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Elara's POV "Leave?" I repeated, my voice cracking slightly. "What do you mean, leave?" My chest tightened, and my mind immediately went to the worst possible place. Had I done something wrong? Was I too much of a burden? Did they regret bringing me to their home? "Did I do something?" I asked, hating how small my voice sounded. "Is it because of what Rowan is doing? I know it's a lot but we can—" "No, baby," Kael interrupted, his voice firm. "That's not it. It could never be." "Then what is it?" I demanded, my voice rising. "Why are you suddenly asking me to leave?" Draven's jaw tightened, and he glanced at Kael before taking my hand. "Come on," he said quietly. "Let's go upstairs." I wanted to argue, to demand answers right there, but something in his tone stopped me. I nodded, letting him lead me up the stairs. Kael followed close behind, his presence, heavy at my back. When we reached their room, Draven closed the door behind us, and I turned to face them, crossing my arm

Hara's POV I was in the middle of my evening skincare routine, carefully rubbing the expensive moisturizing cream into my skin with practiced, circular motions, when Chloe suddenly burst through my bedroom door. She was breathing hard, her chest heaving dramatically, and I paused mid-motion, my fingers still pressed against my cheek as I studied her reflection in the vanity mirror. "What's wrong?" I asked, irritation immediately creeping into my voice. I hated being interrupted during my personal time, especially when I was in the middle of something important aand she knew that. "The kings," she gasped out between labored breaths, bending over at the waist to catch her breath properly. "They're sending Elara to Night Fang." My hand froze completely mid-stroke. The expensive jar of cream slipped from my suddenly nerveless fingers and clattered noisily onto the vanity surface, nearly rolling off the edge. "What did you just say?" I demanded, my voice dropping to a dangerous whispe

Elara's POV The world around me sharpened into focus and I could barely breathe. My jaw dropped as I took in the sight sprawled before me. Kael turned to me with a gentle smile, his hand still holding mine. "Welcome to Night Fang Realm," he said softly. "Which is also your home now." I couldn't find words. My eyes darted everywhere, trying to absorb everything at once. The air here tasted different, sweeter somehow, carrying scents I'd never encountered before. Jasmine mixed with something citrusy and wild, like freedom itself had a fragrance. Pups played in the distance, their laughter echoing across what looked like an endless expanse of forest. But these weren't normal trees. Green, yes, but also yellow ones that seemed to glow from within. Blue trees with silver leaves that chimed like bells in the breeze. Purple trunks twisted upward toward a sky that held three moons instead of one. Some colors I couldn't even name, shades that didn't exist in the human world, that my brain

Elara's POV My eyes widened as I turned toward the source of the voice. A woman swept into view, dressed in robes of deep pink with gold embroidery that shimmered with every movement, the fabric clearly worth more than anything I'd ever owned. Her hair was pulled into an elaborate updo, adorned with jewels that caught the bioluminescent light and scattered it across the walls. Everything about her screamed royalty, power, wealth. But it was her eyes that made my breath catch. They were cold. Like someone who had witnessed centuries of bloodshed and loss and hadn't flinched once. They were calculating, assessing me in a single sweep that left me feeling exposed and wanting to disappear. The resemblance to Kael and Draven was unmistakable. The same sharp cheekbones, the same regal bearing, the same aura of absolute authority and gorgeousness. Was this their sister? She looked only a few years older than me, if that. Both twins immediately moved toward her, their postures shifting

Elara's POV The kiss sent fire racing through my veins. His lips moved against mine with a hunger that made my knees weak, his tongue sweeping into my mouth to claim every inch of me. I moaned into the kiss, my hands fisting in his shirt to pull him closer. Then I felt Draven lean in from behind, his large hands sliding down my thighs in a slow, deliberate path that made my breath hitch. His fingers were warm through the thin fabric of my dress, teasing, promising things that made heat pool low in my belly. "You're ours," Draven murmured against my neck, his lips brushing the sensitive skin there. "And we're going to remind you of that before we leave." My response was another moan as Kael kissed me harder, swallowing the sound. My hands stretched out, grabbing at him, pulling him impossibly closer as I kissed him back with everything I had. Behind me, Draven's fingers moved higher, closer to where I was already wet and aching for them, and then I felt the fabric of my dress tear.