登入CHAPTER 50AVA'S POVBy late afternoon, the convoy passed a sloping hill covered entirely in a sea of vibrant, wild lavender flowers. The sight was so sudden it made my breath hitch, and I leaned out the window, watching the purple petals sway in the warm breeze.Before anyone could speak, Thorne noticed the shift in my posture. He raised his hand toward the escort, his voice low but absolute. “We wait.” There was no explanation given to his warriors, and no trace of impatience in his rigid frame.I stepped out of the carriage alone, my boots sinking into the thick green grass as I climbed the crest of the hill.The scent of the lavender triggered another aching memory as I laid in the flowers. I saw my mother kneeling in this exact meadow, her long red hair catching the golden sunlight as she gathered a bundle of blooms. A six-year-old version of me was sitting at her feet, looking up with big, curious eyes. “Why do flowers have to die, Mama?” I had asked, clutching a fading petal. M
CHAPTER 49AVA'S POV Maya’s fingers were trembling as she helped me dress in a sturdy Northern riding attire. Thick leather trousers, an insulated tunic, and a heavy, silver-lined fur mantle designed to withstand the harsh winds of the frost valleys. I hadn't slept. Every time I closed my eyes, the scent of jasmine and the weight of Selene’s words dragged me right back to the edge of panic.“The escort is fully assembled and waiting in the lower courtyard, Lady Ava,” Thorne reported, his deep voice cutting through the quiet room as he stepped past the threshold.I gave a nod, my eyes automatically drifting to the bed. Draken was already awake, propped up against the pillows. The paleness from the previous night had lessened, but his chest was still bound in white linen.I walked over to the side of the bed, the silence between us heavy with things we couldn't say. “Come back,” Draken rumbled, his eyes pinning me to the spot.“I will,” I replied simply, my chin lifting up. He reached
CHAPTER 48AVA'S POVImages I had desperately tried to bury for months flooded back in my mind. I saw my step-mother Lydia’s cruel, triumphant smirk when she had successfully traded me for cattle. Selene’s cruel laugh when Jax broke my heart. The hateful stare the moment Draken claimed me in front of the north…“Tell her to leave,” I said, my voice devoid of emotions.The young guard blinked, shifting his feet uncomfortably under his heavy iron helm. He glanced nervously toward the bed, waiting to see if the King would override my command.Draken didn't speak. His gaze were pinned to my face, narrowing as he tracked the sudden rigid posture of my shoulders. Across the bond, the soothing thud of his heartbeat spiked, reacting to the wave of old trauma I was bleeding into his chest.Before the guard could bow and retreat, the outer doors of the wing groaned open a second time. Another guard rushed into the chamber, his breath shallow.“My King... Lady Selene refuses to depart,” the guar
CHAPTER 47AVA’S POV“Help me up,” Draken growled, his muscles tensing as he gripped the edge of the mattress, attempting to swing his legs over the side of the bed.“What do you think you are doing?” the chief healer shrieked, rushing back in through the door with his hands raised in panic. “Your Majesty, the stitches will tear, The toxin is barely neutralized.”“I have a kingdom to secure,” Draken snarled, his jaw locking as he pushed against the linen sheets.“Sit down,” I commanded, stepping between him and the edge of the bed. I placed both of my hands flat against his uninjured shoulder, pushing him back against the pillows with a firm pressure.Draken froze, his eyes widening as he stared up at me. The roles had flipped. For months, he had been the one barking orders, throwing me over his shoulder, and managing me like a captive. Now, he was the one stuck in bed, forced to look up at me.“You are not leaving this bed, you towering, reckless king,” I told him, my voice flat and
CHAPTER 46AVA'S POVThe weak morning light crept through the high windows of the gallery, painting the stone floor in cold, gray stripes.I hadn't left the corridor outside the healing wing. Not really. Maya had managed to drag me to a nearby alcove for an hour of restless, nightmare-filled sleep before dawn, but the moment I woke, my feet carried me right back to the heavy iron doors. A tray of roasted meats and winter bread sat untouched on the stone bench beside me. I had only broken off a small piece of the crust to keep Maya from fussing, but my throat felt too tight to swallow anything.The bond was still a faint, distant hum. Without warning, the thread snapped tight.A sharp pulse rippled straight through my core, making my chest heave as a sudden wave of heat rushed back into my veins. The pull was sudden, fierce, and undeniable.He’s awake, I realized, my hands gripping the edge of the stone bench as I forced myself to my feet. I knew it before the royal healers did. I knew
CHAPTER 45AVA'S POVThe heavy iron doors of the royal healing chamber slammed shut in my face, the resounding clang echoing down the stone corridor. “You cannot enter, Luna!” a senior healer barked, his voice tense and high-pitched with panic as he and three others physically blocked the threshold. “The King requires absolute isolation. The silver poison is already near his heart. Please, back away!”I didn't step back. I couldn't. My boots felt as though they had been melted into the stone floor. My hands hung at my sides, heavy and stiff, coated with Draken’s blood. It had already begun to dry, flaking off my skin and staining the silver embroidery of my ruined ceremonial gown. I couldn't look away from it. Every time I blinked, I saw the exact moment the silver bolt tore through his ribs, the wet, sickening thwack repeating in my head. I was entirely powerless. I couldn't fight an invisible toxin. I couldn't use my Southern stubbornness to argue a failing heart back into rhythm.
CHAPTER 42AVA'S POVThe hot fever that had nearly torn my mind apart last night had finally receded, leaving behind a heavy, hollow ache in my chest.When I woke up, the sunlight filtering through the frost-rimed windows of my suite was pale and weak. I sat up clutching the heavy fur blankets to m
CHAPTER 40AVA'S POV“I didn't break into the crypt, Draken!”“You walked directly into a compromised tomb without a weapon!” he roared, his voice dropping an octave as he rounded the desk. His strides were heavy, closing the distance between us before I could even think to retreat. “You have wolf
CHAPTER 38AVA'S POVThe air inside the Blackthorne crypt was dense with centuries of dust.Water dripped somewhere in the dark echoing off the ceiling. Every surface was carved from deep obsidian rock, etched with ancient wolf figures and the repeating shape of the Blackthorne crest—the curved cre
CHAPTER 32AVA'S POVThe heavy oak doors of the royal suite hadn’t just been closed; they had been fortified. Four towering vanguard guards stood shoulder-to-shoulder in the corridor, their heavy breathing audible even through the thick wood. Draken had officially turned my quarters into a gold-pla







