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ErsaThe garden was silent, save for the frantic, heavy drumming of my heart against my ribs. It was a rhythm so loud I feared it might drown out the very world around us.I looked down at Sano—the Alpha of Dewcrest, a man whose word was law to thousands—kneeling in the dirt before me. The diamond in his hand seemed to pulse with a light of its own, mirroring the raw, unfiltered hope in his eyes.My vision blurred as hot, stinging tears finally spilled over. My voice was a mere whisper, caught between a sob and a laugh.“I do,” I breathed, the words trembling as they left my lips. “Sano, I do.”The tension in his shoulders shattered instantly. A breath he seemed to have been holding for a lifetime escaped him as he took my hand. His fingers were steady, yet I felt the slight tremor of relief as he slid the band onto my finger. It was a perfect fit, the cold metal settling against my skin as if it had always belonged there.He stood up, his height once again towering over me, but there

Lyanna“Good evening,” I said, my voice steady and clear as I entered the dining room.The scene before me was a complete disaster. The six children were a whirlwind of noise, spilled food, and tangled limbs. In the noble circles I was raised in, a dinner like this would have been foolish. But as I stood there, I found myself simply watching them, curious if any of them were capable of giving me a civilized answer.“Where is Theo?” I asked, looking over the chaotic table.It was Olfie who looked up first. “He’s making dessert, big sis.”Before I could even process the nickname, Aragon stood up on his chair and pointed at me with a proud, mischievous grin. “What do you want to eat? Big bro can make literally anything! Just say the word and I’ll go tell him right now.”He looked so fiercely proud of Theo that I couldn't help but offer a small smile. “I’ll have some pasta, if that isn’t too much trouble.”“Of course!” he shouted, jumping off his chair and sprinting toward the kitchen lik

LyannaI stared at the ceiling, my breathing shallow. Damn it all, I thought, pressing the heels of my hands into my eyes. I was Lyanna of the High Nobility. I was supposed to be the master of my own desires, not a woman haunted by a few moments of passion over a kitchen sink.I dressed slowly, choosing a simple cream-colored silk blouse and trousers that were practical yet still retained a hint of my status. I spent longer than necessary on my hair, pinning it up with a precision that felt like a defensive wall. I needed to look like a woman who hadn't spent her sleeping hours in a state of complete undress with her host.When I finally descended the stairs, the house was a blur of motion.“Where is my bag? Leo, did you take it?”“Trish, eat your toast or you’ll be late!”“Aragon, if you don’t put your shoes on right now, I’m leaving you behind.”Theo was at the center of the storm, a whirlwind of domestic energy. He was packing lunches, wiping sticky faces, and hunting for lost home

LyannaI didn’t stand up. I crouched down, following the descent of his pants until I was on my knees before him. I was face-to-face with that straining hardness, separated only by a thin layer of cotton.The heat radiating from him was immense. I looked up, my eyes traveling the length of his body to find his face.He was looking down at me, his expression a war between awe and barely-leashed control. His hands were clenched at his sides.I smirked, a slow, wicked curve of my lips. Leaning forward, I pressed my lips against the fabric, right over the head of his cock. A soft, deliberate kiss. I felt him jerk, heard the sharp intake of his breath above me.I kept my eyes locked on his as I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of his boxers. Slowly, I pulled them down.He sprang free.My own breath left me in a rush. He was hard, fully erect. Long, thick, and beautifully veined, standing proud and eager.A primal part of me thrilled at the sight. My mouth actually watered. I leaned forw

LyannaI could only shake my head at the sight. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it: my father, the Duke, and Theo, the "inferior" farmer, were bonding over cups of coffee as if they were old comrades. I sat quietly, picking at my breakfast, watching my father laugh at Theo’s words. It was a sobering reminder that men can bridge the widest social divides for the most absurd reasons.Theo’s gaze shifted toward me, and he offered a warm, private smile. My heart skipped a beat, yet before I could find the opportunity to reciprocate, my father’s expression turned solemn.“However, I must warn you,” my father said, setting his cup down with a deliberate clink. “You will eventually have to face Louisa. Your mother will not be easily swayed, particularly since your sister has also mated with a man of no title. A man named Conan Stormbane.”“Yannie is mated?” I froze, the silver fork slipping from my fingers. “How is it that I was kept in ignorance of this matter