LOGINRavena's POV
For the first time that night, I felt protected and defended. Like I finally had someone powerful in my corner.
King Alaric's POVI was in the middle of reviewing border reports when Elder Cedric walked in.He did not knock. He never knocked when the news was urgent, and I had long since stopped expecting it from him. The man had served my father before me, and he carried that history like armour. It gave him a particular kind of boldness that I tolerated because it was always earned."Your Majesty," he said, closing the door
Evander's POV I had not meant to eavesdrop.I had only come to check on them. That was all. Just a quiet check before I retired for the night, making sure the door was secure, that Erik had settled, that Ravena was not sitting alone in the dark the way she sometimes did when the grief crept back in and she thought no one noticed.But then I heard her voice through the cracked door, and I stopped.
Ravena's POV In the days that followed, whenever Evander and I were in the same room, Erik would immediately position himself between us.If Evander tried to sit beside me, Erik would squeeze into the space, using his small body to create a barrier.If Evander reached for my hand, Erik would grab it first and hold tight.If Evander spoke to me, Erik would make those broken sounds, drawing my attention back to him.It was constant and relentless. Almost comical if it were not so heartbreaking.Evander noticed, of course. How could he not?And being the perceptive man he was, he changed his approach.He stopped moving with the commanding presence of a general and stopped filling rooms with his alpha energy.Instead, he became gentle and… soft spoken. Almost scholarly in his behaviour.He thought it would help. Thought Erik would feel less threatened.But it had the opposite effect.Erik became more agitated and fearful.He would stare at Evander with wide, terrified eyes. Like he was w
Ravena's POV I held Erik, my tears soaking into his hair."I'm so sorry," I whispered over and over. "I'm so sorry. This is my fault. All of it."Erik pulled back slightly and looked at me with those haunted eyes. Then he shook his head and reached for the paper and the brush again, his hand still trembling from exhaustion.
Ravena's POV After our discussion, Evander sent for a physician.An older man arrived within the hour, carrying a worn leather bag, and moving with the calm efficiency of someone who had seen everything.He examined Erik thoroughly, checking his injuries, his leg, his throat, his overall condition.
Ravena's POV We rode without stopping. Without rest. Without mercy for ourselves or the horses.The journey to Ironhold would normally take a full day. But we covered the distance in half that time.By the time the city walls came into view, the horses were lathered with sweat. We were exhausted, but none of that mattered.
Ravena's POV "Do you think I'm scared of you?" I asked back.Astrid's face twisted with rage. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, and she looked like she wanted to lunge at me again. But she had learned her lesson. She knew what would happen if she tried.So instead, she just stood there.
The news spread like wildfire through the kingdom.Victory in the north. Lost territory reclaimed. The enemy defeated.And at the center of it all were two names, Prince Evander and the female general.In taverns and market squares, people gathered in clusters, exchanging stories they had heard fro
Ravena's POVI was standing at the edge of the newly reclaimed territory, watching workers rebuild what the war had destroyed. The sound of hammers banging on nails echoed through the clearing, followed by the shouts of men giving orders. Omegas carried supplies back and forth, their faces tired bu
Ravena's POVBefore I could answer, Astrid turned her gaze to Lucien. Her expression twisted with something that looked like betrayal."You brought her," she rasped, her voice filled with hate. "You brought her here to humiliate me. To watch me suffer. Is that what this is?""Of course not," Lucien







