AURORAI had seen much in my life—radiant feasts, epic battles, and even the hidden glories of the Fae realm—but nothing so awe-inspiring as the vista that stood before me now.A ruin. A complete and utter ruin.The great castle, hewn from the face of the mountain, now smouldered in ash, its remains clinging to walls that barely stood. A curl of smoke drifted into the air, its acrid blending with that of charred stone and spell. It was ruinously beautiful.And at its centre stood my Aunt Hailey.She was a picture of strength, hair streaming in the wind, golden eyes burning with the sting of battle. Beside her, Uncle Ryan stood unwavering, bloodied but very much alive, his wolf-like aura as dominant as ever.Jaden, Jackson, and Jermaine stood there silently, each one absorbing the devastation in their own quiet way. Alexia was keeping her mouth open, eyes staring in horror. Even Adrian, the ever-aloof Vampire King, raised an eyebrow at the show.Me, though? I smiled."That," I breathed
FLORAThe ash taste still lingered on my tongue.The ravaged hideout burned behind us, the ashes of our shelter a black wasteland little improved upon nothing. Smoke writhed into the night sky like the agonized cries of the dying.That foul queen.My hands clenched at my sides as David and I ran through the dense forest, our cloaks whipping about us in the wind. My entire body ached from the fight, from the loss. Years of careful planning, of subtle manipulations, all undone in one night by Hailey and her abominable arrogance.And to add insult to injury—she destroyed the relic.Anger simmered beneath my skin, a fire that could not be extinguished.Hailey.That pesky, meddlesome, holier-than-thou queen.She thought she had killed me. She thought she had ruined my plan. But all she had done was delay the inevitable.I dug my nails into the nearest stone wall, my breath coming in short, furious gasps. I could still hear the crash of that vase shattering under her hands, still feel the l
HAILEYThe war room was as quiet as a tomb when I stood at the head of the long obsidian table, my eyes locked on Alexia. The tension was thick and heavy in the air, but I didn't care about anyone's discomfort. Not today.Alexia sat stiffly across from me, her hands clasping the wooden chair arms as if they would keep her anchored against the storm she knew she was about to encounter. I could see it in her eyes—the conflict raging within her, the turmoil seething her heart and mind.I had endured it long enough.The others watched, waited. Jaden, Jackson, and Jermaine remained against the walls, each mask a face. Turtela hovered near, her smile tinged, anxiety shading her countenance. Even Ryan, freshly recovering from what transpired between Flora and David, possessed a keen interest in the predicament before them.I stormed at them."Leave us."Jaden took a half step closer, his jaw compressing. "Mother—""I told you to leave us." My voice was as sharp as a razor, my order absolute.
ALEXIA The night air was thick with magic. I felt it pressing against my skin, surrounding me like a force field. The castle walls, usually strong and solid, now hummed with energy, charged by the full moon suspended high in the sky. Three days. All the time Hailey had given me to decide. To accept or decline my friends. Three days to unravel a lifetime of doubt, fear, and denial. Now there was no time at all. I looked at my reflection in the large gilded mirror in my bedroom. My blonde hair cascaded down my back, my green eyes burning with a tempest of emotions I had no idea how to control. I looked the same as always—confident, lovely, poised. But inside? Inside, I was a disaster. My fingers shook as I pressed them against the wooden vanity. I had spent so long attempting to deny the pull, attempting to justify why I couldn't—shouldn't—be theirs. But the truth was agonizingly simple. I was afraid. Afraid of losing myself. Afraid of being something less in the shadow of thei
JADENThe weight of Hailey's ultimatum hung over me like a thick fog. Three days. That was all Alexia had. Three days to decide whether or not she would accept or reject the bond that tied her to my brothers and me.And now, beneath the full moon's dark sky, I sat in our shared chambers, tension coiled tight within my muscles.Jackson stretched out on the couch, looking relaxed, but I noticed the restless flutter of his fingers against the armrest. Jermaine stood at the window, looking out at the moon with a face that couldn't be read.We didn't say a word.Because none of us had any idea what was coming.I exhaled a sharp breath, pushing myself off the wall I was standing against. "Think she'll show?" My voice was low, but my words echoed in the silence.Jermaine didn't turn from the window. "I don't know."Jackson snorted. "She doesn't actually have a choice. Either she takes us, or she lets us go. The question is—" His gaze met mine. "Can you handle it if she says no?"A muscle tig
ALEXIAI'm tensed around the triplets, it's a full moon, my emotions are wild, my arousal potent yet I can't bring myself to loosen up; asides the fact that I'm two years older, I've always only seen the boys as my siblings but all of my impressions of them pale in comparison to this day.Jaden is the first to move towards me, spraying peppery kisses at my neck, my back and nipping at me with his fangs. A moan involuntarily slips out of me and Jermaine is suddenly next to him, as I try to keep a grasp on the emotions flying round me, he tears of my cloth while Jaden kisses me long and hard; I'm gasping for breath, breathless, lost and certainly unaware of my surroundings. At some point I'm lowered to the bed and Jackson is on me, his kisses are sweet, dominant and pleasurable and as I try to get used to the feeling, suddenly I feel long fingers in me, then two hot mouths on my nipples, it's too much, the pleasure is so heightened that I am lost and as my first climax rips through me,
ISAIAHThe sun had barely risen, but the castle was already alive with movement. The air hummed with tension, the aftermath of last night's claiming still potent with power. It was to be expected—three Alphas finally claiming their mate. The bond had taken hold, their powers intertwined with Alexia's, and now the whole of the supernatural world would feel the shift.I had expected much in my lifetime, yet watching destiny unfold before my eyes was always an occasion. However, unease sat heavy in my breast.Something was amiss.I stood on the highest balcony of the castle, looking out over the endless territories beneath me. The sky was cloudless, the air crisp, yet my mind elsewhere. I'd felt a stirring—a stirring beyond the triplet and Alexia connection. Something beneath the surface was twitching, an unseen energy crawling its way nearer.And it wasn't hostile.A soft shuffle at my rear had me turning.Hailey.The Queen strode purposefully, her presence commanding as always. But I
HAILEY The moment I stepped inside the Fae Court, I knew this was a bad idea.Not that I feared them. No, the Fae had lost long ago any power they ever had to elicit anything more than annoyance in me. But that they'd taken it upon themselves to summon me, like I was some petty subject under their authority, brought my blood to a rolling boil.There was a hush that fell on the grand hall as I approached, my steps echoing on the shining crystal floors. The Fae lived and breathed beauty and lies, and their Queen was no exception. She lounged on her sparkling throne of woven silver and ivy, golden eyes unruffled, enigmatic.I remained standing before her, bowing my head by a fraction. "You are well aware, Your Majesty, that summoning in a Queen of my reputation is an insult worthy of war, aren't you?"The silence in the room intensified.I watched as the Queen's lips wobbled, her face a fleeting twitch of mirth playing upon her small face. "And yet you did."I smiled, but it was not war
ALEXIAI woke up with a metallic taste in my mouth and the smell of blood thick in the air. My lungs hurt with each breath, but I didn't dare move. Something pressed on my chest—not physically, but emotionally. A weight I couldn't get rid of.Hailey.My last memory had been of her scream, of the way her power burst forth like a star. It engulfed everything—the Legion's commander, most of his men, even the battlefield itself. I remembered the fear in his eyes when Draco dived. Then nothing. Just darkness."She hasn't woken up."I recognized Turtela's voice. It was rough with worry, but there was determination in it too."We have to do something," Marissa said. "She's the Queen. She can't stay like this."My eyes fluttered open, and the brightness of the infirmary nearly blinded me. White walls. The scent of herbs and steel. I turned my head slowly, my every muscle protesting, to see them all gathered around another bed.Hailey.I sat up, ignoring the tearing pain down my ribs. Lynn was
AUDACUSThe realm seem disturbed tonight.Even the stars—those arrogant little heaven's candles—were afraid to shine too brightly above me. They knew. Even the universe knew what I was about to do.I stood at the edge of the cliff, my cloak of darkness swirling in the harsh wind. Below, the ravine shuddered, its depths seething with hissing smoke and runes carved by long-forgotten gods. I had set up this summoning circle a hundred years ago—just in case. And now… now the time was here."Come," I whispered, raising my hands as old incantations flamed on my lips. "Come, Legion.The ground creaked. Split. Groaned in agony like a dying beast. From below, out of the darkness, a scream ripped the silence. One. Then a hundred. Then hundreds of thousands—rising as one.The Legion.Three hundred thousand demons, bred for anarchy. Some had been angels once. Some had never been more than formless until my darkness gave them form. And now they surged like bubbling tar rising up from the bowels of
AUDACUSFire spat and spat in the fire before me, shadows curling around the walls of stone like hungry snakes. I reclined in the chair of dark, high-backed obsidian in the center of my war room, robes of smoke and midnight folded around me in loops of fate. My hands tapped a slow, calculated beat on the bent armrest, lethal.Lilith sat motionless in the adjacent room.Her breath—if one could even call it that anymore—was shallow. Barely there. Her fall into the coma had been abrupt, unforetold, un-theatrical. Just. silent. A silence so deep that it vibrated through the realm.And I hated it.She alone had ever spat venom right back at me and still made me crave the taste of her defiance. Her anger. Her fury. But now? Glass. Shattered. Cold. And worse—silent.No more filthy words.No more threats that she'd rip out my heart if I ever sinned against her daughter.Now, all I had was time.But Ryan… oh, Ryan didn't have time at all.Ideal.A knock echoed on the door—sharp, brief. My gene
RAYThe night was mine. The odor of war clung heavy to the atmosphere, and the promise of approaching chaos made my skin crawl, bones moving just below as I stretched through all my shapes. Tonight the game was set, and I, Ray, his most trusted one, had the honor of delivering the king's new scheme.Audacus loomed over us, demonically serene, every inch of him a vision of lethal refinement. That voice, so smooth but colder than winter's cold, was a force no sane man would want to challenge. "Keep them busy," he instructed us, fingers lazily spinning a glass of dark wine as if this plan wasn't going to break the world. "Isolate Hailey and Ryan at all costs. The two of them together are trouble. Alone, they fall apart."A vicious grin crept gradually across my lips. Simple in appearance. Deadly in purpose."What about the others?" I asked, masking my enthusiasm with polite calmness.Audacus's golden eyes flashed to mine, as cutting as a knife. "The triplets are strong, but unripe. Diver
AUDACUS The moment I stepped through the massive glass doors of Kings Enterprises, the atmosphere shifted. Clean, polished, professional—exactly how humans liked to present their tiny empires. It was nearly funny. The whole building reeked of ambition, desperation, and carefully hidden fear. It smelled like opportunity.I adjusted the mortal guise I was wearing: well-pressed suit, comfortable leather loafers, and a pair of glasses perched low on the bridge of my nose. The perfect image of a struggling investor who'd at last been able to scrounge up sufficient capital to swim with the sharks. Beneath, I smiled. They had no idea.The receptionist greeted me with that rehearsed corporate warmth. "Welcome to Kings Enterprises, Mr.?""Addison," I supplied the alias with ease. "Jon Addison. I'm here to see your investment representative. I'm interested in purchasing direct stock."Her fingers flew across the keyboard, and within a second she nodded. "Right this way, Mr. Addison."It all pr
RAY The night was mine. The odor of war clung heavy to the atmosphere, and the promise of approaching chaos made my skin crawl, bones moving just below as I stretched through all my shapes. Tonight the game was set, and I, Ray, his most trusted one, had the honor of delivering the king's new scheme. Audacus loomed over us, demonically serene, every inch of him a vision of lethal refinement. That voice, so smooth but colder than winter's cold, was a force no sane man would want to challenge. "Keep them busy," he instructed us, fingers lazily spinning a glass of dark wine as if this plan wasn't going to break the world. "Isolate Hailey and Ryan at all costs. The two of them together are trouble. Alone, they fall apart." A vicious grin crept gradually across my lips. Simple in appearance. Deadly in purpose. "What about the others?" I asked, masking my enthusiasm with polite calmness. Audacus's golden eyes flashed to mine, as cutting as a knife. "The triplets are strong, but unripe. D
AUDACUS The council chamber stank of old magic and old pride. It clung to the stones, bleeding into the mortar like the blood of all fools who'd ever sat upon high thrones and imagined that they were invulnerable. I was in the center, hands clasped behind my back, the gravity of a century measured in the loose bend of my shoulders. Ten wizard elders stood around me, faces etched with lines made of centuries, eyes filmed over by complacency. The robes flowed over the marble floor as they shifted to stand nearer, as if attitude itself might distort fate in their direction. "Audacus," the oldest, Master Callum, said, his voice husky with a challenge never breached in all his years. "Your arrogance does not belong here. You are not welcome." A smile flared at the edge of my lips. "Arrogance is the right of the already triumphant. You just haven't quite caught up with reality." Whispers circulated around the circle, soft, trembling shivers from tired old gods in mortal flesh. I could
AUDACUS Been out again in the mortal world feels so surreal but good, it's been so long, too long really but the night tasted sweet. Sweeter than a vow. More bitter than deceit. I stood beneath the crooked arm of a dying oak, one hand leather-gloved, the other bare, tracing my finger along the cold curve of my ring. The dark stone pulsed softly beneath my fingers, full of the quiet, slow hunger I always kept just beneath my skin. The world was still tonight. Even the wind had enough sense to whisper not when I heard it. I could sense the earth beneath my feet, the shift of shadow as it crawled towards me, drawn like a moth battering itself around its own funeral place. The shifter was late. It was always so with beasts bound by fear and not by love. Still, I was impressed by its cunning. Its guile. The art of slinking in and out of hides like leaves from a book. Finally, the beast emerged out of the woods. A distorted shape, wrapped in the stolen form of a man — the fifth, I thi
LOGAN The air reeked of blood, pungent enough to slice through bone-deep exhaustion. I arrived too late for the battle, but just in time for the cleanup. Marissa stood with her arm raised over the shape-shifter's deformed body, which collapsed at her feet like a crumpled flower. Its body shook as if even death would not claim it cleanly. Her sword dripped with black, noxious ichor. I'd wanted to feel proud — darn it, I was proud — but my wolf howled inside my chest walls, screaming for vengeance. "Are you alright?" I pressed forward, ready to catch her if her legs gave out under her. Marissa cleaned the knife on her hand, jutting chin as if the fighter I knew her to be was finally free of that cage she'd been holding herself in. "It won't be the last." That solitary stark truth weighed between us like a boulder. "Not if I have any say in it," I growled. And I meant every damn word. ISAIAH The scent of smoke still hung in the air, seeping into the stone walls like an unwelcom