Autumn's POV Days passed, and Hannah finally got admission into a prestigious university. She was overjoyed, and I couldn’t be prouder of her. Meanwhile, our farming business had gained recognition, bringing in a significant income to the kingdom. It felt fulfilling to see our hard work bearing fruit. As for Zane and me… our nights were filled with passion. He never seemed to tire of me, always finding new ways to pull me into his world. His touch, his presence—it was overwhelming, yet I found myself craving it more each day. Despite his usual stoic demeanor, there were moments when I saw something softer in his eyes—a quiet protectiveness that he never voiced but always showed through his actions. And in those moments, I let myself believe that maybe, just maybe, I had become more to him than just a passing desire. William tried to take me back, insisting that I return with him. But Zane didn’t even allow him to meet me. His protectiveness was unwavering, his stance firm. "
They tied us to a tree, their laughter echoing through the forest like a cruel melody. "Look at them, trembling," one of them said One of them grabbed Mia’s chin, forcing her to look up at him. "Such a pretty little thing," he murmured, running a rough finger down her cheek. Mia whimpered, turning her face away, but he only chuckled. "Don't fight it, sweetheart," another sneered, stepping closer. "We’ll make it worth your while." One of them moved toward me in a swift motion, his eyes gleaming with sick anticipation. Before I could react, he yanked at my top, tearing it away in one rough pull. A cold shiver of fear ran down my spine as I gasped, struggling against the ropes binding me. "Even better than I imagined," he sneered, his fingers grazing my bare skin. I turned my face away, disgust twisting my stomach. He grabbed my left nipple and kissed it. i'm shocked at first. "take your hands off you filthy thing, You bastard " I said with disgust and spitted dfirectly
Zane shifted back into his human form, his intense gaze scanning me for any injuries. His hands moved gently over my arms and shoulders, his touch surprisingly tender despite the blood still staining his fingers. “Are you hurt?” he asked, his voice rough yet laced with concern. I shook my head, still too shaken to speak. The warriors arrived moments later, their eyes widening at the sight of the rogue bodies scattered across the ground. One of them stepped forward. “My King, we will take them to the infirmary—” “Not her,” Zane cut in sharply, his tone leaving no room for argument. His hand tightened protectively around my wrist. “She stays with me.” The warriors hesitated but ultimately nodded, obeying without question. Mia and Clara were carefully led away, but Zane didn’t let go of me. His grip was firm yet reassuring, his expression unreadable as he looked down Zane carried me to his chamber in his arms, his grip firm yet gentle. My heart pounded against my ribs, still sh
Autumn POV I straddled him slowly, feeling his warmth beneath me as his hands settled on my hips, guiding me with a firm yet gentle touch. My breath hitched as I began to move, our rhythm building naturally, like we were made for this moment. His fingers trailed along my back, pressing into my skin, leaving a trail of heat behind. He sat up slightly, wrapping an arm around my waist while his lips brushed over my collarbone, sending shivers down my spine. I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, our bodies pressed tightly as we moved in sync—faster, deeper, more desperate. The sound of my moans mixed with his deep groans filled the room, echoing off the walls. Every movement drew us closer to the edge, every touch igniting the fire between us. My nails dug into his shoulders as the pleasure crested—intense and consuming. We tumbled over that edge together, lost in each other. I slumped against his chest, breathless, my heartbeat racing. His hand threaded through
Autumn’s POV Clara handed me a drink with a playful grin. “Come on, Autumn. Just one won’t hurt.” I took a hesitant sip. It tasted… odd. Bitter and sweet at the same time. But I didn’t want to seem rude, so I smiled and drank it anyway. At first, I felt nothing. Then everything changed. The music felt louder, my limbs weaker. My vision blurred. I tried to speak, to find Clara, but my body wouldn’t cooperate. Then… darkness. Someone dragged me. I couldn’t fight it. I couldn’t even lift my hand. The next thing I remember—I was waking up in an unfamiliar room, my body cold and bare. I felt … dizzy… confused. I turned my head—and my breath caught in my throat. Jade. Jade, the kingdom’s warrior. Loyal. Fierce. Someone I trusted. He was lying next to me. Naked. My heart dropped. Fear took over. What happened? Why couldn’t I remember? Before I could gather my thoughts, the door slammed open. Zane. He stood there, fury radiating off him like a storm. His
Autumn– 5 Years Later "Mommy!" Valen's tiny voice echoed from the bathroom. "I'm coming, baby!" I called back, rushing to him. Mornings were always a whirlwind. I quickly helped Valen get ready, then rushed to prepare myself for work. We managed to squeeze in a quick breakfast together—just the two of us, like always. My little man is in school now. Life wasn’t easy after Zane abandoned me. Just two weeks later, I found out I was pregnant. I struggled—desperately—for water, for shelter, for survival. But I didn’t give up. Thanks to my knowledge in soil science, I eventually secured a position at the National Soil Testing Lab. Now, I’m not just working—I’m researching, inventing new farming techniques. I’ve developed methods to grow crops with minimal water and fertilizer while still producing a good yield. Now, I understand why my mother and father always insisted on education. Without my qualifications, I wouldn’t be where I am today. A few days ago, I saw Zane in t
Autumn Today, Marc asked me to accompany him to a business meeting at Hotel Regency. He wanted me to associate with him during the event, and I agreed. I’m not the same simple girl I was five years ago. Life has shaped me, and now I know exactly how to prepare for a high-profile gathering. I know how to walk into a room with confidence, speak with clarity, and carry myself with grace. Tonight, I’ll stand beside Marc—not as someone who’s tagging along, but as a strong, capable woman who earned her place. After dropping Valen off with the nanny, we arrived at the hotel. The place was buzzing with elegance and power. Marc, though not as famous as Zane, carried his own charm and influence. On the way in, he mentioned wanting to close a business deal with a very well-known tycoon. I didn’t press for details—between work, Valen, and everything else, I was too busy to ask. I simply adjusted my dress, held Marc’s hand, and walked into the spotlight beside his. Marc introduced me to a f
Flashback – Five Years Ago The rain hit the old wooden roof like a thousand tiny hammers. I sat alone in that cramped clinic room, my fingers trembling as I held the test result. Positive. I stared at the word for what felt like hours. A baby… Zane’s baby. Tears slipped down my cheeks—not out of joy, but fear. He had thrown me out, cast me away without listening, without even letting me speak. And now… I was carrying a part of him. I didn’t have money. I didn’t have a roof over my head. But I had life growing inside me. And I’d protect it, no matter what. I walked out of the clinic that day soaked in rain, arms wrapped around my belly, whispering softly to the tiny spark inside me: “I don’t know how we’ll survive, baby… but I promise, I’ll never leave you.” : The rain had stopped, but the cold never did. I spent the first night on a torn bench at the old bus stop, hugging my belly and fighting the hunger cramps that twisted inside me like knives. The small pie
The air inside the sacred stone chamber was thick with incense and ancient energy. Autumn held Zane’s hand tightly, her fingers trembling. High Priestess Lysandra appeared in glowing white robes, her silvery eyes gleaming with divine sight. “You’ve come seeking truth,” Lysandra spoke, her voice echoing as if a thousand ancestors spoke through her. Autumn’s voice cracked, “For a week now, I’ve seen the same dream. A man calls me his wife. He’s cold. Dangerous. I’m terrified.” The priestess placed her hands on Autumn’s temples. “Because he was your husband… in a life you no longer remember.” The torches dimmed. Light shimmered in a glowing circle around them. Visions began to swirl like mist, and the past unfolded before their eyes. Flashback Her name had once been Bella—an omega born under a rare celestial sign, blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. It was said Bella’s soul held a power unlike any other, a divine light meant to balance darkness. When she turned eighteen, she fo
Autumn’s POV I was running—branches whipping against my skin, my breath ragged, and heart pounding like a war drum. The dense forest felt endless, suffocating. But I could feel it… him—right behind me. His presence slithered across my spine like cold steel. “Run all you want, wife,” a deep, mocking voice echoed behind me. Wife? My eyes widened in terror as I pushed harder, but panic made me clumsy. My foot hit a jagged rock hidden beneath the fallen leaves, and I crashed to the ground with a painful thud. My head struck something hard, and stars exploded in my vision. Dizzy, I rolled over, and there he was—tall, shadowy, with crimson eyes glowing in the darkness. A cruel smile curled on his lips. "Running from your husband isn’t very polite,” he whispered coldly. He grabbed me with inhuman strength, tossing me over his shoulder like I was weightless. “No! I’m not going with you! You monster!” I screamed, flailing, but it was no use. “Shout all you want. No one will help you,
Zane’s POV: As we finished breakfast, I reached for her hand, gently running my thumb over her wrist. “In two days,” I said quietly, looking deep into her eyes, “it will be the full moon.” Autumn tilted her head. “So?” “We need to perform the Soul Bound Ritual,” I explained. “It's a sacred rite… one only true mates or bonded rulers perform.” She blinked, unsure. “What do we have to do?” I stood and pulled her closer, my hands resting on her waist. “We offer our blood to the Moon Goddess,” I said. “Yours and mine… mixed together in the ancient bowl, under the full moon. We’ll speak our vows not just as husband and wife—but as soulmates, bound by fate. Once we do that, her blessings will shower upon us. Nothing can break us apart after that.” Her breath caught. “Is… is it painful?” I shook my head. “No. Just a small cut on the palm. But the moment our blood touches the offering flame, we’ll feel it. A connection… a pulse through our veins. It’s like our souls whisper
Zane gently lifted Autumn into his arms, her soft gasp making his heart race. He carried her to the next room, the door closing quietly behind them. The moonlight slipped through the curtains, casting silver patterns on the bed as he laid her down with care. “I missed your touch… your warmth,” he whispered, brushing his lips along her collarbone. He leaned in, capturing her mouth in a slow, lingering kiss — one filled with everything he had held back for so long. His hand slid to her waist, fingers brushing over the fabric of her dress as he deepened the kiss, savoring her soft sighs against his lips. Their bodies moved in perfect rhythm, like they had waited years for this moment. Every touch was a promise, every kiss a confession. Zane’s lips traveled down her neck, sending shivers through her as his hand caressed her curves with reverence. “I’ve craved you since the moment I met you, Autumn,” he breathed against her skin. “I want all of you… your mind, your heart, your bo
Zane's POV As we sat together in our room, I looked at Autumn, her presence still making my heart race like the first day. I reached for her hand. “Why don’t we get married again?” I asked softly. “This time… with all the love we’ve built.” She blinked, then looked away, cheeks turning a deep shade of red. She was blushing so adorably, it made me grin. Before she could answer, Valen barged in, arms crossed with a dramatic sigh. “It’s getting too boring, Mom.” I chuckled. “What now, little man?” “Dad,” he said with those pleading eyes, “can you buy me a remote-control car?” I ruffled his hair. “Of course, son. Why not?” He paused, then added with a mischievous glint, “I want one more thing… a small baby.” Autumn nearly choked. I smirked. “Ask your mom. I’m always ready.” She gasped and slapped my shoulder. “Zane!” After the chaos Valen stirred with his “baby” request, we all ended up in the living room, laughter still echoing in the air. Zane sat on the floor
Zane's POV As sunlight filtered through the heavy drapes of our room, I gently brushed a kiss to Autumn’s temple and whispered, “Get ready, love. We’re going to the kingdom today. There are people we must meet, and duties we cannot delay.” She nodded sleepily, still curled against me. I kissed her forehead once more and got out of bed to prepare for the day. Later, after reaching the heart of my kingdom, I held a brief but crucial meeting with the high council and key leaders, addressing matters that needed swift attention. My voice carried authority, but today, it also held a hidden excitement—one I hadn’t felt in years. As the meeting neared its end, I stood from my throne and silenced the room with a single raised hand. “Before we conclude, I have something important to announce.” A murmur rippled through the hall. I turned toward the golden doors. “Autumn. Bring Valen, please.” The doors opened slowly, revealing my wife and our son. Autumn’s grace was radiant, dressed in
Autumn’s POV After Clara’s confession, everything felt heavy—my heart, my body, my soul. I couldn’t stand there anymore, couldn’t even look at anyone. Zane didn’t let me fall. He lifted me effortlessly in his arms, ignoring the shocked gasps around us, and carried me out of the hall, up the grand staircase into our bedroom. He kicked the door shut behind him and set me gently on the bed like I was something precious. I curled into myself, wrapping my arms around my knees. I felt small… so small. For a few moments, there was only silence — heavy, raw, suffocating. Then the bed dipped beside me as Zane sat down. He didn’t speak, didn’t force me to talk. Instead, he pulled me gently into his lap, cradling me against his chest. I could feel the strong, steady beat of his heart against my cheek. I clung to his shirt, needing something—anything—to ground me. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice rough and hoarse. "I'm so sorry I ever doubted you... that I ever made you
Autumn’s POVZane grabbed my hand firmly but gently and led me into the vast hall where Clara was already standing, looking extremely nervous. Her hands fidgeted in front of her, her eyes darting everywhere but toward me."Tell her the truth," Zane commanded, his voice low and sharp like a blade.Clara flinched at his tone. She trembled visibly, her mouth opening and closing like she was struggling for breath. Finally, she whispered, "I'm sorry... Autumn, I need to tell you what really happened that night."My heart pounded painfully in my chest. I stepped closer, desperate for answers, dreading what I might hear.Flashback "That night, Mia, you, and I went to the club... you were so happy, laughing freely, dancing without a care in the world. And I—" Clara’s voice cracked, "I was burning inside.""I was jealous, Autumn. I had a huge crush on Zane... and no matter what I did, he never even noticed me. All he ever saw was you."Clara wiped her tears harshly and continued, "I planned t
Marc’s face twisted with a mix of regret and desperation. “You think he’s better than me?” he snapped, his voice cracking. “You think Zane is going to love you the way I did?” I didn’t flinch. “No. He already does… without betrayal.” Marc’s jaw clenched. “You’re mine, Autumn. You were always supposed to be mine.” Suddenly, Zane stepped forward, his presence like a storm rolling in. Calm… but deadly. “I’d be careful with your words, Marc,” Zane said in a low voice, eyes sharp like blades. “You don’t own her. She’s my wife now.” Marc turned, fists clenched. “You manipulated everything—used force, threats—” Zane didn’t even blink. “You gave me no choice. You were playing games while I fought to keep her safe. From people like you.” Marc laughed bitterly. “You kidnapped me, Zane!” Zane’s lips curled slightly. “I spared you. You should be grateful you’re standing here breathing.” The tension crackled in the air. I stepped between them. “Enough.” Zane’s arm immediately came around