Mag-log inThe explosion throws me backwards. I barely have time to react before Draven catches me around the waist and pulls me against his chest. The force of the blast sends pieces of wood and stone flying across the courtyard. Someone screams. Another explosion follows, and the ground trembles beneath my feet. “Get her inside!” Corvin shouts. “I’m not going anywhere!” I yell. Draven releases me just long enough to draw his sword. “Daemon, take the eastern passage. Darius, stay with her.” “I’m not leaving her,” Daemon snaps. “Neither am I,” Darius adds. A group of armed men pours through the broken western gate. They aren’t wearing Blackmere colours. Their faces are covered, and they’re moving with frightening coordination. Corvin’s warriors rush to meet them. The first clash is brutal. A man swings at one of the guards, sending him crashing against a pillar. Another attacker slips past the fighting and heads straight for us. Draven meets him halfway. His sword cuts across the ma
“Rain.” I don’t stop walking. “Rain, I’m speaking to you.” I reach the steps leading into the main building before Corvin’s father speaks again. “Your refusal doesn’t change what was agreed.” I turn around. “Then perhaps you should find someone who cares about your agreement.” His eyes narrow. “Your adoptive father has already received my protection. You cannot simply walk away from the consequences.” I look at the man who raised me. He remains silent. I wonder how many times he has rehearsed this conversation. How many times he imagined handing me over and collecting whatever reward he had been promised. “You told me you were protecting me,” I say to him. “Was that what you told yourself when you made the deal?” He looks irritated. “You don’t understand the position I was in.” “Then explain it.” “There were people looking for you. Your bloodline was dangerous to certain powerful families. I couldn’t keep you safe forever.” “So you decided to hand me over?” “I decid
“Hello, son.” Corvin doesn’t move. For several seconds, he simply stares at the man standing before him. The resemblance is unmistakable. The same icy blue eyes, the same sharp features, though his father’s face carries more years and considerably less warmth. “Father?” The older man smiles faintly. “It’s been a long time.” “Seven years.” “Yes.” “You let me believe you were dead.” “I had my reasons.” Corvin gives a short, humourless laugh. “I’m sure you did.” I barely pay attention to their exchange. My eyes have settled on the second man standing beside Corvin’s father. And suddenly, I wish the ground would open beneath my feet. I know that face. I know the man standing there, watching me as though we have simply run into each other at a family gathering. My adoptive father. The man who raised me. “Rain,” he says. My fingers tighten around the sword in my hand. “What are you doing here?” He looks at the blood on my clothes before returning his
The first scream comes from outside. I drop the spoon. For a second, I sit perfectly still, listening. Then another shout cuts through the morning, followed by the unmistakable clash of metal. Storm lifts her head inside me. That's not training. I push away from the table and hurry towards the window. The courtyard has changed. Soldiers are running towards the northern wall, stable hands are dragging horses out, and two guards are carrying a wounded wolf between them. There's blood on his shirt. Corvin appears in the doorway. "Stay here." I turn around. "What's happening?" "An incident at the northern watch." "That sounds wonderfully vague." He doesn't answer. He's already fastening the belt around his waist, a dagger secured against his hip. "Corvin." He stops. "Is it them?" "One of your mates has been spotted," he says. "Draven." My stomach tightens. "Where are the others?" "That's what my scout was supposed to find out." "Was?" Corvin looks towards the courtyar
I take another bite, mostly to avoid looking at him for too long. There is something deeply irritating about a man who looks like Corvin Blackmere and has the audacity seat there looking peaceful and calm. Honestly, the Moon Goddess has favorites, and apparently, she isn’t even trying to hide it. I glance up at him. He’s watching me. “Do you always stare at people while they eat?” I ask. “Only when they look like they’re planning my murder.” I nearly choke on my food. Corvin reaches for his glass, looking entirely too pleased with himself. “You kidnapped me,” I remind him. “And fed you.” “After kidnapping me.” “Would you prefer I had left you in the cart? Or maybe on the battlefield” I stare at him. “You’re very annoying.” “I’ve been told.” “By women, I presume.” “Mostly men, actually.” I roll my eyes before I can stop myself It’s small, barely noticeable, but it’s the first genuine reaction I’ve managed since the battle. The moment I realize it, I stop it He’s ha
Don’t get me wrong Alpha Corvin is fine.Like… if the sun and the moon had a very ill-advised one-night thing and produced a walking distraction kind of fine.Golden-brown skin that caught the light like it belonged there. Jet-black hair usually tied back, except when it fell loose in a way that felt intentional even when it wasn’t. Icy blue eyes that missed nothing. And his body, unfair. Built like someone who trained not to impress but because violence was a language he spoke fluently.Yes. I am very aware I have three absurdly attractive mates.I am also very aware that I am currently upset with them, half-betrayed, half-furious, and honestly… not even that angry that I got kidnapped again.At least it wasn’t Caius. Nor is it Selene or Liana.At least no one was screaming curse in my face.I could use a break from all of that.“Miss.”The voice pulls me from my thoughts.I turn from the window.The wolf standing just inside the doorway is young, barely over eight full moons. Too yo
His groan vibrates against my skin, and when I look down, his mouth closes over me, and the look on his face is so full of lust and pleasure that the heat in my core intensifies.“Rain,” he murmurs in a low baritone. “You taste so fucking incredible. I love this.”Our eyes meet briefly, and the con
I wake up gasping.The sheets are tangled around my legs, my skin slick with sweat that feels almost feverish. The air in my room is thick too hot, too heavy, like the walls themselves are pulsing with every shallow breath I take.Something’s wrong. Or maybe not wrong different. But different in a
Liana’s POV The scent of sweat and dirt still clung to the air long after the morning session had ended. I could still hear the sound of it—Rain’s fists slamming into the mat, the crowd’s shocked gasps when she’d sent Selene sprawling like a rag doll. Pathetic. I crossed the courtyard, my hee
I pushed through the library doors, the cold stone corridor swallowing the sound of my boots as they struck the floor. My pulse was still wild, my breath coming hard—half anger, half ache. Storm’s laughter echoed in my mind like bells in a storm, bright and unbothered.“You handled that beautifully







