로그인The poison running through my veins took a brutal, unforgiving toll on me. The second the adrenaline burned off from the fighting, so did every last drop of my strength. My body just... shut down completely. I crashed into a dead, dreamless sleep in the back of the car, forehead firmly tucked under Caspian's chin, his arms locked around me like he was afraid I'd float away into thin air. I was vaguely, hazily aware when we finally reached wherever we were going in the pre-dawn dark. But no matter how hard my brain screamed at my eyelids to cooperate, they refused to budge. I vaguely remember being carried. I remember being tenderly undressed, washed clean in warm water, and tucked into soft sheets. Everything else was a total blur. When I finally crack my eyes open, I feel like a brand-new person, no more dried blood, no more gross sticky grime, no more toxic heat simmering under my skin. My mate cleaned me up himself. Of course he did. My personal, gorgeous alpha butler. Flying cow
ROAR. A deafening, primal growl rips through the clearing. A set of razor claws clamps around Viktor's jaw from behind, snapping his head backward until his spine groans under the angle. In one fluid, brutal sweep, another set of claws slices his throat wide open. Skin tears like wet paper, and a sickening gurgling sound escapes his lips as blood sprays across the grass. Caspian. He looks like a terrifying, vengeful god. Blood coats his bare chest, dark veins bulging and pulsing across his muscles. His eyes are pitch black, wild and lethal. His lips pull back in an animalistic snarl, exposing gleaming fangs. Viktor twitches on the ground, clutching at his open windpipe, trying desperately to heal. But Caspian doesn't give him the chance. He tears into him with merciless precision, shredding him until he stops moving. I avert my eyes from the gore. My arms are still screaming in agony, but my eyes search for Vivian. She’s dragging herself through the mud on her stomach with her re
The second Kael stops the vehicle, we scramble out like it’s ablaze.Every single one of them moves with lethal, silent grace. Any sound they make blends seamlessly into the whisper of the wind and the rustle of the canopy. I do my best to match them, scaling the nearest trunk and moving swiftly from branch to branch. I have no idea why I feel so ridiculously comfortable up here. I must have some sort of ninja monkey DNA in my bloodline.From this vantage point, I have a clear sight line of the compound. I can spot the two-storey building where Vivian and five other Lycans are supposedly hunkered down. We’re coming up on it from the rear. The upper level is completely dark, while dim light trickles out of a few ground-floor windows. The silence hanging over the clearing feels far too thick, far too deliberate. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that they're waiting for us.Caspian is moving right beneath me. I make sure not to stray too far from his side, and his eyes never leave my ou
We are met with five lycans dressed in black fighting gears in a private lounge as soon as we arrive at Berlin-Schönefeld Airport. They all look tough and formidable. Caspian introduces me to the leader of the group, Kael, who seems to be a close friend of theirs. He's as tall as the three but even bulkier than Silas. His blond hair is almost white and is swept neatly back. He seems very intimidating. His pale blue eyes are almost as pale as Caspian's. I sense warmth, strength, honor, and loyalty in him. "So, finally I get to meet Prince Caspian's mate. I'm sorry about what happened, but I'm glad that you're doing very well." He smiles, offering me his hand. His English is thick with the German accent. He will be traveling with us to track down Vivian who is now meeting with the rebel group leader. They are believed to be in a werewolf pack territory suspected of supporting the rebels. "It's nice to meet you too," I reply, taking his hand. I climb in a big black Hummer-like vehicle
We all pack very lightly. I unzip my duffel bag, throw in a few changes of underwear, a few pairs of jeans, tops, toiletries, and I'm done. He has already done packing as well. He zips up my bag, hoists it over one shoulder while carrying his own leather duffel bag in his other hand and we make our way down the stairs. Julian is sitting alone at the breakfast table, munching on his bowl of colorful Froot Loops. His hair is nicely styled but still damp from the shower. I eye the Domenico Vacca duffel bag at his feet. This prince really likes his luxury. "Did you just get in?" I ask him. "Yeah, about less than an hour ago," he answers. "I'll catch some shut-eye on the plane." It sounds like everyone has the same idea. I'm still feeling very tired. Caspian pulls me to him, and I curl up in his lap and yawn. It's too early for me to have breakfast. Silas and Selene walk in not long after. Silas is carrying a duffel bag and a small suitcase. I assume the bright yellow suitcase must b
Apparently, Vivian and her friends caught a red-eye flight to Germany last night. I think she starts to feel comfortable and too cocky that she managed to escape so far. Silas has their men waiting at Frankfurt International Airport, Germany. He also has some men stationed in Dresden, where her family and most of her accomplices live. It's only 5 am. and I only had a few hours of sleep, but we don't want to lose ground on our lead or let the trail goes cold. Caspian knows that I'm still tired and a bit sore, but he said I could sleep on the plane. The intense pain I felt yesterday is now just a little twinge and only hurt when I move too much. I'll be back to normal by tonight. Caspian keeps my passport with his. I don't know how he managed to obtain a visa for me to travel to Germany so quickly. I guess that's one of the perks of being a Lycan Prince. It suddenly dawns on me how powerful he really is. It just occurred to me that if I changed my mind about being his, there's no plac
I regretted agreeing to Aurelia’s stupid plan almost immediately. The moment she walked into my room carrying three shopping bags, makeup, and the confidence of someone about to ruin lives, I already knew peace was no longer an option for me. “You still dress like you’re preparing for emotional win
The next morning, Aurelia arrived at my house with the energy of someone preparing for war. Not emotional support. Not comfort. War. She marched into the kitchen holding two coffees and a notebook an actual notebook. I stared at her from across the table, asking if I should be scared. "Yes," she an
I didn’t know why I felt lighter that morning. Maybe it was because I was almost eighteen, or maybe it was because school would finally end soon. Or, more likely, I was just tired of feeling uncertain all the time. Aurelia was already waiting near the lockers when I got to school, though Vesper an
Morning came slowly. I was still drifting somewhere between sleep and being awake when my mother’s voice cut through the room. “Livana. Wake up.” I pulled the blanket higher over my face, prompting her to snap, “Livana. Don’t start today.” A second later, the blanket disappeared completely, and col







