INICIAR SESIÓNCiara pov.He stared at me for a moment before a small tired smile touched his mouth. It was faint, but it was there, and it eased some of the fear around my heart. Then he leaned back against the tub, one arm stretched along the stone edge, his eyes moving somewhere beyond me as if he was opening a door in his mind that had stayed locked for too long.“As you know,” he began quietly, “werewolves and humans have never truly stood on equal ground.”I nodded slowly.“The barrier between the realms exists for many reasons. Territory. Blood law. Old wars. Human fear. Supernatural arrogance. Too much history soaked in violence for either side to trust the other completely.” His gaze returned to me briefly. “Humans think wolves are beasts wearing skin. Wolves think humans are fragile creatures who build weapons to make up for short lives and weak bodies and kidnap them for experiments. Neither side is fully wrong, and that is part of the problem.”I listened closely, letting the water move
(Dear readers, sorry if the story is sounding boring but just endure a few more chapters with me, some revelations are extremely important for story development, if you have questions or problems, please reach out to me in the comment section, I'll try my best to reply to you as soon as possible, thanks and Hearts.)Ciara’s POVI held Dax’s face for a long moment, my wet thumbs brushing gently beneath his eyes even though another tear had already slipped past the place I had wiped. It felt strange, almost unreal, to be the one holding him together when all this time he had been the one who stood between me and everything that wanted to swallow me whole. Dax Blackthorne was the kind of man who carried kingdoms on his back, the kind of man people feared disappointing, the kind of Alpha who could make an entire room kneel with silence alone, yet here he was beside my bath, tired, wounded and grieving over choices he could not undo. My chest ached for him, but I also knew that if he s
Ciara’s POVI finally kissed Inara good night after making sure for the third time that she had eaten, taken the medicine the healers left for her and stopped pretending the poisoned dagger wound was nothing more than a scratch. She was lying against the pillows with her bandaged arm resting on a folded blanket, still pale but alive, and sharp-mouthed enough to threaten to stab the next healer who came in with “sad widow eyes,” and honestly, that alone eased something in my chest because Inara being rude meant Inara was healing. Ella had fussed over her until Inara almost threw a pillow at her, the healers had confirmed the poison had been fully drawn out, and though the day had been dangerous enough to make my bones ache from fear, at least it had not ended with another body to mourn. The spies had been caught, or at least some of them had been, and Dax had gone to interrogate them after making sure the entire infirmary was guarded heavily enough that even a ghost would have to re
Dax’s pov.My jaw tightened hearing him talk about what happened eight years ago"The spies are yet to be interrogated so we can't be sure it's Jasper"Asher smiled, and it was an ugly smile. “There it is. That look. You know this shape, don’t you? Someone smiles weakly, looks harmless, wears pity like a cloak and somehow all the dangerous things around him become accidents. A girl bleeds, a file corrupts, a trap wakes up, a dead access profile suddenly breathes again and still you stand there asking for confessions like Jasper is going to sit politely in your court and say, yes, Father, I built a knife behind your throne.”“Asher.”“No. Listen to me.” His voice deepened, and for once, he sounded less like chaos and more like the old blood he carried. “Jasper does not want only wealth. He never did. Wealth was the toy you gave him so he could pretend he had a kingdom. What he wants is legitimacy over monsters who never bowed to him, a bridge into blood he was never born from, power
Dax’s POVCiara kept telling me she was fine, but every time she said it, my anger only grew worse.She sat on the infirmary bed with one of the healers checking her pulse for the third time while another quietly examined the pup’s condition with a soft glow of moon-thread light hovering over her stomach. Her face was pale, eyes still too wide, and fingers gripping the edge of the blanket like she was trying to convince herself the danger had already passed, and yet she kept looking at me like I was the one who needed calming. That alone nearly drove me insane. My woman had just had poisoned daggers shot at her in my own fucking fortress, while carrying my child, under the protection of my name, my walls, my blood and my authority, and she was sitting there trying to make me feel better as if her safety was some small matter we could smooth over with soft words.“I’m okay, Dax,” she said again, her voice gentle but tired. “The healers already checked. The baby is fine too.”I stared
Ciara’s POVSeveral sharp daggers shot out from the darkness beyond the door with a vicious whistle, their silver edges flashing under the corridor light as they tore straight toward us. For one horrifying second, I could not move. My mind saw them, counted them, understood that they were coming for us, but my body stayed trapped between panic and disbelief because this was Shadowfen, Dax’s fortress, the place that was supposed to be safer than any human estate, and yet death had just flown out from a hidden room like it had been waiting patiently behind the door for us to be foolish enough to open it. Then Asher moved. Not stepped, dodged, or reacted like a normal person, but moved in a blur of black and crimson so fast the air cracked around him, while Inara threw herself at me at the exact same time, arms locking around my body as she dragged me back and covered my stomach with her own body like the insane woman had decided she could shield me and my pup from flying blades throug







