Semua Bab The Lycan King's Werewolf Daughter: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Griffen's Point of ViewI step into the kitchen and stop cold at the sight in front of me.Aria is already awake, and busy in the kitchen. Barefoot, with her back to me as she hums quietly and wipes down the counter. Her hair is still a little wild from sleep, half tamed in a messy ponytail, and she is wearing the pajama shorts I picked out for her during that ridiculous clothing game at the shop. The tank top that she’s paired with them leaves her shoulders bare, her soft skin catching the morning light.I lean against the doorway silently, coffee forgotten for the moment, as I stand there, just watching her. There’s something about this, her here in my kitchen, moving like she belongs here. The thought catches me slightly off guard. The scene in front of me is domestic, simple… real. A version of life I never imagined that I’d want, and now I can’t stop wanting it.She must feel my eyes on her, because she turns suddenly, and when she spots me, her face brightens with a smile that h

Aria's Point of ViewWarm light washes over the tiled floor, soft and golden, a gentle contrast to the cool air brushing against my skin. I cross to the shower and turn the taps, the old pipes groaning before the water begins to flow. I hold my hand under the stream, waiting, watching the temperature rise as steam starts to curl and dance through the air.When the water is just right, hot enough to chase away the lake chill but not so hot that it burns, I step under the spray. It hits me in a wave, and I close my eyes as warmth spills over my shoulders, trailing down my back, wrapping around me like a blanket. I let out a quiet breath that I did not know I was holding in.For a moment, I just stand there, letting the water pour over me, washing away the long day, the laughter, the nerves, the anticipation that is still humming somewhere deep in my chest.I reach for the shampoo, working it into my hair until it’s thick with suds, the scent soft and familiar. I tilt my head back to rin

Aria's Point of View Griffen kisses me like the moment is bigger than both of us, slow at first, then deeper, more certain. His free hand settles at my waist, fingers pressing gently through the lace, and then, without effort, he lifts me. I gasp softly against his mouth, arms looping around his neck as he draws me in. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist, and we are still kissing, still tethered, like breaking contact would break whatever is forming between us. He moves his free hand briefly, blindly placing the spatula on the counter without looking, never once faltering. His other arm stays strong around me, holding me as if I weigh nothing, like I am something precious. My heart beats wildly, not out of nerves, but out of knowing. Griffen finally breaks the kiss, just enough to breathe, our foreheads resting together, the space between us charged and fragile. His voice is low, a rumble I feel more than hear. “Are you sure?” My eyes flutter open. He is so close I

Rosalee's Point of ViewI sit stiffly in one of the high backed chairs across from Jensen’s desk, my hands clasped tightly in my lap. The air in the office feels heavier than usual, thick with worry and the unsaid things that have been building up between us for days now.“She has never been gone this long,” Jensen says, breaking the silence first. His voice is low, but not emotionless. There is a tightness in it, the same tightness I have been feeling in my chest since the morning we found out Aria had disappeared.I nod my head slowly, my throat tightening as guilt begins to creep in, uninvited but persistent. “I know,” I whisper, my voice barely audible. I glance towards the window, hoping, foolishly, that maybe I will see her walking back through the trees, angry but safe.Then I add, more quietly, “Do you think we were too hard on her?”Jensen leans back in his chair, his expression unreadable. That alone makes my heart beat faster. He has always been the one who held steady, eve

Griffen's Point of ViewThe soft morning light filters in through the curtains, painting golden lines across the room. I blink slowly as I wake up, the warmth beside me more comforting than any sunrise. Aria is still curled against my side, her arm draped lazily across my chest, her breathing deep and even.I lie there for a moment, completely still, soaking it all in.I could get used to this.The thought settles quietly in my chest, undeniable and certain. The calm. The closeness. Waking up next to her like this. There is something about it that just feels right.I shift just enough to press a soft. kiss to her forehead. She stirs slightly, her lips brushing against my shoulder before she opens her eyes, meeting mine with a sleepy smile.“Morning,” she whispers.“Morning,” I murmur back, and lean in to kiss her. It is lazy and unhurried, the kind of kiss you only share when there is no rush to be anywhere but here.Eventually, we pull away. “Food?” I ask.She nods her head, stretchi