MasukDEREKI couldn't stop thinking about her. That was the problem. I had tried. God knew I had tried. I had sent women away, one after another, each dismissal feeling more pointless than the last. I had refused Valentina when she tried to distract me. I had even convinced myself that what I felt was nothing more than irritation, a passing annoyance that would fade the moment I stopped indulging it. But every time I closed my eyes I saw Stella. Her face. Her eyes. The way she had looked at me when I found her in Damien's house, steady and unafraid in a way that had stayed with me far longer than it should have. And, most irritatingly of all, the way she had spoken to me. As though I were no different from anyone else. As though she wasn't impressed by my title. As though she wasn't afraid of me. She had even stepped on my foot.My jaw tightened at the memory. "That little—" I stopped myself. The door opened. Valentina stepped inside. I didn't bother looking at her."Another woman is waiti
STELLAHis lips crashed against mine. For one second I forgot everything. The meeting. Raventooth. The palace. The fact that I was supposed to be standing here as nothing more than his servant. Everything disappeared beneath the warmth of his mouth. Damien kissed me like he had been holding himself back for far too long. Not violently. Not carelessly. Just intensely. His hand remained against my cheek for a moment before sliding down to my jaw, his thumb brushing my skin as though he was making sure I was really there. My heart was pounding so hard I was certain he could hear it. I should have pulled away. I knew that. I had every reason to. Instead my fingers curled into the front of his shirt.The moment I did, his breathing changed. He deepened the kiss. My entire body seemed to wake up at once. Warmth spread through me, leaving me dizzy, and when his other hand settled around my waist I instinctively moved closer. Too close. Much too close. Yet somehow it still didn't feel close e
STELLAThe meeting finally ended. I stayed out of sight until the doors opened and the rulers began filing out. I wasn't foolish enough to stand around where I wasn't supposed to be. Whatever had been discussed inside that room was meant for them, not servants like me. Still, I couldn't help watching, my eyes drifting toward the closed doors every few seconds despite knowing it was pointless. Maybe I would catch something. A name. A word. Anything that could give me an idea of what Damien intended to do about Raventooth.But nothing.Vivian was among the last to leave, lingering by the door in a way that made it clear she wasn't in any hurry to go. She approached Damien with a smile. "It was good seeing you again."Damien shook her hand. "Likewise.""I hope I'll see you again soon.""I'm sure you will."Her father approached next and exchanged a few words with Damien before they shook hands as well, a brief, formal gesture between two men who clearly respected each other from a distan
DAMIENI cleared my throat, the sound sharper than I intended in the quiet corridor. Stella's head snapped toward me. The smile disappeared from her face almost immediately.Interesting."What exactly is going on here?" She looked at the servant beside her, then at the grapes scattered across the floor. "I bumped into him on my way downstairs. He dropped the basket, and I was just helping him pick everything up."My eyes moved to the man. He froze, whatever composure he'd had disappearing entirely under my gaze. I didn't say a word. I didn't need to. The servant hurriedly gathered the remaining grapes, shoved them back into the basket, and bowed so deeply his forehead nearly touched his knees."My apologies, Alpha. I shall be taking my leave"Then he left, practically stumbling in his haste to put distance between us. Stella watched him disappear down the corridor. I watched her."You scared him.""Good."She turned toward me with a frown. "He wasn't doing anything.""I didn't say he
DAMIENVanessa, no, Vivian, had been talking for far too long, her voice weaving through story after story with the easy confidence of someone who had never once worried about running out of things to say. I had stopped keeping track of how many stories she had told. Something about the old training grounds. Something about a summer when we were children. Something about a horse I apparently used to ride, one whose name she used freely as though I should recognize it instantly.I remembered pieces of it. Pieces. That was the problem. Ever since Azrath had entered my life, there were memories I could no longer reach properly, entire stretches of my own childhood locked away behind something I had no key for. Some were nothing more than fragments, flashes without context. Others were completely gone, as though they'd never happened to me at all.Vivian didn't know that. She continued speaking as though I remembered every detail, her eyes bright with the kind of nostalgia that assumed I
STELLAI had never seen Damien look at someone the way he looked at Vivian. It wasn't anything obvious. He wasn't smiling constantly or acting particularly warm. That would have been easier to understand, easier to name and set aside. Instead it was the little things. The way he didn't interrupt her. The way he actually listened, giving her his full attention in a way I hadn't seen him give anyone. The way Vivian could mention something from their childhood and Damien would respond as though the memory had been sitting somewhere untouched inside him all these years, waiting for someone who already knew where to look for it.I sat quietly beside him, trying very hard not to pay attention. I failed."And you still hate mornings?" Vivian asked with a small laugh.Damien's lips twitched. "Some things never change." I looked down at my plate. That was a smile. A real one. I had seen Damien smile before, but usually it was the arrogant little smirk he wore whenever he was about to say somet







