KNOX
I storm into my quarters, slamming the door hard enough to rattle the ancient wood. My blood boils at my father's latest demand. He can't be fucking serious.
"Oh, but he is," my wolf rumbles, smug satisfaction dripping from every word. "And I agree with him completely. Audrey should move into our quarters. The sooner, the better."
If I could manifest this bastard part of myself right now, I'd punch him in his fucking face.
"You just want to fuck her," I accuse.
"No... Yes." A pause. *"Both."
I can't help but let out a dark chuckle at his honesty.
AUBREYThe nightmares are killing me.Every time I close my eyes, I'm thirteen again, watching my family die in an endless loop of blood and screaming. The memories play with brutal clarity—my mother's head rolling across the grass, my brother's defiant cry cutting off mid-breath, the metallic taste of terror coating my tongue. Night after night, I jolt awake gasping and drenched in sweat, my heart hammering against my ribs like it's trying to escape.Knox's abrupt departure from the family meeting barely registers through my exhaustion. I catch a glimpse of his rigid shoulders as he storms out, but I can't muster the energy to care about whatever's bothering him. All I want is to drag myself back to my chambers and collapse into bed, even knowing sleep will only bring more horrors."Aubrey, wait." Iris's gentle voice stops me before I can escape. She rises from Astor's lap with fluid grace, her green eyes soft with concern. "Can we talk? Just for a minute?"I force myself to nod, tho
KNOXThe clang of steel against steel echoes through the castle corridors as I make my way toward the family meeting, the sound of ongoing preparations for the binding ceremony filling every corner of our home. Servants rush past carrying armfuls of white silk and winter roses, their faces flushed with the constant activity that's consumed the castle since our engagement announcement. The scent of pine and cinnamon drifts from the great hall where workers have been planning the altar construction, mixing with the underlying tension that's been building all week.The ceremony preparations are moving forward steadily, though we still have time before the winter solstice. Still, the reality of what's coming makes Liam practically purr with satisfaction every time I think about it."Soon," he rumbles contentedly. "Soon she'll bear our mark, and there will be no more uncertainty."I push his voice aside, unwilling to admit how much I agree with him. A Crown Prince doesn't get giddy about h
JAXThe fine crystal wine glass feels fragile between my fingers as I take another sip, letting the rich burgundy coat my tongue while my mind churns through countless possibilities. It's been too long since I last heard from Aubrey, and the silence gnaws at me like a persistent wound.My mahogany dining table stretches before me, polished to mirror perfection and laden with tonight's feast—roasted duck with cherry glaze, winter vegetables that cost more than most families see in a month, bread still warm from the ovens. All of it tastes like ash while uncertainty eats away at my carefully constructed plans.Has she seduced Knox as I commanded? Is she gathering the intelligence I need to bring down that bastard's defenses?The blade of my dinner knife catches the candlelight as I methodically cut another piece of duck, each slice precise and controlled. Control—that's what this is all about. Control over Aubrey, over the mission, over the ultimate destruction of everything Knox holds
The kiss lingers on my lips like a brand, Knox's taste still flooding my senses. My wolf practically purrs with satisfaction, every nerve ending singing from the contact with our mate. The primal satisfaction radiating through my body makes me want to scream.How can my body betray me like this?Knox's thumb traces my cheek with devastating tenderness, his green eyes soft with an emotion that makes my chest ache. Before I can step away, before I can rebuild the walls that keep crumbling around him, he leans down for another kiss.This one starts gentle—a soft brush of lips that should be easy to endure. But the moment our mouths connect, something ignites between us. The kiss deepens, his hand sliding to cup the back of my neck, and my treacherous body melts into him like I'm starving for his touch.Being kissed by one's mate is inherently blissful—every werewolf knows this. The Moon Goddess designed us to crave our other half, to find completion in their embrace. But knowing the scie
I stand before the ornate mirror in my chambers, adjusting the deep burgundy velvet gown I've chosen for tonight. The rich fabric hugs my curves perfectly, its elegant cut striking the right balance between formality and approachability. I've swept my dark hair into a sophisticated updo, leaving a few soft tendrils to frame my face.I look every inch the future Luna Queen.The irony makes my stomach turn.Tonight, I'll sit across from King Alexander knowing the truth. The man who ordered my family's execution will smile warmly at his son's mate, never suspecting that she's the sole survivor of his massacre. All those previous encounters—his paternal approval, his kind words about my place in the family—suddenly take on a sickening new meaning."Aubrey?" Knox's voice carries through the heavy wooden door, warm with anticipation. "Are you ready?"Ready to face my family's murderer over dinner? Ready to smile at the monster who destroyed my world?"Almost," I call back, my voice steadier
I force myself to smile as I accept the fresh roses Knox has delivered to my door, their crimson petals still damp with morning dew. The scent is overwhelming—sweet and cloying in a way that makes my stomach turn. But I cradle them carefully, letting appreciation soften my features as I breathe in their fragrance."They're beautiful," I murmur, glancing up at Knox through my lashes. The hope that flickers in his green eyes makes something twist in my chest, but I push the feeling down. "Thank you."His face lights up like I've just handed him the crown jewels. "I thought you might like the red ones better than the white," he says, stepping closer until his cedar and storm rain scent mingles with the roses. "They reminded me of your training leathers."The detail shouldn't touch me, but it does. He's been payin