Se connecterDaphneThe heavy iron gauntlets of the northern guards clamped over my upper arms, their thumbs digging hard into my skin through the velvet of my sleeves.The grand hall was an absolute war zone of noise. Elders shouted for my blood, war captains slammed their broadswords against wooden shields, and Soren knelt in the center of the flagstones, pretending to weep for his lost honorNone of it mattered. Thedeafening roar of the council faded into a dull, meaningless hum in my ears.My eyes were locked onto Malakai.He stood towering behind the shattered oak table, his broad chest heaving under his heavy leather armor, his red wolf eyes burning through the space between us like two dying coals. He looked at me like I was a monster. He looked at me like I was nothing more than a treacherous, lying parasite who had crawled into his keep to bleed him dry.For ten seconds, the cold terror that had gripped my spine vanished completely, replaced by a searing, white-hot wall of pure, unadulte
ROWANThe second floor hallway smelled like stale bleach, old copper, and cheap vodka... I stood outside apartment 2B with my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped beast, every nerve ending in my body screaming... My hand was trembling as I raised it, forming a tight fist, and slammed it straight into the heavy wooden door...The impact rattled through my wrist, bone against wood, leaving my skin stinging and raw...“Julian!”I yelled, my chest heaving, the air in my lungs burning cold...“Julian, open the fucking door right now!”Nothing... Just a heavy, suffocating silence hanging in the air... I slammed my fist into the paneling three more times, fast and reckless, the noise echoing off the narrow walls like gunshot reports...“Julian! I know you’re in there, you bastard! Open the fucking door before I kick it off the hinges!”“Hey! Shut the hell up out there!”A door down the corridor jerked open with a loud scrape... An older woman with a faded robe pulled tight over h
MALAKAIThe air in the grand hall of the Northern Keep was thick with the suffocating stench of wet fur, stale ale, and rising panic.I sat at the head of the long oak war table, my fingers digging into the carved armrests until the wood groaned beneath my weight. My head was pounding, a dark, heavy haze settling behind my eyes that had not lifted since we returned from the summit. Every time I closed my eyes, all I saw was Daphne pressed against that stone pillar in the garden walkway. All I smelled was the sour, pathetic scent of Tristan’s mouth on her skin.She was sitting three seats down from me, her posture posture stiff, her dark crimson velvet gown standing out like a fresh wound against the pale stone walls of the hall. She hadn't spoken a word to me since we stepped out of the bed chamber this morning. She wouldn't even look at me. Her silence felt like a blade driven straight into my ribs, twisting with every breath I took."We need to address the border patrol rotations in
DAPHNEThe long, suffocating carriage ride back from the summit had felt like a funeral procession.By the time the heavy iron gates of the Northern Keep groaned open, dragging over the frozen mud of the courtyard, my back was stiff and my heart felt entirely hollow. The mountain wind howled through the stone battlements, biting straight through the thick crimson velvet of my gown, but I barely registered the cold.I didn't wait for Malakai to step down from the carriage. The second the wooden steps were lowered, I gathered my dark skirts in both hands and made a straight path toward the west wing of the fortress, heading directly for my private study.I needed quiet. I needed absolute isolation away from Malakai’s brooding, terrifying presence, away from the lingering memory of his red-eyed rage, and away from the foul phantom weight of Tristan’s mouth pressed against my skin.The west wing corridor was hushed, illuminated only by the low, sputtering glow of iron wall sconces. My lea
MALAKAI My hips slammed into hers one last, punishing time, my body locking completely rigid as the white-hot finish ripped through my spine like a lightning strike. My cock swelled deep inside her, the head pressing hard against her cervix as thick, hot ropes of cum shot out of me, flooding her cunt, filling every inch of her tight, clenching walls. I could feel each pulse, each spasm, each hot wave of my release spilling into her, mixing with her slick, dripping out around my shaft and running down her thighs. Her inner walls clamped down around me, milking me, pulling every last drop from my balls as I emptied myself into her.I buried my face in the curve of her bare neck, my fangs scraping her hot skin as a low, guttural roar dragged out of my chest. The sound was raw, animalistic, vibrating through my throat and into her body, making her tremble beneath me. I could taste the salt of her sweat on my tongue, feel the frantic pulse of her blood against my lips, feel the way her wh
DAPHNEThe iron collar of Malakai's hand locked around my right wrist, his calloused fingers squeezing so tight the circulation cut off instantly.He dragged me down the dim, narrow corridor of the lodge, "Let go of my fucking arm, Malakai!" I snarled, baring my sharp fangs at the broad back of his fur cloak.He didn't even flinch. His iron grip only tightened, digging right into the delicate bone of my wrist.He yanked me through the heavy oak door of our private summit suite, hauling me across the threshold before slamming the iron-reinforced door shut with a deafening bang that shook dust from the stone ceiling.The heavy iron latch clicked into place with a dull, final thud.Malakai shoved me forward.My boots slid across the thick bear-fur rug, and my knees hit the edge of the low oak table before I caught my balance, my hands flying out to brace against the rough wood.I spun on my heel, my chest heaving against the low cut of my dress, my nails digging into the edge of the tab







