LOGINKYRIE.“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” I said, stepping in front of Eve, my hand tightening around her arm. “You’re done here, Saint Rollins. Whatever game you think this is, it ends now.”He didn’t move an inch. He just stared right through me like I wasn’t even there.Then, with that quiet, lethal arrogance he wore like a second skin, he murmured,“Let's go home, Eve.”Those four words hit like a fucking nuke.Eve gasped. My wolf damn near exploded through my skin. The world went silent except for the sound of my
SAINT.All I came to do was to get this ceremony over and done with.It was no news that my wolf was cursed. Everyone here knew that I couldn't stay around anyone the moment the full moon leaves the sky. So, I had to round up whatever the fuck I had to do here and be on my way already.Because when the full moon disappeared, the thing inside me stopped obeying. My wolf didn’t sleep — it consumed.The moon was already sinking lower, its light paling around the edges.I’d have maybe fifteen minutes before the curse started to pull.Fifteen minutes to keep
EVE.Saint finally moved, and the entire crowd dropped to their knees.Everyone except me.I was too busy trying to remember how to breathe.He noticed.Saint’s steps stopped right in front of me. The air changed again. It always did around him. He didn’t even have to touch me; he just shifted the gravity in his direction.“Kneel.” He commanded.My body responded before my mind caught up — heart racing, throat closing, that sharp memory of being pinned against a wall by that same v
EVE.If nerves could make noise, mine would be screaming.The air on the field was gradually growing heavier by the minute. It carried something ancient that was thick with energy and tension.Everyone was pretending to be calm, but I could feel it — fear moves differently and travels quietly. From one person’s heartbeat to another.I could almost hear my mother’s voice in my head saying, 'Don’t fidget, Eve, it makes you look unsure.'My fingers were already trembling, so I locked them behind my back.An elder shuffled forward, holding a massive, ancient book l
EVE.I’d been restless all day — couldn’t eat, couldn’t sit still, couldn’t stop thinking about the moment I’d finally meet my wolf.My wolf... The thought alone made my stomach tighten.I’d seen enough transitions to know it wasn’t all light and glory. Some people cried. Some screamed. Some wolves didn’t even survive it. But I still couldn’t stop wondering what she’d look like… what we’d look like.Would she be strong? Wild? Would she have my mother’s fire?I hoped she'd be as powerful as my Mum's wolf was. I wasn't going to measure my expectations
KYRIE."Eve, marry me — not because I deserve you, but because I need to be better with you beside me. You bring more meaning to my life than anyone ever would..."I bent my head and rehearsed the words under my breath until they stopped sounding rehearsed.The sentence tasted real and, for a second, my chest opened in a way that had nothing to do with power. If she said yes, I would spend the rest of my life proving it.I slipped the velvet box from my jacket again and opened it like I’d done a dozen times tonight. My smile had refused to fade.I ran my thumb along the ring. I rehearsed small things like how I would say
EVE.I winced when I tried to sit up. My head spun, the room tilting until I had to grip the sheets. But the second everything from last night came crashing back — the drug, the chains, and how the guards hadn't allowed me to leave the house — panic shoved me upright. I pushed my luck harder, sitti
EVE.I couldn't tell for how long I'd been here, but it felt like... What... Two days? Three? The hours bled together.Kyrie hadn’t let me step outside the bedroom. Even the bathroom was in the bedroom. Going to use the bathroom felt like a privilege I had to earn. Once, I’d tried to test the handle
KYRIE.I didn’t even let him finish standing before my fist connected again. The crunch of bones? The snap of his head to the side? It was all fucking music. Rage sang in my ears.He didn’t block me. He didn’t even fucking raise a hand.He just straightened, blood slicking his lip, and barked into
KYRIE.Fucking asshole.I thought he was my brother. My friend. My confidant. But I was a fucking fool.SAINT ROLLINS never changes. He’ll remain the selfish bastard he’s always been.And now it clicks. He wasn’t hunting Eve to kill her. He was hunting her to own her.And he even had the guts to st







