เข้าสู่ระบบThe door slammed shut with such force that the walls shuddered. My father’s footsteps faded down the corridor, but the echo of his voice—his venom, his accusations—still clung to my skin like smoke.
Silence followed. Heavy, suffocating silence.I couldn’t move. My body was trembling, every muscle coiled tight, my pulse hammering in my throat. The metallic taste of blood lingered on my tongue from where I’d bitten it to keep from screaming. MThe moment I stepped back into that chamber—the room that wasn’t mine, that could never be mine—I felt it. The heaviness in the air. The way the curtains breathed with shadows, the bed too wide, too cold, too alive with a past I had not lived. This room held memory the way stone held cold—deep and total, impervious to warmth. No matter how much light crept through the curtains, it never fully touched the corners.This was her space. Elira’s. The one Kael had guarded so fiercely after her death that no one had dared enter it—not his guard, not his staff, not anyone who valued their life and their place within these walls. The door had been a sealed wound, and everyone had known better than to press against it. Until me. Until he had taken me by the wrist and drawn me through it like I was a stone thrown through glass.Now, because of me, the taboo was broken. I had not broken it, exactly—Kael had—but the estate would not see it that way. The estate would only ever see me.I sat on the
Aria’s POVThe rest of the morning passed in a haze.I’d managed to slip out of Kael’s room once the estate stirred to life, every nerve in my body prickling as though the walls themselves whispered that I didn’t belong there. The corridor felt endless, cold and empty—a stone throat that swallowed sound and offered nothing back. I kept close to the wall, moving with the kind of practiced invisibility I had spent years perfecting, though I knew now that invisibility was no longer something I could rely on.Not here. Not in this wing. Not with his name attached to mine like a brand.I kept my steps careful, steady.By the time I reached the small, secluded corner of the garden, my hands were trembling. I sat on the stone bench beneath a thorn-laced trellis, trying to still them, trying to gather myself before Mira arrived. The garden was quiet at this hour, caught in the pale half-light between dawn and proper morning, dew still clinging to the roses overhead. Under any other circumstan
Kael’s POVI wasn’t asleep.I hadn’t been since the first stir of her breathing changed in the dark, since the moment she shifted against the mattress as though my presence burned her skin. Her discomfort was something I felt before I heard—a subtle tightening of the air, a shift in her heartbeat, the minute tension that moved through her body even in sleep. My wolf felt everything she felt, twice over, and had growled low in my chest with each restless turn she made.I kept my eyes closed, my body still, every muscle coiled in restraint as I listened to her heartbeat quicken. She thought she was being quiet, careful, but every movement was thunder to me. Every brush of the sheets against her body was a reminder that she was there—too close, too tempting, too dangerous.I was acutely aware of the exact moment she woke.The change in her breathing was imperceptible to anyone else, but to me it was a bell rung in a silent room. One moment the slow rhythm of sleep, the next the shallow,
The first thing I felt was the weight.Not the heaviness of sleep still clinging to my bones, but the warmth pressing beside me—the quiet presence that seemed to devour all the air in the room. My lashes fluttered open, sunlight spilling weakly through the curtains, and for a fleeting moment I thought I was back in my own room. Safe. Alone.But then my eyes shifted, and reality crashed over me like ice.Kael was there.He lay stretched on his side, broad shoulders turned toward me, the sheets drawn low across his hips. His breathing was even, deep, his chest rising and falling in a rhythm that made him look… almost human.Almost.For the first time, I noticed how still he looked when the storm of command and rage wasn’t etched into his face. His features were calmer, younger somehow. The furrow between his brows was gone, leaving behind a man who—if I didn’t know better—could’ve been mistaken for someone who knew peace. His lashes were dark, long enough to cast shadows over his cheekb
The mattress dipped under his weight, and suddenly the bed that had seemed vast when I sat in it alone felt far too small for the two of us. The available space shrank to nothing as he stretched out with lazy dominance.He sprawled across the middle of the bed, one arm thrown above his head, the other resting on his stomach. His legs stretched out, taking up more than half the mattress, and I found myself pressed closer to the edge simply by virtue of the space he commanded.The faint brush of his arm against mine felt like a brand, scorching me through the thin silk of my nightgown. The contact was minimal—just the barest touch of skin against fabric—but it might as well have been a shackle for how it fixed me in place.I didn’t move. I couldn’t.To him, this was nothing—another night, another claim of space, another exercise of casual dominance that required no thought or effort. But to me, it was invasion, suffocation, the walls closing in unti
His eyes flickered, the gold brightening until it seemed to glow with its own light, feral illumination blazing in their depths. “You think I don’t feel it? That my wolf isn’t clawing me apart inside because of you? That I don’t lie awake at night fighting the urge to come to you, to claim you, to mark you despite every reason I have to resist?”My knees wobbled, threatening to give out entirely. The air between us grew suffocating, charged with a dangerous heat that had nothing to do with temperature and everything to do with the tension crackling between us like lightning waiting to strike.He leaned closer, lowering his voice until it was barely above a whisper, but somehow that made it more menacing, not less. Every syllable dripped with dark promise. “Sooner or later, I’ll find out what makes you different. What secret you’re hiding beneath that innocent face.”His hand shot forward, catching mine before I could pull away, his grip firm but not quite
The door opened too quietly for a room this full.Wrong wrong wrong the thought hit me before I could catch it.I should have heard voices before I saw them—raised in laughter, in argument, in the easy confidence that came when wolves were fed and flanked by power.But I heard nothing.Just the ech
The fountain was marble, carved with figures I didn't recognize. Wolves, mostly. Hunters and hunted intertwined in ways that made it impossible to tell which was which. The water fell in steady streams, constant and soothing.Sometimes I stood there because the sound helped quiet the noise in my he
I turned back to the mirror and stared at myself.The dress was simple, fitted in a way that flattered without inviting. The color: midnight blue. Regal. Cold. The neckline dipped just enough to draw the eye, and the sleeves bared my shoulders.Mira had chosen it carefully. I could see that now. Bl
Some mornings it came easier than others. Some mornings I could speak without my throat closing around the words. Today wasn't one of them. But Mira never made me feel like silence was failure.She moved toward the pot near the window, and I sat on the edge of the bed, watching the fire catch in th







