Mag-log inROSE’S POV Four months. It’s been four whole months since the morning Damien walked through that door, since the scent of roses and lilies wrapped around us both and changed everything forever. Four months of waking up in his arms, of soft kisses on my forehead before he leaves for work, of him whispering “my queen” against my skin like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Four months of being treated like I’m made of glass and gold. He spoils me rotten. Breakfast in bed when I’m too tired to move. Flowers every week—roses and lilies, always. Jewelry that costs more than I could have earned in ten years as a maid. Dresses that fit me like they were sewn by magic. He even had the staff redecorate half the house just because I once mentioned I liked soft blues and creams. If he could, I swear he’d worship the ground I walk on. And yet… there’s this ache in my chest that never quite goes away. A quiet, gnawing fear that sits heavy on my heart no matter how many times he tell
ADELE’S POV The moment his footsteps faded down the hall, I pressed my ear to the door, holding my breath until I was sure he was gone. Silence. Finally. I cracked the door open just enough to peek out. The corridor was empty, the morning light spilling across the floor like nothing had happened. Like my heart wasn’t splintering inside my chest. I grabbed the two bags I’d packed and slipped out, pulling the door shut behind me with a soft click that sounded too loud in the quiet. I just needed to get out before he came back. Before he looked at me with those stormy eyes and said something that would make me stay and hate myself for it. He wouldn’t let me leave if he caught me. And yet he wouldn’t claim me either. The thought burned hotter than anger. It burned everywhere. I started down the hallway, moving as quietly as I could. Every step pulled at the dress I'd change into, the fabric brushing against me in ways that made me bite the inside of my cheek. My body felt wro
I took a threatening step toward him, closing the gap until our faces were inches apart. My breath came out in hot bursts, my chest heaving like I'd just run a marathon. "Adele is my mate, you understand?" I snarled, my voice low and dangerous, laced with every ounce of fury boiling inside me. "So stay the fuck away from her." Derek didn't back down. Hell, he didn't even blink. Instead, he shifted forward, mirroring my aggression, his broad shoulders squaring up like he was ready to throw down right there on the balcony. The air between us crackled, thick with the scent of challenge—two powerful males, locked in a standoff that could explode any second. His dark eyes bored into mine, unflinching, and I could see the fire in them, the same possessive spark that was tearing me apart. "If she's your mate," he shot back, his tone steady but edged with steel, "then treat her as such. Or I swear, I won't hold back." The words hit me like a gut punch. Treat her as such. As if I didn't
CHAPTER 14 LUCIEN’S POV I stood there like a damn fool, staring at the door as if willing it to open would make it happen. My forehead pressed against the cool wood, the grain biting into my skin, but I barely felt it. All I could feel was the ache in my chest, sharp and unrelenting, like someone had carved out a piece of me and left it bleeding. Adele was on the other side—my mate, the woman who was supposed to be my everything—and she wouldn’t let me in. And hell, I couldn’t blame her. “I’m sorry,” I’d said through the door, my voice cracking like some pathetic kid. Sorry. What a useless word. It didn’t fix the nights I’d left her waiting, the times I’d pulled away when all she wanted was for me to pull her closer. I was supposed to protect her, that’s what I kept telling myself. Protect her from the mess inside me, from the chaos of being mated to someone like me—a beta with too much baggage, too many shadows from the past that made me question if I could ever be what she neede
ADELE’S POV I pushed myself to my feet slowly, my body still humming from pain, anger, and something far more confusing. When I looked at Lucien, his eyes were no longer just angry. They were murderous. Dark. Sharp. Locked on Alpha Derek like he was an enemy standing on his land instead of a respected Alpha inside the King’s pal. The air around him felt heavier, thick with restrained violence, and my wolf curled uneasily inside my chest. Alpha Derek noticed it too. He straightened immediately and dipped his head in a respectful bow. “Beta Lucien,” he greeted calmly. Lucien didn’t blink. Didn’t move. Didn’t return the greeting. The silence stretched, tense enough that I felt it crawling over my skin. It was the kind of silence that came right before blood spilled. I could almost hear the growls building beneath the surface, feel the challenge hanging in the air between them. I couldn’t do this. Not now. Not with my emotions already shredded beyond repair. I turned away f
CHAPTER 12 ADELE’S POV I pulled away from him so fast it felt like my skin burned where he’d touched me. My hands flew up, clutching the thin nightgown to my chest like it could shield me from the world. The fabric suddenly felt too light, too revealing, clinging to every curve like it wanted to betray me. Cold air kissed my bare legs, and I became painfully aware of how exposed I was standing there in the bright corridor. Alpha Derek stiffened instantly. He cleared his throat and looked away, sharp and deliberate, like a man reminding himself where to put his eyes. “Sorry,” he said, voice low. “I didn’t mean to—” “It’s fine,” I rushed out, even though it wasn’t. My heart was still slamming against my ribs, my pulse loud in my ears. “I—I’m fine.” A lie. Another one. He shrugged out of his suit jacket before I could protest, the expensive fabric sliding off his shoulders. He stepped closer again, slower this time, and gently wrapped it around me, draping it over my shoulders l







