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OCTAVIA. (3 Years Later)Three years. I still couldn't get my head around it sometimes, not the number itself, but all that the number had somehow contained."Mama, look! Look, look, look!"August dashed across the yard as fast as he could, black hair flying into his eyes, his arms swinging like the finish line of some race he could see. He skidded to a halt in front of me, nearly falling on his own feet, and raised in triumph a beetle as large as my thumb."He's so big," he announced with a flourish. "I keep him? Can I name him?" He didn't wait for an answer before deciding to name him Gary."Gary's a great name," I said enthusiastically.I leaned forward to admire his find properly, because in our house, a two-and-a-half-year-old's beetle discovery received the same level of seriousness as anything else."Does Gary have a home to go back to, though?"August stared at the beetle for a long moment, his face scrunching up as he considered this."Gary go home?" he asked, not entirely ce
OCTAVIA. Two months had passed since the war. Some days felt like a lifetime ago; others, I could close my eyes and be right back in the blood and ash.Blazing Fire lost forty-six members. Some were warriors cut down on the battlefield, while others survived the fighting only to wither away when their mate-bonds shattered. Those losses gutted Storm the most.The bonds broke the moment their partners died, leaving her no time to get to them. Otherwise, her Phoenix fire might’ve helped. Heartbreak killed some immediately. Others held on. Their bodies slowly shut down from the pain of losing the other half of their souls, something that destroyed a person.One woman fought for an entire week, enduring seven days of pure agony while the healers did everything they could just to keep her comfortable. Storm tried desperately to fix the damage, but nothing worked.In the end, we were completely helpless, left with nothing to do but hold her hand as she faded away. That was the loss that stay
OCTAVIA. Khufu was the first to voice the question they had both been sitting on.“Why us?” he asked, tilting his head. His usual sharp smile faded into something serious. “Out of everyone down here, why choose us?”There was more beneath the question than simple curiosity. His voice carried a slight roughness, and beside him, Breandán went completely still.Osric didn’t hesitate. He told them exactly what he had told the rest of us back in Roman’s office. He believed in second chances—not the kind handed out blindly, but the kind that gave someone the opportunity to become more than the worst thing they had ever done. Mistakes still carried consequences, and harm still demanded restitution. But punishment without purpose only created more pain, more anger, and more monsters.If someone was willing to own what they had done, make amends, and choose differently when given the opportunity, then they deserved the chance to prove they could be better. Restitution mattered more than retrib
ROMAN.Now, there is one less thing on our plates.But I couldn't tell you how good that felt until it happened... until there was a ruler in the Underworld who wasn't actively trying to destroy our species... until the burden I didn't know I carried finally lifted off my shoulders.And my mate didn't have to carry the burden of running it.Ever since Octavia and I had found each other, it had been one threat after another, an unbroken chain of wars and near-misses and enemies lining up to take a shot at tearing everything we'd built apart. Richard Vladimir. Lezdeus. All the little devils that had come out of the wood between.‘Nice pun,’ Creed said approvingly.‘Thanks. Thought so too.’Sadly, because of those issues, there had not been a lot of time that had been just for us. Not really in a way that counted.I wasn't normally a selfish man. I liked to think I put my pack, my people, before myself more often than not. But when it came to carving out time with my mate, I'd decided tha
OCTAVIA. I continued to go back and forth between the start and the end, studying each move that had been made since Lezdeus was placed on the board.Vladimir was bad enough without any help. An army of vampires with centuries of violence and cruelty carved into their bones, all of them hungry for a war they were arrogant enough to believe they couldn’t lose.Then Lezdeus had arrived. And he hadn’t come alone. He arrived with a massive contingent of demons.Vampires and demons. Two armies stronger than any other, with more soldiers, more power, and more experience. Twice, it had made me question whether we would have come out of this as winners or another chapter in someone else's conquest narrative.But we had. That's what I found myself going back to. For all their manpower, all their centuries of experience, all the bloodthirsty bastards they’d thrown at us, they still hadn’t won. Vladimir was dead. His army had fallen with him. And Lezdeus? He’d come expecting to enslave a Phoeni
ROMAN. ‘Bossy.’Warmth curled around me through the bond, carrying all the affection she didn’t need to put into words.‘You love it,’ she replied matter-of-factly.I did.Goddess help me, I fucking loved it.My muscles groaned in protest as I dragged myself out of bed. After the quickest shower that I’d probably taken since puberty, I yanked on the first pair of clean clothes within reach and went in search of my mate.Octavia looked up at me the second I stepped inside and smiled that brilliant smile of hers. The bright, unguarded one that belonged solely to me. It got me every damn time, knowing I was the lucky bastard who got to make her smile like that."There you are,” she said.Violet perched on the edge of the desk, clutching a mug of coffee as if it were the only thing keeping her conscious. Diera sat in the armchair by the window, looking far more put-together than anyone had a right to after the shitshow that was last night. The dark circles beneath her eyes, however, weren
STORM.My eyelids fluttered a few times before they opened up fully. I was met by the soft light from the sun, a light that certainly didn’t belong to our bedroom. The sight made my breath catch. I was laying down in a garden but not just any garden. I didn’t need anyone to tell me where I was. My s
SAOIRSE.The bass hit me first, thrumming through the floorboards and up into my bones like a second heartbeat. Ireland had no shortage of clubs, but this one was different—darker, more dangerous. It was the kind of place where the wrong glance could start a war, and the right smile could get you ev
ROMAN.I had waited for this day for as long as I understood that one day I would have my very own Luna, just like Dad had Mom. As a boy, I used to watch them and wonder when I’d have that kind of bond. Something deeper than friendship, stronger than blood. Patience wasn’t always easy. The years dra
OCTAVIA.The low hum of voices wrapped around me as I sat at the long dining table.The King family dinner was something that had occurred multiple times since Roman brought me to the pack. I had to admit that it felt awkward at first, sitting among them with their easy familiarity that living toget







