Harley’s P.O.V.I turned, my breath hitching in my throat as I recognized the voice almost instantly.Aunt Freya stood there, dressed in black from head to toe, mourning silk flowing around her like a quiet storm. Grief clung to her, but so did power. The kind that didn’t shout, didn’t threaten, yet demanded to be acknowledged.Her hair was pinned neatly back, her posture unyielding as she stepped forward and stopped beside Carlos.“I am Carlos Laynox’s maternal aunt,” she said, her voice calm but resolute. “And he has my blessings.”For a heartbeat, the world stopped. I stared at her, unable to speak, unable to even blink. My chest felt too tight, my eyes burning. This woman, who had lost her mate because of us, who had been confined to her chambers by ancient customs, had broken every rule for us. She came here, disregarding all the rules and traditions.Carlos turned sharply, disbelief etched across his face. “Aunt Freya? How did you… You can’t be here. You’re supposed to stay i
Last Updated : 2026-01-08 Read more