LOGINThe curse is gone. Not just broken, not just lifted—but dissolved so completely that the land feels as if it never bore its weight.The air is softer, sweeter, touched by a warmth that runs deeper than the sun. It thrums beneath my bare feet with each step I take across the moss-laced path.The Holl
Elunara trembles in my arms, her skin slick with sweat. Her breath still comes fast, but the magic has begun to settle.The earth is quiet again. Not empty—sated.She leans into my chest, exhausted and radiant. I press a kiss to her temple, tasting the salt of her skin. My lips linger there longer t
“Perfect,” he breathes. “Made for us. Made for me.”The words unravel me.There is no fear. No doubt. Only the sound of skin against skin, the heat of him inside me, the pull of his mouth at my breast, and the wild, holy thing rising in my chest that screams yes as I shatter around him.Yes to this
I lower myself onto him slowly, deliberately. Every inch of contact is heat and friction and desperate need. His hands grip my hips like he’s anchoring himself to the world through me.As I take him fully, a gasp breaks from my lips—and a low growl rumbles from his throat.“Khael…” I whisper, overwh
The people on the other side of the veil stand silent from where I am, their mouths parted in cheers I cannot yet receive. But I feel them. In my ribs. In my throat. In the hollow of my chest.It’s not just their joy. It’s their welcome.I’ve never known these people. And still, I know them. Not by
We move as one toward the edge of the Hollow, toward the field where the veil thinned under the last full moon. Where we showed her what remained of our world beyond.The stars blaze above, casting a bright light against the obsidian sky. The Milk Moon hasn’t reached its peak yet, but it’s close. Hi
I’ll show her how.She’ll learn the rhythm of magic the same way she’s learning her body—through sensation, through surrender. Through the deep knowing that can’t be spoken. Only felt, lived. She’ll learn how to anchor herself to the ground, how to pull strength from the silence between heartbeats,
The saddle creaks beneath my palm as I tighten the last strap. Sunlight filters through the trees, catching the edge of my blade where it hangs at my hip. It’s late morning, the barn behind me still humming with the scent of warm hay, wood, and the ghost of her body.I slide my hand into the saddleb
My beast turns feral. ‘Just one taste’, it whispers. Just one, I agree. I lift my fingers to my lips. The scent of her submission fills my nostrils, drawing a growl from deep in my chest.Then I taste her, and my vision goes dark. Saliva floods my mouth, needing more, but I push it down. I will devo
Elunara is draped against my chest, soft and pliant in the cradle of my arms. Her breath is slow, deep, the edges of each exhale still tinged with the echo of her climax. The scent of her—earth, heat, surrender—wraps around me.She’s quiet, but not gone. I feel her awareness in the way her fingers b







