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Claimed By The Beast

Auteur: Alwyn Wynter
last update Date de publication: 2026-08-04 20:52:05

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 s
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  • CARRYING THE BEAST'S CHILD    The Enemy Within

    *Gwenriel*Brythil didn't wait for the music to finish or for the guests to notice we had gone.His hand closed around mine, and within moments, we were moving quickly through a side corridor, away from the noise. The guard was half a step behind us."Say it again," Brythil said once the heavy doors had shut behind us and the corridor had gone quiet. "All of it.""Four riders," the guard replied. "No house colors, no banners—nothing that marks them. They rode in behind her carriage and stopped at the edge of the eastern road instead of coming through the gates. My man watched them the entire time she was inside. The moment the doors closed behind her, they moved south.""South," Brythil repeated, something tightening behind his eyes. "Toward the old temple.""That's my guess too."I looked between them. "What's at the old temple?"Brythil hesitated slightly before he answered. "It's where the curse was

  • CARRYING THE BEAST'S CHILD    Forgotten Betrothal

    *Gwenriel*The silence stretched long enough that I could hear my own pulse in my ears."Lady Sera," the king said finally, recovering his voice before anyone else did. "This is... unexpected.""I imagine it is." Sera's gaze hadn't moved from Brythil, not once, not even to acknowledge the king who had addressed her.She crossed the hall with unhurried grace. "I heard rumors on the road that the crown prince had taken a bride. I confess I didn't believe them until I saw the invitations myself.""You weren't sent an invitation," Brythil said."No." A faint, humorless smile touched her lips. "I wasn't. I came anyway."Kael set his goblet down on the nearest table before stepping closer. "Sera. It's been what, three years?""Four." Her eyes finally left Brythil long enough to sweep over me, slow and assessing, from the crown of my head to where my hand still rested in his.Something flickered behind her exp

  • CARRYING THE BEAST'S CHILD    Unwelcomed Guest

    *Gwenriel*The ceremony itself had been small, exactly as Brythil promised. A handful of witnesses gathered in the eastern courtyard. Vows were spoken quickly under the pale sky. But the celebration that followed was not small at all."The king insisted," Brythil said, adjusting the collar of his coat as we stood outside the doors to the great hall. "Small ceremony, large reception. His compromise, apparently.""You could have refused.""I tried." His mouth curved, though the tension hadn't left his shoulders. "He reminded me that a prince marrying a servant girl already gives the nobility enough to whisper about. Denying them a party would only make it worse."I glanced toward the enormous doors. Even from where we stood, I could hear music spilling through them.I smoothed a hand down the front of my gown. Pale gold this time, chosen deliberately for daylight and for a room full of windows instead of candlelight.A hall full of nobles, wine, and a prince whose control frayed once th

  • CARRYING THE BEAST'S CHILD    A Wedding Of Secrets

    *Gwenriel*Brythil tucked me gently into the bed and pulled me closer to him, my back resting against his chest, feeling its steady rise and fall.By the time the sun rose, the palace had already begun to stir with a kind of urgency I hadn't seen before. Servants moved through the halls in quick, purposeful lines, arms full of fabric, flowers, and gold.Somewhere below my window, someone was shouting instructions about chairs.Brythil wasn't beside me anymore. Miriam swept into my room before I'd even finished blinking the sleep away from my eyes, a bundle of parchment tucked against her chest."The seamstresses want you within the hour," she said. "The head steward has requests about seating, and the kitchens want to know if you have any preferences for—""Miriam."She stopped, catching herself. "Sorry. It's just— a lot, all at once.""I noticed." I pushed myself up against the pillows and swung my legs over the side of the bed. The nausea had faded into something duller, more manage

  • CARRYING THE BEAST'S CHILD    Tension Between Brothers

    *Gwenriel* I stared at the guard. "The king?" "Yes, my lady." Before I could say anything else, Brythil sat upright. The exhaustion that had softened his features moments ago drained away, and something sharper took its place. "Did my father say why?" The guard shook his head. "No, Your Highness. He only instructed me to bring Lady Gwenriel to the dining hall." "The dining hall?" The guard nodded. "The king wishes to have lunch with both princes." Brythil's jaw tightened. I closed my book and stood. "Then I suppose we should go." Brythil's eyes found mine. "You don't have to." I raised an eyebrow. "The king invited me." He turned toward the guard. "Tell my father we'll be there shortly." The guard bowed and left. Brythil crossed the room to me. "Stay close to me." He extended his hand. I looked at it a moment too long before placing mine in his. His fingers closed around mine, and my pulse jumped at the small gesture. A long table stretched beneath a chandelier heavy with

  • CARRYING THE BEAST'S CHILD    A Beast Burden's

    Naeja's smile vanished.I turned. Brythil stood at the other end of the corridor. His long black hair fell loosely around his shoulders, and his amber eyes were fixed on Naeja."Your Highness, I..." she stammered.Brythil didn't give her a chance to finish. He walked toward us, his expression unreadable. When he reached me, his gaze briefly swept over my face before turning toward Miriam."I thought I told you to give her breakfast in her room.""Pardon me, Your Highness," Miriam said, lowering her head."Oh, come on, brother. Don't be like that." Kael's voice came from behind us. He approached with an amused expression before fixing his gaze on me."She's family now. She should have breakfast with the royal family." His eyes flickered toward Brythil. "I'm sure Father would want to see her."Brythil frowned. "This doesn't concern you."Kael's smile faded slightly."She will have breakfast where I want her to have breakfast."Before I could say anything, Brythil reached for my arm. "Co

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