LOGINAdrian’s POV I waited but he didn't make any other move. Did I see wrong?The tension in the air thickened even more, like the calm before a storm that could burn everything down. My heart hammered against my ribs. Kira’s breath hitched beside me. Tristen’s gaze flicked between us, still soft on her but lethal when it landed on me.I caught the movement from Sebastian again…his hand still inching toward his belt like he was weighing his options. My blood boiled, but I kept my voice steady, forcing confidence into every word even though my wolf was clawing to get out and paint the walls red.“Sebastian,” I said, loud and clear, locking eyes with him. “I will advise you not to try anything funny right now. Whatever you have planned, drop it.” I gestured around us, at the tension crackling in the air like static before a lightning storm. “So what I suggest is we all move to a quieter place…maybe my study. We can sit down and talk about things calmly. As a family.”Kira nodded her h
Adrian’s POVI stared straight ahead as the massive doors to the courtyard burst open wider. A small army of men marched in…maybe twenty, maybe more…boots thudding against the polished stone floors like war drums. They were all dressed like they were coming to a battle and not a party, faces hard, eyes scanning every corner like they expected a trap. At the front, leading them like a damn general, was Tristen Ravenwood. His shoulders were squared, jaw locked so tight I could see the muscle jumping from here. Right beside him, matching his stride step for step, was Sebastian. That bastard walked like he owned the place, a smug tilt to his chin.My jaw clenched so hard my teeth ached. The air in the hallway suddenly felt too thick, heavy with the scent of polished armor, sweat, and barely contained rage. My wolf surged under my skin, pacing, snarling low in warning. ‘Easy boy,’ I told him calmly. ‘Breathe through the unease. We’ve got this.’‘What can go wrong?’ I thought sarcastic
Adrian’s POVI was supposed to be standing at the end of that long aisle like some proper king, waiting for my bride to float toward me in all her glory. Tradition and all that bullshit. But why the hell would I wait when I could have her right beside me from the start? This was our day. Screw standing around like a statue while everyone stared. When Tristen didn't respond to the email about attending the coronation, I knew that there would be no one to walk her down the aisle.So, it has to be me.I wanted to walk with her, arm in arm, and show the whole damn kingdom that we were in this together.I found her just outside the grand double doors, alone in that hallway, clutching her bouquet like it was the only thing keeping her grounded. The second my hand landed gently on her arm, she turned, and the look on her face…pure relief mixed with that spark of wild excitement..hit me straight in the chest. My grip tightened on her arm, not enough to hurt, just enough to say ‘I’ve got y
Kira'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 POV The knock came again…three sharp raps that made my heart slam against my ribs. Liana’s face went ghost-white, her fingers still pressed to her lips like she could suck the whole conversation back in.I grabbed her wrist before she could bolt. “We’re not done,” I hissed, low enough that
Kira’s POVMorning came too fast and too bright. Sunlight stabbed through the heavy curtains like it personally wanted to punish me for last night. I sat on the edge of the bed, toes curled tight into the fluffy rug, hands clamped between my knees, eyes glued to the floor like a kid waiting for th
Kira’s POVI froze with the coat still over my arm, the casual vibe in the room suddenly gone ice-cold. Victoria’s voice had dropped to this whisper, like she was about to spill state secrets or confess to murder.“It’s about your personal maid…”She trailed off. Just stood there, lips parted, eyes
Adrian’s POVDerek lunged again, nearly tearing through. I locked my knees to keep from shifting right there in front of the entire council.“Why?” The word scraped out harsher than I meant. “Who’s waiting for you in that camp, Kira?”Her eyes flickered…something raw and private flashing through th







