KNOX
I wake with Aubrey's scent surrounding me like a dream—vanilla and jasmine mixed with the musky aftermath of our lovemaking. My arm tightens around her waist automatically, pulling her warm body closer to mine as consciousness slowly returns. The memory of last night hits me in waves: her desperate kisses, the way she came apart in my arms, the sound of my name on her lips as I claimed her completely.
I press my face into Aubrey's dark hair, breathing in that addictive scent while my hand traces lazy patterns across the smooth skin of her hip. She's still naked beneath the sheets, her body fitting perfectly against mine like she was crafted specifically for this purpose. Which, according to the Moon Goddess, she was.
"Good morning, beautiful," I murmur against her shoulder, my voice rough with sleep and s
KNOXI wake with Aubrey's scent surrounding me like a dream—vanilla and jasmine mixed with the musky aftermath of our lovemaking. My arm tightens around her waist automatically, pulling her warm body closer to mine as consciousness slowly returns. The memory of last night hits me in waves: her desperate kisses, the way she came apart in my arms, the sound of my name on her lips as I claimed her completely.I press my face into Aubrey's dark hair, breathing in that addictive scent while my hand traces lazy patterns across the smooth skin of her hip. She's still naked beneath the sheets, her body fitting perfectly against mine like she was crafted specifically for this purpose. Which, according to the Moon Goddess, she was."Good morning, beautiful," I murmur against her shoulder, my voice rough with sleep and s
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVENAUBREYThe wooden platform creaks above me as I huddle in the shadows beneath, my thirteen-year-old body trembling with terror. The sweet scent of crushed wildflowers mingles with the metallic tang of blood, creating a nauseating combination that will haunt me forever.Screams pierce the air—voices I recognize, people I love. My brother James's voice rises above the chaos, defiant even as death closes in. Then it cuts off abruptly, and something inside my chest shatters."Find the girl!" a voice commands, cold and authoritative. "She can't have gone far."I press my hands over my mouth to stifle my sobs, my heart hammering so hard I'm sure they'll hear it. Through t
AUBREYI hadn't expected Knox's kiss to feel this... comforting. Despite everything Jax commanded, despite the mission burning in the back of my mind, there's something about the way Knox holds me that makes the world feel less sharp around the edges. His lips move against mine with a desperate hunger that mirrors something deep inside me, something I've been trying to ignore for weeks.The heat building between us is undeniable, electric in a way that has nothing to do with duty or manipulation. When I feel the hard evidence of his arousal pressing against me through his clothes, a thrill shoots through my body that's entirely my own reaction, not part of any plan.My hand slides downward almost of its own accord, my fingers grazing along the length of him through the fabric. The contact makes him groan softly against my mouth, a sound so raw and needy that it sends liquid fire straight to my core."Fuck, Aubrey," he breathes, his restraint crumbling as
KNOX"You're an idiot," Iris declares from her position curled against Astor's side on the burgundy velvet sofa. Her dark hair spills over his massive shoulder as she gestures dramatically with her wine glass. "A complete and utter fool."I drag a hand through my hair, still feeling the phantom weight of that emerald ring in my pocket. The sitting room feels too small suddenly, the ornate furniture and rich tapestries closing in around me like a trap. "Thank you for your overwhelming support, sister.""She's right," Mom says gently from her chair by the fireplace, her emerald silk dress pooling around her feet. The flames cast dancing shadows across her face, highlighting the concern etched in her features. "Knox, darling, you can't just... ambush a woman with a proposal. Especially not after kidnapping her."Dad remains silent in his leather armchair, nursing his brandy and staring into the fire. His disapproval radiates off him in waves—not about the failed proposal, but about my in
AUBREYI pace across my chamber like a caged wolf, my bare feet silent on the polished wooden floor. The burgundy velvet gown I wore to dinner lies crumpled in a corner where I threw it after returning from that disastrous proposal. My hair hangs loose around my shoulders, still tangled from Knox carrying me over his shoulder like some barbarian claiming his prize.What have I done?The memory of Knox's face when I laughed at his proposal makes my stomach twist with guilt. The hurt that flashed across his features, the way his shoulders sagged when I rejected him—it haunts me. But how could I have said yes? How could I betray everything Jax has done for me, everything he's sacrificed to give me purpose?The cool night air drifts through my open window, carrying the scent of roses from the garden below. Those damned roses. Even their perfume mocks me now, reminding me of the bouquet Knox scattered across the moss when I crushed his hopes.You're being dramatic, I tell myself, wrapping
JAXI lean back in my leather chair, savoring the expensive whiskey as I review the latest reports from my spies scattered throughout the kingdom. The amber liquid burns pleasantly down my throat while I study the carefully detailed accounts of fear and chaos my network has been sowing. Three villages reporting strange disappearances, livestock found mutilated in ritualistic patterns, families fleeing their homes in terror—all exactly as planned.My lips curve into a satisfied smile as I trace the red marks on the map spread across my mahogany desk. Each mark represents another step toward destabilizing Knox's future kingdom, another crack in the foundation of royal authority. The people are beginning to lose faith in their precious crown prince's ability to protect them. Soon, they'll be desperate for a new leader—someone strong enough to restore order to the chaos.Someone like me.A soft knock at my door interrupts my thoughts. "Enter," I call without looking up, assuming it's one