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I looked around again, confusion churning in my mind. What the hell was going on?“Aah, you look confused,” the Wolf started. “Let me introduce you to the rest of the family. This is Osric.” He pointed at the one crouched on the table. “And that is Elian.” The teenager.“Eilis—”“Shut up, Aria!” he snapped. She flinched, her tears falling harder. “Look at them! Look at what our precious father did to them!”“You know it's not his fault!” Aria shouted back.“No, it's not. It's mine. I forgot about them. I trusted him to keep them safe—that was the promise!”I stood in the dark, understanding nothing.“I let them cut me in half just so my brothers could live. But look at them. Look what they did.”The Wolf’s voice cracked through the hall like a whip, silencing the Council lords. He was vibrating with a cold, focused rage that seemed to hum in the air.“They were children, Aria!” he spat, his eyes never leaving the King. “They were children who turned, and instead of finding a way to b
The King didn’t move. He didn't explode in rage, and he didn't call for the executioner. He simply stood by his chair, his expression returning to that mask of cold, weary indifference. He looked at the ruined makeup on my face, then at the floor where Kiya had just been gasping for air, and finally back to his plate.It was as if a curtain had dropped. He chose to see nothing. He chose to hear nothing."Go clean yourself up," the King said, his voice flat.I stood there, paralyzed. I had practically confessed—my real voice had filled the room—but the King was simply stepping over the truth like it was a puddle in the path. The Wolf’s smirk widened. He leaned in, his chest vibrating against my shoulder as he spoke for my ears only."He's choosing to be deaf, little bird. Why do you think that is?" the Wolf whispered, his tone almost playful now that the King had retreated into his denial.I didn't wait to find out. I pivoted, heading out the dining doors, my left hand raised to sligh
He stripped and stepped into the tub with me, his large frame making the water slosh over the sides. He took the sponge from my limp hand and began to wash me.His eyes tracked the water as it ran over the dark fingerprints on my thighs. He didn't speak, but his smirk grew every time my breath hitched. He was admiring his handiwork. Once he was satisfied, he dried me off and carried me back to the bedroom.A sharp knock at the door broke the silence. "Enter," he commanded.Calani stepped in, clutching a gown of emerald silk. She stopped dead when she saw us—me, wrapped in heavy linen cloth and looking like a ghost, and the Wolf, shirtless and dripping, with that feral light in his eyes. Her gaze landed on the marks on my neck that the linen didn't hide. Her breath hitched, her eyes darting between us, screaming the questions she was too terrified to ask. Did he hurt you? What is happening?She opened her mouth. I looked her in the eye and gave a slight, sharp shake of my head. Don't
I woke with my face pressed into the pillow, my limbs leaden and my skin humming with a dull ache.The Wolf was gone. The heat that had anchored me to the mattress was replaced by a chill, though the sheets still smelled faintly of my surrender. I didn't move for a long while. I couldn't. My mind kept flickering back to the bathroom—the sound of sloshing water, the cold tile against my wrists, and the way I had eventually stopped fighting and started wanting.That was the part that burned worse than the physical soreness.I sat up slowly, the furs sliding down my bare chest, and winced as my muscles protested. He must have carried me back here after I finally succumbed to exhaustion. He had used me until I broke, then tucked me into bed like a prized trophy.I wrapped my arms around my knees, feeling the phantom pressure of his hands still branding my hips. I looked toward the washbasin, my gaze catching on the ruined silk gown tossed near the hearth. It was a shredded mess of white
I looked into those eyes—eyes that belonged to my husband but held none of his warmth—and realized the trap was complete. There was no escape."What do you want from me?" I asked, the words feeling like a surrender.The Wolf hummed and crawled over me, his weight pinning me into the mattress. He didn't use force this time, but the power he held over me was absolute. "I want you to be a very good mate, Raven," he whispered, his lips grazing mine. "I want you to stop fighting me and start convincing me that I should stay quiet.”He waited, watching the terror battle with my desperate need to protect Eilis and myself. He knew he had won. My resistance had crumbled."Fine, just... don't...please."The Wolf’s chuckle was dark. "I knew you were a smart little bird."He claimed my mouth with a hunger that was raw and unfiltered, his tongue forcing my lips apart. One hand stayed pinned to my jaw, tilting my head back, while the other wandered. I gasped as he took hold of the lace on my silk
The walk through the corridors felt like a slow march toward my death. The wolves fingers digged into the nape of my neck with a possessive strength that forced me to stumble along beside him. Every guard we passed bowed, their eyes lowered, unaware that the man they were honoring was currently a passenger in his own body.We reached the heavy oak doors of our chambers. The moment the latch clicked shut, the atmosphere shifted. The "Prince" didn't even wait for me to turn around before he shoved the doors closed with a force that made the hinges groan.I scrambled away, putting the distance of the rug between us, my hands shaking so hard I had to tuck them into my sleeves.The Wolf didn't move toward me immediately. He stood by the door, letting the heavy fur cloak slide off his shoulders. It pooled at his feet, leaving him bare and scarred, illuminated by the dim morning light filtering through the high windows. He stretched, a slow, languid movement that made his muscles ripple li
RAVENI walked down the hallway toward the breakfast room, my mind still a mess from the night before. I kept thinking about how Eilís would react when he saw me, and if he’d know I was awake for all of it.I rounded the corner and stopped.Eilís was standing in an alcove a few feet away. He was t
The transition was a violent, wet sound of shifting bone. Within seconds, the heavy weight of the wolf’s fur was gone, replaced by the slick, hot skin of a man.I breathed a sigh of relief, but then held my breath when he looked up and smiled. A sudden flash of the night he claimed me came to mind.
I was standing beside the pack. They were frantic, pulling at their clothes in excitement for the hunt. How many of them wanted me dead? How many didn't care if I survived or not?I hit my lip when I saw Eilis held down beside the king. His wolf was just as ferocious as it had been at the wedding.I
The second morning was quieter than the first, the kind of heavy, suffocating silence that usually precedes a storm. I had spent the dawn hours standing in the center of my room, letting Calani adjust the binders until I could only take air in short, measured sips. My ribs ached with a dull, consta







