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
The connection ignites a visceral force inside of me, and I shatter on his cock and under his touch, screaming into the open field.I come to with ragged breaths as Darius kisses me. It’s deep; the emotion behind it brings a fresh wave of tears to my eyes. I have never felt love like this.Darius’s
“Yes,” I breathe. “I’m ready.”The words leave me without hesitation, not because I’ve rehearsed them, but because they’ve been etched beneath my skin since the moment I arrived.Darius doesn’t speak at first. He simply reaches out, his hand large and warm, closing around mine with a possessiveness
The moonlight spills across the field like liquid silver, and when I turn to look between them, they are already stepping forward—one by one. Darius first, his body tall and unyielding, carved from shadow and moonlight. Then Khael, silent and steady, eyes dark with heat and reverence. Vastian follow
The way I sense them now is not as I’ve known them before—not as the steady hands that held me, nor the voices that soothed my unrest—but as something far older and more primal.They are no longer only men.They are the hunt.They are the storm rolling toward me.I pause beneath a canopy of moon-kis







