Lunessa’s POVThe entire town was in an uproar.Since the discovery of the rogue corpses, the atmosphere had shifted, thick with fear, buzzing with rumors. Even at the hospital, gossip clung to every corner. Nurses whispered between rounds, patients glanced nervously at the news updates on their screens.Some said the bodies were fake, staged for attention. Others murmured about black magic, their voices barely above a breath, as if speaking it aloud would summon something from the dark. People believed whatever suited their fear.I returned home and found Azrik in his office, the office dimly lit except for the glow of his laptop screen. His eyes were locked on it, shoulders tense, jaw tight.Without a word, I walked in and placed a glass of juice beside him. “Hey.”He looked up and gave me a tired smile. “Hey,” he murmured, then gulped down the drink like it was the first thing he’d tasted all day.“What are you working on?”“I asked the Gamma to send me all the CCTV footage from ar
Azrik's POVFor months now, life had settled into a rhythm, a rare, golden stretch of peace. I managed pack affairs with precision, but more importantly, I was learning to manage something far more delicate, my family.One quiet morning, we were seated around the breakfast table. Seraphira was babbling about her dreams while Shaelith tried to sneak berries into her milk. Lunessa looked radiant in the soft light, her laughter wrapping around my heart like silk.Then my phone rang. Draven.“You need to get to the western borders. Now,” he said without a greeting.My jaw clenched. “I have to go,” I said quickly, downing the rest of my tea like it might somehow slow my pulse.Lunessa’s smile faded. “Is everything okay?”“I don’t know yet,” I replied. “Let me check first.”I pressed a kiss to each of my daughters’ foreheads, then kissed Lunessa. “I’ll be back soon.”I didn’t use car, it would only waste time. I unlocked my speed and raced across the land. The wind tore at my clothes and h
Lunessa’s POVAfter the celebration died down, we finally had time to just be us again.Azrik said he wanted us to bond more, not as rulers, not as parents, but as two people who had found each other again after years of separation. So we carved out time for simple, intentional dates.One evening, he surprised me and the girls by arranging a painting date in the magic garden, which had bloomed fully since our arrival. The air was laced with the scent of lavender and sakura, the sky a soft lilac hue melting into twilight.We sat on the cool grass with the girls, a blank canvas before us and paint everywhere. It wasn’t structured or formal. It was chaotic, fun, perfect. We laughed, teased, and smeared paint on each other until our clothes were dotted with color and our hands were stained with joy.When it came time to stamp our hands on the canvas, Azrik pressed his first, a bold, black palm on the pale green board. I followed with mine, pink and light on his. Shaelith added hers over
Lunessa’s POVWe made love all night, like two souls reunited after a lifetime apart.And in a way, we had been. Five years of silence and longing. And last night, we took it all back, roughly, gently, wildly, sweetly. Every version of us that had ever existed met in that room. And I loved every breathless second of it.I didn’t even realize we’d fallen asleep on the floor, tangled in half-twisted sheets beside the bed, until the morning light warmed my face. My body ached deliciously.Yawning, I sat up groggily, blinking at the mess we’d made, pillows on the floor, the mirror fogged, sheets all over. I couldn’t help but laughAzrik stirred beside me with a grumble. “Someone close the damn curtains.”I giggled and shifted to stand, but his arm looped around my waist and dragged me back into his chest.“I thought you wanted more sleep,” I teased, squirming playfully.Then I froze. “Wait… is that a boner?”He groaned, nuzzling my shoulder. “Mmm. Morning ritual.”“Oh, I’m so done for,” I
Azrik’s POVI desire her, every curve, every breath, every damn sound she makes when she’s losing herself under my touch. But she doesn’t get to have me easily, not after five years.The twins' birthday was around the corner. This celebration wouldn’t just be grand, it would mark their place in Velgrath. Their bloodline. Our legacy. I threw myself into planning, event architects, tailors, diplomats. Everything had to be flawless.For two weeks, I let that obsession keep me disciplined.Even when Lunessa tried to tempt me, soft moans in my ear, silk slipping off her shoulders, I made her ache, made her want, then walked away. She had to feel it. Every ounce of need I carried, every second of hunger she left behind.Tonight, Draven had taken the girls shopping, claiming they were having a sleepover at his estate. A rare win, Lunessa finally had the palace to herself.After dinner, I slipped out for a meeting with one of my allies. It ran long. I didn’t rush back. But when I stepped into
Lunessa's POVWe didn’t do much that day. After the staff finished cleaning, we returned to my chambers, and Seraphira was absolutely smitten. The pink and purple tones, soft pastels splashed across silk curtains and plush cushions lit her up with joy. She twirled until she got dizzy and collapsed in giggles on the velvet rug. It made my heart swell.Azrik, in true dramatic fashion, had already ordered his chambers to be expanded. It was excessive. And it was very him.That evening, Mira gathered all the palace staff to formally introduce them to Shaelith and Seraphira. The girls, naturally, stole the show. I noticed Azrik has replaced most of the staff, some of them were brought by Cassara. By dinner, the girls were barely able to keep their eyes open, worn out from racing down endless halls and charming every guard and maid in sight.When they finally drifted off to sleep, Azrik and I settled into the sitting room. I looked at him. Really looked at him. How had I gone so long wit