LOGINWinter’s POV:
The air still feels thick long after Keon’s voice breaks the silence. Sabrina groans dramatically. “Great. The lovers have officially arrived. “We’re not-“ I start, but Sabrina’s already leaving. She's on her feet, dusting her legs with her face towel. She places the towel on the armrest. Who invited anyways? You’re killing the vibes.” “I live here,” Keon says evenly, but the corner of his mouth twitches in amusement. He looks at the chair she was occupying. Keon raises a brow. “You always leave when things get interesting.” Her eyes shine. “Exactly why I’m leaving.” She claps his shoulder hard enough to make him grunt. It's obvious they’re friendly with each other. Seeing him like this, so casual, it did something to me. I feel my cheeks heat, caught between relief and irritation. Sabrina tilts her head at me, her demeanor suddenly serious. She whispers in my ear, her voice so faint I hardly hear her. “Listen Winter…whatever choice you make, don’t forget for every action there is a reoccurring reaction that follows. You were given up to Derrick for a reason. Straying from that…the consequences won’t be limited to you alone.” I freeze. The weight of her words presses against my chest like stone. She backs up, her wide smile back on her face. “Oh and be careful…it may be just me that spots it…"She points at me and Keon. “But sometimes…the walls have eyes you know? Or was it ears? However the saying goes I guess. Good luck!” Before I can respond, she turns around, out through the door we came in from. I see her towel and I’m about to touch it, trying to pass it to her, when my insight screams at me. I drop my arm, opting to tell her instead. “Hey you forgot your towel?” She waves her hand. “Forget it, I’ll be back anyways. I wanna check up on my students.” She winks, reaching for a torch, opening the door. She points at the window where the window, then her eyes and ears.” I immediately understand. Be careful. The door creaks shut, leaving Keon and me in silence. The tension returns earlier, thicker than before. His dark eyes stare at me intensely. It short-circuits my senses. Why am I not saying anything? Wait what did I want to see him for again? Oh right. “Keon…we need to talk.” He nods, like he was expecting me to say that. He circles the seat on the South End before taking a seat. “Okay streghetta, talk.” What is it with everyone and sitting on chairs that look like they’re at least a thousand years older than us? Fine. I take a seat on the chair facing the West side of the compass. “It’s about the bond. Keon…I need you to be absolutely honest with me. When I asked you why you marked me. You said it was because of the moon. Was that a lie?” His eyes change. Something eerily close to hurt passes. “Winter. Why would I lie about something like that? Everything I told you that day was the truth. It wasn’t my intention.” My heart pangs. I feel bad. I didn’t search the whole house just to accuse him. I sigh. “I’m sorry I just, this whole thing…I see you and my heart jumps but…” I sigh. “Is it possible for someone to have two mates? Like a man-made one and one by the moon? Has it ever happened before?” Silence. “Keon…why aren’t you saying anything? I was marked by you, then mated to your brother with the relic. Does this mean you’re both my mate?” “No.” his voice is deep and final. “No what? No I’m not double marked, or no I don’t have two mates? I don’t understand.” “I-That’s all I can say.” I sigh, exasperated. “Keon, if you think this is funny, it’s not. I need answers Keon, and I’m going to get them. Enough with this vague shit.” He clenches his jaw, refusing to speak. What the hell was going on? I can feel my anger peak. “Keon. For fucks sakes, answer me! My chest feels like a battleground, and I don’t like it. Come on!” He turns to me. “You’re feeling the pull towards him aren’t you?” his eyes are dark. I lose it. “Out of everything I just said, all your stupid jealousy could filter was that?! If you want to hear it so badly, then yes Keon, I feel something for your brother! I mean fuck at least he listened to me, and what did you expect! I’d get marked by you then bonded to him but only have feelings for you? I-You know what? I’m going to talk to him right now, I’m sure he’ll have some answers for me.” I turn toward the door, when my eye catches the window. To my shock, it looks like there’s something there. I look closer, realizing it’s the figure is actually a symbol. The Eye of the Witcher. I freeze. What’s a witch symbol doing in a house of wolves? “Keon…can you see that?” “See what?” I point to the window. “That. That eye. It’s right there.” “I promise you this Winter, I may not be able to tell you everything, but I can tell you there’s nothing where you’re pointing at.” He sounds honest, his former scorn replaced with confusion. I blink twice, trying to make sure I’m not seeing things. When I open my eyes, it’s gone. Only the sun shines through the glass. What? I rub my eyes together again, and it’s not there. Keon looks lost. Am I seeing things? I reach for the torch, opening the exit. As the door is about to close, I take one last look at the window again. The golden outline is clear. It’s there again. And it’s staring right at me.Winter’s POVSleep refuses to come.I turn onto my side for what feels like the hundredth time, dragging the sheets with me as if that will somehow make a difference. The room is too quiet. Too still. Every sound feels amplified—the faint rustle of fabric, the slow ticking of time, the soft rhythm of my own breathing.And underneath all of it—Him.The feeling sits low in my chest, subtle but persistent, like something quietly pulling at me from the inside. It has been there for hours now, ever since he walked out of this room with Derrick. I tried to ignore it at first. Told myself it was just my mind replaying everything that happened.But this isn’t just memory.It’s something else.Something deeper.I press my eyes shut, exhaling slowly as I try to push it away, but it only seems to grow stronger in the silence. A restless energy settles under my skin, making it impossible to stay still.This is ridiculous.I sit up abruptly, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. The cool flo
Keon’s POVThe door closes behind Derrick with a soft click, and for a brief moment the hallway is silent.I turn without looking back.If I stay there another second, if I allow myself even a single glance at the door behind us, I might do something reckless. Something the Alpha in me will regret.So I walk.My steps are steady and controlled as I move down the corridor, the dim lights along the palace walls casting long shadows across the stone floor. Derrick falls into step beside me a moment later, the door to Winter’s room now firmly shut behind us.Neither of us speaks at first.The silence stretches between us like a wire pulled too tight.I focus on the path ahead of me, on the cool air of the hallway and the faint scent of night drifting in through the open windows farther down the corridor. Anything that keeps my mind away from the image that keeps trying to push its way forward.Winter on that bed.Her flushed skin.Her damp hair clinging to her neck.Derrick in the room wi
Winter’s POV:The door closes with a quiet click, and the sound settles into the room like the final note of a song. For a few seconds I remain exactly where I am, my chest rising and falling as I sit at the edge of the bed with the sheets pulled loosely around me. My heart is still racing so fast that it makes my chest rise and fall more quickly than normal. I try to slow my breathing, but the energy from everything that just happened still runs through me like heat.Fuck. What the fuck just happened?The room feels different now.A moment ago the air felt thick, warm, and crowded with tension. Derrick was under me, his tongue inside me eating me out with painful patience and accuracy. Now he is gone, and the silence that follows feels almost unnatural.My eyes drift back to the door.Keon’s face flashes in my mind again before I can stop myself. The image is clear, sharper than I want it to be. The way he stood in the hallway, shoulders straight, expression calm in the way he always
My hand rains down on the door like a man on a mission. I knock so loudly the noise stops, meaning so have they. Thank fuck. I will never, ever, allow Derrick to have her orgasms. My hand rises and strikes the door hard. I do it again, louder, and I can feel the vibrations through my knuckles, through my teeth, through my entire body. I'm pretty sure the hinges on the door are moving as well. “Derrick,” I call, my voice carrying authority, calm but edged with steel. “You need to come outside. Now.” Before all this, my plan was just to check on Winter, preferably without Derrick's presence. But now I have a better plan. It just so happened that during dinner, while the others ate and dined away, a message from the vampires about their situation. They've been having rogue and power hierarchy issues. Some new generation vampires are tired of the old system and want a change and are stirring up trouble, killing middle men or other men associated with their rulers. That's not g
Keon's POV: What the fuck is Derrick up to? I'm in my bed chambers on the highest floor of this palace, and after all the hassle of the last few days you would think I would finally take time off to rest and relax. So did I. But instead, I'm pacing my room floor wondering why the bond with Winter feels sharper than ice and relentless like a tsunami. I just can't get any sort of sleep whatsoever. I avoided dinner because the fact that Derrick is back and now can claim Winter annoys me. No. It's worse. It's infuriating. So I'm jealous my brother is back because now he has a claim to a mate that is supposedly his but is actually mine…Big whoop. Would I be acting abnormally if I demanded she slept in my quarters? I walk toward the halls leading towards the stairs, before turning back halfway. No. I've talked about this. I have walked towards the stairs over 5 times trying to control myself. What if— No. She could be in danger though…. Maybe I should ju
Winter POV The knock was so loud it made my whole body jolt. For a second I thought I imagined it. My heart was already racing, my breathing uneven, and the room felt too warm, like the air itself was pressing against my skin. But then it came again—another hard knock against the door that made the wood rattle in its frame. I froze. Derrick froze too. My pulse started pounding harder the moment I realized who it probably was. My skin felt damp and overheated, and I pushed a strand of hair away from my face, suddenly aware of how messy I must look. My palms were slightly sweaty, my chest rising and falling faster than I could control. Outside the door, there was silence for only a second. Then Keon knocked again. Louder. The sound echoed through the room like he was trying to break the door down. Derrick’s eyes flashed bright red. The change was so sudden it startled me. One second he had been looking at me, his expression intense and unreadable, and the next his j







