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 could feel it, I was losing control again and it was only a matter of time before I completely lost it. My hands were clenched so tightly as I made my way to the high priestess chamber. I knew it was a waste of time because she'd give me the same answer. Lucien opened the door and I entered.
The sound of running water filled the bathroom, steady and soothing—at first. I stood under the spray, my palms flat against the cold tile, eyes closed, trying to breathe. The steam rose around me like a ghost, curling against my skin. For a few seconds, it was the only thing keeping me from falli
I was going to throw up. The second the mistress called my name, something inside me curled into itself, clawing at my chest like a trapped animal. I stood there frozen, blood draining from my face as every girl turned to look at me. Her smile was thin. Too polite. Too practiced. “Emilia, His
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







