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Olivine My plan was already in motion by the time I started wooing her. I convinced her that she could trust me, that my every act of care, every chivalrous gesture, was born of genuine affection. It wasn’t hard—Roisin, bless her naïve heart, was ripe for the taking. Every carefully orchestrated “chance encounter,” every moment I played the hero, fell into place exactly as I intended.The tampering of her horse’s reins was a straightforward first step. When she lost control and I swooped in to “save” her, the gratitude in her eyes and the dawning trust was palpable. She was nearly in the palm of my hand then; desperate to believe in me, to see a savior where there was only a wolf in sheep’s clothing.But it was the Lycan attack in the forest that sealed it. I knew her spirit resisted me and felt that primal repulsion. It was clear because she could hardly stand to let me touch her. So, I arranged a test, a battle to prove my “dedication,” and to bloody myself for her sake. The Lycan

Roisin Olivine's eyes glinted with satisfaction, as though he relished Visaris' outrage. “Your precious Azmariah was only the beginning, many others have lost their lives for the cause.” He hissed, his tone dripping with malice. “Do you want to know what made her death so special? She begged, Visaris. She begged for mercy while I held her life in my hands. She screamed, she fought, but it only made it more... delicious. I killed her, right there on that very altar,” he said, pointing to where I lay bound and helpless. “And do you know what the best part was? She thought you would come for her, right up until her last breath.” He laughed, a dark, twisted sound. “But you never did, did you?”Visaris' face contorted with a fury so intense it was almost frightening. “You monster,” he snarled, his voice trembling with rage. He took a step forward, his hands curled into fists. “You stole her life to satisfy your vile thirst for power. You will pay for every drop of blood you’ve spilled, e

Roisin I paced outside Visaris' door, my every step a battle between hope and dread. The steady hum of voices from inside the room—the doctor, nurses, the beeping of machines—felt like a countdown to something I couldn’t accept. My heart slammed painfully against my ribs, my hands shaking as I clasped them together, as if in prayer. All I could do then was wait, clinging to the thin thread of hope that Visaris would pull through somehow, despite the doctor’s dire prediction.The return to the palace had been a blur of fear and desperation. As soon as I could feel my limbs again, I had crawled out of that cursed cave, shouting for help as loudly as I could. By some miracle, a group of travelers appeared just when I was about to collapse. They looked between Visaris' lifeless body and the grotesque remains of Olivine's monstrous form, their eyes wide with shock, but not one of them questioned me. They didn’t seem to care that I was a werewolf as well, or they were just too preoccupied

Visaris The steady beep of machines brought me back, pulling me from the depths of unconsciousness like a lifeline. Every part of my body throbbed, each breath jagged with pain, but the first thought that filled my mind was of her. My Queen. My Azmariah or rather… Roisin. She was all I could think about, her face flickering through the haze. I pushed against the bed, trying to sit up, only to feel a surge of agony along my ribs.“Please, Your Majesty.” The doctor’s voice came soft but firm, her hands resting against my shoulders to keep me down. “You mustn’t push yourself. The wounds you sustained were—”“Where is she?” I demanded, my voice barely a croak but laden with urgency. “Where… is Roisin?”The doctor’s face softened, a glint of understanding in her eyes. “Lady Roisin is safe, Your Majesty. She is resting, recovering her strength.”Relief hit me, but it wasn’t enough. “I need to see her,” I rasped, gripping the edge of the bed for strength. Pain be damned. I needed to see her

Roisin The night of our mating ceremony felt like a scene from a dream. The garden had transformed into an exquisite realm of elegance, with blooms cascading down trellises and soft candlelight flickering in the gentle breeze. Lanterns hung above, casting a warm, ethereal glow that danced across the faces of those gathered to witness this moment. Under the gaze of the full moon, Visaris and I stood hand in hand, our ceremonial robes flowing around us in graceful folds.Around us stood a sea of dignitaries; personalities from the Lycan Kingdom, Alphas and Lunas from a few Packs invited to grace the occasion, and members of Visaris' council who watched in respectful silence. Olivine's friends were among them: Zaden, Carter, Kelly, Tia, and surprisingly even Iridian. I honestly assumed she’d blame me for Olivine's death and hate me for it. Even though we all now knew the truth about him, it seemed she’d finally become mature enough to see past her feelings for him. I was almost sure he