Mag-log inDesiree’s POV Coo?Chief Operating officer?The words keep playing in my on our drive back to the Northern pack's territory. Gillian’s hand is resting firmly on my thigh like he is trying to calm my nerves down. Every time I glance at him, I see that twitch of a smile on his lips. Me? The termed traitor's daughter is now the godmother of the Rhydian heirs and the head of an elite gallery branch. “You're unusually quiet, Snuggle bug,” Gillian murmurs, his thumb grazon on the skin of my knee with teasing obvious in his voice. I groan, burying my face in my hands. “If you call me that one more time, I am jumping out of this moving carriage, Gillian. I mean it.”He chuckles, the sound so deep and rich that vibrates through the seats. “I think it suits you. It captures that hidden soft side you try so hard to mask with your sharp tongue."Lyra is a menace," I huff, though my heart isn't in the protest. "I can’t believe she told you that. And I can’t believe she’s handing me the keys t
Desiree’s POV “You're their godmother, Des,” Lyra says, her eyes licking onto mine. “You helped me get through the darkest parts of the pregnancy. I want you to be part of their light.”My eyes glisten with pure happiness, my hand finding it way to cover my lips in awe. “Godmother? You don't mean it, do you?”I stare at Lyra, trying to confirm if she is playing jokes on me or saying the truth. “Do you mean the Luna of Southern pack is playing tricks on the Luna of the Northern pack?” She says, a smile playing on her lips.I squeal, almost jumping on Gillian who is now beside me. “I am a godmother! I am a godmother to Lyra’s twins! Everyone hear me out!” I scream and Gillian quickly use his soft hand to cover my mouth, preventing me from screaming any further. “Don't be silly, Luna! No noise.” Gillian scolds playfully. I don't know how I am supposed to feel tight now. My heart is so full of joy. Unmountable joy. “You are making me your babies' godmother? After all I put you throug
Desiree’s POV It's been a week since Macy's birthday and of course-The sweetest night of my life. The night Gillian confessed his love to me even though Seraphina's problem is still playing on the ground. How can I forget that kind of sweet night? Loving him feels like I am finally catching my breath after a marathon I didn't know I was running. I have finally agree to let Seraphina be taken care of hh Gillian, pending the time she gives birth, to confirm if the pregnancy is for him. And to be very honest, this shit scares the hell outta me. What if Gillian is the father of the child? What is Elder Dickson shows up and decides that Seraphina is going to be the main Luna and I am going to be sharing my man with her?Moon goddess better not let this be real. I am not sharing my man with nobody! Never!“Are you not done yet? The carriage is waiting.” I hear Gillian’s voice from outside my chamber. Oh yes! Guess who we are about to meet after one week of so much worry?Lyra! I am f
Desiree’s POV For the actual first time I returned to these Stone walls, everywhere didn't feel suffocating but just light and warmth. I stand on the edge of the small ballroom, my hands smoothing over the front of my pale cream dress. The room is a sea of bright pink ribbons. They are everywhere…looped over the chandeliers, draped across the buffet tables, and tied in soft, beautiful bows around the pillars. And the stars... seventy silver stars hang from the ceiling on thin threads, spinning slowly in the draft. They catch the candlelight, throwing tiny diamonds of light across the floor.It is beautiful. It is simple. In a world of blood oaths and ancient wars, we are standing in a room full of cake and music.“Desiree! Look!”Macy skids across the floor toward me. She is a whirlwind of pink silk and tangled curls. Her face is smudged with white frosting, and her eyes are brighter than the silver hanging above us. She holds up a small, wolf—a gift from Kael—and beams at me, her
Desiree’s POV My wrist still tingles where Gillian grabbed it as he walks out of the place before I can even walk out. What does he think he is? He thinks he can order me around. He thinks a golden gaze and a rough voice are enough to make me forget that I am not his to command. We are not together. I have told him this. I have shouted it into the silence between us, yet he still acts as if he owns the very air I breathe.A knock sounds at the door of my chambers and I don't even have to open it to know who is standing there. “Go away, Gillian,” I call out, not stopping my pace.The door opens anyway as he steps into the oom, closing the door behind him with a soft click. He has changed out of his training tunic into something lighter.“We aren't finished,” he says. I spin around to face him, my hands on my hips. “Oh, I think we are. You gave your ‘order,’ Alpha. I heard you. Now leave.”Gillian’s eyes darken. He takes a step toward me, and I instinctively take one back. I hate tha
Desiree’s POV I am walking toward the library, my mind still full of silver stars and pink silk, when a shadow moves near the arched doorway ahead.I stop. My skin pricks with a familiar, sharp warning. “You always did have a taste for the ruins, Desiree.”The smooth voices come in, sliding through the quietness. I had told Gillian earlier that I am going down a library road they just opened. L Lucius steps out from a corridor, leaning against a pillar with an effortless grace that mirrors his brother's, yet feels entirely different. Where Gillian is a thunderstorm, Lucius is a poisoned well…still, deep, and deadly.This is the first time I have seen him since I ran away. The last time we spoke, he was looking at me like a puzzle he couldn't wait to break.“And you always did have a taste for lurking in the dark, Lucius,” I say, without giving him the satisfaction of seeing my heart race.He chuckles and walks toward me. He stops just outside my personal space, his eyes scanning my
Desiree's POV If someone had told me a week ago that I would willingly choose Eliana to accompany me anywhere outside Gillian's territory, I would have laughed in their face and tell them to their face ‘In your dreams’But here I amStanding at the entrance of one of the most extravagant boutiques
Desiree's POV “Darling!” I call, running up to Gillian amidst everyone in the room. I cling to Gillian's shoulder like he is the only solid thing in the room that keeps shifting under my feets. I can smell his scents in my lungs, dark cedar and smoke, something that makes him more unique, and fo
Gillian’s POV I close my eyes, trying to restrain my anger as I hear footsteps. Can't mistake Desiree for her, Seraphina. Even in my private study room, her perfume still sinks into the room as she walks in. I can hear her heels clicking towards my side, irritation clinging to my body. Why don'
Gillian's POV Desiree lies in the center of my bed, unmoving except for the slow rise and fall of her chest. The healer's bandages wrap around her throat in clean white layers that look too bright against her skin. She has always been fierce, but now, seeing her like this feels wrong for me. I fe







