LOGINBetty POV
"Open your mouth, Betty," Mitchell says.
His voice is too low, too thick with the heat. He stands right by the edge of the mattress, his skin radiating a brutal, feverish warmth that makes the air in the bedroom feel heavy. He taps the tip of his length against my bottom lip.
I pull my chin back, my spine stiffening against the headboard. "No."
I am testing the limits. We all know it. The scent of the impending third wave is already drifting through the o
Betty POV"Open your mouth, Betty," Mitchell says.His voice is too low, too thick with the heat. He stands right by the edge of the mattress, his skin radiating a brutal, feverish warmth that makes the air in the bedroom feel heavy. He taps the tip of his length against my bottom lip.I pull my chin back, my spine stiffening against the headboard. "No."I am testing the limits. We all know it. The scent of the impending third wave is already drifting through the open window, sweet and heavy like rotting fruit, but I want to see how far I can push them before the fever completely takes over my mind.Mitchell does not argue. He just steps closer, his fingers snapping up to pinch my nose shut.My breath cuts off instantly. My lungs burn after five seconds, forcing me to gasp for air through my mouth. The moment my lips part, he slides inside.I choke, my eyes watering as I glare up at him. He thinks he has won. I lock my jaw, refusing t
Betty POV"Get up."The command cuts through the heavy haze in my brain. My skin is burning, a strange, blistering heat radiating from my core. I kick the heavy duvet off my feet, staring at the ceiling."It is freezing, Betty," Mitchell whines.I ignore him. His spine is pressed hard against mine. I lean back, seeking comfort, but his skin feels wrong. He is cold. Lycans are never cold. Both Mitchell and Adriel usually burn like furnaces, but right now, touching Mitchell is like pressing against ice.Mitchell groans, a low, gravelly sound. He plants a hand against my shoulder and shoves me away. I stumble sideways, my hip colliding with Adriel.Adriel flinches. He is icy too. I wrap my arms around his waist, rubbing my warm face against his chest to catch his heat.Adriel gasps. His entire chest expands, and then a brutal, territorial growl rips from his throat. He sits up fast, the mattress bouncing under his weight
Mitchell POVThe bedroom air is thick with the scent of crushed lilies and raw heat.I wake up with my chest heaving. The mattress is damp beneath my back. My muscles ache with a deep, hollow exhaustion that goes straight to the bone. Next to me, Adriel shifts. His breathing is loud and jagged in the dark.I look down at my own body. My trousers are gone. My skin is covered in a sheen of cold sweat.Every single inch of my flesh feels raw."Wake up," a voice says.The sound cuts through the heavy silence of the room. It does not come from the bed. It comes from the shadow near the wardrobe.I bolt upright. Beside me, Adriel snaps awake at the exact same second. His shoulders tense. His jaw drops open as he stares ahead.Betty steps out of the dark.The light from the corridor hits her skin. She is not wearing her usual soft clothes. She is wearing black lace that cuts high up her hips and plunges down to her navel. It le
Mitchell POVThe burning in my throat was mutual.I sat on the balcony edge, the stone cold against my thighs, staring at the empty glass in my hand. The devil's poison tasted exactly like battery acid. It slid down my gullet, turning my stomach into a knot of black fire, forcing my Lycan's fangs back into my gums with a vicious, unnatural ache.Adriel sat opposite me, his glass already empty on the iron table. His jaw was locked so tight a vein pulsed violently near his ear."I can still smell her," I growled, tossing the glass onto the outdoor table."The poison only stops the teeth, Mitchell," Adriel barked, his voice tight. "It does not stop the hunger."Then, the wind shifted.The scent of roses and honey hit the balcony like a physical blow. My Lycan let out a deafening roar inside my skull, pacing behind my ribs, scratching to get out. From inside the room, a soft, breathless whimper cut through
Betty POVThe bathroom tiles were freezing against my bare feet, but my blood was pure fire."I am not locking April away," I rasped, my throat raw. "Never."Adriel did not argue. He just moved. His massive arms hooked under my knees and scooped me off the floor in one smooth, sweeping motion. I buried my face into the crook of his neck, inhaling the sharp, metallic scent of his skin mixed with the damp heat of the shower.He carried me out of the steam and into the adjoining bedroom. It was a massive, sterile guest suite. The kind with heavy drapes and expensive, uninviting furniture. He laid me down on the centre of the mattress. The moment my head hit the pillow, a wave of exhaustion crashed over me. My eyelids felt like lead.Adriel pulled back, his hand sliding away from my waist.I reached out instantly, my fingers catching the hem of his shirt. "Don't go.""I am just taking off these wet trouser
Betty POV“April?”I do not speak the name aloud. The word stays locked inside my skull, bouncing against the walls of my mind.Yes, Betty. I am your wolf, and my name is April.The voice is smooth, echoing in the quiet spaces of my brain. My fingers twitch against my thighs. My skin feels too tight, like it belongs to someone else.“How long have you been in there?” I think the words this time, forcing the thought hard against the back of my eyes.Since you woke up. I am Tola’ daughter. Tola was your lycan, but when she died, I took over instead.A cold shudder ripples down my spine. A lycan first. Then death. Now a wolf. The information hits like a physical blow, making my knees wobble.“Can we shift?” I think back, my mental voice rising with a sudden, sharp spike of excitement. “Can we actually do it?”A soft laugh echoes in my head, followed by
Adriel POV"Move faster," I bark, my boots digging into the damp dirt.The sound of three thousand Lycan warriors marching behind me vibrates through the soles of my feet. We are heading straight for my kingdom's border. On paper, it looks like an invasion. Gage bro
Mitchell POV“Adriel is alive, Betty.”I leaned down, whispering the words against her ear. The room was dead silent, save for the weak, rhythmic puff of her breathing. I brushed a stray lock of hair from her pale forehead. She looked so fragile like this, a
Betty POV“Where is Adriel?”My fingers sank deep into April’s thick, matted fur, digging until my knuckles turned white.“Do you lot have any sort of clue at all?”Luka did not look at me. He kept his eyes locked on t
Luka POV“Right now there is absolute chaos in the castle, Betty.”I grip the edge of the plastic mattress. The scent of sterile disinfectant burns my throat.“Adriel is gone. Completely missing.”I lean closer to her pale,







