Se connecterEryndra paced her room, index finger between her teeth. Her gaze settled on the letter on the bed.‘Tonight’One word. And she already knew where it came from and what it meant.Why did it have to be tonight of all times? She recalled the way he had stared at her from afar, eyes punishing her.Eryndra knew she had already agreed to his punishment, but just like every damn time, she wanted to escape him.Before she knew it, she was already rummaging through her drawer.~~Theron, however, carefully dismissed the necessary retinue before heading to her chamber.His feet were already at the door, sensing no one was inside.Barking out a soft scoff, his tongue rolled in his mouth. He knew this would happen.He stepped inside to confirm and investigate. Her bedchamber was neat, things set as if never touched.He took his time, scanning every inch until his gaze settled on the drawer, an inch ajar.Drawing close, he caught the familiar scent and smirked.“Well, well, Venom. Challenge accept
Kallias drank in her scent and poured his own over her, marking her as his well enough for it to linger throughout the entire day.Of course, he felt the stiffness in her body. The flicker of fear in her eyes when he suggested it.It was strange. Something about this female was strange.So far, she had not triggered him. Perfect smile. Perfect posture. Perfect words used at the right time.She was the kind of female he desired. The kind who let him speak first and replied only when asked.She was too good, despite being a substitute. And honestly, with her low rank, he had underestimated her.Kallias knowingly lingered longer, daring her wolf to reject him like the last time.When it did not, he finally pulled away, locking eyes with her almost-teary ones. She did not look at him, and in that moment, Kallias craved to know what she was thinking.A little longer.He had all the time in the world to hone her.After all, she belonged to him.He lifted her chin with one finger.His finger
Theron's mate?At first, Eryndra was terrified when the prince mentioned it, thinking she had been caught.A twisted feeling that made the room so small for her to breathe.However, when the female stepped out, the room froze.Eryndra blinked. Once. Twice. Struggling to look away.The female the limner had summoned was nothing like she had imagined.Slowly, she dragged her gaze to Theron, bewildered by his so-called imagination of her.Long jaw, very round brown eyes, a tiny crooked nose, and lips hard to see. Her features were the kind Eryndra had never imagined could exist. What baffled her was the height.This female was so tall her head nearly touched the ceiling.She forced her voice through her large teeth and smiled.“Good morning, my lord. I never thought I would ever step into the Citadel or ever get to meet you, Grand Marshal. Though I have no idea we are mates and even spent a marvelous, exquisite night together.”Theron's upper lip dragged upward at her giggle. She brushed
THERON “I came to ask if you have fulfilled your promise.”Theron finally looked at her.She was clad in a blue dress that matched her eyes, a shawl hanging from each arm, her hair pinned up.She stood close to the threshold as if afraid to approach him.“A lord never goes back on his word,” she reminded him.A small smirk touched his lips.He rose to his feet, pulled a letter from his drawer, and threw it at her.She gave him a disdainful look before picking it up from the floor.“They have already returned. My men are watching them closely. One wrong move from them or from you, and they will be dragged back here to serve an even harsher punishment,” he muttered while she read.Relief flashed in her eyes, and her shoulders slumped.She clutched the letter to her chest as a tear slipped down her cheek. Slowly, she sank to the floor.“I am so glad,” she murmured repeatedly. “They are safe.”Nausea hit Theron. He almost regretted sending them back, but he had to.Suddenly, she stiffene
That night, Jerik visited Theron’s private quarters only to be told he had not returned yet. On his way, he heard a groan somewhere and paused. Normally he would have brushed it off as soldiers training, but something made him pushed him to check. He followed the sound, and his eyes finally caught the scene. Zarin was curled into a ball as three soldiers stomped their feet hard on him, his face twisted with pain. The ground was stained with blood and sweat. “I told you never to speak back to me!” one of them barked. “You disgusting white-haired son of a bitch. How dare you call me a coward?” A crack sounded somewhere in Zarin’s body with the next hit, sending Jerik’s blood boiling. He grabbed the soldier from behind and slammed him against the nearest wall. Shivering, Zarin’s eyes met a furious Lycan with glowing eyes and bared fangs. “The hell do you think you are doing?” Jerik growled, his voice heavy with rage. “Is this how low you all have fallen?” The one who crashed agai
KAYARA “Why do you wish to see me?” Kayara asked in surprise, staring at Brielle, who gave her a nervous smile. Brielle set her cup down. Her expression turned serious. “You know Jerik better than anyone. I need to ask you something about him. About his… interests when it comes to satisfying his urges.” Kayara nodded slowly. She was very aware of Jerik’s preferences. Especially one. Hearing the worry in Brielle’s voice, her heart broke for her. But Kayara knew Jerik never forced this marriage. Brielle was the one who wanted it desperately because she loved him deeply. “Two months ago,” Brielle began. “On the full moon. I had just suppressed my heat when Jerik came home drunk, reeking of smoke, wine, and… sex.” Her voice shook on the last word. “I took him in as usual, wanting to wash him up, but he was acting strange. Hungry.” She fidgeted with her fingers. “He kissed me. He hardly kisses me, but he did. I could not resist, and I kissed him back. Somehow, we ended up together.”







