”Kael shifted near the doorway.Damien’s gaze cut to him. “Leave.”Kael raised one brow.“I served queens before your bloodline learned to crawl. You do not command me.”Damien’s claws slid out.The journal snapped open.TRUTH. NOT TEETH.I almost laughed.Almost.“Even the book is tired of both of you.”Kael’s mouth twitched.Damien’s did not.But his claws retracted.Progress.Tiny.Exhausting.I looked at Kael. “Give us
Blood on the Floor“The alpha’s blood, or the crown’s.”The rogue’s words hung in the open doorway.Rain blew cold across my face.Behind me, Frost Ridge went silent.Not calm.Silent.The kind of silence that meant every wall, every floorboard, every dead woman in every portrait had leaned closer
You Rejected Me, Remember?The front door blew open.Rain swept into the entry hall in a cold silver sheet.Beyond the porch, the yard was full of eyes.Silver eyes.Dozens of them.Watching from between the black pines, from the edge of the broken stone path, from the shadows beneath the old oak t
The Howl OutsideCan I wake up now?The child’s voice drifted down from the dark stairs.Small.Patient.Mine.I knew it was mine.Not because it sounded exactly like me, though it did.Because the second I heard it, grief tore through my chest so fast I nearly doubled over.It was the sound of eve
The SealThe scissors opened by themselves.Slowly.One blade lifting from the other with a rusted scrape that made every nerve in my body stand up and object.Damien moved between me and the little table.I let him.That should tell you how badly the room had scared me.The scissors stopped moving







