Se connecterRonan's Point Of ViewMy jaw dropped so wide I feared it might dislocate entirely. "The... the mating ritual?!" The words burst from my throat in a humiliating squeak that ricocheted off the massive stone pillars. The echo mocked me, amplifying my panic."Like, the full thing? The biting part? The..." I choked on my own saliva, heat flooding my face until I must have resembled a ripe tomato. My hands trembled at my sides. Sweat prickled the back of my neck despite the throne room's cool air, and I could feel my pulse hammering in my temples. The Alpha King regarded me as one might observe an unusual insect that had landed on expensive boots. He gave a slow, deliberate nod that shifted the grey wolf pelt draped across his shoulders. "Yes, boy. The mating ritual. Ronan needs to mark you, sink his teeth into your neck, and claim you properly before the council lords. It's the only way."He delivered this pronouncement as casually as if discussing tomorrow's weather rather than a life-al
Zane's Point Of Vie"Cleanse the land?" The words scraped from my throat, my voice fracturing so badly it sounded like a dry twig snapping beneath someone's boot. I looked from the King's massive, unblinking face to Ronan, whose profile might have been chiseled from granite. Every muscle in his jaw was taut, locked in place as if he were bracing himself against a storm. "But I've done nothing to them! Literally nothing! What crime have I committed? I've spent the last three years just trying not to get expelled and making sure I don't accidentally scald my tongue on hot tea!" The absurdity of my own words hit me even as they left my mouth. Ronan's father released a long, heavy breath through his nose that rumbled deep in his chest like distant thunder. The sound reverberated through the throne room, making the very air feel heavier. "That is precisely the point, boy. You did nothing. But your powers carry tremendous weight." He leaned forward slightly, and the movement seemed to sh
Zane's Point Of ViewMy knees shook so violently against the polished black marble that I feared collapsing right there before everyone. The trembling wasn't just physical… it radiated from somewhere deep inside, a primal response I couldn't control. I scanned the room in a daze, my gaze jumping from the towering fifty-foot stone pillars to the massive tapestries that hung from the walls like silent witnesses to countless judgments. Each tapestry depicted scenes of ancient battles and coronations, their threads dulled by centuries of accumulated dust. The air itself felt oppressive, thick with the scent of ancient dust and expensive cedar wood, creating a suffocating atmosphere that made each breath a conscious effort. My lungs burned as I forced myself to inhale slowly, trying to calm the panic rising in my chest. Then my eyes found the center of the room. The throne. The man seated upon that enormous block of black stone seemed almost inhuman. He resembled an ancient statue carve
Ronan's Point Of ViewZane's eyes widened to the size of saucers, his breath hitching audibly in his throat. The color drained from his face, leaving him pale and trembling, and I watched his pupils dilate with pure fear. "Your pack? Like... where your father is? The Alpha King?" His voice cracked on the title, making it thin and reedy with terror. I could smell the sharp spike of anxiety rolling off him in waves. "Ronan, I'm a hybrid. The council lords there literally hate my bloodline. They've spent centuries trying to wipe us out. They're going to…" "They're not doing anything," I snapped, stepping forward and cutting him off mid-sentence. The protective fury that surged through me was almost overwhelming, Fenrir growling his vicious agreement deep in my chest, demanding I shield our mate from all threats. I didn't give Zane a choice or time to argue; I simply leaned down, hooked one arm under his thighs and the other behind his back, and lifted him into a secure cradle carry. His
Ronan's Point Of ViewI looked down at the top of Zane's head, my heart still thudding against my ribs, but the rhythm had completely changed. It wasn't the heavy, lazy thumping from just making love anymore. Now it was sharp. Panicked. Each beat felt like a warning drum in my chest, signaling danger I couldn't yet see. Zane had already dozed off completely, his face pressed sideways against my collarbone, one hand still loosely clutching a fistful of my hair. He was utterly spent, breathing through his mouth with this tiny, faint snore that usually made me chuckle. The sound was so innocent, so trusting, it made my chest ache with a fierce protectiveness that bordered on pain. Here he was, vulnerable and exposed, trusting me to keep him safe while he slept. The weight of that trust settled over me like a mantle. But my jaw was set so tight my teeth ground together, the muscle jumping beneath my skin. No longer safe?What the hell did my father mean by that? The academy was suppose
Ronan's Point Of View"N-no," he gasped, his voice splintering as his fingers clawed desperately at the sheets beneath him. His body trembled, suspended between surrender and need, every nerve ending alive with sensation. "More. Please, Ronan," the plea tumbled out raw and unfiltered, stripped of all pretense, "more."I gave him what he craved. My thrusts turned punishing, each one driving into him with enough force to make the entire bed shake, the wooden frame groaning its protest against the wall. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed through the room… loud, dirty, and completely unpolished, filling the space between his ragged gasps. Zane was falling apart beneath me, his body trembling with each impact, his cock dripping pre-cum onto the sheets in a steady stream. His moans grew louder and more desperate with every passing second, each one a testament to how thoroughly I was unraveling him.The scent of sex… musky, sweet, and thick filled the air, making my head spin with primal
Zane's Point Of View“I…” My head rose, eyes burning, throat raw. “Am not…”I stood. Fully. Shaking, bloody, trembling like a newborn deer, but upright.“YOURS…” My voice rose, breaking into a snarl, echoing against the darkness.“To break!!!”The shout tore out of me, guttural and hoarse, ripping
Zane's Point Of View “Do it first,” I said, my voice low, rough, leaving no room for argument. “Then we’ll talk.” And I didn’t wait for his answer. I wrenched the door open and stepped out before he could reach for me again. The hallway outside felt colder, like the air itself was punishing me f
Zane's Point Of View The sand in the hourglass hissed its last grains, a sound that bit into the back of my skull like the tick of a blade being sharpened. The chamber was alive with shadows and echoes, the air still humming from the illusions it had forced on us.Caroline was in front of Alisa, h
Zane's Point Of View The crowd swelled with noise, feeding on itself, laughter echoing against the high walls, bouncing back until it felt like the entire building was alive, laughing at me, mocking me. My steps sounded too loud against the floor, every footfall like a drumbeat announcing the half-







