INICIAR SESIÓNKillian The first thing I could smell was his scent. Everything— and I meant everything in me started. It was as if I was finally waking up, returning back to the one thing I felt anything for and couldn’t live without. Like a flower finding the sun after years of rain. Like I was being reborn just by being in his presence. “Mother would have loved to see you.” Roman’s voice was still the softest thing I’d ever heard. He stood at the door of the stables, his smile warm as his scent worked its way through my heart. “She enjoys it when you watch her open the gifts you bring.”He was a god. Roman. With his halo and his smile and beauty mark over his lips. With the way his suits hugged every line of his shoulders like they were tailored by someone who worshipped him.But who wouldn’t worship Roman?I swallowed hard, the tight knot in my throat aching as I tried to force my voice past it as I put on my gloves. “I could smell Rosalind’s presence at the table. I highly doubt she would w
“Rosalind. You look so lovely.” My mother’s voice was as enthusiastic as her scent. Even now, smelling it, the need to go into her arms and take the biggest hug I could possibly get but I felt the burn of it the moment she saw Matteo. “You’re still here.”Matteo hadn’t bothered to shower. He’d said there was no point if she already didn’t like him. I would have pushed if it were anybody else— but knowing that he could do this one small act of rebellion made me feel better about my own situation. “Good morning, Mrs Vale.”Aurora Vale’s eyes simmered slightly but Roman returned from wherever he had gone, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up. “Mother. We have to be nice to Rosie’s guests no matter who they are.”He walked to his seat at the head of the table and looked at Matteo before nodding, a warm smile spreading across his face. “Welcome to our home. A friend of my sister is a friend to us all.”I felt the smile coming to my face as Matteo pulled my seat for me. “Thank you, Rome.” I l
The world spun slightly as I sat up, my eyes falling on the state of my room. The bedsheets were strewn everywhere, pillow feathers spread all over the room. There were bottles of alcohol strewn every inch of the space. And right beside me was Matteo. He laid on the bed in the weirdest position, curling into my teddy bear with his suit still on though some of the buttons of his white shirt were missing, revealing the tattoos on his chest. In Latin. I wonder what that was. I stared at him. His hair wasn’t in a bun any longer, falling all over his face. The stubble had grown further, making his already rough looking face appear gruff. He looked scary even now and yet… yet, I thought about touching his face just to see if the stubble was as rough as it looked. LBut why would I do that? And what the hell happened last night?I looked down at myself. I could taste the mixture of what he had brought back last night— because he hadn’t let me drink. When I’d taken it, I could feel my i
Elias“You don’t have to leave. You can wait till she returns.” Killian stared at me the way he always had from the first moment we met. Distrust. Dislike. Disdain. I smiled at him. “I know. I have no plans on leaving. I know she'll be back soon. I just need to go get some books in preparation for when she’s back.”I could tell he didn’t really want me back— but due to the relationship of our families, he couldn’t send me away. He nodded, picking up his coat. “I’ll be leaving.”“And going where?” I asked. He hadn’t expected that question from me. Even with all of his stoicism, surprise flashed across his face. He hadn’t been questioned, not by anyone in a long time. Which would make sense. Being in Killian Veyr’s presence while his scent filled the room made it feel almost as if he didn’t need to be questioned. His words, actions and demands were absolute. “Work.”I didn’t know how Rosalind managed it. Even though I had managed to restrict my heat and take the suppressants needed t
I could feel my entire body throbbing from pain as I walked down the halls. I’d asked two guards where Matteo could possibly be but they hadn’t responded. When my feet started to hurt, I decided I was going to my room, shower and return back to my search. I just hadn’t planned to enter my room and run into a certain person that I’d practically forgotten. “Adrian.”Adrian. My Beta. My lover, stood in the room with more roses than he had before. He was wearing the exact suit he knew I liked, gray, double breasted with a crisp white shirt beneath, unbuttoned just enough to hint at the collarbones I used to trace with my fingers. His dark hair was swept back, and his hazel eyes—those eyes that had once looked at me like I was the only star in his sky—were fixed on me with something that I didn’t even want to look too long at. “I got in a few minutes ago. Your Mother was surprised to see me alone, or that you came with Matteo. She’s quite displeased by his presence.”He sounded so… norma
“You drink tea now?” I watched him walk past me, settling the tea cup right in front of me before returning to his seat opposite me as he smiled. “It’s your favourite. I tend to keep it around because it reminds me of you. But no, I don’t drink it.”When I was little, I found it strange that many people had no memories of being born when I did. Most of it was a blur, but I could remember one thing more vividly than anything else. A scent that I would one day want to follow anywhere. Freshly baked bread and the smell of sheets that had been left in the sun for too long. Just… warmth. And comfort. Always there. Always present. And then I saw his face. He had curly hair just like me, but he never tied them down. Instead, he let them fall over his face like a halo in their golden state, his bluish green eyes radiating back at me with awe and love. He was the first person in the entire world to make me feel wanted. And because of him, I grew the way I was now. “It’s been quite a whil







