LOGINThe road to Asheville stretched long and winding through the neutral territories, the road is a place packed earth flanked by dense forest on one side and rocky outcrops on the other. Kaelan rode at the head of a small, carefully chosen contingent, Ryke at his right, two trusted warriors behind them, and no banners to announce their presence. Diplomacy demanded subtlety, especially with tensions rising after the recent raids.His black stallion moved with steady power beneath him, but Kaelan’s mind was miles away, back in Ravencrest. Back in the garden.Celeste.The memory of her pressed against the stone wall refused to fade. The way her soft body had melted into his, the sweet, needy moan that had escaped her lips when he had deepened the kiss, the way her hips
The library smelled of aged leather, dust, and faint traces of cedar.Celeste sat at the long oak table, an old book and script opened in front of her thats She had not been reading for the past hour. Her fingers traced idle patterns on the yellowed page, but her mind was elsewhere, caught in the garden, pressed against the cool stone wall with Kaelan’s body heat surrounding her, and his mouth claiming hers with a hunger that had left her trembling and aching for hours afterward.She hadn’t slept properly since that night. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt his hands on her hips, heard the low growl in his throat when she had whispered don’t hold back. The bond in her chest still bloomed warmly whenever she thought of him, a golden light that refused to dim no matter how hard she tried to push it away.
The cave smelled of blood, smoke, and his failure.Thorne sat on a cold rock near the dying fire, staring into the embers as if they could burn away the images seared into his mind. The raid had been a slaughter. His people, the ones who had trusted him, who had followed him into the night with desperate hope lay dead or dying in that mountain pass. Garrick’s shocked face as the sword went through his chest. Lira clutching her throat as blood poured between her fingers. The young warriors he had trained personally, cut down like wheat before the scythe.And he had run.He had left them there.The guilt was eating him from the inside, clawing at his ribs, choking his throat. He had always believed he was
The garden was quieter than usual that night.Celeste walked the moonlit path with her shawl wrapped tightly around her shoulders, the cool air doing little to calm the heat still simmering under her skin. Her lips tingling, body aching, the bond humming warmly in her chest like a flame she couldn’t extinguish.She shouldn’t want him.She shouldn’t still feel the ghost of his mouth on hers, the way his large hand had gripped her hip, the low growl in his throat.But she did.Exhaustion finally pulled her back to her mother’s room. Maera was already asleep, breathing steady and deep. Celeste slipped under the blankets beside her
The corridor felt longer than usual as Kaelan strode toward his father’s private study.Ryke had found him moments after he left the garden, still half-hard and burning with frustration from the interrupted moment with Celeste. The warrior’s face had been grim.“Alpha. Your father requests your immediate presence. The eastern supply line situation has… developed.”Kaelan had nodded once, jaw tight, and followed without question. But his mind was still in the garden. He could still hear Celeste’s soft moan against his mouth, the way her body had melted into his, the desperate roll of her hips against his thigh.Now, standing outside the heavy oak door of his father’s s
Seraphine stood half-hidden behind a stone pillar on the upper terrace, the cool night breeze brushing against her skin. From her point of view, she had a perfect, unobstructed view of the garden below.Kaelan had Celeste pressed against the wall.The kiss was raw, hungry, and unmistakably passionate. His large hand gripped her hip, pulling her flush against him while his mouth devoured hers. Celeste’s soft moan carried faintly on the wind as she arched into him, fingers clutching his tunic like she was drowning and he was air.Seraphine’s chest tightened with a strange, unfamiliar pang.Not jealousy. She had never wanted Kaelan romantically. Their betrothal had always been a political tool, nothing more
Kaelan didn’t think.The moment Celeste turned away from him in the garden, something primal and desperate snapped inside his chest. The bond still blooming warmly from their previous kiss flared wit
The wine burned a slow, familiar path down Kaelan’s throat.He stood alone on the shadowed terrace overlooking the eastern gardens, a half-empty cup dangling from his fingers. The night air was crisp
Sleep had become a dangerous thing.Celeste lay curled on the narrow cot in her mother’s room, the faint scent of healing herbs and old wool blankets wrapping around her like a fragile shield. She ha
The night air was sharp with pine and the metallic smell of blood.Thorne crouched behind a cluster of boulders overlooking the narrow mountain pass, his breath fogging in the cold. The scar along his forearm throbbed in time with his racing heart. Below them, the Ravencrest supply carriage rumbled







