تسجيل الدخولAdrian’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
Kira’s POVThomas’s urgent voice boomed through the door, shattering the peaceful afterglow. “Your Majesties! An invasion has been sighted from the first tower! Rogues are approaching at full speed…hundreds of them!”Adrian and I were already moving. I rolled off the bed, heart slamming against my ribs, and yanked on a pair of dark trousers and a fitted top. My fingers worked fast, lacing up my boots before slipping a sharp knife into the hidden sheath on each side. The cool metal pressed reassuringly against my calves.Thomas kept talking through the door, voice tight. “They’re coming from the eastern ridge. No banners yet, but they’re moving like they mean war.”Adrian froze mid-motion, shirt half on. “What do you think you’re doing?” he asked, eyes narrowing as he watched me strap on the second knife.I straightened, adrenaline already pumping. “What does it look like in doing? Getting ready to fight. Duh.”“Whoa, whoa—” He stepped forward, hands raised. “There is no way I’m lett
Kira’s POVThree days. Three whole days of Adrian turning into the world’s most pathetic, lovesick puppy, and I still hadn’t let him off the hook.Every morning, fresh flowers waited on my bedside table…massive bouquets of wildflowers mixed with my favorite Camillas, each arrangement more ridiculous than the last. He’d bought me customized jewelry…a delicate gold necklace with a tiny wolf pendant that had both our initials engraved on the back, earrings that sparkled like stars, and a bracelet that chimed softly when I moved. New outfits filled my closet…soft, comfy outfits in every color I loved, plus lingerie I knew he’d picked out while imagining me in it.Yesterday he’d gone full extra. A sleek, limited-edition silver sports car had been delivered to the courtyard with my name embroidered on the leather seats in elegant script… Kira, Queen of My Heart. He’d stood there beaming like a kid who’d brought home straight A’s, waiting for me to jump into his arms.I didn’t. I just nod
Kira’s POVI exhaled sharply, rubbing my hands down my thighs as if that would erase the feeling of Liana’s fingers.My pulse was still too loud, too quick. The attic suddenly felt smaller than a coffin.‘Okay… Abby,’ I muttered in my head, staring at the cracked window like she might answer throug
Kira’s POVThe first thing I felt was confusion. The second was cold.This wasn’t my bed. The sheets smelled different…like smoke and pine…and the mattress was too soft. My eyes fluttered open, blinking at the tall ceiling above me. Where the hell was I?“Miranda?” My voice came out rough. I pushed
Kira’s POVI walked like a ghost on autopilot, the king’s handprint still burning on my ass, his taste still in my mouth, vampire blood still smeared on my jaw. School. He said school. Like I’m sixteen and late for homeroom. My brain kept replaying the last five minutes on loop…fangs, claws, a wom
Adrian’s POVMorning hit like a slap. I was already on the throne, legs spread, elbows on my knees, staring at the marble floor like it owed me answers. Four council members sat on the chairs to my left and right, old men in dark robes, pretending to look important. In front of me stood Caroline







