LOGINMira found herself sold to her greatest enemies, who turned out to be her mates. She never expected to feel so much desire toward them, battling the bond while uncovering secrets that would shatter her world. The Lycan brothers—Rowan, Damien, Lucian, and Kai—are cursed, and the only cure lies in Mira’s death. But how can they sacrifice the one woman they’re bound to love?
View MoreMira’s POVThe moment I stepped across the threshold of the manor, I felt it—the pulse of magic beneath my feet. It wasn’t violent or overwhelming. It was subtle, almost calming. Like the house itself was breathing.The three women who had brought me here moved ahead without speaking. I followed them into a wide parlour draped in deep forest greens and silver-stitched curtains. Soft lanterns floated midair, casting warm light across bookshelves, cauldrons, and what looked like potted herbs glowing faintly from within.Two more women were waiting inside.They looked up as I entered, smiles spreading on both their faces.“Welcome,” said the elder of the two, her silver hair braided down her back like a vine. “We’ve waited so long for this day.”I nodded politely. My heart was still pounding from everything I’d just experienced outside—the shadows, the magic, the guards, the illusion of the hidden manor. I felt like I’d stepped into a dream. One I wasn’t sure I wanted to stay in.One of
Mira’s POVFive days.It had been five long, winding days since I left Blackwood.Five days of rocky paths, forested silence, and a growing pulse in my chest that guided me onward like a string tugging softly at my soul.I hadn’t seen a single bandit, nor had I been hunted by any wild beasts—not that I didn’t expect them. In fact, the absence of danger had begun to make me uneasy. The quiet was too perfect. Too expectant.But I couldn’t afford to question it.I was being led—by something ancient, powerful, and now more familiar to me than even the bond with my mates. It wasn’t a voice or a vision. It was energy. A subtle pull I felt deep beneath my skin. The closer I got to it, the stronger it became.And tonight… it burned.I arrived at dusk.The sky bled orange and violet behind jagged hills, and the trees gave way to a narrow path that spilled into a clearing. At the center of it, a small shadowy settlement flickered beneath the pale moonlight. Not a village exactly—there were no s
Kai’s POVMy fingers tightened around the scrolls.The parchment crinkled slightly under my grip as I stared at the harsh words inked across them. Words no daughter should ever receive from a father. And yet… there they were. Cold commands. Threats. A mission. A demand to act.A betrayal.I turned to Serena, who stood watching me like a cat that had just dropped a dead bird at my feet—proud and expectant.“Where did you get these?” I asked again, slower this time.She shrugged, far too casual. “Does it matter?”“It does to me.”She tilted her head. “Fine. I stole them.”My eyes narrowed.“I took them from her chamber,” she said smoothly. “After she left. They were there, just waiting. Maybe she forgot them, or maybe someone else brought them there for her. Who knows?”“You realize that’s a punishable offense.”“I’m sure you’ll think of something clever,” she replied, not the least bit afraid. “But maybe we should focus less on the theft and more on the content, Kai.”I hated the way s
Kai’s POVThe meeting hall was louder than it had been in moons.Dozens of voices rose and fell—agitated, stubborn, full of doubt. Councilmen sat at the long obsidian table, slamming palms, shaking heads, and offering half-thought-out retorts to my proposal. I stood at the head of the table, arms crossed behind my back, jaw locked.“You want us to walk into the den of vipers and ask for peace?” Councilman Helmar barked. “They’ve already sent spies. They’ve already broken border codes. Why should we show them courtesy?”“Because war isn’t a game of pride,” I snapped.Councilman Geras scoffed. “So instead, we serve ourselves on a silver platter?”Murmurs of agreement rippled through the room.It was exhausting.I had tried logic. Tried diplomacy. Tried leading them through the benefits of a peaceful overture. But they refused to see beyond their fury—beyond their thirst for vengeance. I couldn’t blame them. The council had seen too much blood in the past few moons.But still, they weren
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