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"What if I promise to just come out easily?" "I can't risk it, Luna. There's a lot at stake if I lose you. Please understand that" he replied holding the pill closer to me. "What's in it?" I questioned taking it out of his hand and looking a little closer. "Benophalein, Phenilezenathen, Rynerol, Sominex and umm... powdered Wolfsbane Cannabis," he replied. "That last one isn't available in drugstores." "Wolfsbane?!" I questioned.

“Good afternoon, Sir Rowan. I’m Zen, a representative from the main camp that Gunter sent to assist Stoneberry Keep’s situation.” Sir Rowan was an old knight, older than Zen thought was possible. He was as thin as a twig with a long white beard and bushy brows. The elderly knight had a matted look in his eyes, indicating his impaired vision and needed someone to repeat Zen’s words into his ears, indicating his hearing difficulties. Yet, his poise remained grandiose as it did at the peak of his career. Deeply humbled by the NPC’s incredible presence, Zen lowered his head as a sign of respect to the knight.

I needed to be calculating every variable that would lead me to Irene. ​“Devon,” Raymond said, snapping his fingers to get my attention. “Alpha Rowan was speaking to you.” ​I slowly turned my head, fixing my gaze on the older wolf. Rowan was a stout man with a beard that hid a weak chin and eyes that were too close together. He thought he was a player in the Great Game. He didn’t know he was just an NPC in my personal hell. ​“I didn’t hear him,” I lied, my voice flat.

I laugh so hard, I almost wet myself. There’s a knock at the door and Torstein pokes his head round the door “Princess Orianna?” he asks “Yes Uncy Stone?” Ori beams from her dad’s lap. Torstein groans “It's your own fault for explaining the meaning of your name” I point out “That’s the worst part.” He answers, before turning back to Orianna “Lord Reuben is here to see you” “Yay! Roo!” she squeals, excitedly. “Roo?” I ask

My wolf growled beneath the surface. I stepped forward, closing the gap between us. “If I were you, I’d thread my words carefully. You're not welcome here. And if you so much as look at her the wrong way again, you'll learn exactly how permanent my power is. And where my woman stands, and how I am going to make sure that you don’t cross limits like that with her again.” Giovanni held my stare for a moment, the tension like a live current between us, before he raised his hands and stepped back with a smirk. “As you wish. I’ll be seeing you soon… Damon. Sienna.”

The words lingered in the cold air of the council chamber. Aira felt as if the ground beneath her had shifted. Someone believed her child would become stronger than their Alpha. The idea sounded impossible. Yet the stranger’s expression carried no hint of a joke. “Explain,” Kael said sharply. The command carried the full authority of the Alpha King. The elders behind them watched silently, their expressions tense. The stranger exhaled slowly. “My name is Rowan,” he said. “I was once a warrior in Crescent Valley.”

Tori leaned towards Rowan who was just smiling beyond the steel bars as she touched the sigil of his Duchy on his right chest. Grasping her hand, Rowan's eyes met hers with just the steel bars separating them. "I present myself to you, Lady Victoria Rozenreff, as your knight and the official heir apparent to the Castaña Dukedom. With this title, I swear to protect you and the endeavors you will take. I will be your sword and shield against anyone who wished and will wish you harm." Without losing eye contact, Rowan brought her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles gently.

Every time he closed his eyes, he saw storm-gray eyes widening, heard that single whispered word. Mine. A knock startled him. The door opened before he could respond. Not the beta. A new figure filled the doorway. Taller than most, leaner than the king, but carrying the same predatory grace. Hair the color of burnished copper fell loose to his shoulders. Eyes a vivid green, bright with amusement and something sharper underneath. Prince Rowan Draven. The king’s younger brother. Rowan stepped inside without invitation, closing the door behind him. He leaned against it, arms crossed, studying Caelan like a puzzle he intended to take apart.

I snipped, hoping he would stop playing games and just give me the answers I desperately seeked. He chuckled which pissed me off. But then he spoke. “I’m not supposed to know my father, Aries, or his side of the family… but I’ve been spending time with him in secret for years. He had a run in with the Reavers back in Rome. This was years ago, but the story goes that he was in a mess with the Vampires and the Reaver with the rose gold eyes, goes by the name of Rowen, who is also Raziel's brother, stepped in to his aid. Don’t ask me why a Reaver would have batted an eye to help a Wolf, but he did. And since then they have become relatively close. In fact,

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