(Violet’s POV)The room leaned in as one.Everyone was waiting for my response.The truth is, not only do we know each other, but we also slept together—for three whole years.“No,” I said softly, the word ash on my tongue. “We’ve never met.”Forgive me, my goddess. But if I told the truth, my trait
(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
(Violet’s POV)The palace glittered like a dream built to break people.Even from the outside, it shimmered in the winter air, all gold filigree and glass towers, as if daring the moonlight to outshine it. Lanterns lined the winding steps. Guards in black and silver flanked the great marble archways
(Violet’s POV)"…You don't want to?" Ronan furrowed his brow.Sharing a man with my sister—of course, I didn't want to.But the act was still ongoing, so I didn't show any resistance. Instead, I gave him a soft wince and pulled back just enough to suggest delicacy.“It’s... not a good time,” I whisp
(Violet’s POV)“She’s my mate, Elara. We’re married. Whether you want to recognize it or not.”Ronan’s voice held that familiar weight—measured, regal, persuasive. It was the tone he used at council meetings, the tone that made allies bow their heads and adversaries hesitate.The same tone I used to
I shook my head. “You didn’t do anything.”“I raised him,” she said bitterly. “Doesn’t that make me complicit?”I had no answer to that.Behind her, Jacob cleared his throat, stepping in with that quiet, commanding presence he always carried. A man of few words—unless it involved politics or bloodli
(Violet’s POV)“What? Your call boy is actually…?!”Cathy‘s shriek bounced around the speaker of my phone like a shrill battle cry.I winced. “Yes. Keep your voice down.”“I’m on the damn phone, Violet! What voice is there to lower?”She had a point.Still, I rubbed my temple, pacing the length of t
(Violets p.o.v)The room was so silent, I could hear my heartbeat.Every part of me wanted to scream.I wanted to shout yes—that I wanted the divorce, that I wanted freedom, that I wanted to walk out of this courtroom with fire on my heels and my head held high.But not like this.Not if it meant gi
(Violet P.O.V)I couldn’t move.I couldn’t breathe.Lucian—Luc—was sitting on the damn throne.Not lounging on a penthouse couch or tangled in my silk sheets, but high above me, wrapped in velvet and iron and power, with golden eyes that looked through me like I was just another case file in a pile