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
He’d thought he was in charge. Thought he could boss me around, throw his authority in my face like it was a crown I should bow to. But at the end of the day, he’d been the one asking me to leave. And that? That was a victory. I stepped out of the bathroom, still naked under the towel. My gown
“You’re still alive?” I turned, pulse pounding so hard it almost drowned her out—but not quite. Nothing could dull the sound of that voice. My sister’s voice. Rosella stood there, arms folded across her chest, a smirk tugging at her lips like she’d been waiting her whole life for this moment. He
The chains were biting into my wrists. Thick iron links dug into skin already raw from the struggle, holding me against the cold stone wall of my black room. My breath came out in ragged bursts, chest heaving, the air tasting of steel, sweat, and the faint copper tang of my own blood where the sha
The balcony stretched wide before me, a black mouth opening to the chaos beyond. The marble beneath my shoes gleamed under the pale wash of moonlight, cool, still, and untouched—so unlike the scene that unfolded below. My Alphas and warriors were pouring into the night like a living tide, snarls spl







