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 POVThe search for Sherelle could wait.For now, there was something far more important.I pressed one last kiss to Astor and Arabella’s soft heads before forcing myself to hand them back to Marlana. My arms resisted the motion, screaming at me to keep them close, to never let go again. Bu
Kamrynn's POVThe warmth of the Pack House did little to ease the chill that clung to my skin. My clothes were damp from the rain, sticking uncomfortably to my body as I stood in the quiet of the room they’d given me. It was familiar, yet foreign—so much had changed since I was last here.I peeled o
I gasped and stepped back, barely able to contain my shock.Lorien’s lips quirked upward, his amusement clear. "You really are a unique one," he mused. "Not batting an eye while making deadly deals with a desperate dragon, but spooked out by an ornament."Heat flared across my cheeks. "I-I'm not spo
Kamrynn’s POVLorien watched me with those burning crimson eyes, his expression unreadable. Then, he let out a slow, measured breath and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees."I've never met anyone quite like you," he mused, his voice smooth as silk. "Someone so willing to fight for somet







