เข้าสู่ระบบIris’ 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?”
DARIANFive 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 sunlight in the dining hall feels warmer than it did a moment ago as the sun sets, soft and bright over the polished tables. I’m still settling into the quiet aftermath of the coronation, my crown safely removed, my shoulders lighter now that the ceremony is behind us. Daisy and I are laughing about something ridiculous, something about throwing silver chalices at people, and Darian stands a few steps away, speaking with two council members. He looks relaxed for the first time in what feels like weeks.Everything feels… peaceful.Too peaceful.A strange prickle crawls up the back of my neck. A shift in the air, like the quiet right before a predator strikes. I turn instinctively toward Darian just as he begins to say something to the council member. And then it happens so fast I don’t fully process it.A figure rushes from the shadows behind him—silent, fast, lethal.Hands clamp around Darian’s throat.Darian’s body jolts, his breath cut off instantly.I don’t realize I’m s
IRISThe morning sun filters through the high windows of Lycan’s Haven, painting golden streaks across the polished floors and banners hung for the coronation. My hands are trembling slightly as I stand in front of the mirror, adjusting the intricate silver embroidery on my gown. It feels heavier than I imagined it would, a weight both literal and symbolic. Queen. The word tastes strange on my tongue, almost unreal. Weeks have passed since Kelvin’s sacrifice, yet I still feel the echo of that choice beneath my ribs, a quiet gratitude for the life it allowed me to step into now.Darian is already awake, seated near the edge of the bed, the early sunlight catching the angles of his face. He doesn’t speak; he doesn’t have to. I can feel his presence, steady and grounding, like the calm beneath a storm. I take a breath, smoothing the fabric of my gown again, and step closer.“Ready?” His voice is low, a rumble in my chest more felt than heard.I glance at him, nerves bubbling. “I think s







