MasukIn the unforgiving kingdom of Daekhar, a wolfless servant is less than nothing. Gwenriel Huxley has spent her life scrubbing floors and surviving the cruelty of her stepsister. When a deadly lunar heat elixir is forced down her throat, she has only until dawn to mate—or die. Fleeing into the forest, she collides with a massive black-and-white beast twice the size of any alpha. The creature shifts into a dark, powerful man who claims her beneath the trees. By morning she is gone, believing she has escaped both death and consequence. She is wrong. The bite he left on her neck will not fade. His scent clings to her skin. And the stranger she left behind is no ordinary wolf—he is the cursed eldest prince the entire kingdom fears and hides. As Gwenriel’s body begins to change in ways she cannot ignore, enemies close in. Her stepsister will stop at nothing to destroy her. The royal court watches with hungry eyes. And the child she carries may be the only key to breaking a generations-old curse… or the reason she is hunted to the end. She was forced to survive him once. Now the beast has returned to claim what is his.
Lihat lebih banyakThe elderly woman nodded her head frantically, her eyes wide with fear. Brythil released her arm at once. She wasted no time hurrying from the room, the door clicking shut behind her.Silence settled between us.Brythil turned back to me. He approached the bed slowly, then leaned down and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear with unexpected gentleness.“I promise to take care of you,” he said, a soft smile touching his lips, “and our child.”I stared at him, horrified. “But… we’re not married. We’re not even engaged.”He straightened, the smile still there but firmer now.“Then we fix that,” he said simply. “We’ll get married. But first, we need to make sure your pregnancy stays hidden for now.”My heart stuttered. “Why?”His amber eyes darkened. “Because if people find out,” he answered quietly, “they are going to try to get rid of it. And we don’t want that, do we?”I shook my head quickly, then nodded in agreement, the weight of his words settling heavily in my chest.Brythil’s sm
The voice was cold and deep, cutting through the stunned silence of the ballroom like a blade. Every head turned toward the entrance. And there he stood: the stranger from the forest. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Long dark hair falling past his shoulders. Those same molten amber eyes that had burned into me beneath the trees now locked onto mine across the crowded hall. The black formal clothes he wore did nothing to soften the raw power emanating from him. He looked exactly as I remembered—and somehow far more dangerous. I blinked hard, certain I was hallucinating from the fall, from the slap. But I wasn't. What was he doing here? He started walking toward me. The crowd parted instinctively, as if some primal instinct warned them to step aside. His gaze never left me. When he reached the place where I still knelt on the cold marble, he stopped. One large hand extended toward me, palm open. Gently, almost carefully, he helped me to my feet. I stared up at him, wide-eyed, words failin
The next day...Naeja and Kael’s engagement party was to be held at the palace, a glittering affair meant to display the future king and his chosen queen before the entire pack. Naeja had made certain I would be there. She had gone to Kael herself and requested that I be assigned to serve. I was certain she did it only so she could flaunt her victory and rub every moment of it in my face.I had begged her that morning, my voice low and desperate. “I’m not well. Please… assign someone else.”She had looked at me as if I were something unpleasant stuck to the bottom of her shoe. “You’ll serve, Gwenriel. And you’ll do it with a smile.”“There are plenty of other maids,” I tried again, forcing myself to remain respectful. “Just for tonight. I don't feel right.”Naeja slowly rose from her chair, her crimson skirts whispering over the polished floor. She circled me like a predator sizing up wounded prey. “You don't look sick to me.”“I've been feeling dizzy since yesterday.”She stopped di
He covered my mouth with one hand and pressed a finger to his lips, signaling me to keep quiet. His eyes flicked toward the main corridor, listening. When no footsteps approached, he slowly withdrew his hand. Then he tugged the scarf lower. “What are you—” He turned my head to the side with careful but firm fingers, exposing the mark completely. His gaze sharpened as he examined it. “Where did you get this mark?” I forced myself to look at him. “It’s just a scratch, Your Highness.” His frown deepened. “A scratch? The mark on your neck has a clear diamond shape, and you’re telling me it’s a scratch?” His voice dropped. “You’re lying to me.” I shook my head quickly. “No. No, I assure you, Your Highness. It really is just a scratch.” He leaned even closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “That mark belongs to—” “Prince Kael!” Naeja’s voice rang out from the main corridor, bright and searching. “Damn it,” Kael muttered under his breath. He released me at once and stepped






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