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 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) The moment I stepped through the front door, I knew something was wrong.The air was too still. Too silent. Like the house itself had braced for war.Ronan was seated on the edge of the velvet couch in the parlor, hands clasped between his knees, staring at the floor. His parents sat
(Violet’s POV)The contract between us was made of paper—but it might as well have been carved instone.Lucian didn’t speak as I walked into his office. He simply slid the folder across his deskwith the quiet command of a man used to signing lives away. His posture wasinfuriatingly relaxed—leaned
her neck. The kind of detail you only noticed when you had nothing.She knelt beside me, eyes wide with worry.“You’ll freeze out here,” she said, voice gentle. “You have to eat.”I didn’t answer. Didn’t move.So she took off her scarf and wrapped it around my shoulders.Then she held out a steaming







