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
LUCIEN’S POV I froze. Her words hung between us, soft and confused, cutting straight through the haze of pleasure still buzzing in my veins. ‘This is my first time having sex…but I thought… that was supposed to be left inside me.’ My eyes snapped to hers. Those gray eyes…wide, searching.. looke
LUCIEN’S POV Naomi. She stood there, rigid as a statue, her hands clasped in front of her like she was holding herself together. Her dark hair was pulled back tight, and her eyes—those familiar hazel eyes—darted to mine before dropping to the floor. It had been years since I'd seen her. She used
ADELE’S POV The steam swirled around us, thick and hot, but it had nothing on the heat in Lucien’s eyes. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. In one smooth blur of motion, his shirt hit the floor, pants followed, and then the glass door slid open. Warm water sprayed over his bare skin as he stepped
She looked at me with wide, panicked eyes, words dying on her tongue. “What good,” I said quietly, “did finding a second chance mate do for me?” The question hung heavy in the air. Soraya lowered her head, trembling. “My King…” “Answer me!” I barked. She stayed silent. I exhaled harshly,







