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Snow joked, patting Isleen. “My other friends Emma and Hannah couldn’t join us today since they are busy with work. Let’s just go now.” Snow said and went to me to link her arms. “You must be hungry from your trip. I had prepared dinner for you.” I grabbed Theon to my other hand and we walked to the shore. “Don’t look at them,” Theon said jealously. “I am not. You know I only have eyes for you. And they are all with their wives.” I assured him. And he nodded.

Now she stood in the middle of a gruesome battle, the man always beside her, facing a rapidly approaching enemy army. “If this is to be our end, I swear I will find you again,” the man vowed, gripping her hand. She smiled back with grim determination. “No, it must be I who finds you. I am the—” My dream was brutally cut short when I woke up to the sound of the door slamming. I looked up and saw Lyanna hauling an unconscious Eve inside. “What happened?” I asked, immediately standing up to help her maneuver Eve onto the double bed. “You could say we came to an… understanding. Something along those lines,” Lyanna said vaguely, collapsing onto the sofa.

Roman’s P.O.V I paced the room, the rug beneath my boots bearing the brunt of my aggression. My wolf prowled restlessly in my mind, mirroring my unease. I’d barely been able to catch a wink of sleep through the night as all I could think of was how timid and fearful Snow was. I was the Lycan King and it was no secret that I needed a powerful Luna to rule with me but clearly, Snow was anything but powerful. Last night, she had gone as white as sheets when I’d pinned her to the wall. Granted, my wolf could sometimes be domineering and even drove strong alphas to their knees, so an Omega, like Snow stood no chance.

Well, he had but not like the other princes who had fucked the women they had more than a couple of times already. Just what insane stamina did they have? But then they were lycans. They were stronger and superior to ordinary wolves so obviously, they had to have a greater sex drive. I imagined how high Jasper’s sex drive was and immediately blushed. Ever since I had seen Edriel make the girl moan, I had that scene etched into my mind. Only that it was Jasper, doing everything he did to me. Why the hell was I imagining my captor doing dirty things to me?

Chapter 1 Aria "I, Lucas Miller, future Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, reject you, Aria Vale, as my mate." The words hung in the air, heavier than stone. I didn't scream. I didn't cry. I just stood there, paralyzed, feeling something deep inside my chest snap. That wasn't a just a metaphor. It really felt like a physical wire was cut In me, a sharp, stinging snap that burned through my veins and left me cold.

I choose not to mention the silver-laced kidnapping or the hybrid pup in my womb to a single living soul, locking the terror deep inside my chest to bear alone. Fortunately, the fortress is massive, meaning I do not have to cross paths with Caelan unless a matter of life and death requires our combined blood signatures. To block out the haunting memory of his deep growls vibrating through the projection stone while he knotted Isolde, I bury my face in rows of figures. When the horn sounds to signal the end of the shift, Lyanna steps into the room holding her winter cloak. "Director Whitlock, do you require my wolf to shadow you for your dinner appointment with the Redfern leader tonight?"

WINTER SOLSTICE The shortest day. Snow on the palace grounds. The children home — Lyanna arrived with three new books and a research question that she had been saving for when she had access to Cassian's historical knowledge; Kael arrived with food and the news that the community center had served two hundred people over the winter period, which he mentioned with the understated pride of someone who finds their work deeply satisfying. The evening was candles and firelight and the specific warmth of a house that contained the people it was supposed to contain.

Lyra's POV I barely remembered leaving the hall after Darius refused to answer my question. The stares followed me the entire way some wolves pretended not to watch, but I could feel their eyes on my back others didn't bother hiding their curiosity at all. The Luna had returned after a year of exile, only to discover another woman wearing her necklace and standing at her mate's side. It was exactly the kind of story people whispered about when they thought nobody was listening.

The pain he felt would keep eating at him like a nightmare until the moment he closed his eyes forever. "Lyanna, when did you become so strong?" Nina asked, smiling. She had turned back into a human. "Before I started serving our lord, I'd always enjoyed torturing evil people in this manner. It is a delight beyond compare to watch them be unable to live or to die." Lyanna smiled coldly and tore a strip of red cloth from her clothes. She stuck it over Gaston's wound. The strip of cloth would only staunch the bleeding temporarily so that he wouldn't bleed to death before he was delivered to Sebastian.

The cat had odd-eyed eyes, one blue and the other yellow. “Good afternoon, lycan king and his apprentice!” “So you are the king of the cats here?” “Yes, my name is Snowy. I am a female cat, but I am their leader. You must be the red moon girl.” “My name is Jonea Rawling, you can call me Jonea.” “Okay, Jonia. I was just wondering what kind of person this stupid lycan would want to marry.” “Shut up, you ugly cat!” Daran said in annoyance.