MasukShe 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
“Wait—wait!” My voice was filled with anger and frustration, but he didn’t even slow down. His fingers wrapped around my wrist like iron, dragging me down the corridor. Every step echoed off the stone walls, my bare feet slipping on the smooth floor as I tried to keep up. “You have to listen to
Adele’s voice cut through the tension—strong, fierce. “Hey—if you didn’t come into this world, where would I find my mate?” Her words pierced the haze. I looked at her, and despite everything—the ropes, the knife, the fear— she managed a small, defiant smile. Goddess, I loved her. Even here, in he
LUCIEN’S POV My boots pounded the stone floors like war drums, each step fueling the rage boiling inside me. The palace corridors blurred—servants scattering out of my way, their faces a mix of confusion and fear. I didn’t care. Adele’s words echoed in my head: ‘Your father's alive!’ My father.
LUCIEN’S POV “Judging by the look in your eyes,” Harrison said, that twisted smirk still playing on his lips like he was enjoying every second of this hell, “you want to know.” He tilted his head, eyes narrowing as if he was reading my soul. The knife in his hand made my stomach churn. The ai







