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SeraphineThe air in the study didn't just feel heavy anymore; it felt like it was made of gasoline, and Ronan had just struck a match. He was standing there, jaw clenched so tight the muscle was twitching, and his eyes... god, they were like storm clouds. Dark, swirling, and ready to break.I knew I was playing with fire. I knew that pushing him like this—challenging the "honorable" Beta to finally snap—was probably the most dangerous thing I’d ever done. But looking at him now, seeing the raw, unhinged desire he’d been trying to bury, I’d never felt more alive. My heart was a drum in my chest, and that old, familiar heat was coiling tight in my gut.“Do it,” I dared him, my voice a breathy challenge. I bit down hard on my lower lip, trying to keep a cheeky, triumphant smile from breaking across my face. I wanted him to see the fire in my eyes, not the giddy, masochistic excitement bubbling up inside me. I wanted him to see that I wasn't afraid of the chaos he promised. I wanted him

SeraphineThe reception was a blur of golden light and expensive champagne, but my skin was still buzzing from the friction of Ronan’s suit against my own. Every time he touched the small of my back or leaned in to whisper something entirely too formal for a man who had been growling in my ear hours ago, I felt that electric jolt. I was a Thorne now. I had the ring, I had the name, and I had the man. But as I looked around the crowded deck, I realized that a name didn’t buy you a seat at the table—not really.I spotted Everine, she looked like a queen in exile, cold and untouchable in her perfection. If I was going to make this work, if I was going to be the woman my Prince deserved, I couldn't have his only sister looking at me like I was a stain on the family rug.I took a deep breath, smoothed the silk over my hips, and walked over.“Hi there… sis,” I greeted.I regretted it the second it left my mouth. My voice was too light. It sounded way too casual, as if I were actually teasin

Everine“E-Everine!”The stuttered, clumsy shock on Seraphine’s face was the first thing that greeted me as I crossed the threshold of Thornehill. I could not help but allow a slow, deliberate roll of my eyes to serve as my initial greeting. Here I was, finally deigning to return to my ancestral home, only to be welcomed by the one person whose presence I found entirely unnecessary.My gaze darted immediately toward her midsection, noting the slight, messy bulge that disrupted her otherwise perfect silhouette.“You are pregnant,” I stated. It was not a question; it was an observation.She flinched slightly, her hands instinctively moving to shield the curve of her stomach. Honestly, the girl acted as if I intended to strike her.“Oh, calm yourself, Seraphine. I have not returned for the purpose of a quarrel. I simply wished to return home,” I replied, walking past her without waiting for an acknowledgment. I did not require her permission to enter my own family’s manor.“Where is my b

EverineFor a full week, I have performed the role of the dutiful, intellectual assistant to Ersa with a level of patience that frankly deserves its own commemorative plaque. I have offered my insights on logistics, scrutinized the supply chains for the upcoming march, and provided tactical commentary whenever the opportunity presented itself. However, the reality of my new, crownless status remains a bitter pill to swallow. I am barred from the War Council.Apparently, the strategic discussions regarding the impending celestial slaughter are reserved exclusively for the Alphas and their Lunas. I am forced to remain on the periphery, an intellectual individual relegated to the role of a highly overqualified secretary. It is an insult to my capabilities, but I have managed to maintain my composure—mostly by redirecting my frustrations into the training grounds.As much as my schedule allows, I have been training with the pack members and their warriors. I find that the weight of a blad

EverineMy eye twitched—a minor, involuntary betrayal of my composure that infuriated me almost as much as the man causing it.Gavriel Soltharic was, by all objective measures, more handsome than anyone had a right to be. It was a biological offensive. I tried to perform a mental recalibration, forcing myself to remember that the true essence of the creature standing before me was that of a small, vanishing child. I tried to project that image onto him, to see a toddler in oversized armor, but failed miserably.The man standing in front of me was a perfect specimen of masculinity, and he knew it."The one who draws first blood, wins," I stated. My voice was level, carrying the cold authority of a Thorne who had spent years mastering the art of the duel.Beside me, Ersa let out a sharp, audible gasp. She knew I wasn't indulging in a mere exercise. I was serious."It does not matter if that blood comes from a shallow graze or an amputated limb," I added, my gaze never wavering from his