LOGINDahliaI was adjusting my earring in front of the mirror when I caught Zevran's reflection behind me.He was already dressed in a perfectly fitted black suit, his broad shoulders filling out the jacket effortlessly. His hair was styled back, though a few strands had fallen forward. I noticed the way his eyes moved over me.I narrowed my eyes. “Don't even think about it.”His mouth curved into a slow smile. “I haven't said anything.”“You don't have to.”He stepped behind me and wrapped his hands around my waist. “Dahlia.”“No.”“I haven't even asked.”“You were about to.”He chuckled, his chin nearly touching my shoulder.I turned in his arms and placed my hands against his chest. “We have somewhere to be.”“We have time.”“We have thirty minutes.”“That is not enough time for whatever is going through your head right now.”His smile widened. “You seem very confident about what I'm thinking.”He leaned closer, but I stopped him with a hand against his chest.He sighed. “Fine.”“Good.”
DahliaBy the time Zevran and I got back home from Prague, I was exhausted enough that all I wanted to do was shower, change into something comfortable, and spend the rest of the day doing absolutely nothing.The trip had been wonderful, but there was no place like home. I was already thinking about the comfort of my bed as we walked into the palace.Zevran seemed to notice my tiredness immediately.“You look exhausted,” he said, glancing down at me.“I am exhausted,” I admitted, letting out a tired sigh. “I think my body has officially decided it doesn't like travelling that much.”He chuckled. “You were the one complaining that you didn't want to leave Prague.”“That was before the flight home.”He laughed again as we continued down the hallway, and despite how tired I was, I found myself smiling. There was something comforting about returning home with him. It was strange how quickly the palace had stopped feeling like a place that belonged only to the Lycan King and had started fe
DahliaOn the third day, we decided to have a picnic. Zevran rented a rooftop space that was half garden and half open patio, with climbing jasmine along the trellises and string lights that the property manager left draped across the iron railings. The city sprawled below us, amber and distant, traffic noise rising up like white noise.I leaned against the railings, watching with a small smile on my face as Zevran took large gulps of his juice.“You're staring,” he said without looking at me.“Is that an issue?” I asked, scooting closer to lean into him.His hand came up and wrapped around my waist, not pulling me away, just holding me in place.“I’m tempted to fuck that little smile off your face, Dahlia,” he smirked. But his hand had slipped to my wrist and was not stroking a slow line down the inside of my wrist.“Someone could come up here…” I breathed, even though I was looking forward to it.“The door's locked. I paid extra for the privacy.” His voice had dropped, rougher now,
DahliaThe moment Zevran told me we were going on vacation, I thought he was joking. A few minutes later, I was sitting beside him on his luxurious aircraft, watching the palace disappear beneath us.I turned to him. “How did you plan all of this without me knowing?”He smiled. “That was the point of making it a surprise. Besides, I am allowed to steal you for a few days, aren't I?”“I guess so,” I chuckled. “Are you going to tell me where we're going?”He took my hand. “Prague.”“Prague? As in Prague in the Czech Republic?”He raised an eyebrow. “How many Pragues do you know, Dahlia?”I laughed. “Knowing you, you probably have another secret Prague somewhere.”The flight was comfortable, and before long, I stopped thinking about everything waiting for me at the palace and simply enjoyed being there with him.When we landed, a black luxury car was already waiting. The chauffeur took our luggage while Zevran opened the door for me.I slid into the back seat and ran my hand over the lea
DahliaI had expected Aaron to throw another tantrum after I officially got back together with Zevran. After everything that had happened between us, I would have been surprised if he had just accepted it and moved on. Yet days passed without a message, confrontation, or any attempt to remind me that I had once been his wife. Eventually, I stopped waiting for something to happen.I had too much else occupying my mind anyway. Stepping into my role as Luna was far more demanding than I had expected, with meetings, reports, ceremonies, and responsibilities I had never even considered.Thankfully, Celeste refused to let me drown in any of it. She patiently answered my questions, corrected me when I made mistakes, and made sure I understood that being Luna was about far more than standing beside Zevran at official events and smiling for the cameras.One afternoon, Celeste and I sat in my office with an interior designer, reviewing paint samples, furniture designs, flooring options, and ske
LilithAaron had completely his mind.I had never seen him like this before. He had always been intense when he was angry, but there had still been some part of him that could listen, think, and understand what was happening around him. Now, that part seemed to be gone.He kept pacing around the room, his hair dishevelled and his clothes wrinkled from how many times he had pulled at them. His breathing was heavy, and every few seconds, his eyes would dart towards the door as if he could somehow see through it.“I need to go to Dahlia,” he shouted again.I stood near the door, watching him carefully. “Aaron, you need to calm down.”“I can't calm down!” He slammed his fist against the wall. “She's with him. I know she's with him.”“You don't know that.”“I can feel it!”His voice cracked with frustration, and he dragged both hands through his hair. I could see the strain in his face, the way his jaw clenched and unclenched as he fought whatever was happening inside him.“She went back t







