LOGINEvelynTwo Years LaterThe gardens outside the palace were alive with late-spring blossoms, their perfume carried on a gentle breeze to fill my nose, as my daughter’s laughter, bright and bubbling, carried across the lawn. I watched her reemerge into view, weaving through the rose bushes as she chas
Evelyn The throne room of my father’s palace had never looked so magnificent. Banners in silver and deep royal blue draped from the vaulted ceilings, fine designs embroidered into every piece of fabric. Torches burned in golden sconces, their flames reflected in polished marble floors. The air carr
Logan Two Months LaterThe room was awash with candlelight from the hundreds of candles lining the space. They collectively cast their amber glow on the stone walls, giving our surroundings a soft appearance.Laughter and music poured through the air, filling every corner with celebration. Tonight
LoganThe tavern was alive with laughter. It felt like everyone else there had something to celebrate as well.Around us floated the sound of clinking glasses and the scent of roasted meats wafting through the air. The scene was incredibly jovial and a far cry from the war councils and court politi
“He loves her,” I said quietly, though the words sounded fragile echoing against the empty walls of the throne room. “And you would punish him for it.”“Love is only worth so much,” my father said, the warmth of a moment ago gone. His eyes hardened. “A ruler must make decisions based on what is best
EvelynThe throne room always felt too large. It had been so long since I had been inside the vast, sprawling space, and even then, it had been filled with others for my brother’s princely coronation ceremony when he was fourteen. But now it was just us, my father and I. There weren’t even guards in
(Evelyn’s POV)“What’s it to you?” I responded coldly, my voice steady even though my pulse was racing.Standing in front of me, Logan looked furious.His dark eyes burned with an intensity that made the air between us feel heavy. His broad shoulders were tense beneath his tailored black suit, and h
“Ready?” my brother asked from the seat beside me. He was calm and confident, his tailored suit immaculate as always. I nodded, smoothing out the skirt of my dress. “Let’s do this.” As the car rolled up to the entrance, flashbulbs erupted like fireworks, lighting up the night. My brother stepped
(Logan’s POV)I didn’t plan to attend the Mate Ball. Honestly, even in spite of mother’s incessant nagging, I’ve been doing everything I can to avoid it.The idea of being surrounded by hopeful-eyed Alphas and fluttering Lunas made my skin itch.But the envelope sat on my desk for days, taunting me
(Evelyn’s POV)I immediately guessed who was behind the news—it had to be Emma.No one else would stoop so low or have such a spiteful vendetta against me. The photos, captions, and twisted rumors painting me as a cheating rogue reeked of her desperation to ruin me. I wasted no time. “Get me the P







