LOGINKahlan’s POVThe tension in the room was so thick you could cut it with a knife.. Soren stood stiffly beside me, his jaw locked, his eyes burning with the kind of anger I’d never seen before—not even during our worst fights. Across from him, his father looked entirely too calm, too in control, the faintest smirk tugging at the edge of his mouth, as if watching his son’s frustration was some kind of entertainment.“Would someone care to explain exactly what is going on here?” Ephraim asked, his tone smooth, too even. It was the kind of calm that warned you of a storm rather than promised peace.Soren’s voice came out cold. “It’s none of your business.”Ephraim’s smirk widened slightly. “Everything concerning my son’s behavior is my business.”I glanced between them, my stomach knotting. The air felt heavy, and I could almost see the invisible line of power pulling tight between father and son. I hated it—this coldness, this invisible battle that seemed to exist between them. Soren loo
Soren’s POV I woke up slowly, the sunlight tracing patterns on my eyelids, a total contrast to the pleasant weight across my chest. I didn't move, just lay there for a long minute, cataloging the warmth of the sheets, the faint, sweet smell of cinnamon and Kahlan’s shampoo, and the pure stillness of the morning.I turned my head slightly. Kahlan was curled into me, her dark hair a beautiful, chaotic mess against the white pillow, one hand resting right over my heart. She was still fast asleep, breathing in a soft and even manner. A genuine, easy smile stretched across my face. Last night was perfect. More than perfect. It felt like coming home, a feeling so simple and profound it made my chest ache a little.I carefully eased my arm out from under her, careful not to wake her. I slipped out of bed, grabbing the shirt I’d tossed onto the chair the night before. I paused by the window, the sun was already high enough to bathe the city in a golden haze. I had woken up after a few
Soren’s POVThe greenhouse door slams. My lock on the world.Kahlan’s spine hits the planter, jasmine petals scattering like snow. I drop to my knees, hands clamping her thighs. I wrench them apart so hard the ceramic edge bites her skin.“Look at this pretty cunt,” I growl, voice raw. “Dripping for me already.”I drag my tongue up her slit, slow, savoring every slick fold. She jerks, fingers twisting in my hair. I suck her clit between my lips, flicking fast, then slow.Her hips chase my mouth.“Soren—” she moans out and my aching cock thickens even further.I bite the soft inside of her thigh, teeth sinking deep. “Kahlan, I swear if you call out my name one more time, I'm not going to be able to control myself. So hush. You’ll take what I give.”I shove my tongue inside her, curling, pumping. My thumbs spread her wide, exposing every pink inch. She floods my mouth; I swallow her down like wine.Two fingers slide in beside my tongue, thick, rough. I crook them, hitting that spot t
Khalan's POVI stumbled, a goofy grin plastered across my face. “Watch it, you big oaf! Where are you even taking me? Is this a broom closet? I swear, if you trap me in a broom closet….”Soren’s low chuckle vibrated right through the hand holding mine. “Relax, darling. No broom closets. I promise. Though… you’d look excellent covered in dust bunnies.”“You are such an ass,” I muttered, but I leaned into his arm anyway. I tried to listen, to map the route. We’re climbing stairs… a lot of them. High up. Air’s getting thin.“We’re going up,” I declared triumphantly. “Are we on a roof? Please tell me you didn’t rent an entire roof, because if you did, I’ll have to spend the rest of my life trying to out-surprise you, and that is cruel.”“Just be quiet for another minute, will you?” he murmured, voice warm against my ear. His breath sent a shiver straight down my spine.He stopped. A heavy door clicked shut behind us, and something large shifted nearby. It was a deep, resonant thump that
Kahlan’s POV Soren was outnumbered. I could see it clearly now—five wolves against one. And still, he didn’t back down. His silver fur glowed faintly under the moonlight streaming through the tunnel cracks, his body low and ready, a deep rumble building in his throat that made the air vibrate. None of the wolves had lunged yet, but it was only a matter of time. They circled him, snarling, their claws scraping against stone. Every instinct in me screamed to run, but my feet stayed rooted, my heart hammering as I watched him. “Soren…” I whispered, my voice trembling. He turned his massive head slightly, those golden eyes flicking to me for just a second—as if telling me to go. Freya’s hand clamped around my wrist. “Standing here isn’t helping him,” she hissed, tugging at me. “He’s got this, Kahlan. We’ll only distract him.” “I can’t just—” “You can and you will,” she snapped, yanking harder. “Move!” Her tone broke through my hesitation, and I stumbled after her, my head twisting
Kahlan’s POv“Would you hurry up?” Freya’s voice cut through the sound of running water for what had to be the fifth time.“We’re already late. If we don’t leave now, the guards will switch patrols and we’ll get caught before we even reach the east courtyard.”I rolled my eyes even though she couldn’t see me. “Relax, Freya. You’re acting like the world’s going to end if we miss a few minutes of dancing.”“It might!” she shot back dramatically. “This is the only party before exam season starts. If I die without ever dancing under the academy’s moonlight fountain, bury me with glitter.”I laughed under my breath, turning off the faucet. “You’ll live. Just let me finish my hair.”But the next second—silence.No more impatient knocking. No humming. No sarcastic comments about how long I took.“Freya?” I called, stepping out of the bathroom, towel in hand. The room was quiet. Too quiet.My brows furrowed. Her dress still hung on the wardrobe door, her shoes tossed near the bed, but Freya







