110. The Great Seasons

Roan’s POV The moment Brea stepped out of the elevator, I knew I was completely screwed. She looked like heaven and sin. That red dress clung to her curves in a way that should have been illegal. Every movement she made caused the fabric to glide against her body so perfectly that it demanded attention, whether you wanted to stare or not. And Goddess help me… I definitely wanted to stare. Then she turned around. The sight of her creamy bare back sent a possessive growl rumbling through my chest before I could stop it. Without thinking, I shrugged off my jacket and draped it over her shoulders. "It’s getting chilly," I said, clearing my throat even though we werewolves aren't as sensitive to the cold. I had never considered myself the jealous type before. But seeing her dressed like that, knowing other men would look at her the way I was looking at her now… Yeah. Apparently, I was. “You look breathtaking, Brea.” I took her hand gently in mine and pressed a kis

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111. A Wolf’s Intuition

Brea’s PoV Roan guided me back toward our private suite after my trip to the restroom. He had waited outside the entire time and even ordered one of the waitresses to remain inside with me. The gesture should have felt excessive. Instead… It made my heart ache in the strangest way. The way Roan cared for me was overwhelming at times. Protective. Constant. Absolute. I had never felt this safe before. Leon had loved me too, I knew he had. But whenever we fought or I became difficult, he would give me space, waiting patiently for me to calm down. Roan was the opposite. He inserted himself into every aspect of my life without hesitation, taking control so naturally it should have annoyed me. And Goddess help me… I didn’t mind it at all. “Now that you have your wolf, one of the things you need to understand is that she’ll alert you to danger,” Roan explained patiently as we walked back toward our table. “Never ignore that instinctive feeling. Your wolf senses th

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112. My Queen

Roan’s POV We stayed awake for hours afterward, simply talking. Brea lay curled against my chest while we shared pieces of ourselves little by little, learning everything about each other lives. reconnecting our souls. I told her stories from my childhood—about growing up with Ana, about the trouble Damian and I used to get into, about my mother's tenderness and greatness. She paid attention, she listened. Sometimes she would laugh at my antics. Goddess, I would burn kingdoms just to keep hearing that sound. I spoke about my parents too. About how deeply they had loved one another. About the emptiness my mother’s death left behind. Then she told me about herself. About the orphanage. About Sister Nora. About studying late into the night to become a lawyer. About Loriah and their sister bond. I listened to her voice until it became softer and softer with exhaustion. Until eventually, she fell asleep in my arms. I brushed a strand of hair away from her f

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113. A Mother's Disappointment

Pamela’s POV I arrived at the luxury residential building where my son was staying. The porter bowed slightly the moment he recognized me. “Greetings, Your Royal Highness Pamela. Shall I announce you to Master Carlos?” “No need,” I dismissed curtly. I took the elevator to the top floor, and the porter opened the penthouse door with his spare key. The moment I stepped inside, loud music blasted through the apartment. The overwhelming smell of cigarettes, alcohol, and sex made me wrinkle my nose in disgust. I walked toward the bedroom and found him there—passed out from substance abuse, with two half-naked women asleep beside him. Fury exploded inside me. I grabbed the silver champagne bucket filled with ice water and threw it over them. The woman shrieked in shock while Carlos jolted awake with a furious snarl. “What the hell?!” Then he saw me. His face instantly paled. “Mother! Why didn’t you say you were coming?” He scrambled upright, hurriedly buttoning

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114. Do You Know Them?

Roan’s POV I lost count of how many times I had watched the surveillance footage. That night at the hotel, the only suspicious individuals were those two foreign men. One of them had spotted Brea and immediately questioned a waiter about me. He knew her—that much I was certain of. His stare had been calculating, predatory even. He had clearly intended to approach her. The only reason he hadn’t was because of me. Good. At least he knew what was good for him. “My King.” My assistant, Andres, knocked softly on the partially open door. Without looking away from the screen, I nodded, granting him permission to enter. “Here are the pictures you requested.” He handed me several high-quality prints taken from the surveillance footage. Both men's faces were clearly visible. “Good. Thank you, Andres. You can go get some rest now.” He bowed his head slightly before leaving. I picked up the photographs and made my way toward Brea’s room. She was there now. Safe. P

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115. A Confession

Brea’s PoV Why are they here? Why can’t they leave me alone? I hated that I was shivering already. These pictures were taken at the hotel Roan had brought me to. The architecture was unmistakable—unique enough to leave no doubt. “Brea, who are they?” Roan asked, approaching me and gently taking the photograph from my trembling hands. Only then did I realize I was shaking. I turned away, overwhelmed by embarrassment and anger. Even now, they still had a hold on me. “Talk to me, love,” Roan said softly, pulling me into his arms. I inhaled his scent deeply, and for a moment, I felt safe. But I pulled away anyway. I always did that—whenever things became too heavy. I pushed everyone out, needing space I never knew how to fill afterward. “Roan… I need to be alone,” I said, though I didn’t truly mean it. My wolf screamed for his closeness, for his warmth, for him to hold me until everything stopped hurting. “Don’t ask me that, princesa, ” he said firmly, tightening h

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