로그인“I love you so fucking much,” he breathes against my lips, his forehead resting against mine. His voice is a husky whisper, carrying the weight of his emotions. “Thank you for everything — for our son, for this life, for a future that looks brighter every damn day because of you. You’ve given me a f
VerenaI sit quietly in the softly lit room; the air filled with the subtle scent of lavender and sage. Nastassja moves around with an air of focus, setting up the final components for the soul extraction and replacement ritual. My mind drifts to Niklaus and Arsenio, sleeping peacefully under his f
“In all lives that may come, and in all universes that may exist, you will always be my son, my light, and my hope. You have King blood in you and you are destined for greatness. By my will, and by your forefathers' blessings, so will it be.”After reciting the vow, I lean down and gently kiss Veren
“A son…” he whispers, then he murmurs something in Greek, I’m assuming—a prayer or a promise, perhaps both—before leaning over to kiss my forehead.“Thank you, Verena,” he chokes out, his voice breaking. “Thank you for giving me a son, a blessing.”His gratitude, so heartfelt, so raw, eases the last
VerenaThe pain is indescribable, a relentless, consuming force that grips my entire body. I’m clutching the sheets, my knuckles white, screaming as another contraction hits. Niklaus is beside me, his face etched with concern, his hands attempting to comfort me, but right now, I’m not having any of
I nod, understanding her struggle. “That’s completely valid, and I get it. Kris disappeared when you needed her. It’s not something you can just forget.”She sighs, looking down at her hands before meeting my eyes again. “I know. And I’m glad she’s doing good now, really. But you’re right, it feels
VerenaTouching down in New York feels like stepping into a storm. The weight of everything Niklaus and I have been through crashes into me, but there’s no time to process it all. As soon as we land, we head straight for the pack house. The ride is silent, tension hanging in the air like a thick fog
Niklaus The evening air is crisp, the setting sun casting long shadows across the ground as it dips below the horizon. It’s the evening of the Claiming Ceremony, a night that’s supposed to be filled with celebration and joy. Instead, I’m pacing outside the pack house, a tightness in my chest that
A few moments later, Laz appears at the door, his usual composed demeanor shadowed by a sense of foreboding. He senses something is amiss; he always does.“Klaus, what’s going on?” Laz asks as he closes the door behind him and takes a seat across from me.I lean forward, resting my elbows on the des
NiklausThe crunch of gravel underfoot marks the arrival of Liam’s black SUV as it pulls up to one of the secluded houses off the main pack lands. I wait outside, the evening air crisp and tinged with the scent of pine and imminent rain. /“Ten minutes, Laz,”/ I tell him over the mind link. /“If you







