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DOMESTIC BLISS

Auteur: Aicy
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As the door to the Alpha Suite clicked shut, the heavy bolt slid home with a sound of finality.

The room was bathed in the soft, flickering light of the hearth fire. The massive four-poster bed—the one Philia had stolen, the one Oreon had been exiled from—stood in the center of the room, dressed in fresh linens that smelled of nothing but home.

Oreon stood with his back to the door. He was still wearing his coronation finery, the black tunic unlaced at the throat. He looked at Eltonia.

She stoo
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  • Vying For The Alpha's Heart   EPILOGUE 2: THE ALPHA’S PEACE

    Five years later, the gardens of Ashwood Castle were no longer a place of secrets or madness. They were a riot of color; wildflowers, roses, and herbs growing in happy chaos.In the center of the green, near the old oak tree where a weary Alpha had once confessed his fears to a servant girl, a duel was taking place.It was a battle of titans.On one side stood Alpha Oreon. He was older now, the lines around his eyes deepened by laughter rather than worry. His broad shoulders filled out his simple linen tunic, and the burn scars on his neck were silvered with time, no longer angry red. He held a small, blunt wooden sword in his massive hand.On the other side stood his opponent.She was four years old. She had a mop of unruly dark curls that bounced when she moved, big brown eyes that missed nothing, and a missing front tooth. She gripped her own tiny wooden sword with both hands, with an expression of adorable determination."Stance, Tamsin," Oreon instructed. "Feet apart. Balance is e

  • Vying For The Alpha's Heart   EPILOGUE 1: THE BETA’S CHAOS

    The midday meal in the Great Hall was usually a disciplined affair for the guards. They ate stew, they talked about patrol routes, and they polished their armor.But lately, the Beta’s table had become a spectator sport.Lyra sat on a bench, surrounded by a fortress of small bowls. One held pickles. One held strawberry jam. One held spicy mustard. And one held a chunk of blue cheese that smelled so strong two recruits had asked to be reassigned to the outer wall just to escape the fumes.She dipped a pickle into the jam, then the mustard. She took a bite. She moaned happily.Beside her, Beta Kael watched with an expression of intense fascination. He wasn't eating. He was just watching her chew."Stop staring at me," Lyra mumbled with her mouth full. "You’re making the recruits nervous. They think I’m eating a biological weapon.""You are eating nutrition," Kael stated seriously. He reached out with a napkin and wiped a smear of mustard from the corner of her mouth. His thumb lingered

  • Vying For The Alpha's Heart   THE FUTURE

    Six months later, the main gate of Ashwood Castle did not creak.It sang.The new gates were not just iron. They were a composite of steel alloy and weirwood, reinforced with runes carved by the new Pack Enchanter. They were three feet thick, perfectly balanced, and designed to withstand a battering ram, a giant, or a very angry warlord with a hammer.Inside the Alpha’s study, the atmosphere had changed, too.Gone was the smell of stale wine and fear. The heavy curtains had been replaced with airy linen that let the autumn sun flood the room. Vases of fresh wildflowers—Eltonia’s touch—sat on every surface.Oreon sat behind his desk. He wasn't hunched over in pain. He sat back, one boot resting casually on an open drawer, with a relaxed smile playing on his lips."The trade agreement with the River Pack is finalized," Beta Kael announced, placing a scroll on the desk. "They agreed to the new timber tariffs. And they sent a gift. Three barrels of smoked trout.""Trout," Oreon mused. "E

  • Vying For The Alpha's Heart   DOMESTIC BLISS

    As the door to the Alpha Suite clicked shut, the heavy bolt slid home with a sound of finality.The room was bathed in the soft, flickering light of the hearth fire. The massive four-poster bed—the one Philia had stolen, the one Oreon had been exiled from—stood in the center of the room, dressed in fresh linens that smelled of nothing but home.Oreon stood with his back to the door. He was still wearing his coronation finery, the black tunic unlaced at the throat. He looked at Eltonia.She stood by the bed, the gold dress shimmering in the firelight. The crown of the Luna was still on her head."We are alone," Oreon murmured, almost roughly."No guards," Eltonia whispered; she couldn't stop her hands trembling slightly as she touched the bedpost. "No Council… or assassins.""Just us."Oreon crossed the room. He moved with a slow intent that made Eltonia’s breath quicken. He stopped in front of her. He reached up and gently lifted the crown from her head, then set it on the bedside ta

  • Vying For The Alpha's Heart   LOOSE ENDS

    The week following the coronation was not filled with feasts, but with trials.In the Alpha’s study, the mood was strangely light, despite the serious nature of the meeting. Oreon sat behind his desk, staring at his Gamma with an expression of bewilderment."Let me get this straight," Oreon said, leaning forward. "You... the man who irons his socks... the man who considers a five-minute delay a tactical failure... you had a secret affair with the assassin hired to kill me?"Gamma Kornel stood at attention, his face impassive, though the tips of his ears were burning red. "It was... a complicated situation, Alpha.""She was the Ghost of the North!" Oreon exclaimed, throwing his hands up. "You met her in a blizzard? You... cuddled for warmth?""Necessary heat exchange," Kornel corrected stiffly.Oreon laughed. He couldn't help it. He laughed until his ribs hurt. "Kornel, you are full of surprises. You let her go. You protected her." "I failed my duty," Kornel said. "I compromised the p

  • Vying For The Alpha's Heart   THE CORONATION

    The morning sun hit the high towers of Ashwood Castle, but for the first time in months, it didn't reveal cracks, soot, or enemy armies. It revealed banners of deep forest green and gold snapping in the crisp wind.Inside the Master Suite, which had been reclaimed, scrubbed of rosewater, and filled with fresh wildflowers, Eltonia stood before a full-length mirror.She held her breath.The reflection staring back at her was a stranger.Gone was the grey wool of the penitent. Gone was the brown linen of the servant.She was wearing gold.It was a gown of heavy, liquid silk that shimmered like molten sunlight with every breath she took. The bodice was fitted, embroidered with tiny golden leaves that trailed down the skirt in a flowy vine. It was regal and radiant. It was the color of the honey-drop Oreon had given her eleven years ago."Stop holding your breath," a voice chided from behind her. "You’ll pass out before you get the crown, and I am not dragging you down the aisle. That dres

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