LOGINKira's POV I felt the delicious ache all over my body as I shot him a cold stare afterward. “What have you done? How am I supposed to walk straight down the aisle?!” I shrieked.Adrian just smiled, getting off the bed like he’d won a gold medal. “That was the whole point, my love. I want you walking toward me with that ache, knowing I can be very, very useful.”I threw a pillow at him. “No one asked if you can be useful, you psycho!”He caught it effortlessly and came over, kissing my cheek sweetly. “Should I help you shower?”I almost fell for it because I was sore in the best and worst ways. But this was Adrian. A shower would never end at just a shower. I pushed him away and staggered up. “Get away from me before you ruin my legs completely! Why are you so obsessed with me?”He threw his head back and laughed…that rich, deep sound that always made my heart flip. “Because I can't help it. You're my world,” he added with a giggle.“You can. Go take self control classes,” I said and
Kira’s POVThe last two days had been strangely peaceful despite the whirlwind chaos swirling around the coronation. The palace buzzed with servants rushing everywhere…hanging more flowers, polishing silver, practicing music…but inside our little bubble, everything felt...normal. Warm. Ours.Adrian and I had grown even closer. And when I say closer, I mean he was practically glued to me in every single way possible. The man followed me to the bathroom like a lost puppy. He’d sit on the floor, back against the wall, chatting about random pack stuff while I peed or did my business. If I wanted a shower, even if he’d already had one, he’d strip and join me, soaping my back, kissing my shoulders, and turning a simple rinse into something much hotter. I pretended to complain, but secretly? I loved it. Every clingy, ridiculous second.Yesterday, I tried to steal a moment to breathe. I snuck out to the garden alone, hoping for five minutes of quiet. The second I stepped onto the path lin
Kira’s POVThomas burst into the study the moment I mind-linked him, his eyes widening at the sight of Adrian slumped in the chair with me still wrapped in his arms. “Your Majesty, let me help,” he said quickly, moving forward.Adrian had passed out cold while holding me, his grip around my waist like iron chains even while unconscious. Thomas tried to lift him carefully, sliding one arm under his shoulder, but Adrian’s fingers dug deeper into my robe, refusing to let go. It took real effort…Thomas grunting, me whispering soothing words into Adrian’s ear…before we finally pried his hands away. Adrian’s face twisted in distress even while out, like his body knew I was there and didn’t want to risk losing me again.We got him to our room somehow, half-carrying, half-dragging the stubborn king. The moment we laid him on the bed, I climbed up beside him, brushing damp strands of hair from his forehead. His skin was still too warm, his breathing shallow.The royal doctor arrived minute
Kira’s POVI woke up alone in our room, gasping like I’d just broken the surface after drowning. My chest heaved, pulling in sharp, desperate breaths of cool air that tasted faintly of lavender from the bedding. No dream. Nothing. Just this heavy, blank void that spat me back out feeling... different. Somehow, I felt stronger. Like every muscle and bone had been rewired overnight. My skin tingled with energy I couldn’t explain, buzzing under the surface like I’d chugged ten energy drinks and bench-pressed a truck.It feels strange…in that refreshing way. Like I'm a witch that just renewed her youth by carrying out some sacrificial ritual or something.‘Of course,’ Leah’s voice scoffed inside my head, dry as desert sand. ‘Here you go again, thinking the most impossible, batshit scenarios. You didn’t sacrifice a goat under a full moon, Kira. You just got pumped full of Adrian’s blood. That’s why you feel like a goddess on steroids.’I blinked hard, sitting up slowly. The silk sheets
Adrian’s POVAnd all that happened yesterday.She’s still not awake yet even with all the blood.I sat beside her bed, elbows on my knees, staring at her peaceful but unnaturally still face. The monitors beeped steadily in the background…a constant, mocking reminder that her body was fighting even if her mind hadn’t returned to me.Sheila had placed a gentle hand on my shoulder last night when I demanded that they give her more blood. “The blood was enough, Your Majesty. Her body didn’t reject it…that’s the biggest victory. Now it’s left for her to wake up. That was always going to be the fifty-fifty part.”I had cleaned her up myself after the transfusion, wiping away the sweat and traces of fear from her skin, changing her into one of my softest shirts. Then I left her surrounded by the best healers and machines, but every second away from her felt like torture.She needs to pull through this. If she doesn’t… I’ll die too. I can only exist in a universe where she is.I kept tryin
Adrian’s POVI burst into our chamber with Kira limp in my arms, her face twisted in pain even while unconscious. My heart hammered so violently I could barely breathe. I laid her gently on the bed, but my hands wouldn’t stop shaking.This wasn’t supposed to happen. What is even happening?!All morning I had been locked in the study, reading every ancient entry I could find on royal pregnancies. The texts clearly stated that royal pups drained immense energy from the mother…it was normal for her to eat like she was starving. That’s why I had the kitchen prepare a feast for her. I wanted her to enjoy it.But vomiting while eating? Stomach pain so severe she passed out? That wasn’t in any of the scrolls.Was it something she ate? What could it be?!“What is holding everyone?!” I roared through the pack link, my voice cold with fury. “Where the hell is the doctor?! The healer?! The royal nurses?! Sheila?! Why is no one here already?!”I didn’t wait for excuses. “If any of you are not i
Kira’s POVThe hallway smelled like expensive perfume the second I straightened up.Four girls stood in a perfect half-circle, blocking my path like they’d rehearsed it. Designer bags, perfect blowouts, uniforms tailored so tight they looked painted on. Front and center was the obvious leader…tall,
Kira’s POVThe murmurs started immediately.“How…how is she stronger than Victoria?”“Victoria’s from the Dowell bloodline…she transformed at fourteen!”“The gutter princess doesn’t even have a wolf. She’s supposed to be human-weak. This shouldn’t be possible…”Wolf?My smile faltered for half a se
Kira’s POVThe classroom door flew open with a bang that made half the students jump in their seats and turn around in sync.“What is going on here?”The voice was deep, calm, and laced with authority that instantly sucked the air out of the room.He stepped inside.Tall (easily six-four), shoulder
Liana’s POVThe king folded his hands on the desk, all earnest golden eyes and repentant alpha energy. “Let’s start simple. What are her favorite colors?”I lowered my gaze like a shy little mouse and twisted my fingers in my lap. Oh… Princess Arabella loves pink. Not just any pink…bubblegum, blush







