เข้าสู่ระบบ“Mostly to make sure you haven’t died of exhaustion.” I push off the frame and walk in, trailing my fingers along the bookshelf. “You look like shit, by the way. Handsome shit, but still shit.”He huffs a tired laugh, setting the book aside. “Flattery won’t get you more access to my library.”“Too bad. I was planning to steal a few more of your dusty old volumes.” I scan the room. “So... do you want to tell me why you look like you haven’t slept since Naya showed up dead?”He rubs his face but stays silent.I tilt my head, studying him. “You know, for someone who let his ex break him apart, you’re doing a poor job as Beta, which is expected.” His hand freezes, and he lets out a long sigh. “Not everything is a joke, Anya.” The teasing dies in my throat. I watch the tight line of his jaw, the way a muscle ticks in his cheek. He really is heartbreakingly handsome, even when he’s falling apart. It’s annoying how much I notice it.“Leave.” he says, his voice flat and dead.“I despise tra
Anya House arrest has officially taken me from being a prisoner to being an investigator. I don’t mind it at all. Anything else is better than sitting around and staring at the same walls until I lose my mind. What I do mind is dead bodies. For a witch who has done her fair share of vile things, I still hate the sight of a dead body. It’s even weirder that the body belongs to Naya, given that I worked with her father. She’s sprawled carelessly and I know someone just dropped her and walked away. Her eyes are wide open, staring at the sky like she’s still shocked she took her own life. Baron probably ordered them to dump her like trash. He seems entirely unconcerned with anything that doesn't involve killing his enemies.“She panicked,” Baron says, folding his arms. “She knew we were after her and chose the coward’s way out just as she was leading us to the hideout.”I almost roll my eyes so hard it hurts. Does he have rocks for brains? I wonder what makes him the General. It certai
For a second, I think Mirella might lunge at me. Part of me hopes she does, just so I have a solid enough reason to kill her. Instead she starts laughing. The sound is broken and ugly, turning into ugly sobs that shake her whole body. “You’re going to lose everything,” she mutters. “When that thing you serve is done with you, there won't even be bones left to bury.” I gesture to the guards at the door. “Drag her out. If she speaks another word again, cut her tongue out.”Mirella doesn’t fight as they drag her away. She stares at me the entire time, eyes full of pure hatred. I don’t deserve that look. If anyone does, it’s her dead husband for dragging me and the entirety of Stone Heart into this nightmare in the first place.Brianna steps beside me, folding her arms. “I was wondering when you would finally lock her up. That one has been causing problems for my sisters and me.”I turn to her. “I’m going to ask you a question, and I want the truth.”Brianna raises her brow. “How much
He’s already powerful enough to flatten a kingdom, so why the hell wouldn't he just fetch her himself? Instead he’s got me dancing with Lycans like it’s not a death sentence for a wolf. Unbelievable!I look down at my wrists again and I swear I can see the strings holding them. I even hear voices laughing somewhere in the back of my head. I know they’re not real, but the feeling stays stuck in my throat like a bone. I can’t stand it anymore. All of this is happening because of him.I storm out of my room, heading for the basement where the witches have set up their sanctum. They know something. I can feel it in all of my bones.Brianna is already waiting outside the door, arms folded, violet eyes locked on me. Her face is calm. She doesn’t bow. She doesn't call me Alpha. It’s just another reminder that while I wear the title, I’m not the one holding the leash on this pack.“It’s done,” she says before I can even open my mouth.I stop, staring her down. “What the fuck do you mean it’s
ErycI shove the bedroom door open so hard it bounces off the wall. Three nights without real sleep will do that to a man. I drop into the chair by the desk, grab the whiskey bottle, and pour myself a generous glass. My head is pounding like someone’s hammering nails into my skull. I rub my temples, willing the ache to fuck off for five minutes.‘Eryc! I’m out. I’m coming back to you. I’m almost at the perimeter—’Naya’s voice explodes in my head. The glass of whiskey freezes halfway to my lips. My heart doesn't skip a beat out of relief, but it sure as hell hammers against my ribs out of pure shock.‘Naya?’ I link back, wondering if this is a side effect of the excessive sleep herbs I’ve been taking to stay sane. ‘How the hell—‘‘They let me go! I don’t know why, but they just opened the cage. Oh, Eryc, it’s been so long since I’ve felt you. I missed you so much.’I set the glass down slowly. My knuckles turn white around it. ‘I missed you too, sunshine, but I’m going to need you t
“You still didn’t die?” Naya spits on the floor. “Too bad. I was hoping the big bad Lycans would finish what we started.”I step forward before I can stop myself, hands already reaching for her throat but Theron’s arm slides around my waist, pulling me back against him. His touch is calm and steady through the bond, but it doesn’t silence the beast inside me that wants me to kill her. “Eryc will have you dead before you know it!” Naya screams. “It won’t be long before your own alpha does the same to you!”Theron’s grip tightens. “Get her out of here.”She doesn’t have the information we need. She doesn’t seem to know a thing about Eryc’s real endgame or who he might be answering to. She truly believes he’s the mastermind, which makes sense because Eryc wouldn't trust someone as stupid as Naya with the truth. She’s just another pawn who thinks she matters.We watch from the balcony as they release her at the palace gates. Naya doesn’t even look back. She shifts into her scruffy tawny
King Theron still hasn’t called for me. He hasn’t sent a word. Hasn’t said anything to anyone about my condition. I’ve never wanted to see him as much as I do right now and it is all because Kalb has most likely already spoken to him about me. He gets answers while I sit in the dark and that si
Zephyra My entire body is sore from what happened between King Theron and me. Walking feels like a task I have to concentrate on, every step I take is careful and slow.And I know, deep down, that he held back. His restraint was plastered all over his face as he watched me while pushing himself be
TheronMy steps are measured and purposeful as I move through the wide palace halls. Several of my men follow behind me, clad in their guarded uniforms, their presence silent but watchful. I’m heading to another meeting, this one called by the elders and I was summoned only minutes ago.I don’t at
Theron I watch the way two of my fingers stretch her slowly, how her plump, soaked folds submit to me as I press inside her. The reaction I get from her body is instant, like her body knows what’s coming while her mind is still trying to keep up. Her walls clench and pull as if she’s trying to dr







