LOGIN“Why don’t you give your son some credit?” Lucian asked. “After all, he was wise enough to align himself with the right side in the end.”Kane's look of panic turned to that of pure anger. “You little traitor,” he growled. “How could you turn on your own family?”“I warned you that you were going to
[Violet’s POV]I had no idea what came over me.One moment I was safe and secure in Lucian’s arms and the next I was crossing the room to punch Kane Venmer straight in the face.Everyone watched in total awe and shock as I practically knocked the older man to the ground. But I didn’t care. I was fed
I snapped my head to the side and stared daggers at Kane.“You fucking touched her!” I snarled. A strong arm curled around my shoulder. Had it not been for Dmitrius holding me back, I would have surely killed Kane.“Easy,” Dmitrius muttered. “Lucian. Come back to yourself, cousin.”I gruffed and
[Kane’s POV]How could I have made such an appalling miscalculation??I’d sent for Silas’ presence on the grounds that my deal with Burmstone could once again take place. He’d demanded I offer something of better value and I had gone out of my way to ensure such a thing was possible.The fated mate
[Violet’s POV]I tried to hide my growing fear behind my carefully curated mask of indifference.But with every step this vampire took to get closer to me, the stronger my heart was fighting to break through my chest.Silas kept a firm eye on me as he began to circle around the chair I was still bou
[Lucian’s POV]I felt awful.No, ‘awful’ wasn’t the word I was searching for...Desolate...Tormented...Mournful...Agonized...My Gods, the list was endless. But above all else, I could easily say that I was heartbroken. And I had no one to blame but myself.I shouldn’t have kept all of this from Vio
Elara’s voice dropped. “Are you regretting her now? Or just regretting that you never really had her?”Her words landed softly, but they echoed hard.Elara took a step closer. “You’re doubting me, aren’t you?”“I’m watching,” I said.That was all and I left her standing there with her mask still on—
I imagined her wearing it. Not smiling. Not seeking approval. Just… standing there. In silence. In black. Owning a room the way fire owns a forest.The vision struck harder than I expected because it wasn’t desire that came first, it was grief.Grief for the girl I once marked in secret. Grief for t
(Violet POV)They waited until midnight.That was the genius of it. Not during the dance, not during the toast. But in the pause. The breath between spectacle and aftermath. When even I had begun to believe the worst might be over.The steward wasn’t the same one who had delivered Lucian’s speech. T
(Violet’s POV)They didn’t expect me to fight. They certainly didn’t expect me to take it all the way to the top.The Continental Court wasn’t just a courthouse—it was the stage where legacies were reforged. An ivory citadel at the continent’s heart, where stone columns rose like spears, and verdic







