MasukAt first, I saw Caleb as nothing more than a brute, a vicious, ruthless tyrant who valued power above all else.While Caleb continues to be independent and stubborn, he has also become more compassionate. He is proud and strong, and loves me deeply. I cannot imagine a more perfect mate.A mate that
As I’m moving into Caleb’s room after today, I feel a sense of bittersweet nostalgia standing in my own room in the palace. Caleb has told me that the room will remain unchanged, and that I can continue to use it however I wish, but what I want most is to move forward in my life with him.I’m standi
Knees in the dirt, Caleb still manages to look proud, even as he surrenders.“I will give you the crown, if that is your wish. I will easily give you my life,” he says. “But do not harm my mate.”Tears well in my eyes. Caleb, my brave mate, so strong and proud, willing to lower himself to this becau
His face is pale, his cheeks sallow. All of his limbs sag heavily, as if being dragged down toward the ground with more than just gravity. He seems to be giving great effort even to just keep his head upright.“What do you want, Gladys?” he asks. There’s anger in his voice, but there’s also defeat.
Behind Samuel, I see Caleb rise up from the ground. He heaves like it costs him great effort to do so, yet determination sparks like fire in his eyes. With clear exertion, he forces his massive werewolf body to take a step forward. And then another, approaching Samuel.Samuel, who had shifted to hum
Caleb doesn’t answer, but I suppose he doesn’t need to. I know what he said. The soft way he is looking at me, combined with the tender way he strokes my cheek tells me all that I need to know.He said I am his mate.As a human, I can’t feel the draw of the mate bond as well as a werewolf could. I’d
Caleb sits on his throne, glaring down at the line of guards filed before him with clear, heartless distain. One or many of these guards directly betrayed Caleb. That none of them will give up the others tells him that all of them might as well have been responsible. How many of his soldiers hav
Finally, he receives his invitation to official join the rebellion. He’s given a cloak and a special patch that he is to sew on the inside of his clothing. He is also given the location of one of the rebellion’s strongholds. Finally, a break. Tristan sews the patch, knowing that if he is killed,
That night, after thoroughly showing his appreciation by ravishing Harper’s body, Caleb lies awake in the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Harper is tucked against him, breathing gently in her slumber. Her hand is on Caleb’s chest, her cheek pressed to his shoulder. One of her legs is hooked around
“My people!” Samuel calls, his voice hushing the crowd in a way that Tristan would have never expected from an Alpha as weak-willed as Samuel. He never impressed Tristan much at the capital. Has he been hiding this charismatic side of himself all this time? “My people!” he calls again. “Together,







