INICIAR SESIÓNSybil’s POV
After our barbecue lunch in the backyard, everyone naturally split up to take care of different things.
Viggo volunteered to wash the dishes without anyone asking him, while Hunter carried the grilling equipment toward the outdoor sink, saying he'd clean everything himself. Ezra stretched lazily before announcing he was going to take a nap, and ho
Sybil’s POVAfter our barbecue lunch in the backyard, everyone naturally split up to take care of different things.Viggo volunteered to wash the dishes without anyone asking him, while Hunter carried the grilling equipment toward the outdoor sink, saying he'd clean everything himself. Ezra stretched lazily before announcing he was going to take a nap, and honestly, I couldn't blame him.He had stayed awake the entire night just to keep watch over me."Looks like it's just you and me now, Princess Sybil. Or should I say, wife..."River flashed one of his effortless smiles before gesturing toward the pool a few steps away.
Sybil’s POVRiver's words made my throat go dry.I swallowed hard before forcing out, "W-What is it then?"A slow smile tugged at his lips. His gaze drifted away from my face, lingering over my body without the slightest attempt to hide it. It traveled from my chest to my legs before finally returning to meet my eyes."I don't know about the others," he said in a low voice, "but I don't just want you beside me all the time. I want to devour you."His eyes darkened, almost glowing with restrained hunger."Touching you feels... satisfying. Like I've wandered through a desert for days, and you're the first drop of wa
Sybil’s POVA few minutes after I kicked Hunter and River out, the quiet of my room didn’t last long. Something rich and mouthwatering drifted up from the balcony—smoky, sweet, irresistible, tugging at more than just my hunger.I moved toward the glass doors, carefully. I didn’t step too close to the railing, only peeking through the slight opening of the curtains, as if that thin barrier could somehow keep me hidden from four men who can sense me far too well.They were outside, gathered around the grill like nothing had happened. Laughing. Talking.My gaze locked on Ezra. He stood by the fire, only wearing a pair of boxer shorts, his attention fixed on the meat sizzling beneath his hands. The scent alone made my
Sybil’s POV“Really?” Hunter chuckled, low and knowing. “Then why are you trembling… and why is your scent getting stronger?”Damn him. Damn his senses… and damn this bond.I didn’t answer. Instead, I moved fast. I slipped off the bed on the opposite side, putting as much distance between us as possible. My feet hit the floor, but even then, the heat in my body didn’t fade. If anything, it pulsed harder, like it was chasing me.I pointed straight at the door. “Get out,” I snapped. “Get out right now before I kick your ass out of my room myself.”Hunter laughed out loud and raised both hands in surrender, but the smirk on his lips told me he wasn’t taking me seriously at all.“Alright, alright… calm down,” he said casually. “Why are you so worked up? Jeez...”His eyes dragged over me once before he added, “But the clothes aren’t the only reason I came here. In case you didn’t notice, it’s almost lunchtime. We’re already preparing food downstairs.”I blinked, caught off guard. “But I ju
Sybil’s POV“Sorry, Hunter, but if you take the throne, then you become King—the sole ruler of this land.” I crossed my arms, meeting his gaze without backing down. “Didn’t you hear me earlier? I want revenge. And how am I supposed to do that if I don’t hold the throne myself?”Hunter scoffed, leaning back in his chair like I had just told a joke. “You really don’t know anything,” he said. “No woman in history has ever ruled the three werewolf kingdoms of the Varkanavikzhtan Region alone. That position has always belonged to witches.”I lifted my chin, refusing to let his words shake me. “Am I not part witch?” I shot back. “If a witch can rule as Queen, then so can I.”For a split second, silence.Then they laughed.All four of them.“Oh my, our dear Sybil,” River said between chuckles, pressing a hand to his chest. “We didn’t know you were this funny.”Viggo actually bent forward, holding his stomach as he laughed—a rare sight for someone who always looked so composed.“You’re hilario
Sybil’s POVI sighed and rolled my eyes, leaning back slightly in my chair.Of course.Hunter.Out of the four of them, he was the one I would most likely clash with and have problems.“What is there to settle?” I said calmly, though irritation was obvious in my tone. “You already know what I want. So you can all go back to whatever you were doing before all this happened. It’s that simple.”Across the table, River tilted his head, studying me like a puzzle he hadn’t solved yet.“What is it that you really want, Sybil?” he asked, his voice smooth but probing. “Please enlighten us. Because from where we’re sitting… it seems like you hate us.”I placed my fork and knife down slowly.For a moment, I closed my eyes.Now I understand the problem.This wasn’t hostility.It was wounded pride and ego. Four powerful alphas, leaders, warriors, now the princes of this kingdom, and here I was, rejecting the very bond they had been raised their entire lives to honor.Every woman in this kingdom d
Sybil’s POVThe villa was already alive when we arrived.Servants and guards moved in a graceful blur beyond the villa's main doors. The moment our minivan rolled to a stop, everyone straightened as if pulled by invisible strings.A line formed.Heads bowed.“Welcome, Your Highness.”The voice was
Sybil’s POVThe wedding ends without ever truly beginning. No vows. No rings. No kiss.Just ancient words in a dead language and four men standing far enough behind me that they may as well have been shadows.Transactional. Ceremonial. Political.Romantic? Not even a little.I barely saw their face
Sybil’s POVThe doors to the Great Hall opened.Light flooded in, moonlight filtered through towering stained-glass windows with the silhouette of wolves, crowns, and ancient sigils. The sound hits me next. Thousands of voices fell into silence all at once as the traditional wedding march that they
“Undress her, quick!”They undressed me like I’m a relic.Not a woman. Not a bride.“No! Get your hands off me! I’ll do it myself after you all get out of the room!” I exclaimed, trying to push away the hands that were trying to remove my ceremonial gown.We just finished one of the three rituals t







