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SHARON’S POVThe moment my feet crossed the threshold of the palace, my heart shattered and stitched itself back together all at once.“Daemon,” I breathed.He was in Kelly’s arms, wriggling and babbling, his chubby fingers fisting the fabric of Kelly’s shirt like he’d been afraid the world might steal him away again. The second his eyes found mine, his face lit up in a way that nearly brought me to my knees.“Mama!” he squealed. It was not perfect, not clearly, but enough.I dropped Daenerys from my hip into Morris’s waiting arms without a second thought and rushed forward. Kelly barely had time to react before I snatched my son from him and crushed him to my chest.“Oh, my baby,” I sobbed, kissing his cheeks, his forehead, his nose, every inch of him I could reach. “My sweet boy. I missed you. I missed you so much.”Daemon laughed, delighted, patting my face with sticky hands as if nothing terrible had happened at all. As if his mother hadn’t been dragged away in the night. As if hi

SANDRA’S POVPower is louder than I imagined.It hums through the halls, through the walls, through my bones. Every step I take echoes with it now. Every breath carries authority. Every pair of eyes lowers when I pass. Even the stones beneath my feet seem to remember who owns them.Me.I stand in the center of the grand receiving hall, arms crossed, staring at the gaudy tapestries that once bore the Jordan crest. Wolves, moons, and history woven together in dull browns and faded golds.“Ugly,” I mutter.With a sharp gesture, I turn to the line of servants standing stiffly against the wall. “All of this comes down. I want the colors changed to deep crimson and obsidian. Something that commands. And replace the chandeliers. They’re outdated.”One of the servants hesitates. Just a fraction of a second.I caught it.“Did you not hear me?” I ask coolly.“Y-yes, Alpha,” she stammers.“Good. Then move.”They scatter like frightened birds, and I allow myself a small smile.The palace is chang

SHARON’S POVThe night presses in around me like a living thing.The palace is quiet in the way only grief can make it. It was too quiet, too heavy, like even the walls are afraid to breathe. I stand by the tall arched window of our chambers, my reflection faint in the glass, candlelight trembling across my face. My hands rest on my stomach without thinking, fingers curling protectively as if the life inside me might hear my thoughts.Roland is dead.The words still feel unreal. I had imagined his death so many times. I had imagined it to be violent, deserved, cathartic, but not like this. Not slow. Not pathetic. Not lonely. He had been a monster, yes, but he had also been a man drowning in his own regrets. And somehow, against my will, I had seen that.I should feel relieved.Instead, I feel… hollow.I shouldn’t feel anything for him after he rejected me, so why do I feel so… sad. The door opens softly behind me. I don’t turn, because I know who it is.His presence fills the room be

SANDRA'S POV.I kept moaning and groaning as he didn't stop hitting so hard on me. I climaxed over and over again. He was not looking like his strength was failing him. I wanted to tap him and let him know he was driving me crazy. I held his ball so tight that he also moaned. I was taught well in this angle and knew how to handle a man down there. I squeezed his balls gently and he moaned harder while still on me. Just then, my wolf whimpered in my head. I was surprised because for a very long while I've not heard from my wolf. "This is wrong. Your mate is the only one meant to handle you this way. It's an abomination." I quickly shut her up and continued with my enjoyment.I was really having a good time after a long while. As soon as he came, he slept off and cuddled me.I woke to silence. Not the comfortable kind, not even the one that settles after satisfaction. This silence was sharp, like something precious had been stolen from me.The bed beneath me was very cold.I turned t

SHARON'S POV.As soon as Morris left the room, it was as though there was something heavy hanging on my shoulder. I felt a weight that I couldn't explain. At first, I thought it was because I had said what I was not supposed to say, but it was far from that. Ever since Roland died, I have been this way, but after the conversation I had with Morris that evening, it doubled, not just doubled, but tripled.Morning comes so quickly. It was not long before I went to bed, and it was already morning.Light creeps into the chamber in thin, pale lines, slicing through the heavy curtains and landing right on my face like an accusation. I haven't really slept. I have been on the couch after my conversation with Morris. Something strange started happening to me. Every time I close my eyes, I see Morris' face, pain, and disappointment all over his face. I saw his face when I said it---you failed me. I felt so bad that I didn't really use the right words on him.I push myself upright, slowly, one h