Mag-log inZane's Point of View I didn't give Charlie or Caroline a single second to process my ear-splitting scream. The moment the word left my mouth, I surged forward, grabbing Charlie by his left wrist and Caroline by her right, yanking them both along the cobbled stone path with frantic, unstoppable momentum. My heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my throat, a wild mixture of glee and disbelief propelling my legs faster than they'd ever moved. I didn't even care that I probably looked like a lunatic, dragging two grown adults across the palace gardens like a man possessed. Some news was simply too good to deliver with dignity, and I'd waited three agonizing days to let this secret loose. "Hey! Zane, wait! My heels!" Caroline squawked, stumbling slightly on the smooth garden tiles as her blonde hair whipped around her face. "No time for heels! We are walking right now!" I yelled back over my shoulder, practically flying past the rose bushes and the terrified elven decorators, who fl
Zane's Point Of ViewThe grand royal pavilion of the High Alpha estate had descended into absolute, unadulterated chaos. Enchanted silver banners fluttered from the soaring vaulted ceilings, woven by elven artisans who hummed low, melodic tunes while stringing cascading clusters of glowing starlight lilies across the white marble pillars. High-tier arch-mages hovered in mid-air, casting stabilization spells over massive stacks of velvet fabric and shimmering silk swatches that threatened to avalanche across the floor. Somewhere beyond the pillars, a quartet of musicians tuned their instruments in fits and starts, filling the air with half-finished melodies that never quite resolved. Amidst the swirling storm of wedding planning, Miles and Ronan were locked in a fiercely debated tactical argument by the center table right in front of me. "I am telling you, obsidian velvet with silver threading is infinitely more sophisticated than crimson silk and gold embroidery!" Miles held up a d
Miles's Point of View The next five days in the royal palace passed in a blurred whirlwind of activity. Zane's body healed at a staggering speed, fueled by his own spirit wolf's awakening, the royal alchemical elixirs, and the constant, overwhelming presence of two possessive mates who refused to leave his side for more than ten minutes at a time. I caught myself watching him sleep more nights than I'd admit, tracking the rise and fall of his chest as though my vigilance alone could keep the nightmares of the lower realm from ever touching him again. Outside our quiet sanctuary, the entire kingdom roared to life. The black clouds that had suffocated the realm for months had vanished entirely, replaced by brilliant, crystal-clear blue skies. Guilds of elven weavers, dwarf blacksmiths, and human artisans flooded the capital, stringing golden lanterns along the shattered stone ramparts and decorating the grand royal plaza with silver banners bearing the symbols of the unified alliance
Miles' Point Of View I pulled out. Zane made a sound like I'd wounded him, a raw, offended whine, his hand shooting back to grab my hip as if he could drag me back in by force alone. "What are you doing," he gasped. "Miles. What are you doing, don't you dare..." "Shh." I turned him around to face me, and the look he gave me, flushed, dripping, furious with need, nearly finished me on the spot. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm just done with this wall." I shoved my soaked trousers down and kicked them off with a wet slap against the tile, boots and all, graceless and past caring. Zane watched me with his mouth slightly open, his eyes traveling down me and then back up, unhurried this time, taking his turn to stare, as though he meant to memorize every inch of what the water had already shown him. "You're staring," I said. "I'm allowed to stare." His grin was crooked and ruined, the grin of a man who'd forgotten how to be anything but honest. "You said so yourself." "Come here." I
Miles' Point Of View The formal dinner in the grand dining hall had finally drawn to a quiet close. The evening had been filled with continuous laughter, rich food, and endless teasing from Vespera and mom, but once the heavy oak doors of the west-wing guest suite clicked shut, the external noise vanished into absolute silence, leaving only the hush of two people who had spent an entire meal pretending nothing had changed between them. Zane had excused himself almost immediately, stepping into the adjoining master bathroom to draw a hot bath and let the enchanted waters soothe his recovering muscles. I'd watched him go, watched the careful way he still favored his left side even weeks after the healers had cleared him, and told myself, as I had told myself every night for the past year, that I would give him his space. The water was still running when I got my hands on him. I heard him through the glass, that low, tired groan he lets out when heat finally finds muscle, and somethi
Miles' Point Of ViewWe filed through the grand, vaulted foyer and stepped into the family's private drawing room. It was a massive, sunlit chamber lined with towering bookshelves filled with glowing ancient tomes, deep plush velvet sofas in shades of deep indigo and gold, and a crackling magical hearth that cast a cozy, dancing glow over the room. The familiar scent of dried sage and old parchment settled over me like a blanket, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I allowed myself to simply breathe in the safety of home. Every corner of this room held some memory, some echo of the boy I'd been before duty and war had reshaped me, and for a moment I let myself exist in that overlap. The moment Zane took a seat on the softest sofa, my mother vanished toward a towering mahogany bookshelf in the corner. I immediately felt a cold spike of sheer, unadulterated dread shoot straight down my spine. "Mom..." I warned, taking a quick step forward, holding my hands up in a defe







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