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 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
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,
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
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







