Paige's POV
The first thing I felt when I woke was the weight of silence, heavy and suffocating, pressing down on me like a thick velvet curtain, my eyelashes fluttering against the dimness of the room, the air cool against my skin, the sheets unfamiliar yet soft. It took me a moment to remember where I was, to steady the quick pulse beating at my throat. Then I felt it…eyes on me, steady, unblinking, watching.I turned, and my breath caught.Raymond sat at the edge of the bed, his tall frame shadowed by the pale light that filtered through the drapes, his presence was overwhelming, not simply because of his size but because of the stillness he carried, the dangerous control that seemed to coil around him like smoke, his gaze pinned me where I lay, sharp and relentless, as if he could peel back the layers of my soul with nothing but a look.For one heartbeat, the world narrowed to him and me, the space between us charged and dangerous, the way heRaymond's POVThe echo of Paige’s words stayed with me long after she’d said them, her voice had been trembling, yet there was a bitter edge to it, a mixture of anguish and rage, as though merely speaking Ethan’s name scraped raw wounds that had never truly healed. She had told me Ethan was darker than I could imagine, but I hadn’t expected the way those words would gnaw at my mind, burrowing deep and leaving me restless.Even after she’d fallen into a fitful sleep, I stood by her bedside, watching her chest rise and fall, haunted by the shadows she had stirred in my thoughts, her face was pale against the pillow, her lashes damp with tears that had dried hours ago, and though she didn’t speak, her lips parted now and then as though she were whispering secrets to the darkness. My hands itched to reach for her, to wipe away every scar and nightmare Ethan had ever etched into her soul, but I held back.I had promised her I would never be like him.Never
Paige's POVI locked the door the moment Raymond left, pressing my back against the cold wood as if that single act could keep the world out. My breath came in sharp, uneven gasps, my chest tight, my skin clammy.The silence in the room was deafening. It pressed against my ears until I thought I might scream just to shatter it. But no sound came. Only the echo of the physician’s words rang in my head over and over.No sign of infertility. No damage to the womb. Perfectly capable of conceiving.Those words had stripped away the last piece of certainty I had clung to. For years, Ethan’s voice had been the truth etched into my bones. He had told me I was ruined, broken, incapable of giving life. And I had believed him.I sank to the floor, my back sliding down the door, my knees pulling up to my chest. My arms wrapped around them like a child clinging to a fragile shield. The tears wouldn’t stop, hot and endless, as memories rose in jagged f
Raymond's POVI woke before dawn, my mind restless and sharp, like a blade honed to the edge of breaking. The memory of Paige’s trembling voice last night clung to me, refusing to fade. Her words had been clear, heavy with finality, I can’t give you an heir. I can’t have children.But deep in my chest, something resisted, something refused to accept it as truth.I lay there for a long moment, staring at the ceiling, every muscle coiled with tension. It wasn’t about the council’s demand for an heir anymore, though their pressure weighed on me like an iron chain. This was about Paige, about the lies woven around her since the moment she stepped into my life. I had seen her pain, her certainty, the way her voice had cracked when she’d spoken of Ethan, the man who’d broken her in ways she couldn’t even name.I believed she believed it. But the belief was not true. And truth, I would have.I rose from bed, dressing with quick, precise movements, my mind already calculating. If Paige’s clai
Paige's POVThe blood had long dried on my palm, a faint scar forming where Raymond’s blade had cut me. I traced it absentmindedly with my thumb as I stood near the balcony, staring at the horizon while the sun crept higher into the pale sky. My body still felt heavy, drained from the fire that had burst from me the night before. But my mind… my mind would not rest.Raymond’s vow echoed in my head, over and over, there is no side but yours.The words should have soothed me. Instead, they left me unsettled, like there was something unspoken beneath them, something he hadn’t told me yet. He was a man of secrets, and I was growing weary of being in the dark.The mansion was unusually quiet, the kind of silence that hums with hidden activity. I knew Raymond had left early for a council meeting. He hadn’t said as much, but I had seen it in his eyes when he kissed my forehead before dawn. There had been tension in his touch, a storm brewing behind his calm façade.I couldn’t go back to slee
Raymond's POVThe clearing still smelled of smoke, the earth was scorched black where her fire had raged moments ago, and the night air hummed with the echo of her power. My heart hammered in my chest as I stared at Paige, trembling and wide-eyed, her hands hanging limply at her sides.I had seen her angry before. I had seen her defiant. But this… this was something else entirely. This was the awakening I had prayed would never come, a blaze of raw magic that could either save us all or destroy everything.Her breath came in shallow gasps, her lips parted as though she were drowning in the remnants of her own fury. Even from several feet away, I could feel the heat radiating from her, searing my skin. My wolves kept to the edges of the trees, subdued by her display. None of them dared to move. None of them even breathed loudly.Only I stepped forward.“Paige,” I said softly, my voice almost breaking.She flinched, turning toward me as if she expected another enemy instead of the man w
Paige's POVThe silence of the mansion pressed in on me like a suffocating shroud. Even the shadows seemed heavier tonight, stretching long and cold against the ornate walls of my room. I sat on the edge of the bed, my breath shallow, my pulse an erratic drumbeat in my ears, the argument with Raymond from earlier still rang through my mind, cutting into me like jagged glass. His fury, his harsh words, the way his eyes glowed when he called me Avina… it all replayed on a loop, each memory feeding my growing dread.I couldn’t stay here. Not another second.My hands trembled as I clutched the thin blanket around me. Somewhere deep in my chest, beneath the fear and confusion, was a voice whispering insistently, urging me to move, to run, to escape before it was too late. It was the same voice I’d heard in my dreams, soft but commanding, warm and terrifying all at once."Go, my vessel, you are not safe here."The words echoed like a phantom touch across my skin, and for a brief, breathless