DAHLIA Jay stood close to me, shoulders tight, his eyes scanning the surrounding trees with sharp intensity. I could feel his tension, like a live wire buzzing in the air between us. Then I saw him. He stood near the edge of the lake, hands clasped behind his back, back straight, posture regal. The golden in his eyes caught the fading sun as he turned slightly, already aware we had arrived even before we’d taken a single step toward him. Jay stepped forward protectively, but I placed a hand on his arm. “Let me,” I murmured. He didn’t move, didn’t like it, but he trusted me enough to let me walk ahead. My boots crunched over the grass as I closed the distance. The man—this dark stranger who radiated danger and command—turned fully to face me. That smirk was back, carved into his face like it belonged there. Too calm. Too confident. “You came,” he said, voice low and deep, rippling through the stillness. “I’m not here for games,” I said bluntly. “Neither am I,” he replied, st
RALPH It felt like I was drowning in tar—heavy, choking, endless. The voice still echoed in my skull, wrapping around my thoughts like a noose. She’s ours now. Then, out of nowhere, a hand. Warm, strong. It grabbed my arm and yanked hard. The shadows shattered like glass. I gasped—air tore into my lungs as I blinked up into a burst of golden light. The weight on my chest lifted. I stumbled back, coughing hard as I came to, and saw Aaron’s face tight with worry, his hand still clutching mine. “You good?” he asked quickly, breath ragged. “What…” I tried to speak, but my throat burned. “What the hell just happened?” Aaron let out a low breath. “That thing you saw—wasn’t real. It was a sentry illusion. A trap. Created by an ancient warding spirit called Zhyrak. He feeds on desperation… It mimics what you want the most and uses it to break you.” I clenched my jaw, my fists tightening. “So Keilah—wasn’t even there?” He shook his head grimly. “Not that Keilah, no. That was a projec
RALPH For a heartbeat, everything stood still.Keilah’s scream had stopped.Her hands were frozen mid-pound against the invisible wall, her eyes wide and lips parted in horrified silence. I didn’t realise I was holding my breath, too, watching as Damien hit the ground like a lifeless sack, unmoving, smoke curling around his fallen form.No sound. No wind. No time.Just stillness.And then I snapped.I used that single flicker of distraction. My bones cracked, body shifted—fur tearing through skin as my claws hit the polished floor with a snarl.I lunged.The impact sent the Queen flying across the marble room, crashing into the far side with a violent grunt. I didn’t wait. I charged again, my teeth bared, inches from her throat, ready to finish what she started—Pain.Agonising, searing pain.A burst of magic shot through me mid-leap, gripping every nerve like fire-laced chains. I yelped as my body stiffened, crashing hard. My limbs refused to move—paralysed, my muscles locked in pla
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