Mag-log inShe moaned—soft, needy—fingers tugging my hair. I moved lower, kissing across her collarbone, down to her breasts. The lace was so thin I could feel her nipples hardening through it. I took one into my mouth, sucking gently through the fabric. She arched, whimpering, nails digging into my shoulder
LUCIEN’S POV I lay back against the headboard, hands folded behind my head, eyes closed. The sheets were cool against my bare skin, the room quiet except for the soft rustle of Adele moving around. We’d just put Andrea to bed—story read, kisses given, little arms hugging us both tight before his e
ROSE’S POV My stomach was doing flips so hard I thought I might actually throw up right there on the red carpet leading into the grand ballroom. The Valkar Group annual dinner was always a big deal—black ties, sparkling gowns, crystal chandeliers that probably cost more than most people’s houses—b
LUCIEN’S POV The blanket was spread out under the big oak tree, dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves and dancing across Adele’s hair. She’d packed everything—sandwiches, fruit, little juice boxes for Andrea, even a tiny picnic basket with a checkered cloth. Her idea, of course. She sai
DAMIEN’S POV Rose’s lips were still on mine, soft and warm, tasting like the little mint she’d popped earlier. I couldn’t stop smiling against her mouth. The way she’d just tossed Scarlett out like yesterday’s trash? Pure gold. My girl was a force, and I was the luckiest bastard alive. I pulled
DAMIEN’S POV A week had passed since that nightmare in the forest bunker, and every single day felt like walking on thin ice. Rose was healing—physically, at least. But I knew the real damage was deeper. Nightmares still woke her up in the middle of the night, heart racing, body slick with swea
THIRD PERSON POV The table crashed against the stone wall with a thunderous crack, splintering into pieces. Dust rose like ash, and the sound echoed through the vast, dark chamber. The Mistress stood at the center of the room, her eyes burning like fire against the cold gloom. Her gown, black as
THIRD PERSON POV The moon shone bright and cold above the forest clearing. The rogues gathered there looked beaten and afraid. Their bodies were covered in dirt and wounds, their eyes wide and restless. At the center of the clearing stood their leader. The Alpha. She was tall and fierce-lookin
I should have walked away. Closed the book. Left the room. Pretended I never saw it. But I didn’t. Because something deep inside me—something restless, and stubborn—refused to listen. The red book sat in front of me, silent and heavy, the unlocked padlock hanging loose at its side. The faint m
The cold night wind brushed against my face as I stood on the balcony, watching the crowd below. The royal hall glowed like fire—hundreds of lanterns swinging above, banners fluttering in the night. From here, the people looked small, their laughter distant, their excitement a cruel reminder of how







