LOGINAuthor’s POVThe wedding celebration carried on deep into the night, laughter and music spilling through the pack grounds as people danced, drank, and celebrated until the stars hung high overhead. Eventually, the noise softened, guests drifting away one by one, and the bride and groom finally retired to their room.“I can’t believe I am your wife,” Laura said, her voice trembling with joy and disbelief as she stood before him.“I have dreamed of this moment so many times, but I never thought it would actually become real,” she added, her eyes shining. Tristan only smiled, the kind of smile that came from a place too full for words.“Come here,” he said quietly, slipping an arm around her waist and drawing her closer.“Yes, you are my wife—believe it. And I have the most beautiful bride in the whole world. I am truly the luckiest man alive.” His words made her cheeks warm, and a soft laugh escaped her.“And I have the most handsome husband in the world too,” she replied, her fingers t
Kavian’s POVI could see the disappointment, the frustration, and the thin edge of fear etched across Draco’s face—and mirrored in the soldiers with him—as they returned to the pack house. Their shoulders were stiff, steps measured, as if each pace carried the weight of what awaited them. I was certain Draco was already dreading the moment he would have to stand before my father and explain his failure.Still, no matter how ruthless and wicked my father could be, I doubted he would punish Draco as severely as he had punished Lord Darian for his first failed mission. If he killed every man who stumbled, he would soon have no men left at all. Draco would face harsh words, perhaps discipline meant to sting and remind him of his place—but nothing fatal. In fact, I was certain my father would still leave him with the assignment to end the rebellion and bring back the rebel leader’s head. He always did. He granted chances—never too many, but enough. I knew him that well.Only when those cha
Kavian’s POVDraco and the soldiers descended on the rebel camp with a loud, savage cry, steel and boots tearing through the forest’s fragile calm. A heaviness settled in my chest, slow and sinking, the bitter thought pressing in—my warning had been ignored. They were all going to die.I was just about to rise from where I hid, to slip away before the slaughter burned itself into my memory, when everything suddenly went quiet.Too quiet.I stilled, breath held, and focused—letting my heightened hearing stretch outward, threading through the silence. Then I heard it.“There’s no one here. The camp is empty.”The words cut through me, and relief hit so sharply it almost made my knees weak.They listened.The rebels had taken my warning seriously. They were alive. And with that simple choice, they had placed themselves in my debt—a debt I would collect when the time was right.“This wasn’t supposed to happen.” Draco’s voice followed, tight and edged with fury. “How did they know we were
Rose’s pov“I need you so bad,” Shirin whispered into my ear, the words breaking into a soft moan, and my body reacted instantly, betraying me before my mind could catch up. A shiver rolled through me, starting at my spine and spreading everywhere at once.He started sucking on my ear, slow and deliberate, and I never knew that such a small, neglected part of my body could unravel me so completely. Every nerve seemed to wake up at once. Beneath the water, my skin tightened, my nipples hardening as a restless heat curled low in my belly, a tingling ache settling between my legs.His touch felt like fire against me, burning even through the cool water that surrounded us. The contrast only made it worse—better. I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted more. I wanted to be swallowed whole by the heat he was creating inside me. So I kissed him. I kissed him like it might be the last time, poured everything I was feeling into it. He kissed me back with a raw hunger, as if it were a challenge he
Kavian’s povI was tactful and careful as I followed Draco and the group of soldiers, keeping my steps light and my presence deliberately forgettable. I didn’t want a single soul to notice I was trailing them. I had just paused in a shadowed corridor, pressed against the cold stone as I waited for them to pass, when a faint, sweet scent drifted in behind me.I didn’t need to turn around to know it belonged to Rose.Under normal circumstances, her nearness would have lifted something in my chest—relief, warmth, even excitement. But now, it only tightened my nerves. I didn’t want her anywhere near this. Not when what I was about to do could put her in danger, even if I was doing it for her sake.The scent grew stronger, unmistakable. She was walking toward me. Damn it. I couldn’t even risk turning around.If she came any closer, I would lose Draco and the rebels entirely. I wouldn’t get ahead of the soldiers. I wouldn’t be able to protect her the way I intended to. My jaw clenched as I
Kavian’s POV“So why did Father ask you to wait behind?” Shirin asked once we were together again, inside Roshan's room.“Yeah, I’m kinda curious too,” Roshan added, and Arman’s gaze followed, steady and expectant.I didn’t want to lie to them—not because our father had warned me to keep quiet. His commands meant little to me now. But there was no way I could tell my brothers the truth. Not when it didn’t fully make sense even in my own head. Not when those words, spoken so calmly by Father, could tear something fragile between us apart. How was I supposed to tell them that the man they had remained loyal to all their lives was considering me as his successor—for betraying our pack and daring to stand against him?“Nothing important,” I said instead. “He just wanted to assure me he intends to keep the promise he made to Rose about not harming me.”I offered them only half the truth, leaving the sharpest edge buried.“Really?” Shirin said, studying my face, suspicion flickering briefly







