LOGINKira’s POVFor the first time in what felt like forever, I woke up smiling.I woke up slowly, stretching like a satisfied cat across the huge bed. The spot beside me was empty, but the sheets still carried Adrian’s warm scent. Sunlight poured through the tall windows, painting everything in soft gold. I breathed it in deeply and smiled.Yesterday was mad fun!Leah snorted inside my head immediately. ‘Mad fun? I did all the actual work, you show-off. You just ran your mouth, stole the totem like a petty thief and acted like you were the female lead in an action film.’I grinned, rolling onto my back. “But I did all the talking. That counts as combat too. Psychological warfare, Leah. Very sophisticated.”A deep sense of satisfaction settled in my chest. Abby’s parents…Selene and Ariston…and that obsessive Liana were finally gone. No more shadows. No more manipulation. No more threats hanging over us. I had gotten revenge for every cruel thing they did to Abby. For the first time in a
Adrian’s POV I closed the bedroom door softly behind me, careful not to disturb Kira. The click was barely audible before I began heading downstairs.Thomas was waiting for me in one of the lower halls. The moment I arrived, I knew something was off. The air felt heavier…like chaos was waiting for the right time to erupt.I looked around confused until my eyes landed on her and I froze.Lady Margaret lay sprawled across the cold marble floor, her body bent at an angle no living person should ever hold. A dark pool of blood spread beneath her, staining the pale stone in crimson.For a long moment, I simply stared.Not because I mourned her. Not because I was shocked.But because after everything…the betrayals, the lies, the destruction she had helped unleash…this was somehow not how I had imagined her story would end."What happened to her?" I finally asked, my eyes never leaving her motionless form.Thomas stepped forward, his expression grim."Your Majesty, I didn't witness it mys
Adrian’s POVLiana moved faster than I expected.She threw herself in front of Kira, arms spread wide like a shield. Selene’s claws…extended and deadly…sank deep into Liana’s stomach with a sickening sound. Blood instantly soaked through her clothes.Liana gasped, but her face… Goddess, her face held the strangest mix of agony and pure satisfaction. Tears streamed down her cheeks as blood bubbled from her lips. “My princess… I told you I wouldn’t let anyone hurt you. I kept my promise.”Kira’s voice cracked with disbelief. “I didn’t ask you to! You would’ve died anyway…why play the tragic hero?!”And that is true. She would have died anyway without her wolf. To think that she killed her own mate because of her obsession with Abby? That's some next level crazy.Selene howled in pure rage and yanked her hand back, flinging Liana aside like trash. The girl crashed hard onto the blood-soaked ground, still trying to speak, still reaching weakly toward Kira. Her mouth moved, but no more
Adrian’s POVSelene stood there under the floodlights like she was performing on a stage built just for her ego. The battlefield around us had gone eerily quiet…the last of the rotten rogues either dead or pinned down by our warriors. All eyes were now on the three traitors and my queen.She raised the roughly carved totem higher, turning it slowly so the dark symbols caught the light. A smug, victorious smile stretched across her face.“Oh, sweet child,” Selene purred, her voice dripping with mockery. “You really think you’ve won? How adorable. This totem was carved from the sacred bone of your birth cord the very night you came screaming into this world. A little insurance policy, if you will.” She glanced at Ariston with a possessive gleam. “How else do you think I’ve kept this useless puppet dancing on my strings for decades? One whisper, one pulse of power through this little beauty, and he becomes whatever I need him to be.”Her gaze snapped back to Kira, eyes glittering with
Adrian’s POVSo far, so good. The fight grew more vicious around us. I tore through the rotten rogues like a machine, claws slashing, jaws snapping. Blood sprayed hot across my face and chest. Every time one of those decaying bastards tried to get close to Kira, I lost it…ripping limbs, crushing throats, making sure none of their filth even breathed near her. My queen stayed right behind me, just like she promised. No wild stunts. No running off. She was being such a good girl tonight, and it almost made me smile in the middle of all this carnage.Where the hell did these things come from? These cursed rogues were supposed to stay trapped in their wolf forms for life…mindless, rotting shells. None had been sighted in any kingdom for centuries. So why now? They don't think for themselves because they are feral. They only followed whoever managed to brainwash their rotten minds. So who was hiding behind these puppets? Why wasn’t the coward showing his face?Suddenly, I felt Kira
Kira’s POVBut even as I said it, confusion swirled inside me as we moved further out with the warriors. Can I really fight against my own father? I’d missed the better part of my life with him because he was rotting in a cell Adrian and his father threw him into. How will he feel if he sees me joining the very people that destroyed him to fight against him? The thought made my stomach twist.Leah’s voice was firm in my head. ‘You’re the Queen of Draven now, Kira. Your loyalty lies with your mate and your kingdom. With our family.’The sound of the approaching rogues grew louder…massive paws pounding the ground, getting closer and closer. Our own army took formation around us, a wall of wolves and armed fighters under the glaring lights. Tension crackled in the air as warriors shifted restlessly, claws out, eyes glowing. The night smelled of pine, sweat, and impending violence.Adrian squeezed my hand tightly and all my doubts ebbed away in that single touch. Leah was right. My f
Adrain’s POVDerek snarled angrily when we saw it.Blood on the snow.Dark red, dried into rusty streaks against the white. Not much…just drops, smeared like she’d scratched herself on a branch or fallen. My heart slammed against my ribs.A wild animal? One of the cursed beasts? Had something sunk
Lady Margaret’s POVI swept into my private chambers, the heavy door clicking shut behind me like the closing of a trap. The fire in the hearth crackled low, casting long shadows across the velvet drapes and gilded mirrors. I paused before the largest one, studying my reflection with cold satisfac
Lady Margaret’s POVMy eyes snapped open to an empty bed, the sheets beside me already cold.Gone.That little worm Philip was gone.I bolted upright, the thin blanket slipping from my naked skin as fury ignited in my chest like wildfire. The room still smelled of sex and sweat, a cruel reminder of
Lady Margaret’s POVI was getting ready to leave my chamber, hopefully I’d sniff out what they were all hiding or, at the very least, track down that sleazy bastard who’d nearly torn my legs apart with his thick, eager cock. My thighs still carried the faint ache from hours ago, a reminder that pi







