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 POVSeventeen hours.That’s how long it had been since Franklin rushed into my room, breathless, frantic, begging me to stop Lorien.At first, I hadn’t thought much of it. Calvin had wronged too many people, hurt too many lives, and if Lorien wanted vengeance, I had no reason to interfere.
Kamrynn’s POVI turned to leave.I had to.The air in the room was suffocating, thick with blood and desperation. My heart pounded against my ribs, screaming at me to run, to get out before I made a mistake.Before I let myself feel.But before I could take another step, Calvin’s hand shot out, grip
Calvin's POVPain.It consumed me.It burned through my body like an unrelenting fire, sharp and merciless. My back—shredded, bleeding—throbbed with every breath, every tiny movement. But the physical agony was nothing compared to the storm raging inside me.Kamrynn.She had rejected me. Not just re
Calvin’s POVThe first thing I registered was the sound.A door slamming against the wall. The sharp, ragged inhale of someone barely containing their fury. And then—A roar.Not just any roar.A sound so raw, so drenched in murderous rage, that the very air in the room seemed to shudder.I lifted m







