LOGINRosemary’s POVI stretched slowly, my limbs heavy and warm under the sheets. Every muscle in my body thrummed with a deep, satisfying ache.Finally awake, are we? Celine’s voice echoed in my mind, smooth and purring with contentment.I could sleep for another three days, I thought back, burying my face into Kieran’s pillow. It still held his scent—cedarwood, rain, and fresh earth.Celine stretched inside me, her spirit golden and bright. He took good care of us. But we've been locked in these four walls long enough.A light knock sounded at the door before it swung open. A young servant girl stepped in, carefully balancing a large silver tray. The smell of roasted meats, fresh bread, and sweet berries filled the room instantly."The Alpha King sent this up for you, Luna," she said with a low bow, setting the tray on the table near the window before slipping out quietly.I sat up, wrapping the sheet around my waist, and reached straight for the small bowl of greenhouse berries. They
Kieran’s POVStepping out of our rooms after three days felt like stepping back into a world that had kept moving without us.My wolf was quiet for the first time in three days, calm and resting in the back of my mind. My body still felt warm with the memory of Rosemary—the soft gold of her skin in the sun, her hands on my shoulders, and her soft voice telling me she loved me.She was still sleeping in our bed, wrapped in a clean sheet. I had spent twenty minutes just watching her breathe before I put on clean clothes and went downstairs.When I pushed open the doors to my study, Marcus and Luke were already waiting for me.They sat at the long wooden table. Marcus was reading border reports. Luke was sitting back with his feet up on the table.The moment I walked in, both of them stopped talking.Luke looked up, a big grin spreading across his face."Well, look who's back," Luke said, taking his feet off the table with a thud. "The High King finally came out of his room.""Shut up, L
I woke to a profound ache between my thighs and a strange, empty feeling in my chest. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a pale, golden light across the room. I was alone in the bed. Panic, cold and sharp, lanced through me. I sat up, ignoring the soreness, my eyes scanning the empty room. "Kieran?" The bathroom door opened, and he walked out, a towel slung low on his hips, droplets of water glistening on his chest. He picked up a tray with a plate of food and a glass of water close to the door. "I'm here, Rosemary," he said, setting the tray on the nightstand. He sat on the edge of the bed, his hand coming to rest on my thigh. "How are you feeling?" "Sore," I admitted. "And... hungry." As if on cue, my stomach rumbled. He smiled, a genuine, unguarded smile that made my heart flutter. "I thought you might be." He picked up a piece of bread from the tray and held it to my lips. "Eat." I took a bite, my eyes never leaving his. He watched me with an intensity t
Rosemary’s POV The world had dissolved into a hazy, fever dream of need and heat. Every nerve ending was on fire, a deep throb building low in my belly, demanding something I couldn't name but desperately craved. My mind couldn't form a single coherent thought beyond Kieran. His name was a prayer on my lips, a plea whispered into the steamy air of our room. Then he was there. His presence was a sudden, grounding force in the storm of my heat. He laid me down on our bed, his touch a balm and a brand all at once. The cool water had been a brief solution, but now that he was so close, the fire inside me roared back to life, hotter and more demanding than before. "Don't worry, Rosemary," he whispered, and the deep rumble of his voice vibrated through my very bones. "I'll make everything all right." My hips lifted off the bed of their own accord, a silent offering. I could feel a slick wetness between my thighs, evidence of my body's desperate readiness. "Kieran..." I gasped as his f
Kieran’s POV When Tari’s frantic words hit my mindlink, my wolf surged forward with a roar so brutal it cracked the stone floor beneath my boots. *Heat.* Rosemary was in heat. I didn't use the stairs. I hurled myself over the stone balcony of the upper gallery, landing in the courtyard with a bone-rattling thud that kicked up cloud of dust. Servants and guards scattered in terror as my Alpha pressure flooded the entire castle grounds, heavy, suffocating, and dripping with raw possessiveness. My wolf was at the surface, his golden eyes burning through mine, claws itching to tear apart anything that stood between us and our mate. I sprinted toward the southern field, my speed blurring the world around me. The scent hit me before I even reached the treeline—thick, sweet, and intoxicating. Fresh rosemary and wild vanilla, heavy with the unmistakable, primal fragrance of a female wolf calling for her mate. Then I saw them. Tari was coming up the dirt path at a quick pace, ca
Rosemary’s POV It had been three weeks since the attack at the cottage where I was kidnapped. Three weeks of healing and slowly getting my peace back. The bad dreams had finally stopped, and the castle felt alive and busy. The Full Moon Run was only a few days away. This run was an old tradition where single wolves could run together in the woods and hopefully find their mates. As Luna, I was helping make sure the forest paths were clear and safe. This afternoon, I was down at the southern field. Construction on the new house for Omegas had officially started. You could hear the sound of hammers and saws as workers put heavy stone blocks into place. The floor outline was already done. "The workers said the first floor will be up by Friday," Lily said. She held up a piece of paper to block the bright sun. Beside her stood Chloe, the Beta’s mate, while Tari stood a few steps behind us, keeping a watchful eye on the perimeter as my guard. "It's moving really fast," Tari said, looki







