LOGINBefore the heavy doors of the royal bedchamber were even fully opened, Morana stepped out into the quiet stone corridor.Waiting in the dimly lit hallway were Alam, Killian, Garrett, and Griat. Alam stood leaning heavily against the stone wall, his face pale and bruised from his brutal fight with Shane, his torn arm freshly bandaged. Griat, who had just regained consciousness after being knocked out by the traitor during the break-in, sat on a wooden bench with his head in his hands, consumed by guilt. Beside them, Killian and Garrett paced like restless predators, their hands never stra
The blinding golden light that had filled the royal bedchamber began to soften, dissolving into a gentle, amber glow that bathed the chamber in warmth.The suffocating chill that had gripped the space for agonizing days was completely shattered. In its place returned the fierce, roaring Alpha heat, the familiar, comforting warmth that Rosalie had missed more than life itself.On the bed, Dominic’s chest rose and fell in a deep, steady rhythm. The ink-black veins that had threatened to swallow his soul were entirely gone, leaving his smooth, sun-bronzed skin untouched.Slowly, his dark lashes parted fully.Golden eyes, bright, fierce, and brimming with undeniable life, focused on the trembling woman kneeling beside him.Rosalie froze, her hand still locked tight in his, her bleeding palm pre
The heavy iron door of the dungeon vault slammed shut with a deafening thud that echoed through the dark stone underground halls.Rosalie stood outside the cell, her shoulders shaking beneath the heavy crimson velvet of her gown, her chest heaving as if she had just escaped a burning fire.Inside the cell, Cecilia’s raspy, wicked laughter still vibrated off the damp walls. When Rosalie had marched back down into the freezing depths, desperate to drag any secret from the witch’s dark tongue, Cecilia had offered her a single, monstrous choice."The poison is tied to my life-force, little Queen," Cecilia had purred, her crimson eyes gleaming with malicious delight in the dim torchlight. "Kill me
The dawn offered no warmth to the Amber Court. Outside the arched windows of the royal bedchamber, the storm had settled into a silent, relentless snowfall, blanketing the palace in a pale, dead quiet. But inside the cold room, the air was thick with suffocating dread.Dominic was dying.The black viper venom was no longer dormant. Deprived of the witch’s dark link after Morana suppressed her magic, the poison had turned wild, multiplying rapidly inside the Alpha King’s veins like a venomous frost. The ink-black, spiderweb lines had spread from his chest all the way up his neck, darkening his jawline and crawling toward his hollow temples.His breathing was terrifyingly shallow. Every few seconds, his chest would hitch in a violent, rattling rasp, a sound that cut through the silence of the room like a blade scraping against stone.
The damp stone walls of the special dungeon radiated a suffocating, icy chill. Deep within the bedrock beneath the Amber Court, torches flickered weakly in their iron sconces, casting long, twisted shadows across the wet floorboards.Bound to a massive stone pillar in the center of the vault, the unmasked witch stood motionless. Her ghostly white skin and wild, pitch-black hair glistened under the dim light, while her crimson eyes burned with a bitter, defeated glare. Across the narrow cell, tied heavily to a wooden chair with thick iron chains, sat Shane. Blood dried in thick crusts over his bruised jaw and torn tunic, his head hanging low until he raised his hollow, disbelieving eyes toward the bound woman he had ruined himself for.Rosalie stood near the iron bars, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. The soft red velvet of her gown was a stark contrast against the dark rock. Beside her
The heavy, iron-reinforced doors of the royal bedchamber clicked shut, sealing out the damp chill of the stone corridors and the lingering scent of blood and dark magic.Inside, the silence was absolute.The hearth had burned down to a pile of soft, glowing red embers, casting a gentle, warm light across the massive canopy bed. Outside, the howling wind had died into a quiet, steady snowfall, dusting the high glass windows with soft white flakes. The frantic violence of the night, the dungeon unmasking, Shane's shocking betrayal, the clashing of steel, felt a million miles away.Rosalie stood alone in the center of the room.The fierce, terrifying facade of the ruler faded slowly, peeling away like armor she could no longer bear to wear. Her shoulders trembled slightly beneath the heavy crimson velvet of her gown. She took a slo
Rosalie stood in the center of her cramped attic. Her eyes were fixed on the broken mirror in front of her. She has freshly showered, and her skin glows.Stepping out of her ragged clothing, she stared at the beautiful dress she had stitched out of torn dresses of Carolina.Rosalie put on the dress
Tears streamed down Rosalie's cheeks as she tried to free her arm from her mom's grip, but it was of no use.She dragged her to the tree near the woods. Rosalie panicked and shook her head violently, but Penelope didn't listen.She forced her against the tree and tied her hands with the ropes behin
Life was not that bad.That was what she always told herself. Even in the worst circumstances, she always told herself that life would get better for her one day. She didn't even wish for a good life; she just hoped it would get better one day, and that was all.But certain things weren't written i
A wave of ice-cold dread clouded her very soul, freezing the blood in her veins. No... Her mind screamed as the realization hit her like a physical blow. Why did he want her dressed in the purest of silk







