LOGINI slowly pulled the heavy wooden door open. There stood Ezekiel. He was leaning against the doorframe, his eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made me feel like he was trying to read my very soul. Immediately, I felt a lump in my throat and gulped nervously. My heart started to race. Every time I saw him now, I felt a mix of love and a deep, burning guilt. "Can we talk?" he asked. His voice was low, almost a whisper. "It’s dangerous," I whispered back, my eyes darting quickly to the left and then to the right. I could see a few guards standing further down the long white hallway. "What if Zayn finds out you’re here? He’ll act out like he always does." I knew these guards were Asher’s men, not Zayn’s. They didn't care about the Wolf King’s rules, and they probably wouldn't run to tell him that Ezekiel was in my room. But Zayn was a terrifying monster, and I didn't want to take any risks. I had another life inside me to protect now. I couldn't afford
Zayn didn't like the way Asher was looking at me and In a heartbeat, he moved his large body quickly, stepping right in front of me. He was like a giant stone wall, shielding me from Asher's intense, icy gaze. I peeked from behind Zayn’s shoulder. Standing right behind Asher were three incredibly beautiful women. They wore very little clothing, and they all stared at me with mean, hateful eyes. They didn't even try to hide their disgust. It seemed like the rumors were true: Asher Whitestone was a total flirt and a man who loved being surrounded by beautiful women. "I was very happy to learn that I still have a living relative when I read your letter, King Zayn," Asher said. Even though Zayn was blocking him, Asher kept trying to look past him to see my face. I found it hard to look away from him. His stare was so strong and focused. His eyes were a stunning silver color that matched his white hair perfectly. He was, without a doubt, a thing of beauty. "But wh
Ariana's pov A day later The ride to the Kingdom of Ashborn felt like it lasted forever. Usually, the sound of the carriage wheels on the dirt road would be soothing, but today, the silence inside the carriage was heavy and suffocating. No one spoke a single word. I sat in the back, squeezed into the corner. Bella sat right across from me, her face calm and professional, Next to her were Zayn and Ezekiel. Every few minutes, I would feel a pair of eyes on me. I would look up and see Ezekiel watching me with a strange, worried expression. I had a gut feeling that Ezekiel knew something was wrong. He knew me better than anyone. But he also looked confused. He probably thought it was impossible for me to be pregnant yet after all, it hadn't even been a full week since that night we spent together. Because Zayn was sitting right there, staring out the window like a dark king, Ezekiel couldn't lean over and ask me what was happening. He just kept giving me
Asher Whitestone's pov The sun hung high and proud in the sky, beating down on the Great Arena of the White Kingdom. The heat was intense, but I didn't sweat. I stood in the very center of the golden sand, the grain hot beneath my boots, feeling the ancient power of my kingdom humming in the air. I am Asher Whitestone, the King of the White Witches. Today was a day for my people to be reminded exactly why I wear this crown. It was the Day of the Ritual, a tradition for every ruler of my bloodline to prove they are the strongest soul in the land. I ran a slow, casual hand through my hair. It was long and as white as a fresh snowfall, a shining symbol of my pure, royal blood. I knew I looked magnificent. I wore a simple silver tunic that was thin enough to show the muscle beneath, catching the rays of the sun like a mirror. "Our king is so beautiful!" "Asher is the strongest!" "He is prettier than all my daughters combined." I heard some of their talks The noise wa
My heart pounded against my ribs and every beat felt like a hammer. I looked down at the floor, my vision blurring. The smell was awful, but the fear was worse. Zayn was a king who owned everything he saw, and he had repeatedly called me his property. If he found out I was carrying a child that wasn't his, he wouldn't just be angry. He would destroy everything including Ezekiel. Minutes felt like hours. I stayed on the floor, my hands shaking so hard I had to tuck them under my arms. Zayn stood over me like a dark shadow, his face unreadable. Ezekiel tried to come closer, his eyes full of worry, but Zayn constant stepped in his way. Finally, the large wooden doors creaked open. Bella, the dark witch, rushed in carrying a small leather bag filled with herbs and potions. She took one look at me on the floor and then at the two powerful men glaring at each other. "Out," Bella said firmly. "I am staying," Zayn barked, his arms crossed over his chest. "I need to know w
The words from Derrick and the woman I once called my mother felt like poisoned arrows. They hit me one by one until I couldn't stand up anymore. I felt like a bastard,.a child with no real home, no real name, and no real people. All this time, I had tried so hard to make them love me. I had worked until my hands bled and stayed quiet when they hit me, all because I thought I was their bad daughter. But I wasn't their daughter at all. I was the child of a dead Witch Queen, a woman named Aurora who came from the line of Lilith. I was a different species, a different world away from the wolves who raised me. I began to sob. Big, heavy tears fell from my eyes and splashed into the cold floor. I fell back into my knees, my body shaking so hard I thought I might break. "I don't want to live anymore," I choked out through my tears. The room felt too big and too empty. "I have lost everything. I don't even have a family. I have no one in the whole world." Zayn didn'
I leaned back against the headboard, crossing my arms over my bare chest and watched Caroline as she stood by the door. She looked like a painting, perfect, pale, and expensive. But to me, she was just another piece on the chessboard. I didn't feel the spark of mate or the warmth of love. I fe
Zayn's povI sat on the edge of my large, cold bed, my eyes fixed on the heavy oak doors. I was waiting for Caroline. She was the sister of Ariana..that strange little Snow White who had been occupying my thoughts far more than she deserved.A short while ago, I had sensed something shifting within
The darkness was the first thing I felt. It wasn't the soft darkness of sleep, but a heavy, wet darkness that smelled like old coins and rot. I tried to move, but my limbs felt like they were made of stone. When I finally opened my eyes, I couldn't see anything. I reached out my hand and felt c
The metallic smell of blood wasn't just in the air anymore, it was coating my tongue, thick and cloying. I stood frozen, watching as the two powerful beasts ripped into each other's flesh. I couldn't look away from Zayn. He was a vision of pure destruction. He was truly befitting of his earned ni







