LOGINWe hadn’t even caught our breath from the first time. Jason was still inside me—deep, thick, softening only slightly—his hips pressed tight against mine, both of us leaning against the rough pine trunk. My back was scratched from bark, breasts tingling from the friction, thighs slick and trembling around his waist. My arms were looped around his neck, fingers buried in his hair, holding on like he might vanish again if I let go. His forehead rested against mine. Our breaths mingled—hot, ragged, tasting of salt and each other. I could feel his heartbeat slamming against my chest, matching the frantic pulse between my legs. He was still hard enough that every tiny shift of his hips sent fresh sparks through me. He lifted his head just enough to look at me. Eyes molten gold. Jaw clenched. Sweat dripping from his temple down the side of his face. “You’re shaking,” he said—voice low, wrecked, almost reverent. “I know.” My own voice cracked—hoarse from screaming his name into the ni
The night was thick around us — black trees pressing in close, leaves rustling like whispers, the air heavy with damp earth and pine. We had run for hours — feet pounding dirt paths, hearts slamming against ribs — until the castle lights were gone and the only sound left was our breathing and the distant howl of wind through the branches. We had escaped my father’s guards, escaped the chains he tried to put on me again, escaped the Blood Prophet’s shadow that seemed to follow every step. For now, we were alone. Safe. Hidden. Finally. Jason stopped first — chest heaving, hand still gripping mine so tight it almost hurt. We stood in a small clearing — moonlight cutting through the canopy in thin silver blades, lighting his face in sharp angles. Sweat glistened on his brow. His shirt was torn at the shoulder from where a branch had caught him. His eyes — gold and wild — locked on mine. He didn’t speak. Neither did I. The space between us disappeared in one step. His hands came u
The first thing I felt was warmth. Soft. Gentle. Not the cold stone of the arena. Not the hard ground of the forest. Warm. My eyes slowly fluttered open. For a moment, everything was blurry. My head felt heavy, like I had been sleeping for days. The air smelled different too—fresh leaves, wood smoke, and something rich and savory. Food. My stomach twisted immediately. Only then did my memory come rushing back. The arena. Dragon. Jason. My breath caught as I pushed myself up slightly. I was lying on a bed made of thick furs inside a small wooden shelter. Light from a low fire flickered across the walls, making soft shadows dance. Where…? Then I saw him. Jason sat near the fire, his broad back facing me. His dark hair was slightly messy, and his shoulders moved slowly as he worked over the flames. He was roasting meat. Relief hit me so suddenly my chest hurt. He’s okay… I must have made a sound because his head turned quickly. His sharp eyes met mine. For one se
For a moment… I thought I was dreaming. Because the scent that filled my nose— Warm. Wild. Familiar— It was Jason. Strong arms suddenly wrapped around me before my weak body could hit the ground again. I gasped softly as I was pulled against a hard chest. Safe. So painfully safe. My head fell against him without my permission. My body had no strength left to pretend. No strength left to fight. “…Jason…” I breathed weakly. His grip on me tightened immediately. “I’ve got you,” he murmured low, close to my ear. My heart twisted. Even through the pain… Even through the noise of the crowd… Just hearing his voice made something inside me calm down. But only for a second. Because then— Jason’s body went rigid. The air around us turned cold. Dangerous. Slowly, he lifted his head. And when he spoke— His voice was sharp with anger. “She’s too weak to fight!” The arena went quieter. Not silent… But tense. Heavy. I forced my blurry eyes open. My father still sa
The world tilted slowly. Not because the ground moved… But because I could barely hold myself up anymore. Every breath I took burned in my chest. Every small movement sent sharp pain through my body. Across from me, Dragon stood tall and steady, like the fight had only just begun for him. For me… It already felt like the end. The crowd’s voices rolled over the arena like thunder. “DRAGON!” “FINISH IT!” “END HER!” Their voices pressed against my ears, loud and wild. I forced my shaking hands into the dirt and pushed myself up. Slowly. Painfully. My knees wobbled the moment I stood. Dragon watched me carefully. Not mocking. Not angry. Just… waiting. Like he knew exactly what would happen next. I swallowed hard and lifted my chin. “I’m… not done,” I said, though my voice came out weak. Dragon’s eyes narrowed slightly. “You should be,” he replied calmly. Then he moved. Not fast. Not rushed. Just one smooth step forward— But the air shifted. My wolf stirred
The moment the man called Dragon stepped fully into the arena… Everything changed. The air felt heavier. Thicker. Like the whole world had suddenly decided to press down on my shoulders. I swallowed slowly. The cheers of the crowd faded into a dull roar in my ears. He walked forward with slow, steady steps. Not rushed. Not tense. Just… calm. Too calm. My fingers curled slightly. Something about him made the small hairs on my arms rise. Danger. Pure danger. He stopped a few steps away from me. His sharp eyes scanned me from head to toe, like he was measuring something only he could see. Then he tilted his head slightly. “You’re the princess?” he asked, voice deep and even. I lifted my chin. “Yes.” He hummed softly. Not impressed. Not surprised. Just… observing. Behind me, the crowd was already screaming for blood. “DRAGON!” “END IT!” “FINISH HER!” My heart pounded hard in my chest, but I forced my feet to stay planted. I had come too far to freeze now.
Jason stared at me for a long time.Not like an Alpha looking at an enemy.Not like a man looking at prey.He stared like someone trying to remember a dream after waking up.His red eyes slowly dimmed, turning darker, confused. His hands were shaking. His chest rose and fell hard, like breathing hu
Cold.That was the first thing I felt.Cold iron under my fingers. Cold stone under my feet. Cold air crawling over my skin like it hated me.I opened my eyes slowly.Bars.Iron bars.A cage.My heart dropped so fast it felt like it shattered inside my chest.“No…
The cage had grown colder than it had been before. I could feel the chill crawling under my skin, wrapping around my bones, and the iron biting into my fingers every time I touched the bars. Hours had passed—or maybe it had been days. Time had lost its meaning inside this dark, silent place. My sto
The prison was too quiet.Not the normal quiet that comes with night. This one felt wrong. Heavy. Like the walls themselves were listening. The air smelled of iron and old stone, and every breath felt thick in my chest. Jason stood in front of me, chains hanging from his wrists, his shoulders tense







