KAIDENAs soon as I finished with Cross, I stormed out of the study and made my way straight to Calantha’s cell, walking fast. I had barely been about to leave when one of the guards assigned to her had rushed in, telling me she’d been shivering all night and had thrown up multiple times.I had lost it and punched him square in the face, yelling furiously. “And why the fuck are you only telling me this now?!”He had staggered back, holding his bloody nose, but I didn’t stop to hear excuses. My heart was pounding in my chest as I rushed to the cell.When I got there, I saw her curled up on the bed, lying in a fetal position. The guards standing outside bowed their heads the moment they saw me.“Open it.” I growled an order, my eyes locked on Calantha. Her eyes, weak and groggy, slowly fluttered open at the sound of my voice.The guards obeyed immediately, unlocking the door without hesitation.I rushed inside the moment it creaked open. She was already trying to sit up but was struggli
QUEEN ADELINEIn the private wing of the packhouse, where a new room had been specially arranged for Raya, Queen Adeline sat quietly by her daughter’s side. Her fingers gently stroked Raya’s hair as the girl slowly sipped from a bowl of herbal soup that had been carefully prepared by a private cook at Adeline’s request.Everything in this part of the wing was discreet. Only a single cook and one trusted maid worked here. This secrecy was intentional. Until Adeline and Kaiden decided how and when to announce Raya’s return, no one outside this space could know she was here.Adeline’s hand moved rhythmically through Raya’s hair, her eyes misty as she watched her daughter eat. A soft smile; equal parts sorrow and joy, tugged at her lips. So much time had passed. So much pain had been endured. She wanted to ask Raya everything—How she’d survived, what had happened to her, where she had been. But not now. First, she needed her daughter to recover. And judging by how thin and frail Raya loo
KAIDENBradley stood before my desk, giving his report as I sat down and scanned through the photographs in my hands—images of the crime scene where Tara was found.“We’ve been keeping a close eye on the High Priestess and Alpha Slade, just like you instructed,” Bradley began. “But so far, we haven’t found any skeletons in their closet.”I leaned in closer to the pictures, studying them for anything that I might have missed. But nothing stood out. All that was there was the same bloody scene and the knife that she’d been stabbed with. Nothing out of the ordinary. “It’s almost like they knew we’d be watching,” Bradley continued, his voice edged with frustration. “As if they swept every track clean before we could even look.”I clenched my jaw, the muscle twitching as he spoke.“And Tara’s cremation…” he added, his voice softening into a sad tone, “It’s happening tonight. We’ve arranged a proper send-off, just as you ordered.”His words sank deep into my chest like a blade. I closed my
CROSSI stormed straight into the meeting room the moment I arrived at the coven house. Once I reached the doors, I pushed them carelessly open, and all heads turned in my direction. Sitting at the long table were my coven members, my father, and Ryker.I let out a bitter scoff the second our eyes met. The anger burning inside me grew ten times hotter.That asshole Ryker was sitting comfortably in my chair. The bloody nerve.I had received word from a trusted source that a meeting was being held behind my back. So, the moment I dropped Nyx off at the packhouse, I drove here in a hurry. And clearly, the informant hadn’t lied.“What the hell is going on here?” I growled as I walked in, step by slow step, my eyes scanning each of their faces. None of them moved an inch. Not even Max. For once, the cowards looked like they had found their courage. Or at least, they thought they had.My gaze locked with Max’s. His eyes didn’t blink or shift. He just stared right back at me.“How dare yo
CALANTHA“Hey,” Lysandra said softly, giving a small wave as I looked at her. She stepped forward, stopping just in front of Eloise and Nyx. A faint, sympathetic smile tugged at her lips. “Are you okay?”I didn’t answer right away. I just stared at her in silence.My eyes scanned her face—the lines, the curves, the features I knew I’d seen before but had never paid attention to. I kept wondering how it could even be possible. How could this girl be my twin sister?But deep down, even if I didn’t want to accept it, I knew it was true. Hera hadn’t lied.Lysandra was my twin. We were both daughters of the moon goddess.“Can we talk?” I asked, my voice quiet. “Just the two of us?”Eloise and Nyx exchanged quick glances, both of them clearly unsure. They didn’t hide their suspicion as they looked at Lysandra, who looked just as unsure herself.“Don’t worry, guys,” I said, giving them a small smile, though it didn’t quite reach my eyes. “I just need to ask her something.”After a moment of
NYXAs soon as Cross dropped me off at the packhouse gates, I stepped out of the car so quickly, you’d think the ground was on fire beneath me.“I’ll be just a call away,” he said, stepping out from the driver’s side. “Once you’re done here, let me know and I’ll come pick you up.”I nodded, already half-distracted by the storm of emotions swirling inside me. But I froze when he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead. Despite the anxiety twisting in my stomach, that simple gesture still made butterflies flutter in my chest, and I felt my cheeks go warm.“Take care of yourself, little one.” He said softly before walking back to his car and driving off.I stood there for a moment, watching his car disappear down the road. It had been three days since I left Aunt Diane’s place and stayed at Cross’s apartment. And honestly, it was starting to feel like something more—whatever ‘this’ was between us. Maybe it was time to ask the real question: What are we?But that could wait