INICIAR SESIÓNHome had never been a home. Just a prison with him as the warden.The first time I felt anything like safe again, it was with Liora, months after I met her, sitting beside me on that rooftop when I was so piss drunk I poured my heart out. The words rushed out, and she didn’t judge me, and that was t
Callum’s POVI’d expected a moment of hesitation, some part of him weighing what he was actually about to do—whether fighting his own son for the right to sell him was worth it.There wasn’t one.My father’s fist caught me in the jaw before I’d even fully raised my hands, and I stumbled back into th
Callum’s POVWe planned to make it to the royal city by mid-afternoon, which should have given us just enough time to prepare.That was, if the plan worked.But there were two hundred of us, give or take. Many had come on foot in wolf form. Cars carried the rest. We had to take back roads and travel
She was released from service by the next day. My father, who had only married her a few months prior, didn’t question it. She was a Queen by then, and a Queen shouldn’t be a spy.But I knew he never expected her to turn into what she did. No one did.I thought about her hands last night, the ones I
Liora’s POVI couldn’t stop thinking about the window seat.The wedding was three hours out. The maids had finished with my hair and left me alone to “rest,” which really just meant a guard outside my door and nothing to do but lie there counting cracks in the ceiling and replaying my father’s voice
A few scattered murmurs broke the silence.“I’m a fuck up who probably doesn’t deserve to become King Consort. But I’d burn this kingdom down brick by brick before I let anyone hurt her again, and until she’s back on that throne, I serve my true Queen and nobody else.”I exhaled.“I’m asking you to







