ログイン“I told you I would.” Zara stepped closer, her eyes wild with determination. “I’m done playing games. I want this finished.”Morgana tilted her head. “Lucan is very interested in your offer. But he wants to be sure you’re committed.”Zara laughed bitterly. “Committed? I just escaped house arrest. I betrayed my own father and pack. I have nothing left to lose.”A dark mist suddenly appeared beside Morgana. The mist thickened and formed into a glowing image — Lucan’s face. He looked furious, but there was a hungry glint in his eyes.“Well,” Lucan drawled lazily. “Riven’s little admirer.”Zara’s jaw tightened immediately. “I’m not here for insults.”Lucan smirked slowly. “No? Then this should be entertaining.”He walked through the shrubs and grasses on the ground toward her casually “Tell me,” Lucan continued calmly, “did Riven finally grow tired of pretending not to notice your pathetic obsession? I may not know a lot about your pack, but I know enough to understand you were the most
Zara had never felt humiliation this deep before in her entire fucking life.Not when the court whispered behind her back. Not when Riven rejected her publicly. Not even when her own father stood there and allowed her punishment to happen without fighting for her.But hearing the entire Blood Court stay silent while Riven held Elara against him like she belonged there? Like she was already his queen?Zara paced back and forth in her large bedroom like a trapped wolf.House arrest.The words still tasted like poison in her mouth. She was locked inside her own father’s house, guarded day and night, treated like some criminal. All because of her. That pale-haired, weak, stolen bitch.She stopped in front of the mirror and stared at her reflection. Her eyes looked wild. Her hair was messy. She barely recognized herself anymore.“They took everything from me,” she whispered.Riven. Her status. Her future. Her dignity.The memory of Elara sitting on the throne... Riven’s throne...while he t
For the first time in a long time, Elara woke up without fear.The morning light filtered softly into the bedroom. Riven’s big arm was wrapped tightly around her waist, holding her against his warm chest. The mating mark on her neck tingled pleasantly. The bond between them felt complete now... So steady, strong, and peaceful.No nightmares. No Lucan’s voice... Her head was blessedly silent for the first time in a long time.Elara let out a small sigh of relief and turned in his arms. Riven was already awake, watching her with those dark, intense eyes.“Morning,” he murmured. He pulled her closer and kissed her slowly on her forehead, nose, then lips. Soft and possessive.Elara smiled against his mouth. “You’re being extra clingy today.”Riven didn’t even bother to reply with words. Instead, his voice suddenly appeared inside her head, warm and deep while his mouth was busy nibbling on her lips."Good morning, my Luna"Elara gasped and pulled back slightly, eyes wide. “Did you… just
Elara grimaced at the clear need in his voice and eyes."Alpha...you need to rela—"One moment, the throne room still echoed with the silent whispers of the people as they bowed, the next, Riven’s power surged like a storm breaking. His arm tightened around her waist, and the world folded.He winnowed them out, vanishing from the dais in a swirl of shadow and star-flecked night, leaving gasps and murmurs behind. Riven didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was getting her home...their home.Riven barely let the shadows settle before his hands were on her."You were saying?" He asked coyly, bringing himself impossibly closer to her."Riven!!!"“Elara...”The way he said her name made heat rush straight through her body.His voice sounded rougher now. Hungrier.The door behind them slammed shut on its own.Elara’s back hit the wood before she could even breathe properly, and then Riven towered over her, one hand beside her head while the other gripped her waist hard enough to make he
“Enjoying yourself, whore?”Elara froze on the throne as Lucan’s voice slithered into her head. Cold spread through her chest instantly.Lucan.The voice was quieter, weaker somehow, but still there, almost like a whisper. Still trying to claw his way into her mind like a parasite that refused to die.Fuck... Not here... please not here.Elara’s fingers tightened around Riven’s hand.Across the throne room, Zara was still yelling, aboutthe bond fake or weak, but Elara could barely hear her anymore over the sudden pounding in her ears.“You really think he wants you?” Lucan’s voice mocked softly. “Look at you sitting there pretending to be a queen while he passes you around like a prize.”Elara’s breathing changed, and almost immediately Riven noticed.His thumb stopped stroking her hand for exactly one second before starting again slower, like he was being extra deliberate to remind me that he was right there. His silver eyes flicked down toward her face briefly.“Elara?” he murmured
Elara stared at Riven, her mouth slightly open.“We’re really going back under the mountain?”She asked, her words hanging in the air between them. “Right now?” she added again when he didn't respond. Riven nodded, “Yes. You said it yourself , we can’t let her spread those lies. The longer we wait, the more damage she causes.”Elara swallowed hard. Now that he had agreed, she still remembered how cold the Blood Court felt last time. The stares, the whispers... and the wsy she had felt afterwards... Going back so soon made her stomach twist, but she knew she was right. Running away or ignoring it wouldn’t fix anything. It never fixed anything for her anyway. They left soon after. Riven winnowed them to the very entrance of the blood court and then stood smugly as the entrance guards shook, looking startled and scared. After quickly adjusting themselves, they came to stand behind Riven and Elara as they walked together. It was almost laughable that these wolves were even bothering







