LOGINEva, an emotionless executioner, is bound to an alpha king werewolf by fate. As dark secrets unravel—twin deceptions, cursed bloodlines, and ancient betrayals—Eva must confront her past and embrace her true power. Amid loyalty, lies, and love, she becomes the key to saving or dooming their supernatural world.
View MoreEva’s POV Sunlight spills across the room, warming the sheets as I wake beside Theo. His arm drapes over me, fingers brushing my shoulder, and for a moment, the world is still, quiet, perfect. I stir, letting him nuzzle my neck, breathing in his warmth. “Morning,” he murmurs, voice thick with sleep. “Morning,” I whisper back, pressing closer, savoring the simple intimacy. Then laughter—sharp, bright, irresistible—drifts from the garden. My eyes snap open. I frown, curiosity pulling me toward the balcony. Below, chaos unfolds like a scene from a painting I can’t stop staring at. Lenny is sprawled on the grass, Paris crouched atop him, roaring with laughter as he tackles him again and again. My young son—my heart wrapped in small human form—is gleefully squealing, delighted by every second. His name, my tribute to a man who once became like a father to me, feels weighty and full of meaning as I watch him. His tiny fists slap at Lenny’s shoulders as he giggles uncontrollably. Sonia
Eva’s POV The castle is buzzing, brighter than it has in decades. Every hallway smells of fresh flowers, incense, and a hint of warm honey from the kitchens. Theo has spared no detail. The coronation party is not just a celebration—it’s a declaration: I am his queen, and my place is beside him. I pace the corridor outside the grand hall, taking a deep breath, letting the energy of anticipation fill me. Sonia adjusts my veil, her fingers gentle but firm. “You look radiant,” she says, her smile soft but proud. I glance at her, at Trixie smoothing her own gown, at Samantha fussing slightly over the folds of her dress. “I feel like I’ve stepped into a dream,” I admit. Trixie grins. “Then let’s make it a perfect one. No fainting, no crying too early, just pure queen energy.” Samantha laughs, brushing a stray lock of hair from my face. “You are already perfect, Eva. No coronation could add more.” Just then, the doors swing open, and my heart skips. Mary enters, cradling her tiny
Eva’s POV The castle towers rise above the trees like a memory I once tried to bury. For so long, I thought I would never return here. And yet, here I am, and I am not alone. Our convoy rolls slowly into the courtyard, Theo at the forefront with Sonia and Michael hand in hand, Parker with Trixie, Lenny with Elias, all of us riding together, a united front. The engines cut off, and immediately, the castle’s inhabitants bow low in respect—warriors, servants, even children kneeling, heads lowered. The sight steals the air from my lungs. I glance around, taking in the familiar faces of my friends and mate, and the weight of home hits me full force. Sonia gives me a reassuring squeeze of her hand, Michael grins, Parker winks at Trixie, and Lenny leans slightly into Elias. I swallow hard, overwhelmed by how right it feels to be surrounded by them all. “Eva!” Samantha’s voice cuts through the quiet awe. “Carl!” My mother and father burst through the castle doors, running across the cour
Nathaniel’s POV The garden is quiet this afternoon. The sun filters through branches heavy with blossoms, and the air carries the faint perfume of lavender and rosemary. I follow the path between the hedges until I see them. Isabella sits on a stone bench, her hair loose over her shoulders, her fingers idly weaving a crown of daisies. Beside her, Simone kneels on the grass, laughing softly as a butterfly lands on her hand. For a moment, I stop walking. They look like a painting—mother and daughter, bound by blood and love, healing together. I clear my throat gently. “May I join you?” Isabella looks up, her smile blooming like the flowers around her. “Nathaniel. Of course.” Simone waves, her eyes bright. “Uncle!” She still says the word with wonder, as if tasting it on her tongue. I sit opposite them, folding my hands. “I’ve come with news. Good news, this time.” Isabella arches a brow. “Good news is rare from your lips. Tell us quickly before it changes.” I chuckle. “Your cove
Parker’s Point of View Mornings like this are rare. The window’s open just enough to let in a breeze that smells like pine and lavender. Trixie is curled beside me in a tangle of sheets and wild hair, wearing one of my shirts and a smug little smile because she knows it drives me crazy. Her bare
Eva’s point of view The past two weeks passed in a blur. Between decoding ancient crap, sneaking around castles at night, pretending I sleep more than three hours, and occasionally cuddling Theo like the emotionally unstable ball of knives that I am, time just slipped through my fingers. Now the
Eva’s point of view Two weeks pass like breath on glass. There—but fogged. Blurred at the edges. Some nights, it feels like I’m living in two worlds. The one where I lay with Theo, warm and steady, his arm heavy over my waist, his breath slowing the storm in my chest. And the other one—where I
Zach’s point of view The camp is quieter than usual this morning. Not the eerie kind of quiet that makes your skin crawl — but the kind that feels like a breath held just before a plunge. Too still. Too clean. Like something’s about to go very, very wrong—but not yet. I sit outside the infirmary






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