FAZER LOGINThe crying of his babies somehow manages to cut through the thick, murderous rage choking Dariusâs throat. His breath hitches. The glow in his eyes fades slightly as he looks over at the cribs in the corner of the room. Thorne, who has also been demanding blood and violence, father instincts override the raw bloodlust, making it easy for Darius to force his Alpha aura back down, swallowing the deadly pressure until the heavy air in the room becomes breathable again. Darius rises to his feet and rushes toward the cribs. Inside, his son and daughter are squirming against their soft swaddles. Their tiny faces are flushed bright red as they cry out in terror from the dark, suffocating energy that filled the room just seconds ago. âShh... I'm here. Daddy's here,â Darius murmurs softly, his deep voice trembling with a rare, gentle warmth. He reaches into the crib carefully, scooping Sophia out first, then Trevor, holding them against his broad chest. He holds them tight against him,
Morgana stands right in front of Kieranâs giant black wolf.She does not step back. She slowly lifts her trembling hand and rests her palm against his dark, wet muzzle. She pets him softly, her fingers sinking into his thick black fur."It's me," she whispers.The huge wolf shivers under her touch. A low, painful whine comes from deep in his throat. Bones crack and snap as he shifts back into human form.Kieran stumbles forward and wraps his arms tightly around her. He holds her close against his chest, shaking so hard his teeth chatter.He buries his face into the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent like a man who has been starving for air."Morgana," he gasps out, his voice rough and broken. "You're real. You're really here."Morgana hugs him back, tears falling down her dirty cheeks. But before she can say anything else, a sharp, terrible pain stabs straight through her chest.She gasps loudly, stiffening in his arms. She clutches her heart, her face turning pale."My son..."
Kieranâs heart stops dead in his chest. His wolf lets out a low, disbelieving huff of air into the freezing mist. She is alive. She is really here.Suddenly, Morgana turns back toward the rogue pack. Wanting to move as fast as possible to reach her dying son in the castle, she turns and mounts onto Bane's back. She buries her hands deep into Baneâs thick fur, leaning her body down close to his neck.Kieranâs eyes turn completely, violently red.A wave of pure, toxic jealousy and murderous Alpha rage explodes inside Kieranâs chest like boiling fire.He looks at the giant black rogue wolf carrying his wife. He sees how close Morgana is holding him, how her fingers dig into his fur. All the dark, agonizing thoughts from the slum camp crash back into Kieranâs mind at once: She moved on. She gave her heart to another man.This rogue stole my mate! This bastard is holding her, touching her, keeping her from me!Kieran does not see a friend or a savior. He sees the monster who took his wife.
Darius moves like a predator claiming what is his, climbing onto the mattress and crawling over her. He settles between her parted knees, trapping her beneath the shadow of his massive body. The weight and warmth of Darius hovering over her sends a shockwave of intense desire straight through Caroline's body. âNo... Darius, pleaseâŠâ Caroline weeps, her voice breaking into sob-filled gasps. She raises her weak, trembling hands, pressing her palms against Darius's broad, hard chest, trying with all the strength left in her body to push him away. âStay away from meâŠâ she cries out, tears streaming down her glowing, flushed face. âI hate you! I hate you so much! You slept with her... her scent was all over your bed... you touched ValerieâŠâ âWhatâŠ? Caroline, youâre still thinking about that? Now?â Darius asks, not budging an inch beneath her feeble shoves. What Darius doesnât understand is that a womanâs jealousy doesnât simply disappear because sheâs hurting, vulnerable, and needy.
A heavy, mocking silence falls over the wall, followed instantly by the loud, cruel laughter of the royal guards.âQueen Morgana?â the captain laughs, shaking his head. âOur queen died two years ago when rogues like you attack! You think you can use her name to trick us into opening the royal gates for a pack of filthy rogues? You are crazy!ââShe is telling the truth!â Leslie yells, stepping forward from behind Kael, holding Lucinda close. âShe is your Luna! Look at her!ââI see a dirty crazy woman standing with rogue trash!â the captain snaps, raising his hand to signal his archers. âArchers, aim! On my mark, kill the beasts and the woman!ââNo! Wait!â Morgana begs, reaching her hands out toward the heavy iron bars. âPlease! Just call the king! My boy doesn't haveââBefore she can finish her sentence, a horrific, soul-crushing shockwave slams directly into Morganaâs heart.Miles away, inside the royal castleâs infirmary, little Lucianâs chest suddenly stops rising.He turns deathly
Dawn breaks across the frozen horizon, painting the sky in pale shades of gold and blue.The fierce mountain blizzard finally dies down, leaving behind a clear, quiet morning.Ice crystals sparkle on the jagged rocks, and the air is deadly still.Inside the cave, the fire dies down to glowing red embers. Bane stands near the entrance, his massive black wolf form blocking the light as he tests the wind. He snorts hot air into the air, giving a short, deep huff.The storm has passed.Without wasting a single second, Bane and his twin brother, Kael, lead the fifteen rogue wolves out of the cave.The little princess they have come to adore so much like their own child needs to feed, and since there's nothing here, they plan to make it to the palace as soon as possible.They tear down the mountain trail, their paws kicking up clouds of powdery snow.Morgana holds tight to the thick fur on Baneâs back, her face buried against his neck to block the biting wind.Behind them, Leslie rides on K
~~~âȘââȘ~~~ I stand there, paralyzed, looking into eyes that hold a brewing storm. Iâm a servant in a borrowed dress, a girl who scrubs filth from stone floors and survives on scraps from the kitchen trash. Because of that, they call me Raccoon, a scavenger in the dark, and I'm fated to the King
~~âą~â~âą~~ The doors close behind me with a quiet finality. I take deep breaths, trying to calm the storm inside my chest. âThis way, my lady?â Two guards lead the way. I pause after a few steps and turn, and as expected, Beta Silas is at the upper balcony, a silent threat that reminds me that one
Morganaâs POV~~âê©ËđŒËê©â~~âAhâah⊠yesâŠâ Lady Victoriaâs breathless cries seep through the heavy oak doors, thick with lust and indulgence. The sounds of bodies slapping, of pleasure being taken without restraint, echo down the corridor.I donât flinch.I stand where I always do, outside the door,
âYou're just a lowly servant!â Lady Victoria screams. âHow dare you touch my Alpha? How dare you kiss him with your filthy mouth?!â The world spins as my heart stops. I'm doomed. She knows. Of course she knows. There are always eyes. Always ears. Always someone watching. I was a fool to







