LOGINIris’ POV
He is close to me now, so close that I feel the tension sizzling in the air. His words make no sense. I know what shifting means because I have read about it before. But as fiction. This…It can’t be.
“My body does not call out to yours,” I say calmly, even if no part of my inside is calm. Darian’s presence fills every bit of me. So dark. So alluring.
His gaze lingers on that spot in my neck again, but this time, he allows his fingers to graze it slowly. When I touch it, I feel pain, but when Darian does, the feeling is different, like I am floating and can trust him to catch me if anything goes wrong.
My eyes flutter close as a lone finger traces the edge of the mark, as my body quivers under his touch, aching for more.
"Your lips say one thing," he whispers, his warm breath shooting straight into my ears. "But your body says another. What more proof do you want?"
I pull myself away from his arms, even though every inch of me wants to return to them. Instead, I walk over to the window, pressing myself against the glass to keep my feet from crossing to the other side of the room, where he stands, watching me with an unreadable expression.
“You’ve had a harsh night. You should rest more. I’ll leave you to it.”
“I don’t want to rest,” I shoot back. “I need to understand. If you’re a Lycan, then this mark…you bit me?”
“I marked you,” he asserts.
“What?”
“It was an accident.”
“Oh! Wow! What an explanation. So, what? Your teeth slipped and fell on my skin?”
The unreadable expression on his face is gone in a second. Instead, staring back at me is a mask of steel. "Don't push it, Iris," he warns coldly. "You called for me. You were in pain. I had to do something. You should be thankful you're not dead."
“I never asked for any of this. All I wanted was a nice anniversary dinner with my boyfriend. But now, I am marked by some Lycan, which is the most confusing shit I have heard in all twenty-two years of my life. And you don't even say sorry. Instead, you…"
“I don’t do apologies…” he interrupts.
I am on the other side of the room before I realize the reason I pressed myself against the glass in the first place. "Then what do you do, Darian? Mark accidentally? Hide girls up in your house?"
That’s all it takes for him to snap, for that cold wall to fall apart, revealing the fierceness within. Before I can blink, he’s standing in front of me, breathing the same air.
"Do not think I am harmless, Iris." His voice is reduced to a purr. A scary one. "You just got introduced to my world. You have no idea who I am, what I am holding back."
His words should send me out of this room. Instead, I find myself inching closer. I hate how much I want him right now.
"What are you holding back?" I whisper, fitting myself perfectly into his frame. It feels like something else has taken over, like I am having an out-of-body experience. "Show me."
The mark on my neck burns as Darian cups the side of my face. He brings his thumb to my bottom lip, just as he leans in. I can feel his breath hovering above my mouth.
“Darian…”
His other hand ensnares my waist, leaving me with nowhere else to go. Yet, I don’t feel trapped. A tiny whimper fall from my lips. It feels natural, like an extension of my body.
Darian's eyes darken as he moves impossibly closer, and just then…
Bang! Bang!
He pushes away from me abruptly, his entire body going rigid just as my hand flies to the mark, shielding it away from view.
The door pushes open, and another familiar face walks in. Darian’s brother. Zeus. They have almost the same reputation.
"You sent for me," he murmurs, barely moving his lips, an amused expression dancing in his eyes. "Although I don't think you need me right now, considering…"
“Shut up, and send for her best friend. Ask the soldiers to see them out of the haven.”
And without a second glance in my direction, Darian walks out of the room. Zeus doesn't give me the attention of the day, too, stalking off after his older brother, and leaving me in the silence.
Huffing, I plop onto one of the stylish couches, burying my head in my hands. I am still trying to wrap my head around everything that has happened in the last twelve hours when the door pushes open again.
My heart picks up when I think it is Darian, but Daisy's voice follows a second later.
"Oh my God!" she squeals, even though it comes out as a whisper. "I can't believe I just saw Zeus McAlister in flesh. The moon goddess sure took her time making him, because that is one fine specimen. But that's by the way. Iris, what the hell are you doing in the Lycans’ Haven?”
I have gotten so used to the quiet in this place that Daisy's arrival in all her rainbow colors burns my ears out.
I stare at her blankly. I only got to know that this place was called that less than an hour ago.
“Did you know that only those personally invited by the Lycan family get to see these walls?" she continues in her excited tone. "I have never even been in here before. No one at the school has. Yet, on the first day you shift, you magically find yourself here! Girl!"
"That is not all." I allow my hand to fall from the mark on my neck, and this time, Daisy screams for real.
“What in the name of twilight is this?”
“Darian said he marked me. Accidentally.”
“Of course, I know what a mark is when I see one,” she goes off, fanning herself with her hand dramatically. “But how did you end up getting marked by the Lycan prince?”
IRISI wake up the next morning to the sound of his soft breathing against my hair. I look up to catch a glimpse of his face and boy, is he beautiful. Beautiful and mine. “What’re you looking at, princess?” He speaks before he opens his eyes to catch my gaze. A smile spreads across my lips almost immediately. He kisses my forehead, my cheeks and the moment he catches my lips in a hot kiss, the knots in my stomach twist and turn. The kiss very quickly transcends into an intense, fiery and slurpy kiss, tongues dancing against each other. One second, I’m lying against his chest, lips interlocked and the next second, I’m on top of him. I gasp at the quickness of the change in position. I’m already breathless from the kiss. He adjusts me on him and a sharper gasp slips from my lips when I feel his bulge between my legs. He smirks at my reaction. “Can you feel how much I want you, princess?” I nod once. “Words, princess.”“Yes,” I say breathlessly. And he kisses me again, and thi
IRISThe room is quiet except for the sound of our breathing.The fire has burned low, painting the walls in gold and shadow, and for a long time neither of us speaks. Darian’s hand is warm in mine. His thumb traces slow circles across my skin as if memorizing me by touch alone.I should feel calm. Safe. But beneath the quiet, something inside me is shifting, like a storm gathering just beneath my ribs.His eyes search mine. “You don’t have to do this tonight,” he says softly. “You’ve been through enough.”But I shake my head before I even realize I’m doing it. “I need to. I can feel it inside me, pushing. It’s like I’ll break apart if I don’t.”He studies me for a moment, and I see the struggle in him, the protector and the prince, the man who wants to keep me untouched by the darkness he lives in. Then he nods once, the movement slow, resigned, reverent.“All right,” he murmurs. “Then I’m yours to claim.”My pulse stutters. The words feel heavier than they should, ancient somehow, l
DARIANI carry her into my chambers, her weight light despite the bruises and dirt clinging to her skin. Every muscle in my body tenses, every thought screaming at me that she’s alive, and that’s all that matters right now. I set her gently on the bed, hands brushing over her trembling shoulders as I check for cuts, scratches, signs of the fight she endured.“You’re safe,” I murmur, voice low and raw. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.”Her eyes, wide and wary, meet mine. She tries to smile, but it falters almost immediately. I want to tell her it’s over, that she doesn’t have to fight anymore, but the memory of her being dragged, the fear I felt hearing her cries, still burns in me.I reach for the ruined clothing sticking to her skin. My hands are careful, gentle, lifting the tattered fabric away without pulling at her wounds. Every scrape, every bruise, every tear in her clothes fuels the fire in me. I want to erase it all. I want to burn down the world that dared touch her.“Let me help
ADIRAI can’t breathe.The moment the Lycan King’s voice declared Iris would live, something in me snapped. It’s like the ground itself shifted beneath my feet. Every plan, every whisper, every careful move I’ve made for years, gone. Torn to shreds in a single heartbeat.I stalk down the long corridor, my heels striking the marble hard enough to echo. The guards I pass lower their gazes, stepping aside, but I can feel their judgment burning into my back. Let them look. Let them whisper. I don’t care.My hands shake as I shove open the next set of doors. The scent of cedar and steel fills my nose. Zeus’s room. I don’t even bother to knock.He’s sitting near the window, a glass of amber liquid in his hand, moonlight cutting across his sharp jawline. He looks up, startled, his golden eyes narrowing. “I’m pretty sure you were taught to have manners.” he snaps. “You don’t just barge into my private chambers!”“You promised me the crown!” I shout.The words tear out of me, raw and wild. I d
DARIANThe silence is unbearable.I can still hear my own words ringing in my head; Exile me. Strip me of my title. Just let her live.They hang in the air like smoke, thick and choking, filling every corner of the throne room.No one moves. No one breathes. The world feels frozen, caught between one heartbeat and the next.My father’s eyes are on me. Cold. Calculating. But there’s something else there too, something I’ve never seen before. Not anger. Not disdain. Something heavier.He exhales slowly, the sound loud in the stillness.Then he does the unthinkable.He pulls the sword away from Iris’s throat.The crowd gasps as he lowers it completely, the silver blade gleaming harmlessly at his side. His hand falls away from her shoulder. He steps back.For a second, I don’t believe what I’m seeing. My brain can’t process it. I stare, unmoving, waiting for the catch, for the cruelty, the trick, the punishment.But he just stands there, breathing hard, his gaze unreadable.I stumble to m
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 move fast enough. The guards dig their claws into my arms, but I barely feel it. My blood roars in my ears. I can’t let this happen. I won’t.“Let her go!” I snarl, shoving one of them off. My voice comes out rough, distorted. Too close to the wolf. My pulse hammers against my skull, and I feel the burn, the shift, crawling just beneath my skin.My father doesn’t even look at me. His gaze is locked on her, his sword gleaming in the torchlight. “She is a danger to the pack,” he says, his tone like ice. “She must die, Darian.”“She’s not a danger!” I roar. The sound shakes the walls, my voice cracking with the force of it. “You’re blinded by your damn prophecies and lies! You don’t see anything e







