LOGINMaureen LaskovicI had to make peace with myself if I wanted to stay sane.I carefully handed my babies over to the waiting court ladies. One of them stepped forward with a gentle smile.“You’ve done well, Luna. The babies are in safe hands.”I offered a small nod, though my chest felt tight. “Of course. It’s not as if you would harm the heir to the kingdom… right?”A tense silence fell as the women exchanged uneasy glances. I forced a soft laugh. “It was a joke. Relax.” I clasped my hands in front of me to hide their slight tremble. “Their feeding schedule will be sent to you shortly. If anything changes or if you need me, do not hesitate to send word. Have a pleasant day, ladies.”“Thank you, Luna,” they replied in unison, dipping into respectful curtsies.I returned a brief, graceful nod and turned to leave, my heart aching with every step away from my children.The court ladies assigned to the royal infants remained in the nursery chambers while I made my way toward the Royal Wing
Celeste:“What are you doing?”My voice cut through the corridor the moment I stepped forward, placing myself squarely in the doorway, blocking her path without hesitation.The black Incubus stopped.Nyxara.She didn’t look surprised. If anything — she looked amused. Her eyes dragged slowly over me, from head to toe, deliberate and unapologetic, before one brow arched slightly.“And you are?” she asked, her tone cool, edged with something mocking.My jaw tightened. “The Luna isn’t feeling well,” I said sharply, not bothering to hide the authority in my voice. “You can come back later.”She inhaled slowly, deeply, like she was tasting the air itself, then let it out just as slowly. Silence stretched, heavy. Then she stepped forward. I didn’t move.“Move,” she said simply.“No.”The word came out colder than I expected, my hand pressing lightly against the doorframe as I held my ground. “The Luna needs rest. I won’t have anyone disturbing her right now.”For a moment nothing happened. T
Maureen LaskovicAfter everything that happened yesterday, I tried to play it cool, but I couldn’t. I didn’t sleep at all, and the worst part is… I don’t even trust myself right now.Am I hallucinating? Dreaming? Is this just stress? And if it is stress, what the hell am I doing that’s causing it?“Is there something on your mind?” Vuk’s voice came again—gentle, yet edged with quiet concern. This was the third time he had asked.I still couldn’t bring myself to answer.It wasn’t that I didn’t want to. I simply didn’t know what to say.I shook my head slowly and dropped my gaze to the untouched steak on my plate. The knife and fork felt unnaturally heavy in my hands as I forced myself to cut into the meat.“I’m fine,” I lied. The words slipped out too quickly, too easily.“Is it because of the court ladies?” he pressed, watching me closely. “The rules? If they’re bothering you, we can change them.”My hands paused mid-motion for the briefest second before I continued cutting.“I said I
Maureen Laskovic:I stared at the still water of the pool, my thoughts drifting so far away that the world around me blurred into nothing.The surface barely moved, yet my mind refused to settle.Everything felt… too loud.Too heavy.Too close.“Are you okay?”The familiar voice cut through my thoughts, and I flinched slightly as I turned.Nyxara.“Hey…” I murmured, forcing something that resembled a smile.She didn’t return it.Instead, her brows pulled together as she walked closer, her gaze scanning my face like she was reading everything I wasn’t saying.“You don’t look good,” she said plainly.I let out a quiet breath, leaning back slightly against the edge behind me.“Welcome back, Nyx,” I said, attempting lightness. “I hope you got me something.”She huffed a small laugh, but it didn’t last.“Now what is it?” she asked, folding her arms.“Nothing.”Her expression didn’t change.“You’re lying.”I looked at her for a long second, then away again.Of course she would know.“You do
Maureen LaskovicIt had been a week since the poisoning.A week since my body had given out beneath me, since the taste of blood had filled my mouth, since the world had tilted so violently I thought I wouldn’t find my way back from it.And yet—I was still here.Breathing. Awake. Alive.Because of her.My fingers tightened slightly against the fabric resting on my lap as I looked up.Celeste stood a few steps away from me, quieter than I remembered, composed in a way that almost didn’t match the girl I had dismissed days ago. The bandage at her temple had been replaced, but the faint shadow of the wound remained. Her skin still held that fragile paleness, the kind that didn’t disappear overnight.She had been discharged this morning.And the moment she was strong enough to walk—She came here.“Luna,” she said softly, lowering her head.I watched her for a second longer than necessary, studying her face, searching without really meaning to. It was strange how different she looked now
Vuk Kael Laskovic :Tears dripped onto the floor in front of her. Her shoulders shook so violently I could hear her teeth chattering between sobs. The other maids looked away, uncomfortable. The guards shifted their weight but stayed silent.I watched her for a long moment. The raw terror. The genuine breakdown. The confession of prejudice that she could have hidden but didn’t. It all looked real.But the footage didn’t care about real.The witnesses didn’t care.And my mate had almost died.“Enough,” I said again, voice flat. I looked at the two enforcers by the door. “Take her to the lower cells. Full guard. No visitors. No contact.”Melinda’s scream tore out of her like something dying. “NO! Alpha—NO! Please! I didn’t do it! Don’t do this! I’m innocent! INNOCENT!”She scrambled backward, then lunged for the door. Her feet slipped on the wet floor from her own tears. She shoved past one guard, fingers clawing at the handle. The door cracked open an inch before the second guard grabb
NyxaraI couldn’t do this the normal way.Not with Voss’s files hanging over my head like a guillotine. Not with Lira sleeping on my couch, counting on me to fix this without both of us ending up dead or worse.I needed leverage. Real leverage. Something that would make even the elders pause before
Maureen Laurent:The dining hall was a cathedral of southern excess—crystal chandeliers dripping light like molten gold, white marble floors veined with green, the long table groaning under platters of roasted pheasant, glazed fruits, and delicate pastries that smelled like childhood summers I no l
_Vuk Kael LaskovićThe war room felt colder than usual, even with the hellfire veins pulsing behind the black glass walls.I was leaned back in the obsidian throne, flipping through a thick stack of border reports and land deeds on the holo-pad in front of me. The sweater Maureen made was hidden un
– Maureen LaurentI woke to silence and the faint ache of a body thoroughly claimed.The black furs were tangled around my legs, still warm from where he’d been, but the space beside me was empty. Cold, even. Vuk was gone.A soft sigh escaped me — half frustration, half lingering shyness. My thighs







