INICIAR SESIÓNSTELLAThe 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
STELLAMy face was burning, heat spreading up from my neck before I could do anything to stop it. I opened my mouth to argue. He walked past me without waiting for whatever I was about to say."I'm going to shower.""Oh."Why did that single word sound so awkward, like I'd forgotten how to speak properly the moment he said it? He disappeared into the adjoining washroom. I exhaled. Finally. I could breathe.I busied myself arranging the things we would need for breakfast, determined not to think about the fact that I'd just spent an entire night sleeping in Damien's arms, still very much aware of exactly how his chest had felt against my cheek. A few minutes later I heard the door open. I turned automatically. And immediately wished I hadn't.Damien stepped out with nothing but a towel wrapped securely around his waist. Water still clung to his skin, tracing lines down his chest and along the scars I'd studied so carefully only hours earlier. His dark hair was damp, several strands fall
STELLAWarmth. That was the first thing I noticed when I woke up. Warmth surrounded me from every direction, so different from the freezing cold that had consumed me during the night, a cold I only half remembered now that it was gone, more sensation than memory. For a few seconds I didn't move. I simply lay there, half-asleep, enjoying it, letting my mind drift somewhere between sleep and waking without any urgency to choose one over the other.Then I realized something was wrong. There was something beneath my cheek. Something hard. Something that rose and fell slowly with every breath, steady and unmistakably alive, warm in a way that made it hard to want to move away from it right away.My eyes opened. My brain took a second to catch up, still fogged with sleep and unwilling to process what it was seeing right away. Bare skin. A broad chest. Muscles. Scars. My eyes widened. I stopped breathing entirely.I slowly lifted my head. Alpha Damien. I was lying against Alpha Damien. More







