KEILAH Seth stared at me, his eyes cold. For a moment, the room was silent, save for the heavy beat of my heart in my chest. I held my ground, refusing to let his words rattle me. My mind was focused on one thing—Damien. If there was even the slightest chance my blood could help him, I wasn’t going to back down.Finally, Seth broke the silence with a low grunt, his eyes flickering toward Garbie. “You heard her. Get it,” he muttered, his tone laced with reluctant agreement. He turned his attention back to me, his glare never leaving my face as if daring me to reconsider. “I hope for your sake this works, Keilah. I’d hate to see what happens next if it doesn’t.”Garbie returned a few moments later, holding a knife that looked like it hadn’t been in use for years and a black bowl. The blade was worn and dark, the handle smooth with age. I glanced from the knife to Seth, my mind racing with questions I couldn’t quite master into words.My heart thudded painfully in my chest, and the weig
DAMIEN Deirdre's soft laughter vibrated against my chest, a melody that soothed the storm inside me. “You’re holding me so tightly, Damien,” she murmured, her voice tinged with gentle humour. “Are you sure you’re okay?”I pulled back just enough to look at her, searching her face for any trace of deception, any sign that this was another cruel trick of the throne or my own fractured mind. But there was none. Her eyes held nothing but love and warmth.“I don’t want to let go,” I admitted, my voice raw. “Not after what I’ve been through. I can’t lose you again.”Her expression softened, and she reached up to brush her fingers along my jawline, her touch featherlight. “You’ll never lose me, my love. I promised you that a long time ago, didn’t I?” She smiled, her thumb tracing the edge of my cheek. A mischievous glint lit up her gaze, and her lips curved into a teasing smirk. “Did you forget who I am?” she said, her tone a playful
DAMIEN Exhaustion hit me like a wave. I slumped down on the bed next to her, my body heavy and unsteady. A sharp, draining sensation tugged at my core. I felt hollow, as though something vital was being siphoned from me.The wolf paced restlessly beside the bed, its now golden eyes flickering between Keilah and me.“Sit your furry ass down,” I muttered, my voice hoarse and low. “She’s fine now.”The wolf hesitated but finally lay down beside the bed, resting its massive head on its paws, its gaze never leaving her.I closed my eyes briefly, trying to steady myself. The sharp pull of exhaustion still gnawed at me, but a prickle of awareness shot through my mind like a lightning bolt.Seth.My eyes snapped open, their natural hue giving way to a darker, furious abyss as rage flooded through me. He was here—inside my house.Before I could think, I moved. In a blink, I was downstairs, my body a blur of raw energy and fury. I slammed into him with all my weight, knocking him clean off his
SETHThe air felt thick with rage as I leapt through the night, the weight of Draven’s anger hanging over me like a suffocating smoke. I could still feel the burn in my throat from where his hands had gripped me. King Draven had never looked at me that way before. Never with such ferocity. I had seen him angry over the years, but this... this was different. It was like he was seeing me as a stranger—someone who betrayed him, who threatened what was most precious to him. And it was all because of her. Keilah. That damn human girl. She had become a thorn in my side, and my patience had finally snapped.I could feel the burn of my fangs, the ache to feed, to rip into something, anything, to calm the fire within me. I pushed my speed harder, my surroundings blurring around me, until I reached the edge of the mountains, where the wild creatures roamed freely.Without hesitation, I launched myself into the woods, the familiar rush of bloodlust flooding my senses. My eyes narrowed as I caugh
KEILAH “What do you mean by that? Why does it want to stay here?” I asked, confused. Why would Ralph’s wolf refuse to leave when Ralph himself might be searching for it? I sighed. “Why do I even care about him reuniting with his wolf?” But then again, his wolf is a part of him. He must feel incomplete without it. Helping him reunite with his wolf—it’s the least I can do, right?I didn’t catch what Damien was saying because I was too lost in my own thoughts. My focus snapped back when he brushed past me, heading upstairs. His eyes moved as if tracking something unseen, and I knew he was following Ralph’s wolf.I followed him closely, noticing the tension in his jaw. He clearly wasn’t thrilled about this, but he was doing it because I asked. When he reached my room, he stopped abruptly, his gaze narrowing at the wall.“What is it doing?” I asked, following his line of sight.“It disappeared through the wall,” he replied.I stepped in front of him, my breath catching as I looked up. Hol
KEILAH The hum of the car engine filled the silence between us. Outside, the landscape rolled by in an endless blur—twisting roads, shadowed hills, and darkening skies that stretched on and on. It was the kind of silence that felt heavy with unspoken words and the weight of secrets neither of us wanted to touch yet.Damien sat in the driver’s seat, his tall, broad frame looking perfectly at ease. One hand gripped the wheel with an easy firmness, the other resting against his knee. His face, illuminated faintly by the glow of the dashboard lights, was carved from stone—sharp angles, impassive features, and those eyes. Even though they were fixed on the road, I knew they missed nothing.I shifted in my seat for what felt like the hundredth time, unable to get comfortable. Ever since I got in the car with Damien, my neck burned with an irritating itch—a deep stinging sensation that I couldn’t ignore. I scratched at the spot absentmindedly, fingers brushing over the mark. It wasn't the
KEILAH The woman’s voice cut through the thick silence again, cold and deliberate. “Aren’t you starving? Isn’t that what got you where you’re not supposed to be?” I stood there, utterly flabbergasted, my mind racing to catch up with her words. Shock, confusion, frustration—all of it churned within me, but what I was most aware of was the pounding of my heart and the irritation of Damien’s mark. It itched, stinging in a way I couldn’t ignore.The woman’s eyes never left me, her gaze unwavering as she spoke again. “Come, get something to eat before I change my mind. As for your friends, they’ll be fine that way.” She motioned lazily toward the group, who stood frozen. “Now, come.” I stayed rooted to the spot, uncertain of what to do. The group surrounded me, still and stiff, their protective postures making it feel impossible to move without brushing against one of them. It was like they were keeping me trapped in place, yet I had no idea how to get out of this. The woman’s expre
DAMIEN I glanced down at the damn rock, now sealed tight, its magic flickering out like a light being abruptly cut off at night, leaving entire neighbourhoods in darkness. And just like that, I was left in the dark, too. The only thing it confirmed was that the witch I’d been tracking was somewhere in this town. The question was, where do I begin?I looked up at the chaotic bar in front of me. Stepping inside, I immediately felt it—an overwhelming surge of energy in the air. I pushed through the crowd, the noise of the bar buzzing in my ears, the thick scent of alcohol and sweat hanging heavy in the air. Magic crackled all around me, a low hum that made my skin crawl. She was close. I could feel it. Whoever this witch was, I was getting closer to her. But then a shadow loomed in front of me, broad and blocking the way. The guy was taller than me, and built like a brick wall. I could already sense it—the weight of his presence, the raw power he radiated. "Vampires aren't welcome h
DAMIEN The further I chased after Ralph, the more fae we shoved past, drawing eyes, raising suspicion. His wild energy surged ahead like a storm—barefoot, breathing like an animal unchained.People turned to look but didn't care as much and continued their way. Magic in the air rippled around us. The smell of bloodlust—his and mine—tainted the sweet perfume of the flowers.I finally caught up with him near the edge of the inner palace—the part where the crowd’s noise faded, where the corridors were wide and cold, echoing with old enchantments and secrets. He growled, whipping around."Where the fuck do you think you're going?" I snarled, my grip iron on his arm.Ralph shoved me off him with a growl that rumbled from deep in his chest. His eyes were already shifting gold, his body trembling with the edge of a shift."To find my mate!" he snapped, his voice low and savage. “She’s out there. I can feel it.”I stepped in close, jaw tight. “I know. But do you know where she’s being held?
DAMIEN The palace loomed ahead, tall and gleaming beneath the pale light that filtered through the high glass arches. The stones underfoot were too clean. Too quiet. Even the breeze that usually whispered through the garden halls felt… still.Something was off.I felt it in my bones. In my breath. In the way the fine hairs on the back of my neck prickled.This was supposed to be a day of reward—of power being handed over. The women were getting their damn clans today. So was Aaron. That’s what the Queen had promised. That’s why we were summoned.But my instincts screamed otherwise.Something wasn’t right.I walked in silence, hands clenched at my sides as I followed behind the women. They moved with giddy steps, barely able to contain their excitement. Their laughter bounced off the crystal walls like bells—sharp, high-pitched, too loud in a place that had grown too still.They didn’t notice it. The shift in the air.But I did.I always did.The way the guards stood was tighter, more
KEILAH My knees trembled beneath me. The Queen’s words echoed again and again in my mind like a bell tolling for the dead.She’s out there.Alive.My mother—alive?I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard it hurt. But before I could ask anything, before I could reach for that sliver of impossible hope, the Queen’s face twisted into something crueler. Colder.“Tomorrow, you’re going to watch me kill the vampire and the wolf.”My blood turned to ice.“No.” The word fell out of my mouth like a prayer, like a curse. “You can’t—”She took a step forward, her gown dragging like smoke behind her. “Oh, but I can. And I will. I’ll make you watch every second, child. I want you to see what happens to those who think they can defy me.”“No!” I roared, surging forward with blinding fury, fists clenched. “If you lay a hand on either of them, I swear to the gods—”But I didn’t get to finish.The Queen’s snarl tore through the air, vicious and inhuman, and with o
KEILAH The steam curled around me like whispered secrets as I stood in the pool, letting the warm water cascade over my bare shoulders. My fingers drifted through the stream, slow and absent, while my thoughts—traitorous, wild thoughts—raced far away from where they should’ve stayed.He was gone now. Left not long ago, with a soft kiss and a promise I didn’t ask him to make.I told him to go. I had to.Because tomorrow, everything will burn.Still… gods, I hadn’t wanted him to leave.The water was supposed to help—supposed to soothe me, ground me—but instead, it only made me ache more. My cheeks flamed, hotter than the water itself, as memory clawed its way back into my skin.Damien.His mouth.His tongue.The way he looked at me like I was something he could never get enough of—like touching me wasn’t enough like he needed to breathe me in to survive.I sucked in a sharp breath, covering my face with my hands. “Stop it,” I whispered to myself, shaking my head. “Just stop.”But I cou
DAMIEN Her breath hitched the moment my fingers grazed the curve of her hip through the fabric. I didn't rush, didn't speak. I only looked at her—fully, reverently—as if she were something sacred and breakable.“Damien…” she whispered again, her voice trembling like her hands.“Shh,” I murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You’re safe. With me, you’re always safe.”She didn’t pull away. Instead, her gaze dropped, lashes lowering, breath shallow.I lowered myself to my knees before her—slowly, deliberately—keeping my hands gently on her thighs. My eyes locked with hers, never straying, letting her see everything I felt but hadn’t said. The ache. The need to soothe her. I leaned in, brushing my lips over the soft fabric just above her knee. Her breath caught. My hands moved slowly, inching the long hem of her dress higher, revealing skin inch by inch—each exposed part a silent vow that I wasn’t going to rush this. That she had all the time in the world to feel safe. Cher
DAMIEN "Where the hell are they taking him?" I growled, glaring at the guards escorting the caged wolf toward the palace.Tindra, the infuriating woman who never seemed to leave my side, glanced at me with an arched brow. “Isn’t it obvious? They’re taking him into the palace. Strange, really. The Queen usually curses intruders into the river—or worse. Guess he got lucky.”I scoffed under my breath, my gaze narrowing on Keilah. “No,” I muttered. “He didn’t get lucky. She saved him.”Keilah kept glancing over her shoulder at him, her face carved with worry. Even surrounded by guards, with their glowing armour and cold elegance, it was only her I could see. Keilah.Her eyes—wild, frightened—kept darting back to the caged wolf as if she could will him free. Her hands were clenched at her sides, her lips trembling even as she fought to look composed. But I saw through it. Every breath she took screamed with anxiety. Every step away from Ralph hurt her.And it hurt me.My fists clenched a
KEILAH I shot to my feet, my heart hammering in my ears so loud I barely heard Garbie ask, “Did he just say werewolf?”I nodded, numb, eyes locked on the old fae on the altar. My legs felt weak, but I pushed forward through the murmuring crowd, pulling Garbie gently behind me until we reached the edge of the gathering.“Do you think it’s that hot-tempered Alpha?” she whispered.“I know it is,” I breathed. “He followed me too.”The crowd buzzed like hornets. Guards emerged from shadowed corners, their armour iridescent, their eyes glowing faintly like creatures born of moonlight. The old man raised his hand to quiet the chaos.“Do not fear,” he said. “We will deal with this trespasser swiftly. No harm shall come to our people.”My stomach dropped.‘Ralph is in danger.’I broke away from Garbie, moving toward the altar. “Excuse me,” I called out to the old man. “Where is the queen?”He turned slowly, brows lifting. “She left. Headed for the Crescent Gate where the werewolf was seen.”M
DAHLIA The laughter from the group ahead died down. It was eerie—too sudden to be natural. Every single head turned in perfect unison as if some invisible signal had passed through them.Twenty pairs of eyes landed directly on us.My breath caught.Then, from the centre of the group, one of them stepped forward. He was tall and broad, easily over six feet, and darker than the others. His skin was deep ebony, smooth and unblemished, and his eyes—gods, his eyes—glowed faintly gold. There was something terrifyingly beautiful about him. He was the kind of man who didn’t need to speak to command a room. Power clung to him like a second skin.And then he smirked—right at me.I felt my wolf rise like a tidal wave beneath my skin, teeth bared. She didn’t like him. Neither did I.Jay stepped forward, slightly in front of me, his body stiff. A low, warning growl rumbled in his throat, barely audible, but enough to carry through the mountain air. “Back up, Dahlia,” he said without turning.The
KEILAH My hands clenched into fists. I shot the Queen a death glare, my chest rising and falling as fury surged through me like wildfire.How dare she.How dare she strip away something so sacred, so personal—without my permission, without remorse.The Queen, unmoved by my rage, sat back down with her usual elegance, brushing invisible dust from her gown. “Let’s continue.”“Why did you do that?” I snapped, my voice trembling with emotion. “What gives you the right to erase my marks?!”She raised an arched brow as if the question amused her.“What do you take yourself to be?” she said coolly, her tone sharper than any blade. “Marked by men—a vampire and a werewolf? Are you cursed? Did they put you under a spell, or are you simply desperate to belong?”I felt like I’d been slapped.Aaron, standing stiffly to the side, stepped forward, his tone respectful. “My Queen… perhaps if I could speak to her, alone—”“No!” I growled, pointing a shaking finger at him. “Don’t come near me.”A blast