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“No! Alpha…” I say softly, forcing a smile I don’t feel, trying to remain calm. “Please. Allow me this small mystery for tonight. I promise our next encounter will be different.” He studies me for a long moment, his gaze heavy with suspicion. I can feel the decision forming behind his eyes. Then, slowly… he lets go. I let out a discreet sigh of relief when he releases me. I take a few steady steps back and sink into a deep curtsy. “Greetings, my Alpha,” I whisper. “Rise,” he says. I stand and meet his eyes. My lips curl faintly. Maybe he’s not what I expected. “Walk with me,” he says. “Of course, my Alpha,” I reply, slipping my hand into the curve of his arm. We walk deeper into the garden, moving toward a secluded grove where the lamps don't reach. My grip on his arm tightens. I have always been afraid of the dark. It is where the worst things happen in the Beta's house. “Scared when you are right next to me?” I look up at him and think. That’s right. Whatever is in the dark should be afraid of this brutal monster. His steps stop. Slowly… he turns his head toward me. “Brutal monster?” he mumbles, as if testing the words. The blood drains from my face. I said it out loud. “My king, I deserve to be…” “Punished,” he finishes for me. “Tell me… what punishment would keep that mouth of yours occupied?” I shake my head, unable to find an answer. “I have no idea, Alpha Kieran.” He holds my gaze, then his eyes move low, fixing on my lips with a dark intensity that sends shivers down my spine. He leans down, and this time, I don't move. I know the cost, but he is mine—my mate. We are deep in the shadows. No one can see us here. Our breath mingles. His hand slides behind my neck, pulling me closer. Our lips are only an inch apart when a flicker of light catches my eye. “Goddess… is that a firefly?” I ask, my voice rising with genuine excitement. He stops, stepping back and turning to look. “There are many in this part of the garden,” he says. They are everywhere, tiny stars drifting through the darkness. “This is beautiful. I have never seen them before. I've only ever heard the others describe them,” I whisper, almost afraid to touch the moment. Because nothing beautiful in my life has ever lasted. “I find it hard to believe the daughter of the Beta has never walked her own gardens at night,” he says. I stiffen. Goddess—I just gave myself away. Steadying my voice, I lie. “Yes... Father is quite protective. He thought a proper lady shouldn't be out in dark places after sunset.” I watch his face, praying to the moon goddess that he buys the story. He looks around the garden, his gaze softening. “The fireflies dance for us,” he murmurs. I nod. “Our secret,” I whisper back. ...~... Minutes pass. I know it’s time to end this. The weight of my lie is becoming unbearable. Every second I spend in his presence is a second closer to my execution. But why do I feel like he doesn't want this to end? “I should go back now,” I whisper, my heart breaking as I begin to pull my hand from his. “Yes,” he nods. He seems distant now. I must be wrong about him wanting this. He is a king, and just like he said, this was just a political debt. He likely thinks the bond was a mistake after I denied it. Tears sting the back of my eyes as I turn to walk away, each step feeling like I'm tearing my own heart out, like I'm walking away from something I shouldn't leave behind, but I force my feet to move. One step. Then another. I reach the edge of the lamp-lit path and stop. The bond is a physical weight, a chain that pulls me back toward him. The logic of a servant tells me to run. But the soul of a mate... it demands finality. If I'm to die for this lie, I want to know what it feels like to truly live, if only for a heartbeat. I turn back. Alpha Kieran is still standing where I left him, his intense gaze watching me with a look of profound longing. I must be wrong again, but it doesn’t matter anymore. I've made up my mind. If I walk away now… I will never know what this feels like. And I think that will haunt me more than death. I walk back to him, my pace quickening until I am standing directly in his space. He looks at me with interest, like he wants to know what I'm up to. I reach up, my hands trembling, but determination burning within. I grab the collar of his dark shirt and pull him down. I don't wait for permission. I press my lips to his. The world dissolves. The garden, the blood moon, and the threat of Silas all vanish into a blur of heat and hunger. It's a desperate, forbidden act, a crime of the highest order. “Is that all you were taught?” His voice is hoarse against my lips. I look into his eyes at a loss. I’ve never… done this before. I’m only a servant. No one has ever taught me how to please a man. “I... I don't know what else to do,” I admit as his arm wraps around my waist, pulling me so close I can feel the frantic, heavy beat of his heart against my own. His fingers intertwine in my hair, tilting my head back, and he captures my lips properly this time. I shudder as sparks travel through all the nerves as his lips move against mine with a hunger that leaves me breathless. I should stop this. I don’t. My lips part… and he takes that as permission and slips his tongue inside. Goddess, the kiss tastes of freedom—rain, leather, and something ancient. This is how I die. And I don’t stop. One touch is a crime. One kiss is a death sentence. But in this moment, I am a woman being claimed by her mate. I push him, pulling away before I lose my resolve entirely. He looks breathless, his eyes burning, but there is something darker beneath it. Something possessive. Something that has already decided I belong to him. And that hurts more, because this isn't meant to be. I don't give him a chance to speak. I turn and flee into the shadows, the silk of my dress catching on the rosebushes as I run back. ~~~ The moment I step into the enormous living room, something feels wrong. The air is too still. Too cold. Then I see her. Lady Victoria is waiting for me, her face a mask of pure fury. The magic of the garden dies, and I'm met with the cold, hard reality of my life. “My lady.” I whisper, bowing my head as I come to a halt. Victoria sneers, her arms crossed over her chest as she strides toward me. My fingers clutch at the silk of the dress as the familiar fear returns like a storm. She reaches me and leans close, sniffing the air around me. Then, with a sudden, violent movement, she yanks the gold mask off my face and brings the heavy mask down across my cheek. Pain explodes. My vision blurs. “You're just a lowly servant!” she screams. “How dare you touch my Alpha? How dare you kiss him with your filthy mouth?!” The world spins. She had someone spying on us... I'm doomed. I drop to my knees, my pulse pounding in my chest as the shadows crawl in… Ready to swallow me whole. Ready to erase me completely. And this time… I know I will not survive it.…~...I manage to slip back into the estate grounds through a hidden gap in the servant's gate.The sun is barely beginning to rise, casting long shadows across the stone courtyards. I navigate the perimeter carefully, avoiding the early patrols.I finally reach the servant quarters and slip into the washroom.The moment I am alone, I drop my ruined clothes into the fire grate and burn them. I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the cracked mirror above the washbasin.I look wrecked.My lips are swollen and bruised. Faint, reddish marks dot my neck and collarbone.But the worst part is the smell.I reek of him. The rich, intoxicating scent of pine, rain, leather, and raw male power soaked into my pores, mixed with the potent scent of our sex.If I walk into that kitchen smelling like the Alpha King's bedsheet, my head will be on a spike before noon.I need extreme measures.I wrap a thin towel around my shivering body and sneak up the back stairs to Lady Victoria's private bathing cha
Morgana's POV.~~~I open my eyes to the sunlight on my face. I blink twice to clear the haze, and for a second I lie there, lost.Where am I? My thought races.The fever is gone.The suffocating, mindless haze of my heat has completely vanished…But in its place, a wave of pure terror crashes down on me.I stop breathing, just as my mind picks up the crushing weight across my waist.I gasp, looking down at the muscular arm holding me tight against a warm, solid chest, and I'm completely naked.Oh goddess.Did he… was he the one who relieved me?Every muscle in my body turns to solid ice as salty tears sting my eyes.After all my efforts, I still couldn't avoid losing my innocence to a total stranger.My tears fall, my shoulders shaking with the rhythmic breathing against my back.Is he a rogue? An outcast?I remember running into the forbidden woods.I must leave.But I also can't help noticing how freezing it is inside the cabin, but I’m enveloped in his heat.I carefully turn my he
The scream she lets out is muffled by my mouth as I crash my lips onto hers. I devour her cry, my tongue sweeping in to claim her mouth.“Fuck,” I hiss, breaking the kiss as I cup her face, my thumb brushing her swollen lips.She is so tight. Gripping me like a velvet fist. Her walls ripple around my thick length, trying to adjust to the sudden stretch.I feel my own skin stretching, a sensation so intense it brings tears of primal rage and joy to my eyes.My cock fills her completely, bottoming out against her womb, branding her from the inside out.I give her no time.I pull back and slam in again, my hips beginning a savage, relentless drive.The wet slap of skin on skin fills the cabin, mixed with her cries and my low, animalistic growls.I am a beast tonight.A monster, a king who took his throne in blood, and I am claiming my mate.Every thrust is a declaration. Mine. Mine. Mine.I pull her legs wider, my thumbs digging into her hips to hold her in place as I hammer into her.Ea
I capture her lips, devouring them hungrily.My tongue invades her mouth, tasting her desperation, swallowing her moans as her body arches into mine.Her hands fist my shirt, pulling me closer even as she trembles.“You followed me,” I rasp, burying my face in the crook of her neck. She smells of ruin.I inhale deeply, my nose brushing against the soft skin of her throat. She is burning up. I can feel the frantic thrum of her pulse against my lips.“Mine,” I growl against her throat, dragging my teeth down the delicate column. I suck hard, marking her pale skin.She bucks.“Alpha... please…” she gasps, her voice jagged, broken.I pull back and rip the dress from her shoulders in one brutal tug. It fell away, baring her to the waist.My breath hitches as her full, perfect breasts spill out, pale and heaving with her panicked breaths in the dim light. They are heavy with the weight of her arousal, the nipples already dark and painfully erect. Begging.I don't hesitate.I latch onto one
Kieran's POV: ...~•☆☆•~... I had just left Victoria. For more than an hour, I held her. I promised her protection, and I let her weep into my shirt. All because I was waiting for someone else. Morgana. But she never showed up, and it is driving me absolutely insane. One thing I have always been good at is controlling my emotions. I do not do love. I do not feel. All my past flings called me ruthless, unfeeling, and cold. They all signed consensual agreements. It was strictly sex, nothing more. I only agreed to this alliance with Silas because the kingdom needs a queen, a Luna, and an heir to carry on the royal bloodline. I told myself it would be just like the past. It would be entirely transactional. She would become the queen the kingdom needs, bear my children, and that would be it. But the encounter in the garden changed everything. I never thought it would take only a mate bond to make me want a woman this badly. I wanted her so much that I couldn't even focus
“You're in heat?” Lady Victoria mutters incoherently, her eyes wide with shock.“I'm sorry, my lady. Can you please repeat? I did not hear what you said.”My voice trembles, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps as the fire in my veins burns hotter.A look of pure evil washes over Lady Victoria's face. However, she smiles at me. That smile makes the blood in my veins run cold, freezing despite the raging fever of my body.She is definitely up to something.How can a person be so wicked? She just put me through hell not long ago, but she is already itching for another round.“Go to my room immediately,” Lady Victoria commands, her tone deceptively sweet. “Clean every inch of it. Everything should be spotless so I can see my reflection.”“Yes, my lady.”I stumble away from the kitchen, dragging myself up the grand staircase as the fever ravages my senses.The fever keeps getting worse by the second.My vision blurs, the edges of the hallway darkening. The ache low in my abdomen tighte







