LOGIN“Lorien… it’s beautiful,” I whispered, turning to face him.He was watching me, his crimson eyes glowing softly in the dappled sunlight. His long red hair tumbled over his shoulders in loose, tousled waves, and there was something almost shy about the way he smiled at me—a quiet, vulnerable kind of
Lysaa's POV A little while later, after we dropped the kids off with Kamrynn (and made sure she knew where we kept the fire extinguishers), Lorien led me outside to the open field behind our home.“Are we walking somewhere?” I asked, curious.“Not exactly,” he said, flashing me a grin.Before I cou
There was so much glitter.“Princess Violet, do you take this humble knight to be your devoted protector?” Eina’s voice was sweet and melodic as she twirled a plastic tiara between her tiny claws. She and Violet had set up a tea party in the middle of the living room—a tea party that had apparently
Lysaa's POV No one tells you how hard it is to raise dragon hybrids.Not that there’s a manual for it, anyway. But even if there were, I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t have covered what it felt like to lay five eggs, the agonizing weeks of incubation, and the terrifying wait to see if they’d all hatch s
“What the hell, dude?” he asked, squinting at her like she had just betrayed him. “We had a deal.”Arabella, blissfully unaware of the high treason she had just committed, let out a delighted squeal and reached for his face, grabbing at his nose with her chubby fingers.I couldn’t hold it in any lon
Kamrynn's POV Seven months had passed since the mating and Luna ceremonies, and life in the Obsidian Pack had transformed in ways I could hardly have imagined. What once had been a struggling, cursed pack with a heavy heart and dark future was now thriving in every possible way.Under Calvin’s lead
Kamrynn's POV She turns back, giving me her full attention. “Of course. What is it?”I hesitate, unsure if I should bring it up. Her kind expression encourages me, but I still feel a weight of reluctance. “It… It's about your altercation with Eloane earlier. I couldn’t help but notice how she… spok
Her gaze lingers on me, as if daring me to respond, to lash out. But I know that’s what she wants—a scene, something to hold over me. For Rmonica’s sake, I force myself to stay silent, my fists trembling as I struggle to keep my expression neutral.When I don’t respond, she straightens, a smug smile
Kamrynn's POV The rest of the day passes in a blur of chores and work, but no matter how focused I try to be, an eerie feeling clings to me. It’s as if someone is watching me from the shadows, lurking just beyond my vision. Every creak, every faint rustle has me glancing over my shoulder. I try to
Kamrynn’s POVTiona leads me down a hallway and stops in front of a door. “This is your room, Kamrynn,” she says, opening the door with a small smile.As I step inside, my jaw nearly drops. The room is enormous, with soft blue walls, polished wood floors, and delicate furnishings that seem more fitt







