Lydia’s POVThis day could easily go down as the second-best day of my life.If anyone had told me I’d feel this happy being bonded to Leonidas, I would’ve laughed in their face, or maybe slapped them just to make a point. But here I was, smiling and giggling like a fool as Leonidas and I walked side by side down an unfamiliar path to me, yet one he knew like the back of his hand.He was telling me stories, childhood tales from a time before war and politics. He shared how he discovered his wolf, how it felt, and how proud his mother had been.“My mother killed the fattest animal that night,” he said, grinning slightly at the memory. “She invited the entire council and their families to celebrate. I was so embarrassed, being put on display like that.”I smiled harder. “What about your father?”He always spoke so fondly of his mother and brother, but never his father. I had noticed it before, how his tone subtly shifted when the subject hovered too close.Leonidas paused, his thumb gen
Leonidas’s POVLydia was still trembling in my hand. The subtle, continuous fidgeting of her fingers told me everything I needed to know, she was scared. And it made my blood boil. No daughter should react this way to the mere mention of her father. But knowing what kind of man Darian Morvain was, it didn’t surprise me. What angered me was the fact that he still had this kind of hold on her. That his shadow still reached her here, in my territory.When we reached the door to my office, Lydia stopped suddenly and tugged at my arm. I glanced over my shoulder and saw her shaking her head, silently pleading not to go in.I turned fully to face her, throwing a brief look toward Cassian and Kaela, who had followed close behind. I gave them a short nod, a silent command to go ahead of us. They moved past and disappeared through the doors.“Hey, little flame,” I said softly, catching her chin with my fingers. “Look at me.”Her gaze lifted slowly, watery and full of dread. I hated seeing her l
Lydia’s POV It was surprising how smoothly everything had gone, especially considering how new we both were to this. There was Leonidas, who couldn’t possibly have had a clue what to expect. There was me, a notoriously poor excuse for a vampire. And then there were the very shitty circumstances. Like how completely mauled we were about to get. And yet, despite not knowing what I was doing, I somehow knew exactly what to do. I knew to drag the tip of my nose slowly across the base of his throat to find the perfect spot. I knew to pause where his blood smelled the sweetest, where his skin thinned like silk. I knew to press my lips to that place, pausing in a brief, reverent moment of silent gratitude. Above all, I knew, without a flicker of doubt or hesitation or fear, to bite. My canines might have been untested, but they were more than sharp enough, guided by instinct if not by experience. And after a suspended second of disoriented screaming silence, Leonidas’s blood filled my
Lydia’s POVI once read that when you fall in love, it doesn’t always come with fireworks or declarations, it’s often quieter. A realization that someone’s presence matters more than you expected. That the idea of losing them is unbearable.That’s exactly how it felt watching Leonidas now, saying nothing after everything I had just poured out. My heart was racing, pounding against my ribs like it was trying to break free. My hands trembled. My entire body trembled. I didn’t want silence from him. I wanted something, anything, to quiet Kaela’s voice in my head telling me I didn’t belong. I needed to hear that I wasn’t just temporary. That he would still want me after all of this was over. The way I wanted him.And I did. Gods, I wanted him so badly. The feelings I had for Leonidas ran so deep, they felt embedded into every part of me, every breath, every thought. Watching him from a distance these past few days, without speaking, without touching, had been torture. Especially because t
Leonidas’s POVMore bodies were turning up. Vampires. Rogues. Even some fae. And the pattern was troubling unsettling, actually. The killer wasn’t just ruthless. They were meticulous.. And I hated that we were still so far from finding whoever was behind this madness.Lydia had been doing everything she could to identify the causes of death with sharp precision. Her mind was relentless, the way she combed through wounds, postures, blood loss. We often found ourselves identifying similar methods of operation, but from very different vantage points. Sometimes, the vampires were found lying face down in the dirt, as if they'd been dropped mid-flight. Other times, their corpses were strung against trees like warnings. As for the rogues, they were sometimes slaughtered in their shifted form, sometimes in their human form, but always with the same cruel injuries. The same torn flesh. The same eerie silence afterward.It was chaotic and confusing. But Lydia insisted it was deliberate. The ki
Lydia’s POVRina stayed for an extra week at the Alpha’s castle, and it had to be one of the best weeks of my life. We laughed until our stomachs hurt, explored the halls and hidden corners I remembered from Kaela’s orientation, and ate like royalty. For someone fully human, this place was a surreal blend of nightmare and fantasy. She called it “Beauty and the Beast meets Dracula’s mansion”, and she wasn’t far off.She wasn't allowed to take pictures- Leonidas's strict rule, but that didn’t stop her from pocketing a few souvenirs. A bronze napkin ring, a velvet ribbon from the library scrolls, a feather from one of the rooftop nests. “Just in case I start thinking I dreamt this all,” she whispered with a grin as she slipped the ribbon into her coat.But reality eventually called her home. Work was piling up, and her mother, still in and out of the hospital, needed her. As much as I wanted her to stay, I knew I couldn’t keep her. When she left, it was another flit of goodbye tears, ano