เข้าสู่ระบบI counted her breaths like prayers; each rise and fall of her chest a small mercy granted by whatever gods might be listening. An hour had passed since Elara had left to test the wine, and still Amelia lay unmoving, her copper hair spread across the white pillow like spilled blood.
I held her hand between mine, her skin cooler than it should have been, her fingers limp and unresponsive. The IV dripped steadily beside the bed, clear fluid flowing into her veins that would hopefully flush wLukas’s hand found my waist as the door closed behind Dr. Thornwood, his palm warm through the fabric of my sweater. He guided me with careful pressure, and I let him, my body moving to his without conscious decision. His lap was solid beneath me, his chest a wall of heat at my back, and for a moment I let myself sink into the contact, my head finding the hollow of his collarbone with the particular certainty of something coming home.Dominic and Nico sat opposite, the two of them arranged in chairs that had been pulled close to the desk. Dominic’s scarred face was set in lines of controlled patience, his steel-grey eye fixed on the map with the particular focus of a man who’d been hunting the same prey for too long. Nico looked worse – dark circles shadowing his eyes, a fresh cut across his jaw that hadn’t been there yesterday. They’d been searching while I’d been lying in a medical bed, and the guilt of that sat in my chest like something physical.I took a breath. Held it. Let it g
Lukas’s hand found my waist as the door closed behind Dr. Thornwood, his palm warm through the fabric of my sweater. He guided me with careful pressure, and I let him, my body moving to his without conscious decision. His lap was solid beneath me, his chest a wall of heat at my back, and for a moment I let myself sink into the contact, my head finding the hollow of his collarbone with the particular certainty of something coming home.Dominic and Nico sat opposite, the two of them arranged in chairs that had been pulled close to the desk. Dominic’s scarred face was set in lines of controlled patience, his steel-grey eye fixed on the map with the particular focus of a man who’d been hunting the same prey for too long. Nico looked worse – dark circles shadowing his eyes, a fresh cut across his jaw that hadn’t been there yesterday. They’d been searching while I’d been lying in a medical bed, and the guilt of that sat in my chest like something physical.I took a breath. Held it. Let it g
I woke to cold sheets and the particular silence of an empty room. My hand found the space beside me before my eyes opened, palm pressing into the mattress where Amelia should have been, and for one terrible moment the fear was back, cold and certain. Then I remembered: she was awake. She was healing. She was mine.She stood by the wardrobe, already dressed in trousers and a loose sweater that swallowed her frame, running a brush through her copper hair with hands that still trembled slightly. The morning light caught the angles of her face, hollows where there should have been curves, and something in my chest twisted at the sight.“You’re supposed to be in bed,” I said, pushing myself upright. My voice came out rougher than I’d intended.Amelia didn’t look at me. “We won’t find Sera if I’m stuck in bed, Lukas.”I swung my legs over the edge of the mattress, feeling every hour of missed sleep in the stiffness of my shoulders. “Elara said—”“I know what Elara said.” She set the brush
I kept my arm around Amelia’s waist as we walked back to our bedroom, feeling the particular lightness of her body against mine with a protectiveness that bordered on possessiveness. Five days in a medical bed had left her thinner than she should have been, the curves I’d memorised with my hands reduced to angles that made something in my chest ache. She leaned into me more than she normally would, her steps careful but steady, and I matched my pace to hers without comment.The corridors of the palace were quieter than they should have been at this hour, most of the staff still confined to quarters after the Voice’s attack. The few guards we passed snapped to attention, their expressions carefully neutral though I caught the relief in their eyes at the sight of their queen walking under her own power. News traveled fast. By now, everyone would know Amelia was awake, was recovering, was—against all odds—still herself.
I woke to the sound of Lukas’s voice, low and controlled in the way that meant he was keeping a leash on his temper. My eyes stayed closed out of habit more than necessity—years of servant life had taught me the value of listening before being seen—and the medical wing resolved around me through sound alone: the steady beeping of monitors, the soft rustle of fabric, Dominic’s gravel voice answering Lukas with the particular precision of a man delivering bad news.“The rogue isn’t talking to me or Nico,” Dominic was saying, each word clipped with frustration. “Whatever Sera did to him, it left enough of him intact to recognise an enforcer when he sees one. He clams up the moment either of us enters the room.”Lukas made a sound that wasn’t quite a growl. “We need answers, Dominic. The blood moon…”“I’m aware of the timeline, my King.”I opened my eyes and stretched my neck, feeling the pop of vertebrae tha
The water hit my back like a physical blow, too hot by any reasonable standard but exactly what my exhausted body needed. I braced my forearms against the shower wall and let my head hang between my shoulders, water sluicing down my spine in sheets that turned the bathroom into a steam-filled cavern. Four days without proper sleep had left me running on something beyond exhaustion, a hollow, buzzing alertness that made every sensation too sharp and every thought too slow.I’d been standing there for—minutes? longer?—when Lily’s presence brushed against my mind. Not words. Just images, pushed through our tenuous connection with the particular lack of finesse that was pure Lily: Amelia, awake, propped against her pillows with one wrist still cuffed to the bed rail but the other free, a glass of water balanced carefully in her freed hand. She was rolling her eyes at something I couldn’t see, her copper hair falling around a face that had colou
I watched Lukas dress with deliberate efficiency, pulling on black trousers and buttoning a dark grey shirt that emphasized the breadth of his shoulders. His movements were precise, economical, nothing wasted—like everything else about the Alpha King. Mere days ago, I'd been a servant. Now
I dropped to the bed beside her, my chest heaving with exertion. Even after decades as Alpha King, the intensity of mating with my true match left me breathless. Amelia lay beside me, her copper hair spread across my pillows like flame, her skin flushed with satisfaction. Mine. The word echoed th
I strode through the palace corridors, my footsteps echoing against marble as servants and guards flattened themselves against walls in my wake. The rage that had simmered since Amelia mentioned her public whipping threatened to boil over with each step. This Gamma Julian—this dog who had d
I woke to the sensation of hands sliding down my stomach, warm palms skimming over my hips with deliberate slowness. My mind floated in that hazy place between dreams and wakefulness, body responding before consciousness fully returned. Those hands parted my thighs with gentle insistence, and som







