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BRIAR I was going through the most devastating moment of my life. After the rejection, I was paralyzed with pain so that I couldn’t do anything. I had thought that would appeal to Aaron’s human side, but I was thrown out without anything other than the small bag I had with me. According to them, I didn’t need anything because I was soon going to get dragged to Alpha Azreal’s asylum. There was no escaping that. That was the fate of every single wolfless person who didn’t have a matebond to hold them up in Fangshire. There was no use fighting what was set in stone. But I also couldn’t allow that to become my life. I shouldn’t be losing my mind in that asylum while Aaron lives out on the good health I got for him, while Roxie takes over every aspect of my life. So I fled. I didn’t know where I was fleeing to because Fangshire extended over almost all the parts of the world as I knew it, but I wanted to get as far away from the capital that housed both Alpha Azreal’s palace and his fa

BRIARWhen I woke up, it was on the softest bed in the world, and I immediately wanted to go back to sleep, but three pairs of eyes were staring at me, and they immediately nudged me up. They introduced themselves with names I couldn’t follow, and they told me that their King had allowed they to run my bath for me and feed me. I was momentarily confused because I couldn’t really remember anything beyond what Aaron and Roxie did to me, but I followed their orders anyway. I allowed them to bathe me by running the fluffiest, most luxurious, scented soap over my body. They took their time cleaning every single part of my body, and it was so calming that I dozed off a couple of times. When we were done in the bathroom, I was led back into the large room where sweet-smelling oils and creams were rubbed against my skin, and my hair was brushed and oiled till it sparkled. Another set of maids brought huge trays of mouth-watering dishes, and they barely even set them down before I devoured th

Briar's POV “I’ll be the Luna of Fangshire.” The minute those words left my mouth, my life changed. It was like a door had closed on the past, locking it away forever.It had been two days since I made my choice and last saw Azrael, but everything in my life had already turned around. I woke up the morning after to find a personal maid assigned to me. Her name was Angel, and she arrived before I even finished breakfast. She was young, bright-eyed, and carried herself with a gentle confidence. The royal tailors came next, arriving with measuring tapes and their notebooks. They took my measurements for dresses I never in my life imagined owning. And by the afternoon, boxes started arriving at my door. Boxes of silk, velvet, chiffon, and lace attire. Each one was more extravagant than the last. I ate delicacies I never even knew existed, dishes so rich and complex that I had to ask Angel what some of them were. And yet, even with all the luxury, I felt a strange unease. This kind

8Briar's POV I couldn’t sleep.No matter how many times I turned, no matter how deeply I buried myself beneath the covers, my mind refused to quiet.Every time I closed my eyes, I felt it again. How easily my body had betrayed me when Azrael touched me, how my breath had stuttered, how my resolve had crumbled like it had never existed at all. It unsettled me more than the violence in the basement ever had. Fear, I understood. Desire like that—uninvited, unwanted, immediate—was something else entirely.What disturbed me most was how deliberate he’d been about it. The slow drag of his fingers, the way he had watched my reaction instead of forcing it, like he’d already known what would undo me. And then how he had lifted his hand afterward and licked his fingers clean and unhurried, his eyes never leaving my face, as if he wanted the image burned into me forever.My throat tightened at the memory.I pressed my palm to my chest and exhaled shakily. It shouldn’t have affected me the wa

Briar's POV I blinked at him, still trying to catch up with the way the conversation had shifted.“Dessert?” I repeated. His gaze dropped, not bothering to pretend he didn’t know precisely how exposed I was. “I can smell your arousal.” Heat rushed to my face. “That’s not—” I stopped myself, then shook my head. “I’m fine. I don’t need anything.”I tried to move, instinctively pushing against his chest so I could slide off his thighs, but his hands closed around my waist without effort, firm enough to make the attempt useless.“Stay,” he said.“I’m okay,” I repeated, more hurried now. “Really. I can go back to my room—”“No,” he interrupted. “You won’t.”I twisted again, more out of panic than defiance, and that only seemed to amuse him. His grip tightened just enough to remind me who was in control.“I don’t leave things half-finished. I need to take care of it for you.”“I don’t need you to take care of anything,” I said, my voice betraying me despite my effort to steady it.He ign