로그인“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 POV)The Sterling estate had a silence I used to mistake for peace. Especially in winter, when the halls muffled every sound—footsteps, hushed arguments, even the scratch of the pen from the study. It took me years to realize it wasn’t peace at all. Just the kind of silence that keeps you s
(Violet’s POV)The wind nearly flayed the skin from my face as I stepped out of the car, the kind of cold that came from altitude and absence. It whistled down from the jagged peaks above, cutting through wool like it had teeth. My coat billowed behind me as I closed the door, the slam swallowed by
“Non-responsive to bloodline fertility elixirs. Rejected bond augmentation. No known physical trauma, yet failure to conceive persisted beyond standard Lycan thresholds…”My diagnosis, delivered like it was a crime.“Miss Reed,” he said, as the scroll was tucked neatly away, “did you ever consider t
(Violet’s POV)The Grand Court always smelled like blood and perfume.No matter how many polished marble columns or gold-inlaid benches they added, no matter how high the ceiling arched or how carefully the tapestries were chosen to reflect old power and new restraint—underneath it all, the air stil







