LOGINShe 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
I felt like a creep, because I was acting like one. But after what happened last night, I just couldn't stop. I looked at the white silk gown in my hand before bringing it to my nose once again. The same one she had worn last night. There was just something about her scent that was sweet and all
“What—” I whispered, but the words died. A violent surge of power tore out of me, bursting through my chest in blinding blue light. The world exploded. A shockwave blasted outward—cracking the ground, shattering windows, ripping through the air like a storm unleashed. The force sent everything
MAXIMUS’S POV The forest was too fucking quiet. Every sound felt heavy. Every shadow looked alive. My paws hit the wet earth again and again, the rhythm fast and desperate. The night air was cold, cutting through my fur, but I barely felt it. All I could think about was her. Emilia. Her sce
He laughed bitterly under his breath—a sharp, humorless sound. “The last straw was when my father told me Maximus would be king.” His hands clenched in the sheets. “He knew how much I wanted that. He knew I was the first son. He said Maximus was the chosen one—that the crown belonged to him. And d







