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
(Violet’s POV)The room gasped as if I’d screamed.Wine soaked my gown in a violent splash of red across white silk. The chill hit instantly, and the ruined fabric clung like betrayal. Thin. Exposing. Vulnerable.And worse— The scar.That twisted, cruel branding at the back of my neck, usually hidd
(Violet’s POV)Lucian didn’t speak.His arms just tightened around me, the heat of his body blanketing the chill left behind by cold wine and colder stares. I felt his breath stir the damp strands of hair at my nape. His silence wasn’t soft—it was simmering. Controlled. Dangerous.He was still angry
(Violet’s POV)“How dare I use you as a tool?” The words tore out of me, sharp and furious. “You’re the one who hid for three years, Lucian! You—you let me treat you like a body for rent, like a name on a burner phone, while all this time, you were—” I broke off, the edges of my voice fraying.A k
(Violet’s POV)That was one of the rare moments we had an honest conversation.*~Three years ago~The intense pain spread from the mate bond. My wolf howled in agony. I curled up in the corner of the bed because of the pain.I didn’t call for him, but Luc still came.It was a rainy day. But he seem







