KNOXDad's study feels different when we arrive—charged with an energy that makes my skin crawl. The familiar scent of blackberry tea and old books is overpowered by something else, something that tastes like copper and shadows. Candles flicker despite the absence of any breeze, casting dancing shadows across the walls lined with ancient tomes.But it's not just Dad waiting for us. A woman I vaguely recognize sits in one of the leather chairs facing his desk, her silver hair braided with small bones and feathers. She's elderly but moves with the fluid grace of someone far younger, her dark eyes sharp with intelligence.Elder Lina. I've seen her at various ceremonies over the years, always hovering at the edges, speaking in whispers to other pack elders. But I've never known much about her background beyond her role in castle rituals."Knox, Noah, Astor," Dad greets us with unusual formality. His face looks more haggard than when we last spoke about the white wolf. "Thank you for comin
KnoxThe scent of her arousal still lingers in my chambers three days later, a constant reminder of how close we came to mating that night. I can still feel the way Aubrey's body responded to mine—the soft catch of her breath, the way she arched into my touch, the heat that radiated from her skin like she was burning for me. Her wolf wanted me; hell, every cell in her body was screaming for completion.So why did she run?This wasn't like her nightmares—those happen when she's asleep, vulnerable, lost in memories of her family's massacre. This was different. She was awake, responsive, completely present with me until something triggered that sudden shift from desperate desire to panic. Whatever sent her fleeing from my chambers cut through the mate bond's pull in the middle of our most intimate moment.I've replayed that instant a thousand times—the way her body went rigid, the terror that flashed across her face, how she shoved me away like I'd suddenly become a threat instead of her
The thought should make me turn around, should send me fleeing back to my chambers where I can maintain the safe distance that protects us both. But standing here, seeing the genuine concern in his green eyes, feeling the warmth radiating from his skin—it makes Jax's cold commands feel like poison in my veins.I'm so tired of being a weapon. So tired of calculating every move, every word, every breath around this man who looks at me like I'm something precious. For just one moment, I want to forget the mission, forget the nightmares, forget everything except the way Knox makes me feel when his walls are down and mine haven't been rebuilt yet.Just once, I tell myself desperately. Just once, let me feel something real instead of this endless guilt. I step forward and press my lips to his.Knox freezes for a heartbeat, clearly caught off guard by my sudden aggression. But then his arms come around me, pulling me closer as he responds to the kiss with a hunger that matches my own. His sk
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