MasukI thought heartbreak would break me. Maybe it did. But not in the way I expected. It awakened the monster inside. On the night I caught my boyfriend of five years with another woman, something snapped inside me. I wore rage like an outfit. Claws tore through my skin. I heard voices in my head, voices I was certain weren’t mine. Then he appeared. Darian McAlister, the Lycan prince, all shades of danger wrapped in silver hair and flaming eyes. He saved me from myself that night, and then, accidentally marked me. Now, I'm tied to the man who's already betrothed to another. A man who wants nothing to do with me, and has made that clear. A man who still lurks in the shadows, waiting for something. And to make things worse, the Lycan family wants me dead, because the blood flowing through my veins creates a bond between me and the enemy that nearly destroyed them. But fate doesn't care about politics or debts owed. The accidental marking demands blood, and if we don't complete the Lycan’s mating process… One of us dies.
Lihat lebih banyakDARIANFive months later The scream shatters me.It rips through the birthing chamber like the sound of something breaking—something living, something I can’t survive without. Iris’s fingers claw at the sheets, her knuckles white, her face twisted in agony as another contraction seizes her.“Iris,” I choke out, trying to touch her, to ground her, to do something, anything“DON’T—” she gasps, eyes squeezed shut, voice cracking under the weight of the pain, “don’t talk…I…can’t…Darian…”Her breath cuts off. She arches off the bed.The healer at her bedside looks up, face pale. “The contraction is too strong, hold her steady, Your Majesty!”I’m already there. My hands cradle her shoulders, trying to support her without restraining her, but she’s shaking so hard I can feel the tremors in my bones.“Breathe, Iris,” I whisper, even though she told me not to talk. “Just breathe.”She screams again, raw, primal.My wolf claws at my insides, howling, desperate, ready to tear apart the world to
IRISA guard pushes open the towering doors, and warmth pours out—a rush of sound, candlelight, and hundreds of bodies gathered under the vaulted ceiling. The chandeliers spill glittering reflections across polished stone; the scent of fresh pine from the decorations mixes with roasted meats, spiced wine, and the faint floral perfumes worn by noblewomen.For a heartbeat, I stop.Because every single head turns toward us.A ripple moves through the crowd like wind brushing a field of grass. People bow. Some lower their heads deeply; some place fists over hearts. The respect isn’t demanded—it’s offered freely.Darian leans closer, voice soft but meant only for me. “Breathe.”I do. Slowly. And I step into the hall beside him.Daisy appears first, pushing through the crowd with all the elegance of an enthusiastic puppy. Adrian trails behind her, trying and failing to mask how smitten he is, though he straightens instantly when Darian’s eyes flick toward him.“You two look incredible,” Dai
IRISThe room smells faintly of lavender and polished wood, mixed with the subtle metallic tang of my jewelry. My fingers graze the smooth fabric of my gown, heavy and rich with golden embroidery, the silk brushing softly against my skin. Servants bustle quietly around me, adjusting folds of fabric, sliding delicate bracelets up my wrists, fastening the clasp of my necklace with careful precision. The jewels glint faintly in the morning sunlight, scattered across the polished marble floor and catching in my eyes as I shift.I sink into the chair near the vanity, letting them work. My hair is swept back into a simple, elegant braid, twisted with silver ribbons that gleam faintly like threads of moonlight. The makeup is minimal—just enough to highlight the warmth in my cheeks and the green in my eyes—but I watch every stroke, every brush, with a quiet fascination. This is the life I never imagined for myself, and yet, sitting here, feeling the weight of silk, the pull of jewels, the
DARIAN The moment the healers rush into our bedroom, my heart feels like it’s hanging by a thread. Iris is lying on the bed, too still, too pale, her lashes resting against her skin like fragile shadows. Her breathing is shallow, but steady enough that I don’t collapse outright.Still… I can’t stay still.I pace.Back and forth. Back and forth.The marble floor beneath my boots is cold, but sweat clings to my palms. The room smells of lavender, warm sunlight, and Iris, usually comforting scents, but right now they suffocate me.Daisy sits beside the bed, holding Iris’s limp hand between both of hers. She keeps whispering, “You’re okay, Iris… you’re okay,” but I can hear the tremor in her voice.I can barely breathe.Every time Iris winces or shifts or lets out the softest groan, my chest tightens until it feels like something inside me is going to snap.This is my fault.My mate. My Queen. My entire world, hurt and shaking, in pain because I failed to see the threat right behind me.
IRISThe room is dim when he walks in, but it feels like the shadows shift around him. Darian stands in the doorway, motionless, the faint golden glow from the hallway catching on the side of his face. He’s still holding a glass in one hand.His gaze finds mine instantly.Something inside me tighte
IRISThe doors slam open, and I’m dragged inside.My knees scrape the stone as I hit the ground hard, the echo of the impact swallowed by the murmur of a crowd. My palms sting, my breath shudders. The air is thick with power, Lycan energy thrumming like a living thing. I lift my head just enough to
DARIANMy heart feels like it’s being ripped out of my chest.I can still hear her voice echoing in my head; “I love you.”The sound of it breaks something inside me, something I didn’t know could still break.She’s on her knees before him, the silver edge of his sword still raised, and I can’t mov
ADIRAThe car door clicks shut behind me. The engine’s hum dies, replaced by the sound of my own heartbeat. I stare ahead and the estate looms. It doesn’t look abandoned, or unkempt, instead it looks like people have been living here for years and it’s very well taken care of. There’s even a green






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