LOGINIris’ POV
The buzz of students chatting in the hallway carries over to me, louder than usual. But I have gotten used to that part of the new me. Today, I have a new destination in mind, my face locked in utter concentration.
“Are you sure you are fine?” Daisy asks for the umpteenth time. “What if the headache comes back?”
“I’m fine, Daisy. Your dad said so himself. At least, now that I know I have a longer life span than the average human, I don’t think a mere headache is going to make me drop dead.”
"This isn't about the headache, and you know it." The urgency in Daisy's tone makes me halt. "There's something else, right?"
“Daisy, I told you already. It was just for a few minutes. I can barely remember what it felt like.”
"When you opened your eyes, you were shocked, like you'd seen something…"
Daisy doesn’t know how close to the truth she is, but for some reason, I don’t want to tell her what I heard. Even though I am still learning the ropes of this world I have been plunged into, while keeping my family away from it, those words I heard sounded ominous.
I could feel the danger rippling through space. Nobody else needed to feel that with me.
If only Darian would talk to me.
I haven’t seen him since the last time, which was over a week ago. If I don’t have heightened senses, and if the mark on my neck isn’t still so visible, currently covered by a scarf, I just might have thought I imagined every single thing that happened.
He has returned to the shadows, his name living only on the lips of the students. But I still feel him, in the pulsing of the mark, in my wolf in the middle of the night, and those days when all I want to do is head to the Lycans’ Haven to see him.
My best friend has kept me from doing that. She says the Lycan kind isn’t the most amicable.
The person I have been searching for finally comes into view. He is heading to the cafeteria, walking alone as usual. Everyone seems to avoid him, but he looks just fine with that.
I am about to head in his direction when suddenly, someone blocks my path.
“Iris, have you been avoiding me?”
I look up at him, narrowing my gaze. “Avoiding you? Why would I do that?”
Archer sighs dramatically, and in this moment, I wonder what I saw in him in the first place. "What happened on the night of our anniversary? You were totally off your hinges. I was scared you would hurt her."
I scoff. “So, you’re here to talk to me because of her.”
He steps closer. “I know that you’ve always thought we would end up together, but I was only with you because I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“Hurt me?” I cannot find the pain that crosses my chest each time we have this conversation. Instead, I feel so indifferent. “Archer, you have been hurting me for years. You have never been faithful to me, yet I tolerated it. I thought…Hell, I was so stupid.”
He stops, realization dawning on him. “What are you saying?”
“Go be with Sabine. I don’t care.”
“Iris,” he laughs with unease. “I know you are in love with me, but…”
“But Sabine is your mate.”
His head jerks up in surprise.
“And I was in love with you, Archer. A feeling I regret right now. Standing in front of you makes me want to gag.”
That is when I remember that Daisy is right by my side. She chokes out in a fit of laughter, earning a glare from Archer. But he knows better than to touch the Beta’s daughter.
“Iris, how did you…”
"I don't have time to explain anything to you," I say in a hurry, just as I catch the loner disappearing into a corner.
“I’ll catch up with you, Daisy!” I call above my shoulders as I increase my pace, praying he hasn’t left.
I meet him leaning against the wall, scrolling through his phone. When I stand in front of him, he looks up, not because he has the time to entertain a conversation, but because no one in this entire college speaks to him.
The McAlister brothers are held to a different standard, and I have always thought it had something to do with their looks. Now, I know better.
He blinks, putting his phone away slowly. “Are you lost?”
"I need you to help me talk to your brother," I pour out in one breath, before I can lose the confidence I have barely gathered.
A smirk graces his flawless features, and a mischievous glint appears in his eyes. "What has Zeus done again?"
“Not Zeus. Shit! How many brothers do you have?”
"Three." He has a lazy smile now. "Zeus is usually the troublemaker, if you're not counting me."
"Darian," I whisper. The mere mention of his name makes my skin crawl in want. "I need to see him."
Adrian raises a brow. “The Lycan prince. You sure set your standard high, girl.”
"Adrian, please. It's really important. I …" Adrian angles his head, and for a second, I actually think he can see through the scarf on my neck. "I really have to talk to him, and I know I can't come into the Lycans’ Haven without an invitation.”
He leans in closer, and I can see the striking resemblance he has to Darian. They all have god-like features, like the moon goddess took an extra day to make them.
“You’re pretty,” he says casually as he pulls away, like he is talking about the weather. “So, you won’t get mad when I tell you not to get all hung up on Darian.”
“Why?”
“He is the Lycan Prince. He has duties that he has to fulfil.”
Adrian pulls himself off the wall. “And he is the coldest McAlister. All he knows how to do is ruin everything in his path.”
IRISHe adjusts his grip, one arm around my waist, the other slipping under my thigh to hold me open. Then he bounces me, slow at first, grinding upward with each movement, forcing his cock deeper, higher, until I scream.He is hitting places I didn’t know existed, places that make my vision blur and my body jerk in his hold like a live wire.“Oh my God…fuck!”“Yeah,” he groans, lips brushing the side of my neck. “You feel that? That’s me in your guts, baby.”I moan, completely undone, my hands flying behind my head to grip his neck, to anchor myself. But there is no saving me. Not from this.Not from him.He bounces me faster, harder, his cock pistoning up inside me with filthy wet sounds and the harsh slap of our skin. Every movement makes my ass jiggle against him, and I can hear his satisfaction in every ragged breath.“Fucking perfect,” he growls. “The way your body takes me, look at you. Fucking pretty, messed up. Just how I like it.”I am. I know I am. My body, my mind wrecked
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







