Celest’s POV
The phone line clicked, and for a brief second, silence filled the void. Then Jordan's voice burst through, strained with disbelief and urgency.
"Celest? Is that really you? Where have you been all this time?"
His voice
Celest’s POV The phone line clicked, and for a brief second, silence filled the void. Then Jordan's voice burst through, strained with disbelief and urgency."Celest? Is that really you? Where have you been all this time?"His voice
Celest’s POV The sky looked like it had been painted in ink. No light slipped through the dense gray clouds that churned above the towering stone chapel. It was the building Leon had specially constructed for this occasion, an altar not for love, but for conquest.Thunder groaned in the distance. I stood in the bridal chamber, the mirror before me too cruel in its honesty. I wore a white gown that flowed like snow and silence, delicate la
Magnus's POV I'd scoured every alley, every forest ridge, every safehouse and shadow-drenched corridor within a hundred-mile radius, but there was still no sign of her. Celeste had vanished, and I, Magnus, Alpha of the East Crescent Pack and future king of the Lycan Thrones—was utterly powerless. The weight of that truth pressed on me like a collapsing roof.I hadn't slept in days. Not properly. My warriors had taken to glancing at me wit
Celest’s POV Darkness had enveloped me. It was a suffocating void that immediately dulled my senses. I drifted in and out of consciousness , each moment of awareness bringing with it a wave of nausea and disorientation. The cold floor beneath me was unforgiving, its chill seeping into my bones. I could hear muffled voices, indistinct and distant, as if they were coming from underwater. Through the haze, I felt a rough hand grip my wrist,
Celest's POVThe lace was a pale ivory, delicate and intricate, but when I touched it, it felt more like frost clinging to my skin. The bodice was tight, suffocating, as though Leon had deliberately chosen it to remind me of his control over every breath I dared take. As I stood before the full-length mirror in the cold stone chamber of whatever godforsaken place he'd stashed me in, I couldn’t see a bride. I saw a prisoner wrapped in an elegant dress.
Celest’s POV Elion stirred.He lifted his head slowly, painfully, as though even that small movement demanded more strength than he had. But when his eyes met mine, those same storm-grey eyes I’d grown up staring into—I knew."Cel.