Masuk"Ssshh. You made me cum twice already. I’m not leaving you untouched. I want to taste you, suck you, feel every inch of you deep inside me.” “Fuck,” Valtor growled, a deep velvety rumble that sent a pulse of heat throbbing through my core. “Who the hell taught you to talk like that?” No one. I never dirty-talked with Kallias. These words came purely after the fire Valtor ignited in me. ----- I was the happiest woman alive until my husband and my maid betrayed me in one night. Now I am no longer the good Luna they once expected me to be, but a wounded woman burning with vengeance. I am willing to give anything, do anything, even if it means striking a dangerous bargain with Valtor North, the handsome Rogue King whose reputation makes every Alpha tremble in fear. But fate made its twist again. An unexpected mad attraction rose between me and the man I should hate, the sworn enemy of my kind. The Rogue King. Torn between duty and desire, I face the ultimate battle. Can I survive the storm or will it consume me whole?
Lihat lebih banyakWINTERThe weight of Valtor’s words sank into me, settling deep in my bones, chasing away the fears that had clung to me these past few days. This wasn’t just a pregnancy, it was a miracle, a gift Selene had granted me when I had almost stopped believing it could ever happen. How could a dream I thought was forever out of reach suddenly become real overnight?Yet even as joy blossomed in my chest, a shadow lingered. Happiness always seemed to carry a hint of fear, especially when some would rather see you suffer than celebrate alongside you. And in this case, it seemed there were far more of them than there were friends.The attacks on our peace had begun almost immediately after the news had spread. Whispers, jealousy, subtle sabotage—all aimed at undermining the fragile bubble of happiness surrounding us. And now, standing quietly in the doorway, was one of those threats disguised as a servant. Beneath her veil, I recognized her instantly. Crystal.“My King and Queen,” she said, p
3rd Person POVIn the days that followed, Crystal made herself scarce in the palace kitchens. She avoided the storerooms, the preparation tables, and most importantly any ingredient that might find its way to Winter’s lips. It was a careful withdrawal, meant to keep the other maids from growing more suspicious. Since the day Sasha had discovered she cut the Night Willow, Crystal realized her position had become perilously thin. Every glance felt sharper. And if she made one wrong step, the fragile balance she clung to would shatter.When the corridors were empty and the servants scattered to their duties, Crystal retreated into her chamber. There, she pored over the books hidden beneath her mattress and tucked behind loose panels in the wall—old texts filled with pressed plants, cramped annotations, and warnings written in ink long faded. Night Willow appeared again and again.Luck, it seemed, had not entirely abandoned her. The plant was not exclusive to palace grounds. According
CRYSTALThis is absurd.Freya asks the impossible with a straight face, as if she doesn’t realize how close it would bring me to death. Poisoning Winter? Before the thought even solidified, Valtor would sense the shift in my intent and rip my head from my shoulders. I exhale sharply and force my hands to keep moving, crushing dried leaves against the stone mortar. The scent is sharp and bitter, clinging to my skin. My mind drifts despite myself, replaying Freya’s voice, when suddenly,“Velda!”Eira’s voice slices through my thoughts.I jerk, nearly knocking over the bowl. When I look up, she’s already there, arms crossed, one brow arched in irritation.“Have you finished making the drink?” she demands.“almost,” She leans over my shoulder, eyes scanning the cluttered table. “Quickly, then. The Queen is waiting. You’ve been slow lately. Distracted. Is something troubling you?”I shake my head once. “No. Just tired.”She clicks her tongue, unconvinced. “See that you fix it. Finish
FREYAI did not need to return to the mansion to hear the news.The moment I stepped through the iron gates of my mansion, I knew.Rosentine and Cressida were waiting in the entrance hall, their rigid postures betraying them before a single word was spoken. The chandeliers above cast a pale glow over their faces, tightening the sharp lines of their expressions.“You’ve heard it, haven’t you?” Rosentine asked, her voice clipped, brittle with restrained hysteria.I had.And yet, I had refused to accept it.I removed my gloves slowly, as though the act itself might anchor my composure. “Winter is pregnant,” I said flatly.Rosentine’s restraint shattered.“Pregnant," she echoed, her voice rising. “And how could that be?! You swore she was barren!” Her hands clenched into fists. “No—no, this ruins everything! If she’s carrying an heir, Valtor will never cast her aside!”“Lower your voice,” Cressida snapped. “You’ll have the servants listening.”“Calm yourself, Rosentine,” I ordered.She tu
WINTERCressida is smiling at my mate, peeking up at him from beneath her lashes as though she has every right in the world to do so. Valtor doesn’t even notice. He’s speaking to someone across the table, completely oblivious to who’s serving his wine. He’s never cared about such trivialities.But
Crystal stormed through the room, fury blinding her so completely that she barely registered the guests she kept bumping into. In the Pack, such clumsiness would earn a flurry of apologies. But here, among these foreign wolves, no one even glanced her way. It only made her temper blaze hotter.“I ha
Winter admit what had happened earlier was humiliating. Almost absurdly so. She had been raised on etiquette and decorum, taught by the finest instructors her father could hire. Her friends at school used to tease her for being 'too perfect' and her teachers praised her for her flawless manners. T
Winter’s morning soured the moment she stepped into the dining hall and found Freya, Rosentine, and Cressida comfortably seated at her table. For a heartbeat, a wild, primal urge clawed up her throat. A desire to scream at them, to order the guards to drag them out and toss them into the courtyard












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