Se connecter⋅ ⋅ ⚘ALEXIA'S POINT OF VIEW⚘ ⋅ ⋅ Knox stood up from his chair, striding over to Ava and reaching down to pull her up by her arms, but she stubbornly refused to budge, kneeling firmly on the floor. "What in the hell is going on here?" Knox asked, his eyes darting between Ava and Mason in utter confusion. "Please... let her go, Mason," Ava pleaded, her voice cracking as tears spilled down her pale cheeks. Her fingers trembled against the floor, but she didn't seem to notice. She looked as though she would gladly crawl across the entire room if it meant getting to Heather. "She won't survive down in those silver dungeons. I have never asked you for a single thing in my life, Mason, but I am begging you on my knees — please, let Heather go. I promise I will talk to her, and I will take her far away from this palace..." Something tightened painfully in my chest as I watched Ava's shoulders tremble. She looked so small kneeling there, her tears disappearing into the fabric of her dres
⋅ ⋅ ⚘ALEXIA'S POINT OF VIEW⚘ ⋅ ⋅ "Get that sword away from my throat," Mason growled, his voice deep and vibrating with a deadly calm that sent shivers down my spine. "Because you know as well as I do that you won't be able to kill me. I'll rip your heart from your chest before you even manage to draw real blood." "Is that so?" Knox — or Veyr, as the realm knew him — smirked, the sharp blade remaining dangerously still. "Then maybe your precious little woman will have to die first." Something inside Mason snapped. His claws punched through, his fangs descended, and the color of his eyes burned. The temperature in the room seemed to drop. "Say that again..." Mason snarled, his tone dropping into a feral, demonic roar. Before blood could spill, the doors opened, and Zarek walked in with his hands raised cautiously in the air. "I'm sorry, Alpha King," Zarek said, bowing his head respectfully toward Mason. "I had no choice but to let him pass. Nobody knows he is the Rogue King."
⋅ ⋅ ⚘ALEXIA'S POINT OF VIEW⚘ ⋅ ⋅ I felt a soft, warm peck brush against my cheek, the gentle pressure lingering on my skin until my eyes slowly fluttered open. Looking down at me was the most handsome man in the realm, his dark eyes watching me with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat. “I didn’t mean to wake you, my moonling,” Mason murmured, his thumb gently stroking my cheek. “I just love watching you sleep.” A low chuckle escaped my throat as I stretched and yawned into the silk sheets. I moved closer to him, nestling myself against his warm chest and resting my head beneath his chin. His arm tightened around my waist, as though the distance between us had been an inconvenience he was more than happy to correct. “You didn’t wake me, Mason...” I murmured, a sleepy smile tugging at my lips. “Though I would have loved to be the lucky one getting to watch you sleep instead, like last time.” “I intend to wake up beside you every single day for the rest of my life,” he said
⋅ ⋅ ⚘ALEXIA'S POINT OF VIEW⚘ ⋅ ⋅ One of the maids helped me settle into a chair at the dining table. I was determined to share dinner with Mason. Once I was situated, she bowed and walked away, leaving me alone in the warm, candlelit room. Moments later, the sound of familiar footsteps echoed down the corridor, accompanied by the distinctive scent that was entirely his. I felt him step up behind my chair. He tilted his head down, cupping my jaw with his hand before pressing a tender kiss against my lips. A smile played on his face as he pulled back, his eyes searching mine. “What are you doing all the way out here, my moonling?” he asked gently, gliding over to take his seat at the head of the table. “Waiting to have dinner with you, of course,” I said with a smile, leaning back against the chair. The tension I hadn't realized I'd been carrying seemed to loosen the moment I saw him. I hadn't known how much I needed his presence until he was standing in front of me. “We could ha
⋅ ⋅ ♛ MASON POINT OF VIEW ♛ ⋅ ⋅I had given Heather warning after warning. Each time, she had looked me in the eye and ignored it. But when I saw what she had done to Alexia, something inside me went still. The anger was still there, burning beneath my skin, but it no longer felt wild.She had challenged me before, but this was different. She had crossed a line I had warned her never to approach, and now she was going to learn exactly what happened when she refused to listen.I was not going to let her off easily after what she had done to Alexia.If her stubborn ears refused to listen to my warnings, then I guessed her body would have to do the listening for her. The dungeon guards bowed silently, their faces pale as they swung the iron door open. I strode into the cold, damp cell, my boots echoing off the stone walls. In the center of the room, Heather hung suspended from heavy silver chains. Her wrists were bound above her, the metal biting into her skin, while another length pre
⋅ ⋅ ⚘ALEXIA'S POINT OF VIEW⚘ ⋅ ⋅ "What do you want to tell me, Mason?" I asked, my pulse quickening. "Be careful with Ava..." he muttered, his jaw setting into a tight, grim line. "Be careful with Ava?" I echoed, my brows drawing together in utter confusion. "What do you mean? Mason, she raised you. And she's been nothing but kind to me." He exhaled a long, heavy breath, his chest rising and falling. "Do you trust me, Alexia?" "You know I do," I whispered without hesitation. “Then trust what I say...” he said, but something in his expression made my heart falter. "And let me tell you the full reason when the time is right." I opened my mouth, desperate to push him, to demand to know what dark secret was making him doubt the woman who had acted as his mother for decades. But seeing the heavy weight in his eyes, I forced myself to yield. A tiny seed of doubt took root in my mind. I trusted Mason more than anyone, but Ava had never given me a reason to fear her. She had welcomed







