เข้าสู่ระบบMiles' Point Of ViewI tightened my arms around Zane's waist, pulling him flush against my chest until I could feel every steady beat of his heart. He was warm, real, and breathing right here against my skin. After everything we had survived, that simple fact felt like a miracle I didn't deserve, a gift I was still afraid might be snatched away the moment I let my guard down. My mind was still spinning in complete, chaotic shock. Daekan's mate. The divine spirit wolf residing inside Zane's soul was bound to me. The realization kept crashing over me in waves, each one stronger than the last, refusing to let my thoughts settle into anything resembling calm. I kept waiting for the ground beneath me to make sense again, and it never quite did. When the Moon Goddess had approached my lineage a year ago, accepting the suicide mission into the higher spiritual plane hadn't just been about protecting Zane from the dark entities hunting my bloodline. It had been an act of self-preservation,
Zane's Point Of View I rubbed the back of my neck, offering my parents a thoroughly helpless, sheepish grin while their collective screams still echoed off the vaulted stone arches of the royal infirmary. My ears were still ringing from the sheer volume of it. I could practically feel the vibrations in my teeth. "Erm... Mom... Dad..." I stammered, wincing slightly as my face burned a bright, feverish red. "You'll... you'll get used to it. Eventually. I promise." My dad, Marcus, looked like his brain had completely short-circuited. He kept darting his eyes back and forth between Ronan's massive, golden-eyed wolf frame and Miles's dark, impossibly smooth demeanor, rubbing his temples as if trying to physically massage the sheer absurdity out of his skull. A vein had started to throb near his left eyebrow, and he exhaled through his nose like a man bracing himself for a blow he couldn't quite dodge. I almost felt sorry for him. Almost. "Get used to it?" my dad echoed, his voice dropp
Zane's Point of View I shoved myself backward, breaking free from Ronan's possessive grip in a frantic flurry of movement. The shock running through my blood completely eclipsed the throbbing pain in my ribs as my bare feet slapped hard against the cold stone floor. My heart hammered against my chest so violently I thought it might crack through my bandages entirely. Everything else in the room, the smell of antiseptic, the dim flicker of the medical wing's lanterns, the quiet murmurs of concern, faded into nothing beside the sight in front of me. "Easy, Zane!" Ronan shouted, stepping forward with his arms outstretched, his golden eyes wide with sheer panic for my freshly wrapped injuries. "You're going to tear your bandages!" I ignored him entirely, deaf to everything but the roaring in my own ears. I sprinted across the medical wing, throwing my weight straight forward, and launched myself into my father's arms. He caught me effortlessly, his sturdy frame absorbing the impact as
Zane's Point Of View My heart thumped against my bandaged chest so hard I thought my ribs would snap wide open. The echo of that ancient, resonant voice still vibrated through every thread of my spirit, turning my blood into hot, boiling liquid. I pressed a hand to my sternum, half expecting to feel the pulse of Daekan's presence beneath my skin like a second heartbeat. Everything around me seemed to blur at the edges, the sterile white walls of the medical wing fading into nothing as the weight of what I'd just heard settled over me like a physical force. I felt strangely untethered, as though the ground itself had shifted beneath me without warning, leaving me scrambling to find something solid to hold onto. 'What do you mean by that, Daekan?!' I screamed inside my head, clutching the front of Miles's jacket as my mind spun in wild, dizzying circles. 'I... I already have a mate and that's Ronan!''Quiet down, kid! You're making my head echo!' Daekan's voice rumbled deep inside my
Zane's Point Of View "What do you mean by that, Miles?!" I demanded, my voice cracking through the quiet room as I pulled back slightly from his embrace, my eyes locked on his with frantic disbelief. Before Miles could answer, Ronan pushed himself up from the medical couch, his broad frame towering over us. His golden eyes flared with a dangerous, predatory intensity, his jaw clenched tight as he stalked forward, every muscle in his body coiled with barely restrained fury. I could practically feel the heat radiating off him, that familiar possessive energy that always seemed to fill a room the moment he decided someone had crossed a line. "Yes, Miles..." Ronan growled, his voice dropping into a low, rumbling alpha tone that vibrated through the floorboards. "What do you mean? You can't just disappear for a year, show up out of nowhere, and start dropping cryptic, half-baked riddles on us in the middle of a royal medical wing." Miles didn't even flinch. He just slanted a cool, unim
Zane's Point Of View My vision blurred as hot, frantic tears stung the corners of my eyes. My heart hammered violently against my bandaged ribcage, every thump echoing like thunder in my ears. I could hardly believe what I was seeing. Part of me was certain my mind had finally cracked under the weight of everything, conjuring ghosts out of desperation, stitching together a fantasy my shattered heart desperately needed. "Miles...?" I whispered again, my breath hitching in my throat. "Is it... is it really you?" Miles stood at the threshold, his frame illuminated by the pale morning light streaming through the arched windows. Dust motes drifted lazily through the beams around him, as if the room itself had slowed down to let the moment sink in. A soft, weary smile touched his lips, his dark eyes brimming with a quiet, overwhelming warmth. He gave a single, slow nod, as though he, too, needed a moment to steady himself before speaking, as though the weight of twelve long months presse







