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The hallway flickers again. The shadows crawl up the walls like they’re alive. My heartbeat leaps into my throat and lodges there, refusing to move. Cassain’s voice crashes through the chaos. “EVELLESSA. NOW.” Something inside me jerks forward—Aretha, terrified but alert. Aretha: Mate will protect us. MOVE. My father steps between us again, palms glowing faintly. “Evelessa, don’t—” But then the shadows at the end of the hall peel open like a mouth. And something steps out. Tall. Pale. Clawed. Vampire. Not just any vampire. A royal envoy. My stomach drops. Cassain is beside me in half a second. His fingers close around my wrist—not harsh, but firm, urgent. “Close your eyes,” he orders. “No—WAIT—” Too late. He yanks me forward and the portal swallows us whole. Light, pressure, the taste of metal. I gasp and stumble out onto a marble floor. A massive foyer stretches before me—gold-trimmed pillars, glittering chandeliers, polished black stone, and impossibly high ceilings. This… This is not my house. This is not ANY normal house. I whirl on him. “WHAT DID YOU—” The portal behind us spits and seals shut. My dad’s shout echoes faintly through the closing crack. My chest caves. “YOU TOOK ME,” I breathe. “WITHOUT THEM.” Cassain steps closer, taller than my panic, calmer than my fury. “I also saved your life.” “You don’t even KNOW that!” He raises a brow. “You saw what came through that hallway, right? Before that a lot has been following you but relax I left word, your family will be here soon.” Aretha whimpers in agreement. Damn her. I swallow back a scream. “Cass… where are we?” He gestures around us. “My house, also your new house.” I blink at the palace-level decor. “House?” He shrugs. “One of them.” Before I can respond, a door swings open. Two figures step in. My brothers. Both alive. Both whole. Both staring at me like I’m the one who teleported them. “Eve!” Richard rushes forward and pulls me into a crushing hug. Emmanuel follows, gripping my shoulder. “We’re okay. We’re here.” My knees nearly collapse in relief. “How—?” Cassain answers for them. “I brought them first.” I gape. “You WHAT?” Richard rounds on him. “You could have WARNED us—” “I did,” Cassain says. “You didn’t listen. So I took you.” Emmanuel snarls. “You abducted us.” Cassain folds his arms. “You’re welcome.” Before my brothers can strangle him, another presence crackles behind us. My father. He bursts through a second portal, eyes blazing. “WHERE IS SHE—” His gaze lands on me. He exhales shakily, pulling me close. Then his eyes snap to Cassain. “You. Explain. NOW.” Cassain doesn’t flinch. “Your house was being watched. You were all targets.” My dad stiffens. “By who?” “The same kingdom that murdered your wife.” The room stills. My throat tightens. Dad’s hand trembles on my arm. “You promised,” he whispers painfully. “The royals promised to keep them out of our lives.” Cassain’s jaw feathers, his eyes glowing faint gold. “And I intended to. For years. I let you hide. I let you raise her in peace.” He steps closer, and his voice hardens. “But she turned nineteen yesterday.” I freeze. Richard and Emmanuel exchange looks. Dad’s breath catches. “No. Not yet. You can’t mean—” Cassain’s eyes lock onto mine. “You awakened, Evelessa.” My backside hits a sofa. “I WHAT?” He kneels in front of me, voice low. “You’re not just a wolf, you've got siren blood, and now you're my mate which makes you…” His eyes flicker as if the word burns. “Hunted.” “And you?” Richard spits. “What are YOU to her?” Cassain rises slowly. His presence fills the room, dark, celestial, ancient. He looks directly at my father. “I'm her mate.” My father lets out a strangled sound. “NO. Absolutely NOT.” Cassain’s expression doesn't change. “It’s not your choice.” Richard steps forward. “We don’t want that life.” “You don’t get to decide,” Cassain replies, eyes glowing brighter. “Fate already did.” My father trembles with rage. “I lost my wife to your world. I won’t lose my daughter too.” Cassain’s voice deepens, power leaking through every word: “I would die before letting anything touch her.” Silence. Not peace. Something heavier. Crown-heavy. Power-heavy. Dad’s eyes narrow. “You talk like a king.” Cassain meets his stare without blinking. “Because I am.” Richard swears under his breath. Emmanuel backs up a step. My stomach twists. “Wait,” I whisper. “You… you’re not just some campus hockey god?” He smirks slightly. “Did you think skates and muscles were my entire identity?” I bury my face in my hands. “YES. MAYBE.” He chuckles. I kick his shin. He doesn’t flinch. Dad steps closer. “Answer me something, boy.” Cassain turns his head. Dad’s voice shakes with anger. “Why did you buy the companies my sons worked for?” I jerk my head up. “You WHAT?!” Richard and Emmanuel stiffen. Cassain’s voice is maddeningly calm. “To keep them safe.” “You BOUGHT their workplaces?” I shout. “Who even DOES that?” “A concerned mate,” he replies. “That’s not concern, that’s psychotic!” He looks genuinely puzzled. “I fail to see the problem.” My father practically explodes. “You took their lives—their jobs—their independence—and wrapped it in your control!” “You’re welcome,” Cassain repeats again. Emmanuel lunges. Richard grabs him. “Dude. Not now.” Dad steps right up to Cassain. “You listen to me carefully. I left that world behind. My wife died in it. I will NOT let my children be tied to your throne.” Cassain’s eyes flash. “You don’t have authority over this bond.” Dad snarls. “She is MY daughter.” Cassain steps closer. “She is MY mate.” The ground actually vibrates. My heart lodges somewhere between my lungs. Dad opens his mouth again, but Cassain lifts one finger and— The entire atmosphere shifts. The chandelier trembles. The lights dim. Power rolls from him like heat from a wildfire. “Evelessa is mine,” he says softly. “Not as property. Not as power. But by soul. By bond. By fate.” “And what if I refuse?” Dad whispers. Cassain’s eyes lower. “You can refuse me all you want. I won’t force her.” He looks at me—raw, vulnerable, angry at himself for even saying that. “But I will still protect her.” Dad swallows hard. “I don’t want this life for her.” Cassain tilts his head. “It’s not about what you want.” Before Dad can answer, Cassain gestures to the grand staircase. “Your rooms are upstairs. Left hallway, third door. Everything you owned has been moved here.” I blink. “Wait. What?” Richard spins. “Our WHAT?!” Emmanuel looks horrified. “Our stuff— how— why—” Cassain shrugs. “I bought the moving company.” “What—WHAT—” I sputter. “YOU CAN’T JUST—” “Of course I can.” I throw a cushion at his head. It hits him. Falls to the floor. He smiles. Dad rubs his face. “What else did you ‘buy,’ Cassain?” Cass leans against a pillar, bored. “A few guards. A medical team. Some protection wards. A security firm. The land around the house.” I choke. “THE LAND—?!” He lifts his hands defensively. “You needed protection.” “You’re INSANE!” He smiles. Dad shakes his head in disbelief. “This—THIS is exactly why I didn’t want her bound to your world.” Cassain gently lifts my chin, ignoring the growls from my family. “Your father fears what I’ll do to you,” he says softly. “He should fear what I’ll do for you.” I shiver. He steps back. “I won’t stay here,” he adds. “Not unless you ask me to.” I blink up at him. “You’re leaving?” “My presence draws attention. It’s safer for you if I remain at my own estate.” Richard mutters, “Estate. Of course.” “But,” Cassain continues, “your security detail stays. Your maids stay. The wardens stay. And your brothers’ mates may remain here too.” My brothers freeze. “Mates?” Richard croaks. Cassain nods. “Yes. Both of you found yours last night.” Emmanuel nearly dies on the spot. “WHO?!” Cassain smirks. “Two females from my kingdom stop acting innocent you consumated immediately but I haven't yet you're giving me a tough time.” Richard glares. “You planned this.” “No. Fate did.” He tilts his head. “I merely… encouraged it.” I rub my temples. “This is so much. TOO much.” Cassain steps close again. Not touching me. Just near enough to breathe the same air. “You’re safe here,” he says quietly. “No vampire will cross my wards. No hunter will get near you. No king will take you.” “You ARE a king,” I whisper. His eyes warm. “Yes. Which is why no one will survive if they try to touch you.” Richard and Emmanuel bristle again. Dad sighs heavily. “Cassain, we are grateful for the protection. But this doesn’t mean we agree to anything.” Cass nods respectfully. “I know. I don’t expect approval.” He turns to leave. Then stops beside me. Leans down. And his voice brushes my ear like velvet over a blade. “But I will come back for you, Evelessa.” My skin erupts in chills. My brothers growl. Dad glares. Cassain straightens, completely unbothered. “Try to sleep tonight,” he says simply. “You’re safe here.” My heart does a stupid little thing. “Cass…” He pauses at the doorway. “Yes, princess?” “Don’t call me that.” His grin is slow. Wicked. Soft. “As you wish.” He steps into a shadow—and vanishes. The house goes silent. Too silent. Richard exhales violently. “We’re so screwed.” Emmanuel collapses onto a sofa. “We’re dead. We’re actually dead.” Dad sits, burying his face in his palms. “Your mother would kill me if she saw this.” I stand there, frozen between fury, fear, and something terrifyingly warm. Because Aretha is purring again. Aretha: Mate saved us. Mate wants us. Mate claims us. “Shut up,” I whisper. But my wolf only laughs. And somewhere, far away in the shadows of his castle… Cassain laughs too.CASSAIN "Shit..how do I survive everything at once today?""You can postpone the wedding you know?""No way. Do you want her to change her mind?""Ugh..if you weren’t both my parents I'd be concerned at your insane level of obsession with her but she is my mother so.."Game day. Wedding day. Somehow, the universe decided it was a great idea to cram both into the same twenty-four hours.I wake up before the sun. My muscles ache from practice yesterday, and my mind is buzzing with strategies, not just for the match but for the rest of the day—the ceremony, Evelessa’s face, her dress, the looks she’ll give me, the chaos inevitably waiting in the wings.The arena smells like leather, sweat, and anticipation.I take a deep breath, feeling the pulse of the crowd before I even step onto the field. My team is ready, eyes sharp, adrenaline primed. We all know what’s at stake—honor, pride, and yes, a wedding that’s waiting on the other side of victory.The whistle blows. The game starts.I mo
CASSAIN I have a rule when it comes to wedding preparations: keep it clean, precise, and dignified.Today, that rule is being tested.I’m in Maison D’Or, the finest tailor in the city, white marble floors, polished brass fixtures, mirrors everywhere you can see every angle of yourself, and soft classical music that whispers “wealth” without needing to shout it. I’ve been looking forward to this: the moment I finally choose the suit that will say to the world, I am marrying Evelessa, and yes, I own every second of this room.I’ve walked past racks of suits lined up like soldiers on parade, fabrics shining under the lights. My tailor, a man named François, has been hovering politely, making notes, asking questions. It’s perfect. Peaceful. Until my phone buzzes.I glance down.A text from one of my so-called “business partners,” the type of man who apparently thinks being rich also makes you creative in problem-solving.“Congrats on the engagement! Sending a little celebratory entertain
EVELESSA “I hate this already,” I mutter.“You haven’t even tried anything on,” Alexis replies, completely unbothered as she flips through a rack like she owns the place.“She’s right,” Aretha adds, sitting down dramatically like she’s about to watch a live performance.“I’m here for entertainment.”“You’re pregnant,” I remind her.“And?”“And you’re supposed to be supportive.”“I am supportive, you were the one who got screwed into saying yes so just deal with it” she says.“I'm here for the drama.”Of course she is.I pinch the bridge of my nose.“This was a mistake.”“No,” Seraphina says calmly.“This is necessary.”I turn to her.“Why?”“Because you are getting married.”“I’m aware.”“And you need a dress.”“I also own dresses.”“Not this kind.”“She’s right,” Lira chimes in softly, her hand resting protectively over her babies.“You deserve something special.”I glance at her.At the quiet glow in her eyes.At the softness she’s carrying now.And I sigh.Because fine.Fine.I ca
ALEXIS“Say that again.”I don’t look up.I don’t blink.I don’t even pause the line I’m writing.Because if I do I might actually laugh.Or worse—Engage.And I’m not in the mood.“I said,” the voice repeats, louder this time, “this room is needed.”Still not looking.Still writing.Still unimpressed.“By who?” I ask.Calm.Flat.Bored.There’s a pause.The kind that expects recognition.The kind that assumes importance.The kind that usually works on people who care.I don’t.“By me.”I sigh.Set my pen down.And then I look up.Finally.Slowly.Deliberately.Because if someone is going to interrupt my class—They should at least earn my attention.He’s… polished.Expensive suit.Perfect posture.Confidence that borders on arrogance—No.Not borders.Lives there.Breathes there.Owns property there.And judging by the way he’s standing?He thinks this room is already his.“How unfortunate,” I say.He blinks.Just once.Because that wasn’t the response he expected.“Excuse me?” he as
EVELESSA “Again from the top!” the choreographer calls.I don’t respond.I don’t need to.My body already knows.Already moves.Already follows.Because this?This is the one place I don’t have to think.No war.No shadows.No power plays.No expectations.Just movement.Just rhythm.Just me.My feet glide across the floor.Precise.Sharp.Controlled.Every turn intentional.Every step exact.Every breath timed.Because dance isn’t just art.It’s discipline.It’s control.That’s something I refuse to lose.“Evelessa!”I barely hear it.A distant echo.Irrelevant.The music swells—And I follow.Spin.Dip.Rise.Again.Again.Again.“Evelessa!”Louder this time.Closer.Still ignored.Because I’m not here.Not really.I’m somewhere else.Somewhere quieter.Somewhere simpler.Somewhere I don’t have to think about everything waiting for me outside these walls.The song ends.But I don’t.I keep moving.Because stopping?Means returning.Means remembering.Means feeling.And I’m not read
SERAPHINA The house has never felt like this before.Not even during war.Not even during loss.Not even when I hid my grandsons from things that wanted to devour them whole.This is different.Alive.Watching.Waiting.“She’s close,” I whisper.Michael looks up immediately.“How close?”I don’t answer right away.Because I’m listening.Not to sound.Not to movement.To something deeper.Something ancient.Something that doesn’t belong to this world yet, it is forcing its way into it.“Now,” I say.And everything changes.The walls pulse.Not crack.Not break.Pulse.Like the house itself has a heartbeat.And it’s syncing with hers.With Lira’s.With the child.“Everyone in position,” I command.No hesitation.No questions.Because when I sound like this isn’t practice.This isn’t caution.This is survival.Aristotle is already there.At her side.Of course he is.His hand wrapped around hers tightly, steady and unyielding.“Stay with me,” he murmurs.Lira doesn’t answer.She can’t.
EVELESSA "I feel so lost."Classes ended hours ago, but I’m still sitting on the stone bench outside the academy gardens, staring at the fountain like it’s going to suddenly explain my life to me.Water spills gently from the marble statue in the center.The sound should be comforting but it rathe
EVELESSA "Pftt...I'm bored..."I’ve been bored all week.Classes have been painfully dull.No assassins.No supernatural disasters.No sudden revelations about ancient sea councils trying to kidnap me again.Just lectures, assignments and Cassain hovering like an overprotective father.So by Frida
EVELESSA "Miss Evelessa..."Feels like forever since I've seen him last.....Detective Hall.He’s standing casually against the stone wall near the cafeteria, hands tucked into the pockets of his long coat.His eyes remain the same watchful eyes which always seem to see far more than they should.
CASSAIN I feel restless, my wolf is pacing.My vampire side is worse.Maddox is awake.Something is wrong but I have no idea what it is that is wrong.I sit up slowly on the edge of the bed and drag a hand down my face. The room is quiet, but it doesn’t feel calm. I glance toward the empty side o







