CAMILLE'S POVIt made sense. But for some reason, I still refused to comprehend it. Records wouldn't be above lying. It's been done a thousand times. But a big coverup involving a coven I had been told time and time again wanted nothing to do with even other witches; it was a bit too much to accept.Still facing the witches, who seemed as confused as I was, I realized this secret was a well-kept one. "I need to see the supreme," I mentioned and continued back to the entwined tree. I passed through the barrier and back into the coven, not minding the whisper or the watchful eyes of the coven sisters. When I reached the chamber of the supreme, there was a warlock guarding the front door. He warned me not to get too close, warning me with what looked like a whip of air. Whatever fear of the unknown I had was gone. I was hungry for answers. "I need to speak with the supreme.""You will have to wait," the warlock retorted. "She is having a word with one of our own."I was frustrated, bu

DIMITRI'S POVWhy was it so hard to be mad at her now that I was in front of her?She looked... Beautiful. It was the first time I had seen her without her mask. Whatever doubt I carried about Cameryn ever being Camille was gone. Cameryn was Camille. Both women were one and the same. She looked just like she had done the first time I set my eyes on her in the councilroom. But there was something else. It wasn't the madness pumping in my blood or the animal inside pleading to be set free. She had changed. She had grace.I watched her eyes widen as I asked the question I still couldn't wrap my head around. "...how are your kids mine?"We stood dangerously close. Skin touching and eyes pinned on one another—a bad idea. But I couldn't help myself. "What are you going about?" She finally broke the silence. "My kids aren't yours.""You're lying," I told her. I didn't need to listen to her heart to know she was. Her silence hadn't even been the admission of guilt. It was her eyes. She pul

CAMILLE'S POVHis hands reached for mine. This time, I didn't fight him. I let his hand touch mine. His palm was warm. I could feel his callouses graze my skin. It made the contact raw."It's alright," he assured me. "Whoever your ancestor was, you aren't him. I'm sure you are a good person."That was the thing, though. I wasn't a good person. I ran away from this life out of fear of what would happen if my pack got to know I was like my grandmother. I hid the identity of their father from my kids because I was afraid an answer would lead to them yearning to know him. I might have convinced myself that I was doing it for their good. But now, I wasn't so sure. So, who was I to call Victor a monster? I wasn't there. I didn't know the half of it. It was just me being selfish again. Because his curse had affected someone I cared about. As the car arrived at the gates of the Lycan kingdom, I decided that my karma was just. But maybe it was time I owned that selfishness. The gates opened

CAMILLE'S POVWhy did I say it? Was it the flash of memories that assaulted me when Eva's maid knelt in front of me to beg for forgiveness?I knew her. It might have just been one encounter, but it didn't take long to realize how the rumors had spread about my pregnancy. Amity had been the one to tend to me the night that Alpha Lucian had locked me up, thinking I poisoned the pheasants. She was the one who put the idea of a pregnancy in my head when I didn't realize it, and she had been there when I had tested myself with the kit. I didn't need a seer to realize the foul play. So why couldn't the same thing be happening now?Amity was Eva's lapdog. She was just playing the role that was demanded of her. I realized it when Amity brought up the kiss to spark tension between Milana, Dimitri, and me. She had tried to hide the excitement that flushed through her face. But I had heard her heart quickened. I had seen her lips twist into a sardonic smile. She orchestrated this. Of course,

DIMITRI'S POVIt was only right that I found Milana to explain things to her. She was soft-hearted, and it hurt me to put her in such a situation.I found her in her room, staring at a mirror as she wiped off makeup from her face."Hey," I knocked before entering.She looked at me through the mirror and frowned. "I don't want to see you right now.""Milana, allow me to explain."She turned back to face me. Her eyes were stained dark from mascara, and her signature glossy lips were smeared all over. "Explain what? That you cheated? How can you even defend that?""You know I wouldn't do anything to hurt you," I told her, attempting to close the space between us. But the shift in her demeanor when I took a step forward told me that it was smarter if I stayed in my lane. "It was a mistake. A mistake..." I paused because it would be a lie. The beast would still desire her. I would still desire her. But I had to grow beyond that. Beyond a madman's desire. It was simply hunger. And any kind