Semua Bab The Unexpected Trio: Bab 1 - Bab 10

They say sirens are the most dangerous creatures in the world. Not because we kill—but because men want to be destroyed by us.I don’t sing. I don’t seduce. I don’t even look anymore.That’s how I’ve survived this long.I adjusted the neckline of my charcoal dress for the fifth time before I stepped into the ballroom. It was too low. Too tight. Too seen. I hated it. But in a world run by wolves, demons, and war-bred fae, you play your part or you get devoured. And tonight, I was playing the assistant to my witch roommate who’d landed an invite to the most powerful networking event in the supernatural world.Onyx Vale Enterprises Run by the infamous Cassian Morningstar and Xanden Moon. The Demon King and the Fae Warlord. Untouchable. Unmated. Ruthless.Perfect.I had one goal: blend in, make it through the night, and get the hell out before anyone noticed the way the air shifted around me. Sirens aren’t allowed in corporate power circles. We’re too… persuasive. Too much of a threat t

The room was still, bathed in the low amber light of the city beyond the penthouse windows. A faint pulse of magic still clung to the walls—thick, charged, like the air after a storm.And I was lying between them.Cassian’s arm was heavy across my waist, his bare chest pressed to my back, radiating heat even in sleep. Xanden lay on my other side, fingers gently brushing through my hair, so careful, as if I’d break if he touched too hard.But I wasn’t broken.I was burning.The bonds had taken hold. I could feel them—one like a roaring inferno in my blood, the other like silver thread woven through my bones. There was no undoing this. No running now.And gods help me, I didn’t want to.Cassian stirred behind me, a low rumble in his chest as he tightened his hold on my waist. “You’re awake.”“Mmm,” I breathed, eyes still closed. “Barely.”Xanden’s hand slipped down to rest at my hip, grounding me. “You feel different.” “Everything feels different,” I whispered.They didn’t say it aloud

The council chamber still hummed with aftershocks—of threats, of declarations, of truths too jagged to sit quietly inside my chest.But nothing echoed louder than his voice.I want redemption.And I want to see the council burn.Lysarien Vale. My cousin. My betrayer.The last thread of my bloodline before it unraveled into memory and ash.He sat across from me now in Cassian’s private war room—hands cuffed in iron as a precaution, though the magic suppressors humming at his wrists did most of the work. He looked older. Thinner. Like betrayal had starved him.But his voice?It still had that same poisoned-silk charm that once convinced me to trust him.I sat with my arms crossed, flanked by both of my mates—Cassian looming like a storm about to crack, Xanden coiled and silent, as dangerous in stillness as in motion.“You didn’t hesitate,” I said finally, my voice low. “You handed my mother over like a name on parchment.”“I was seventeen—”“Old enough to choose loyalty over cowardice,”

Althea’s POVWhen I woke, the world felt… different.I wasn’t sure at first if it was the lingering rush of pleasure—my body still aching in the most decadent ways—or something deeper. Something older. Something woven into me now.Cassian was at my back, one hand draped over my waist, his breathing even but heavy with restrained awareness. Xanden’s head rested against my thigh, his arm curled over my stomach. I was between them, anchored by shadow and moonlight—and yet, I was the one glowing.Literally.My skin shimmered faintly, the silver-blue of deep water under moonlight. Siren magic. But this… this was something more.I sat up slowly, afraid to disturb the peace—and felt it.A pulse. Low and deep, echoing through my bones like a second heartbeat.The bond.It had locked into place last night, and now it was blooming.Cassian stirred behind me with a growl. “You’re glowing, little siren.”Xanden blinked awake next, his voice softer. “So are we.”I turned to look. And he was right.

Althea POVThe moment I closed my eyes, I was no longer in Cassian’s home.I was somewhere else—underwater, yet breathing, floating weightless in a sea the color of blood and moonlight.The world was silent. Not peaceful, but watching.Then came the sound—low and echoing, like a whale’s song fractured through storm currents. It wasn’t just sound. It was memory. Mine. Or my ancestors’.Shapes flickered into being. Marble ruins overgrown with kelp and bone. A temple at the bottom of the sea, its gates wide open. Beyond it, a throne carved of iridescent coral—bleeding cracks of black ink down into the sand.And she sat upon it.A woman with my face, but not my eyes.No, hers were starless. Pure abyss. She wore a crown made of spiraled shell and molten pearl, but her mouth was parted in a scream I could not hear. Her hands clutched the arms of her throne—cracking it apart beneath her fingers.The sea around her was dying.A man stood before her. Fae ears. Crimson tattoos across his chest.