LOGINRose’s pov Damian’s hand moved and cupped one of my breasts, and revulsion rippled through me.“So tender,” he murmured, giving it an extra, deliberate squeeze that made my stomach twist. I forced my face to stay still, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.“I promise to give you better sex than your four mates ever could. You’ll be smiling to your grave… literally.”His words slithered over my skin, foul and mocking.Disgust and fury ignited inside me so sharply I didn’t hesitate—I spat in his face.“You disgust me,” I said through heavy breaths.He wiped the spit off with two fingers… and then licked it.“Delicious,” he sighed, eyes gleaming with something twisted. “I planned to make you enjoy this experience. But now? I’ll make it a nightmare.”“I’m not scared of you,” I shot back, though my heart hammered violently. “My mates will have your head if you touch me.”I hoped—desperately—that the threat would at least slow him down.“Get her to that table,” he ordered c
Kavian’s POV “Rosemary."I came alive thinking about Rose, the name ripping through me harder than any breath I had taken. My eyes swept across the field littered with dead corpses, bodies twisted and torn—and there was no sign of her anywhere.Panic clawed into my chest. I could feel in my soul that she was alive, that faint, unmistakable pull—but I had no idea where she was.Had my father and brothers caught her?Or was she hidden somewhere, trembling and running for her life?I didn’t have the answer. And it terrified me.Sitting up straight, I tried to get to my feet, but pain shot through every inch of my body. My chest burned the worst. Instantly my mind replayed the moment my brothers’ swords slashed into me—metal tearing through flesh, the shock, the betrayal. A frown tightened my face at the memory, but deep inside, I realized they never meant to kill me. If they had, they would’ve gone for my head, ripped out my heart—ended me cleanly.I would heal from these wounds, slowly
Rose’s POV “What do you mean? What don’t we know about Rose?” Tristan demanded, breath ragged, confusion and anger twisting across his face. Damian’s eyes slowly drifted from him… back to me.“That her blood holds the power to make me a god,” he said, voice smooth and terrifyingly certain.My mind blanked. Even Tristan looked stunned.“What are you talking about? Make you a god, as how?” Tristan snapped.“Yes,” Damian answered simply, as if stating a fact of nature. He walked toward me, heavy boots crushing leaves beneath him, stopping so close I could smell the metallic tang of blood on him. His hand lifted, fingers brushing my cheek and sliding into my hair. His touch felt like poison—cold and violating—and I jerked my face away. He only smirked.“She is truly beautiful… but the most remarkable thing about her isn’t her face or her perfect body” he said, tone darkening, “but her blood. Just like her mother’s.”Then he looked back at Tristan.“You see, her blood is the very fountain
Rose’s pov“Stop there!”…The shouts and threats were nonstop, echoing through the woods as we were chased down by Alpha King Armon’s men. Leaves and branches whipped past us, the thundering of hooves shaking the ground beneath the horse. But none of that mattered—not the danger behind us, not the cold wind stinging my face—because all I could see in my mind was Kavian… the last moment I saw him… the three merciless blades coming down on him.Is he really dead?No. He can’t be dead.The thought sank claws into my chest, squeezing until the pain felt physical—sharp, suffocating.“Do not cry. I promise I won’t let them hurt you… just hold on to me tightly,” Tristan said, forcing the horse faster. Only then did I realize the warm streaks on my cheeks weren’t from the wind. I was crying—but not for the reason he assumed. The danger didn’t matter. My tears were for Kavian.“We have to go back,” I whispered, then said louder, “We have to go back.”“What? What do you mean we have to go back?
Author's pov“Retreat! Fall back!” Alpha Stefan bellowed from his horse, his voice cutting through the clamor of battle. Kavian had successfully distracted his brothers, and now there was a narrow opening—enough for his men to pull back toward the gates, even if it was only a temporary reprieve.His beta, Marcel, still locked in combat, heard the command and finished off his opponent with swift precision before shouting the order louder, ensuring the message carried over the chaos.“Everyone! Fall back! Now!”The other two alphas, Damian and Tristan, echoed the call, their warriors maneuvering carefully, striking and defending as they gradually pulled back toward the gates. Progress was slow but steady—Kavian’s unyielding stand kept his brothers fully occupied.“He stands no chance against the three of them,” Tristan said grimly, watching Kavian struggle under the relentless assault. His body moved with skill, but the numbers were impossible. Each strike from Arman, Shirin, and Roshan
Rose’s povI couldn’t believe my eyes. It felt unreal—like my mind had slipped into a nightmare I couldn’t wake from. One moment my aunty was alive, whispering that it was going to be alright… and the next, her head was rolling across the floor. I had never screamed so loud in my life, yet somehow everything still felt silent, like the world had gone numb with me.My mates’ father—he was the one who delivered the killing blow to my precious aunty. And he’d said so casually to my father that my head would be next.I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t even form a single thought. It all felt distant, muffled, dreamlike—until a sudden force knocked him backwards. He flew across the ground.Kavian.He had struck his father.“Run!” he yelled. It took seconds—long, useless seconds—for the word to process. My legs didn’t recognize the command at first. Nothing did. But suddenly instinct took over, and I ran. I ran as fast as my body would let me, tears blurring everything, breath tearing in and out o







