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
(Logan’s POV)The palace feels like a dream I can’t wake from—sharp-edged, distant, and colder than I remember. And Evelyn…she’s a storm I didn’t see coming.It’s been days since I left the capital, and yet her voice still echoes in my head.“The purpose of me getting close to you was to be tormente
(Logan’s POV)I can’t take my eyes off her.Evelyn stands across the ballroom like she owns the damn place—radiant, unshaken, a vision I barely recognize.her hair swept up to reveal the delicate lines of her neck. She's smiling, talking, laughing softly with some pompous Alpha who clearly doesn’t d
( Logan’s POV)Evelyn’s voice is ice when she looks at Emma. Cold. Controlled. Sharp enough to draw blood without lifting a finger.“I said get out,” she repeats.Emma stomps her foot like a child denied a toy. “This is ridiculous! You can’t talk to me like that—”The guards still hold her tight. Th
(King’s POV)Watching Evelyn ride out from the palace gates, her spine straight, her eyes clear, I feel the kind of pride that aches. Like something too big for the chest, swelling beneath the ribs. And yet—beneath that pride, a father’s fear simmers quietly.I know what she’s walking into.A den of







