LOGINKYLE’S POV “Kyle, wake up! Please, wake up!” a hand shakes me by the shoulder. Even with my eyes closed, I can tell it’s Katniss voice. “I am begging you, please wake up. You cannot die on me.”Everything hurts. My head hurts the most though. It feels like my skull is being struck by lightning by the second. I try to peel my eyes open, but they’re heavy. My lids feel like they have boulders holding them shut. “Hey, come on, wake up,” Katniss voice grows stronger. “They could be onto us at any moment.”Onto us? Who?Slowly, I peel my eyes open and I am immediately met with the sight of the sun. I groan, squinting my eyes against it as I wonder what is happening because the basement has no window, so where is the sun coming from?Katniss helps me stand up as my vision slowly gets clearer. There are arrows around me, stained with the navy blue of what seems to be my blood. Yet, I do not feel like I am bleeding from anywhere. Besides, with that many arrows, I am sure I would be dead by
I stare at Eliana like she has just grown two heads, but I do not say a thing. Not yet.“He is waiting,” she adds. “Let me take you to go meet him.”Still, I say nothing. But the name finally rings a bell. Orion. It’s the same name Isadora had mentioned earlier in her conversation with King Sven. The representative of the Alphas of the South. I know why he wants to meet me; after all, Eliana had mentioned it during our last conversation. He wants to know if King Sven is indeed a Fae.I take a step backward, but my back collides against the wall, stressing my neck. My jaw sets into a hard line. “I am not interested, Eliana,” I say, my voice cold and flat. “I don’t care about your visionary leader from the South. I don’t care about Orion. I have enough monsters to deal with without adding another one to the list. Find someone else to play your games with.”I turn to walk away, but Eliana steps directly into my path, blocking the exit with a strong hold on my shoulder. Her expression is
The last time I was on my knees right in front of King Sven was the day Carter died.It’s a day that will forever haunt me, branded into my memory as a monument to my own incompetence to show how useless, weak, and incapable I was to save a poor, innocent boy. I was forced to watch as King Sven casually tore his life away. Yet, even as his life snuffed out, Carter had smiled at me. Those wide, terror-stricken eyes had tried to reassure me that he didn’t blame me nor Kyle. Most of all, I remembered the lone tear that had trailed down his cooling cheek.Carter is dead. He gave his final breath to protect me and Kyle, and I refuse to let that sacrifice become a footnote in King Sven’s tyranny. I can’t let Kyle be next.“Please,” I beg, the word cracking around my bandaged throat. Warm tears well over my lashes, spilling hot and fast down my cheeks. “I will do anything. Absolutely anything. Just please, spare his life.”King Sven does not budge. He stands there like a statue carved from w
“Kyle cannot even kill a cockroach, so what do you mean he killed eleven people?” I yell before I can stop myself.Isadora gives me a long stare, before looking away from me to King Sven. “I have dispatched royal guards to the Shadow moon pack because our people are frenzied at the thought of a rogue Fae being loose,” she tells King Sven, completely brushing me off as though my query deserve no response. “I also gave a kill on sight order.”“No. You cannot do that. He is my brother, and I know him better than anyone in this Kingdom or anyone living, and Kyle would never hurt anyone. Like I said, he cannot even hurt a cockroach,” I plead, desperation seeping through the crack of my voice. I cannot let anything happen to Kyle… he must have been falsely accused. Knowing the hatred the people of Māui, and werewolves in general have for my kind, it’s plausible. “Investigate properly before accusing him. He already has a bounty on his head… he won’t be stupid enough to do that.”“You are ru
King Sven stiffens for a fraction before breaking the kiss, eyes boring into me as though I have grown an extra head, which I might have because there is no way I just kissed him and I did not even feel the need to pull away.Unlike the first time I kissed him, I did so because I felt like there was a need to comfort him. And I immediately regretted it. Not today though. This kiss feels different. It feels right.“I would not ask why you did that,” he says, calmly.His dark green eyes gradually circled with rings of fiery gold. The last time I saw his eyes like that was also during our first kiss — or peck, in King Sven’s words – and it was because I had compared him with his mother. It makes me wonder what triggers his golden eyes, but I don’t ask. Quite frankly, now isn’t even the right time to. Not when I still want to kiss him, but the look in his eyes confuses me.Does he hate me? Is that why he broke off the kiss? Just the thought makes my heart cry—“You still kiss like you did
Maggi watches from a distance as the royal physician attends to my swollen ankles, the chains sitting on top of it. The old man wraps them in a bandage, after applying an ointment that stung more than I expected. The same ointment was applied to my neck before being wrapped, now I know I look like someone being choked by a bandage.“No pressure should be exerted on these ankles unless you are keen on losing them, which I am pretty sure you are not,” The man jokes, grey eyes filled with kindness as he stares at me. It’s rare to meet someone who shows me kindness, much less a royal physician. He places my leg gently back on the bed and begins to pack his things. “I should leave now, but I would give you some pain relief medicines and a balm. Your legs should be treated like brittled glass, so I prescribe you apply the balm twice a day. And in the next three days you should be fully healed, same goes with your neck.”“Thank you,” I say, meaning every bit of it. “For attending to someone
The sun is already rising yet I could barely sleep through the night as my whole body aches. My eyes remain glued to the window in the hopes of some miracle lifting the barrier away will happen. Just as I attempt to stand up from the bed, a pain shoots through me, a reminder of the event that occur
King Sven doesn’t respond. With a sharp turn, Lady Gwendolyn and Lord Emmett walk away, their footsteps echoing as they disappear from the council chambers.When they’re out of sight, I finally let out a shaky breath, my fingers loosening from King Sven’s cloak. He turns to look at me, an unreadab
“You’re insane,” I say, my voice trembling as I stare up at King Sven. My pulse hammers as I take a step back, trying to process his words. He wants me to bear his child? Why me? But I don’t let the thought linger. My answer is cold and final. “I’d rather be used as a sex-toy than bear your child a
I blink once, then twice, trying to process what King Sven has just revealed. His mother was a Fae? Does that mean as well as being a werewolf-Lycan hybrid he is also part Fae? If his mother is a Fae, why does he hate our kind so much? Where are his wings? Did he have them cut off? The more I think







