Se connecterVuk Kael LaskovićLast night I stood before the court and declared what the moon had already decided: Maureen Laurent is my Luna.The words barely left my mouth before the hall exploded—howls crashing against obsidian walls, fists thundering on tables, elders dropping to one knee while the young wolves bared throats in raw submission.No one dared speak against it. Not after they saw the fire in her silver eyes. Not after they felt the bond snap taut between us like a live wire.Tonight we stand at the Selene Altar.The peak is carved open to the sky. The blood moon hangs low and bloated, bleeding crimson across snow and stone. Torches burn infernal blue in iron rings around the ritual circle. Hundreds of wolves form a silent wall—elders in silver-threaded robes, scarred warriors bare-chested, young ones barely containing their tremble.The air is thick with pine smoke, old blood, and the electric hum of anticipation.Maureen stands beside me in white silk that catches the m
Maureen Laurent:Vuk had shamelessly catered to me for one whole week now.Every morning: warm tea laced with honey and moonflower petals left on the bedside table before I even opened my eyes.Every afternoon: new silk dresses laid out—soft blacks and deep crimsons that hugged my curves like they were made from shadows and starlight.Every evening: his massive frame curled around mine on the furs, claws retracted, voice low and rumbling stories of ancient northern wars until my eyelids grew heavy and the nightmares stayed away.He never once asked for anything in return.Not gratitude. Not submission. Not even the title he’d once offered like a crown forged in hellfire.And right now, feeling good—actually good, the kind of good that settles warm in your chest instead of clawing at your throat—I didn’t know what to do for him.So I decided to make him heartwarming cookies.Nothing fancy. Just simple vanilla dough, brown sugar, chunks of dark chocolate that would melt into gooey
Nyxara:One week laterThe Shadow Court had stripped me bare.My house, my vault, my last glittering coin—gone.All that remained was this threadbare patrol uniform, rough and ugly, clinging to my curves like a jealous ex who refused to let go. It itched against my scales, chafed my sensitive skin, and did nothing to hide how my body still remembered what luxury felt like. My horns felt dull, my tail hung heavy and listless from days of power-suppression wards, and every muscle screamed from patrol punishment.I was homeless.Broke.And so fucking tired of being good.Then I saw them.Two ridiculous, gorgeous males waving at me like hormonal teenagers trying to flag down the last taxi on earth. Eryx with his wild, over-the-top arm flailing, all cocky grin and storm-wind scent. Azrael beside him, taller, broader, shadows licking at his shoulders like living tattoos—trying to look dignified while still waving just as frantically.My heart gave a traitorous little thud.I walked toward
Maureen Laurent The early morning sun slipped through the heavy black curtains like liquid gold, painting stripes across my face. I blinked awake slowly, the headache still there but dull now—a faint throb instead of the pounding hammer it had been all night. My body felt heavy, wrung out, but cool. Finally cool. I turned my head. Vuk was still beside me. He hadn’t moved an inch. His massive frame took up most of the bed, one arm thrown possessively across my waist even in sleep, wings tucked away, horns gone, looking almost… human. Almost peaceful. Dark lashes fanned against his cheeks, chest rising and falling in deep, even breaths. The faint golden veins under his skin pulsed lazily, like dying embers. I smiled despite myself. That damned fever. Careful not to wake him, I slid out from under his arm. My legs wobbled for a second when my feet hit the cold stone floor, but I steadied myself. The room smelled like him—pine, smoke, and something darker, something that still ma
Maureen LaurentThe massive bed sank beside me, heavy and warm, and I knew without opening my eyes that Vuk was back.I didn’t move. Couldn’t. My whole body felt like it had been dragged through fire and left to smolder. Heat poured off my skin in waves, my head pounded in time with my heartbeat, and every breath felt like swallowing glass. Fever. Bad one. The kind that makes the world tilt even when you’re lying still.I heard the sheets rustle, felt the mattress dip deeper as he shifted closer. Then strong arms were sliding under me—careful, but urgent—lifting me like I weighed nothing. My head lolled against his chest; his scent wrapped around me like smoke and pine and something darker, something that should have soothed me but only made the dizziness worse.He carried me out of the bedroom, through the shadowed corridors, straight into the bathing chamber. Cold marble met my fever-hot skin when he set me down on the edge of the massive obsidian tub. Water started running—warm, no
Vuk Kael LaskovićJust as I landed on this gods-forsaken land, I got one of the worst news possible.My land. My home. My fucking dominion—reduced to a marketplace for child trafficking, human and beast exploitation. The report hit me like a silver blade between the ribs before the transport’s wheels even stopped spinning in the snow. Pups ripped from border villages at three in the morning, half-breeds drugged senseless in lightless holding pens, human children collared and sold like butcher’s cuts. All of it happening under my own roof while I was away burning the southern cartels to glass.I didn’t put my fist through the nearest wall.I didn’t even snarl.I simply walked into the great courtroom of Blackspire Keep and took the high seat.The hall was already packed: elders in their silver-trimmed ceremonial robes pretending their hands were clean, nobles hiding behind porcelain masks and expensive perfume, guards standing rigid as if posture alone could save them from what was com
– Maureen LaurentI stood at the top of the staircase longer than I meant to, fingers tight around the banister, heart hammering so hard I was sure the entire fortress could hear it.The gown felt like liquid sin against my skin—deep wine-red satin that Livia had laid out with a knowing smile, sayi
– Vuk Kael LaskovićThe fortress gates closed behind us with a heavy thud that echoed through my bones like a war drum finally falling silent.We walked the corridors in charged quiet — no words, just the soft click of her heels and the low thunder of my pulse. Every guard we passed dropped to one
– Maureen Laurent“My glass,” he says, voice low and fierce. “And I will murder anyone who risks a single crack.”His arms are still around me, warm and iron-strong. The bond hums between us, bright and insistent, pulling me closer even as something inside me panics.I draw a careful breath.“Can I
– Vuk Kael LaskovićShe stood at the balcony doors, moonlight spilling over her like liquid silver, turning the bite on her shoulder into a living brand. My mark. My moon.I crossed the room in three strides, unable to stay away a second longer. My hands found her waist, careful—always so fucking c







