LOGINKaelani laughed softly as his arms settled around her. “You answered that awfully fast.” “Because I didn’t need to think about it.” He brushed a kiss beneath her ear before trailing another along the curve of her neck. “I would spend the rest of my life filling this packhouse, Silveredge, and the
Julian leaned back in his chair, satisfied. “Then let’s build something that lasts.” A knock sounded at the door before it opened without waiting for permission. Kaelani stepped inside with Kaelen perched comfortably on her hip, his small hand tangled in the fabric of her sleeve. Julian looked up
Kaelani sat cross-legged at a table, Unseelie warriors gathered in a loose circle around her. She held a fan of enchanted cards etched with shifting sigils, their symbols glimmering faintly as though alive. She studied the other players with an unreadable expression, her storm-dark eyes giving nothi
Tessa burst into laughter. “Damn. I wish I had your powers.” Kaelani smiled, her eyes glinting with mischief. “That’s not even the best part.” Tessa blinked. “There’s more?” “Oh, there’s definitely more.” Kaelani hopped down from the counter and took Tessa’s hand again, leading her back outside
“Kaelani,” he said warmly, “I want you to meet a couple of friends of mine.” Lazarus and Sebastian turned to face her fully. “This is Lazarus,” Julian continued, “and Sebastian.” Kaelani smiled politely. “Oh, hello. Julian has told me so much about you both.” She extended her hand toward Lazarus
Kaelani gathered a careful handful of her gown as she reached her chair. “If you’ll excuse me,” she said lightly, glancing at Julian, “I need to use the ladies’ room.” Julian’s brows lifted as he looked down at the layers of satin and diamonds. “Do you need help?” he asked, gesturing toward the swe
Julian’s hands balled into fists, every tendon tight as steel. His breath came sharp, jaw clenched against the pressure building beneath his skin. The wolf clawed at the edges of his control, demanding release. Demanding blood. Nobody threatened her. She was his. No—she was theirs. His body loc
The packhouse was quiet, bathed in that pale stillness that came just after sunrise. Julian parked in the drive, cutting the engine and sitting there for a moment, gripping the steering wheel like it might hold the answers to the chaos in his head. He exhaled, rubbed a hand over his face, and stepp
Kaelani stirred in her sleep, lashes fluttering as the haze of sleep thinned. Something warm and heavy pressed against her, and for a heartbeat she didn’t move—caught between waking and dreaming, unable to trust either. A familiar scent clung to the air—cedarwood and faint spice, the kind of scent
Julian woke with a sharp inhale, every muscle taut as his eyes adjusted to the dim light spilling through the blinds of his office. For a fleeting, fractured second, he could still feel her — the warmth of her body pressed against his, the scent of her hair, the fading echo of a song that didn’t bel







