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Rose’s pov“Why your side? She should stay with me instead,” Roshan countered Shirin’s earlier words, folding his arms like the matter was already settled.“Nah, brother. If she’s staying with anyone, it should be me,” Kavian said calmly, though there was a firmness beneath it.“All of you are wrong,” Arman cut in. “I’m the oldest, so she ought to stay in my room.”“Oldest?” Shirin scoffed. “We were born on the same day. There is no oldest.”His brothers nodded in agreement.“But I came out first,” Arman shot back, his chin lifting. “So yes, I’m the oldest.”Their frowns only deepened. “And with the authority of the oldest,” he added, “she’s staying with me.”“Authority my ass. She stays with me,” Roshan said, already stepping closer.“No—me,” Shirin insisted, and just like that, the argument dissolved into playful shoving and mock threats.I watched them, laughter bubbling in my chest. The sight of them—bickering, teasing, half-wrestling—felt strangely warm.“Guys, guys, guys!” I fin

Kavian’s POV“So why did Father ask you to wait behind?” Shirin asked once we were together again, inside Roshan's room.“Yeah, I’m kinda curious too,” Roshan added, and Arman’s gaze followed, steady and expectant.I didn’t want to lie to them—not because our father had warned me to keep quiet. His commands meant little to me now. But there was no way I could tell my brothers the truth. Not when it didn’t fully make sense even in my own head. Not when those words, spoken so calmly by Father, could tear something fragile between us apart. How was I supposed to tell them that the man they had remained loyal to all their lives was considering me as his successor—for betraying our pack and daring to stand against him?“Nothing important,” I said instead. “He just wanted to assure me he intends to keep the promise he made to Rose about not harming me.”I offered them only half the truth, leaving the sharpest edge buried.“Really?” Shirin said, studying my face, suspicion flickering briefly

Rose’s pov“I need you so bad,” Shirin whispered into my ear, the words breaking into a soft moan, and my body reacted instantly, betraying me before my mind could catch up. A shiver rolled through me, starting at my spine and spreading everywhere at once.He started sucking on my ear, slow and deliberate, and I never knew that such a small, neglected part of my body could unravel me so completely. Every nerve seemed to wake up at once. Beneath the water, my skin tightened, my nipples hardening as a restless heat curled low in my belly, a tingling ache settling between my legs.His touch felt like fire against me, burning even through the cool water that surrounded us. The contrast only made it worse—better. I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted more. I wanted to be swallowed whole by the heat he was creating inside me. So I kissed him. I kissed him like it might be the last time, poured everything I was feeling into it. He kissed me back with a raw hunger, as if it were a challenge he

Kavian’s POVI could see the disappointment, the frustration, and the thin edge of fear etched across Draco’s face—and mirrored in the soldiers with him—as they returned to the pack house. Their shoulders were stiff, steps measured, as if each pace carried the weight of what awaited them. I was certain Draco was already dreading the moment he would have to stand before my father and explain his failure.Still, no matter how ruthless and wicked my father could be, I doubted he would punish Draco as severely as he had punished Lord Darian for his first failed mission. If he killed every man who stumbled, he would soon have no men left at all. Draco would face harsh words, perhaps discipline meant to sting and remind him of his place—but nothing fatal. In fact, I was certain my father would still leave him with the assignment to end the rebellion and bring back the rebel leader’s head. He always did. He granted chances—never too many, but enough. I knew him that well.Only when those cha

Kavian’s POVRose’s words hit harder than I expected—sharp, deep, and unrelenting. I was upset, hurt, but what made it burn was the quiet realization that she might be right. Every accusation she threw at me echoed too closely to thoughts I had buried. I couldn’t stand there under her gaze, couldn’t defend myself when I wasn’t sure I deserved to. So I turned and walked away.If she wanted to risk her life to save my mother, then so be it. That was the decision I forced myself to accept as I moved down the corridor, leaving her behind, leaving everything in the hands of fate. But my steps slowed. Then stopped entirely. The image of something going wrong—of Rose collapsing, broken or worse because of that choice—wrapped tight around my chest until I could barely breathe.How would I live with myself if she got hurt? If she died?I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.Better she hate me for the rest of her life than not live it at all. I had to stop her.I spun around and hurried back toward my mother’