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My eyes raked over Nate’s body, his abs, his full chest, the way his Adam Apple bobbed and his pouty lips , but only for a second. I schooled my face to remain neutral, whatever blush that wanted to rise up died instantly when I thought of what they did to someone innocent. I wasn’t here for this.Did I expect to see him shirtless? No. But I knew why I was here and it was expected for third year students to show their so called and and muscles when home alone and doing workouts. So, I straightened my shoulders and lifted my chin. "Can I come in?"Cold. Detached. I didn’t have time to pretend like I wasn’t pissed.Nate arched a brow, stepping aside. "By all means."I walked past him, eyes barely flickering toward Ryder, who was watching me closely, unreadable.The second I stepped inside—I took it all in.The penthouse was insane.It wasn’t just luxury—it was the kind of place you saw in magazines. Designed to intimidate.The walls were a deep charcoal gray, sleek and modern, with

I felt my throat tighten. "What?" Elara’s lips parted, but no words came out at first. Her eyes were wide, unfocused, as if she were reliving something. Something dark. I reached forward, gripping her wrist. "Elara, talk to me." She exhaled shakily. "Sienna told me everything." I didn’t move. I just waited. And then— "They did it before," she whispered. "Years ago. To another girl. This same nude issue." I felt my stomach twist. "Who?" She hesitated. Then, "Her name was Lillian Prescott." That name. It sounded vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t place it. Elara swallowed. "She wasn’t rich. She was on a scholarship. Just like most people in Ravencrest. And one night, they picked her. Told her it was just a game. Just fun." Her voice cracked. "But it wasn’t. It never was." A lump formed in my throat. "What happened?" Elara looked down at her hands, curling them into fists. "She wanted to fit in and they broke her." Silence. I could hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears. E

The steam curled from my chai tea, filling the kitchen with its warm, spiced scent. I wrapped my hands around the mug, staring blankly at the marble countertop.I had barely slept.Elara hadn’t answered my calls. Not last night. Not this morning. Ryder and I had chatted. He had practice. I had spent the morning watching him coach some juniors while I practiced with the cheer leaders which would leave me sore later on. School would be starting next week. I had two weeks before my mother's wedding and two more weeks until whatever I had with Ryder ends. The sex was good. His attention was good. But him turning out to be my step brother that would gross out the world and it's something I would like to avoid. I hated this feeling.The room silence was interrupted by an automated voice. “The number you dialed…” I hit the hang up button as I sighed. This helpless, useless weight pressing down on my chest. She was

I was there again.In the room, watching that woman fight with my mum.They were angry. The woman botched face could not even frown. Her frown deep as she pushed my mother against the shoulder. The atmosphere was filled with tension, their angry words shaking the house at twelve midnight.“You tried to poison me!” my mother’s voice wavered, but she stood her ground, her eyes wild with anger and something else. Sadness and desperation. Fear. The woman scoffed, arms folded across her chest. “You’re delusional.”“I know what I saw.” My mother’s hands clenched into fists. “You switched my medication. I almost died.”A slow smirk curled on the woman’s lips. “And yet, here you are. Pathetic.”I was just a child, standing frozen near the door, my tiny fingers gripping the edge of my dress. I didn’t understand everything, but I understood enough.I understood that my mother was in pain.I understood that this woman—this other woman—was the reason for it.“You ruined my life,” my mother whi

Evie’s POVI bit my lip as I waited for Ryder’s reply.The message had been sitting on read for a solid three minutes, which in text-time was an eternity. I sighed, tossing my phone onto my bed.I hadn’t heard from Elara all day.Scratch that.I hadn’t seen Elara since last night.I had called her this morning, texted her, even reached out to her mom, only to get the same response—she doesn’t want to see anyone right now.It left a sour taste in my mouth.I didn’t like her like that, but I cared. She was my best friend. My only real friend. And she was hurting.I wanted to help.I wanted to fix it.But at the same time… I wanted to burn Sienna’s life to the ground.Because recording someone like that? Posting it? Humiliating them for the world to see?I clenched my fists.She had power, sure. Money, connections. But so did I now.Maybe it was time to remind her that power could be taken just as easily as it was given.My phone buzzed.I grabbed it quickly, Ryder’s name flashing across

Ryder’s POVI pushed the cue stick forward, lining up my shot, but my grip was tighter than it should be. The ball cracked against another, spinning into a pocket, but I barely registered the movement. My jaw was locked, my thoughts running in circles.Across from me, Nate leaned against the pool table, watching. He hadn’t taken his turn yet."Are you gonna play or just stand there looking dumb?" I muttered, chalking my cue stick.Nate arched a brow. "You good?"I let out a dry chuckle. "Do I look good?"He studied me for a second, then sighed, rolling the pool cue between his hands. "You’re pissed about last night."I snapped my gaze to him. "What do you think?"Me and Evie haven't seen or spoke since last night. I was worried. I tried reaching out but she didn't answer my calls or replied my texts. I was pissed. Nate exhaled, rubbing his jaw. "Look, man, I didn’t know it was gonna be that k

As soon as Rowan’s mother uttered my name, I felt the shift in the air. My heart pounded, but I kept my face composed. This was not the first time I'd dealt with their disdain. But now, here, in front of everyone, I felt their judgment more acutely than ever."Oh, how the mighty have fallen," his mother sneered, her perfectly manicured hand lifting to inspect her nails, as if my presence was beneath her. "Tell me, how does it feel to be dragged into a world you don't belong in, Remi? Still clinging to that ridiculous notion of being with my son, are you?"I opened my mouth to speak, but Rowan's father cut in, his voice deep and condescending. "A woman like you," he said, shaking his head, "from a family with nothing to offer, clinging to the hope of elevating your status. It’s almost... pathetic."I clenched my fists, trying to control my temper. Every part of me wanted to speak up, but I was a guest here, and I knew they would only use my words against me.Before I could form a reply

As we drove home, the car was unusually quiet. Larry sat in the back, arms crossed, staring out the window. Sally, on the other hand, seemed lost in thought, her small hands fiddling with the hem of her school uniform. The tension in the air was palpable, but I wasn’t ready to break the silence just yet.We turned a corner, the familiar streets rolling by, and I couldn’t shake the weight that had settled in my chest. The hospital visit, Rowan’s note, the principal’s stern expression—it all circled in my mind. But none of that mattered as much as what was really troubling me.I glanced at Sally through the rearview mirror. "Sally," I said softly, breaking the silence, "do you want to tell me what happened today?"She hesitated for a moment, biting her lip before finally speaking. "It’s... it’s nothing, Mommy.""Nothing?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Sweetheart, it wasn’t nothing. You had an asthma attack, and Larry got into a fight. Something happened. You can tell me."She didn’t res

When I arrived at the school, my heart was racing. Larry getting into a fight wasn’t entirely shocking—he’d always had a temper, especially when it came to protecting his twin brother, Laura. But I didn’t expect a call about an actual fight. Not today.I rushed through the hallways, barely registering the other parents or the stern gaze of the school staff. When I entered the principal’s office, I found Larry sitting in one of the chairs, arms crossed and a sullen expression on his face. Laura, on the other hand, was pale, clutching his inhaler in one hand. The principal, Mr. Horton, stood behind his desk, arms folded, looking less than pleased."Ms. Laurent," he greeted me with a tight nod. "We need to talk."I quickly knelt by Laura’s chair, checking him over. "Laura, baby, are you okay?"He nodded weakly, but I could hear the slight wheeze in his breath. It wasn’t a full-blown asthma attack anymore, but he’d clearly been struggling earlier. I brushed the hair off his forehead, my h

I stepped out of the hospital, pulling my coat tighter around me as the cool evening breeze brushed against my skin. It had been another long day. I was ready to go home, pour myself a glass of wine, and maybe soak in a bath for a few minutes of peace. But as soon as I pushed through the glass doors, I spotted him.Asher Carmichael, leaning casually against his sleek, black car, wearing those damn sunglasses, even though the sun had already set. He looked like he’d stepped out of a magazine—broad shoulders, a tight black T-shirt that clung to his muscular chest, and jeans that fit him just right. His arms, tanned and rippling with muscle, were crossed over his chest, and a playful smirk tugged at his lips.Phew.I rolled my eyes as I approached him, pulling my bag higher onto my shoulder. "How many times have I told you to stop coming to my work, Asher?"He pushed himself off the car, walking toward me with that swagger he always had, sunglasses still on as if he were some sort of act

Rowan's POVI couldn't stop thinking about her.Like some obsessed fool. It was ridiculous, really. Dr. Remi Laurent. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her face.Her lips, red and plump, those hazel eyes, her dark wave hair that was in a high ponytail. Every time I tried to focus on work, her voice echoed in my mind. I had met thousands of people in my life, but something about her stuck. It wasn't just her beauty — though that was undeniable — it was the way she carried herself, like she had a world of secrets beneath those eyes of hers.Her words cold, but her voice sweet like caramel. I shouldn’t care. I had no reason to care.I felt like a fool. And yet, here I was, staring at my phone like an idiot, debating whether to do something about it. The screen lit up with my assistant’s contact information. Callum was always the guy I turned to for this kind of thing. Efficient, discreet, and loyal to a fault.I hit the dial button without much of a second thought."Sir," Callum an

I stood in front of the glowing screen in the lab, my eyes tracing the scans of Rowan’s brain. It was incredible how delicate the human mind was—how one moment of trauma could rearrange everything, erase years, and leave you a stranger to your own life. His scans showed the aftermath of the surgery, the damaged areas of his brain that had been repaired, and the swollen sections that had likely led to his memory gaps.A soft knock on the door pulled me out of my thoughts. Dr. Carter, one of my colleagues, and good friend, the person who had gotten me my job, entered the room, holding a folder and a cup of coffee. He glanced at the scans and then at me, raising an eyebrow."So, how’s our miracle patient?" he asked, sipping from his cup as he moved to stand beside me.I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to push down the wave of emotions that had been rolling through me since Rowan woke up. "He’s awake, responsive... and smiling."Dr. Carter chuckled. "Smiling? That’s a good sign.""Y

Liana's POVI wanted to spend the day learning more about the castle byt I had no idea where I was going to. Not with how people were giving me strange looks. Down to the maids who came to my room to clean. They were all whispering amongst each other.The whispers started small, faint murmurs that I could barely make out as I walked through the palace halls.At first, I thought I was imagining it the quick glances, the half hidden smirks, the way conversations stopped the moment I entered a room.But then, the rumors grew louder.“She’s the one who killed that councilman, you know,” one of the maids said loudly as I passed by the kitchens. Her voice carried, sharp and biting, and I froze just out of sight.“I heard it wasn’t just the councilman,” another chimed in, her tone conspiratorial. “She killed her own friend too. Olivia, wasn’t it? The healer? They said she died during the week she came and the. She tried to act as Luna to cover it up. Like oh my God.”“That’s right,” the fi

“Wait, wait, wait,” said the woman sitting across from Knox, barely able to contain her laughter. “He kissed her hand?”Her name was Mira, one of the few people in the palace who could get away with teasing the king without losing her head. She was the palace’s head strategist and a close ally to Alaric, though she often acted more like a sister than a subordinate.“Oh, it gets better,” Knox said, leaning back in his chair. “He called her my Luna like he was in some kind of romance novel.”Mira burst out laughing, clutching her stomach. “I can’t believe I missed this! Where was I?”“Probably off doing actual work,” Knox replied, smirking.Mira wiped a tear from her eye, her laughter finally subsiding. “You’re serious, though? Alaric actually did that?”“As serious as the scowl he gave me when I told him I was going to tell you.”Mira shook her head, grinning. “Poor Liana. She probably thinks he’s lost his mind.”“He has,” Knox said with mock seriousness.Mira slapped his arm playfully

I didn’t want to see him. But I felt like, out of respect, I should.I gave Knox a look, biting my lips as I glanced at Alaric, who stood there like some stone-cold statue. His gaze was unwavering, piercing straight through me.Knox smirked and nudged me forward. “Go on, little wolf. Don’t keep him waiting.”I shot Knox a glare, but my feet moved on their own, carrying me toward the man who ruled everything within these walls and beyond. The closer I got, the more I felt his presence, like a suffocating weight in the air. His icy blue eyes tracked my every step, unreadable and unnervingly focused.When I finally stood before him, I bowed my head slightly, more out of instinct than anything else. “Your Majesty,” I murmured.Alaric didn’t say anything at first. He just watched me, his gaze dipping to my face, lingering like he was trying to read my thoughts.My skin prickled under his scrutiny, and I dared to glance up, locking eyes with him. For a split second, I swore I saw something

I woke to the sound of knocking, sharp and hasty, pulling me from restless sleep. My eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, I couldn’t remember where I was. The lavish bed, the ornate chandelier, the faint scent of lavender,it all came rushing back.A second knock followed, louder this time.“Wake up,” came Knox’s voice from the other side of the door.Groaning softly, I sat up, pushing the covers off. I adjusted my nightie, standing up. “Why? What time is it?”“It’s time to stop pretending this is a vacation,” he said dryly.I dragged myself out of bed, my body still aching from the tension of the previous night. Opening the door, I found Knox leaning casually against the frame, his arms crossed.“Do you always wake people up like this?” I muttered, brushing a hand through my messy hair.He smirked. “You’ll get used to it.”“Doubt it.”Before he could reply, the, Elise, stepped in, passing from beside Knox and me. She barely spared me a glance as she moved past, carrying a small bu

I gasped. My chest tightened, each breath shallow and painful. The tears had dried on my cheeks, but the ache in my heart had only grown worse. My hands clawed at the sheets as I tried to steady myself, but the heaviness of my memories made it impossible. I couldn’t breathe. I clawed at my chest but it was impossible. Panic surged through me, sharp and unrelenting, as though invisible hands were squeezing the air from my lungs. I stumbled off the bed, my legs trembling beneath me. The room felt too small, the walls pressing in on me, it felt as if they were squeezing me in. I staggered to the door, wrenching it open, and rushed into the hallway. My bare feet padded against the cold stone floor as I searched desperately for an escape, any place where I could breathe again. My vision blurred with fresh tears, but I kept moving, driven by the overwhelming need for air. A balcony. The double doors stood at the end of the corridor, the moonlight spilling through the gla

Knox led me through the winding halls of the palace, his strides confident and unhurried as I struggled to keep up. My new quarters, as he called them, were located on the eastern wing of the castle, far from the bustling activity of the main hall.When we stopped in front of a massive wooden door, Knox pushed it open and stepped aside, gesturing for me to enter.The room was... breathtaking.Golden sunlight filtered through tall arched windows draped with sheer white curtains, illuminating the polished wooden floors. A grand four-poster bed with dark mahogany frames sat at the center, its plush mattress covered in soft cream linens and adorned with golden embroidery. A chandelier hung from the high ceiling, its crystals catching the light and scattering rainbows across the room.To the left, a small sitting area with velvet armchairs and a round table stood by the window, and a tall bookshelf lined one wall, its shelves filled with books whose spines gleamed with gold lettering. Acro

I sat in my car outside the diner long after Kylan had left, staring at my phone screen, debating how to even start this conversation.A trip.It was reckless. Dangerous, even. I should’ve shut it down immediately. But Kylan was right—I was lost.And if this person he knew really could help me…I inhaled sharply and opened the group chat with Kai and Kieran.Me: We need to talk. It’s important. I’ll be home soon.A response came almost immediately.Kai: What happened?Kieran: Are you okay?I stared at their messages, hesitating before replying.Me: Just meet me at the house.I put my phone down before they could respond, gripping the steering wheel tightly.This was going to be a fight.---By the time I walked through the front door, they were both already there—Kai leaning against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, and Kieran sitting at the table, watching me closely.The moment I stepped inside, Kai’s eyes narrowed. “What’s going on?”I exhaled, dropping my keys onto the counter. “

After dropping the kids off at school, I felt useless.I sat in my car for a while, staring at the wheel, trying to figure out what to do with myself. There was always something to handle, always another crisis waiting, but today, there was nothing.It felt wrong.I exhaled sharply and checked my phone. A single message stared back at me. Council Hall. Now.I sighed. No explanation, no warning, just an order.By the time I pulled up to the hall, my mood had soured. The council building was old, built with stone that made it look more like a relic than a functioning place of authority. I pushed through the heavy doors, the cool air inside making my skin prickle.Elder Ama was waiting at the long table, along with three other council members. They watched me with expressions that gave nothing away.“Briar,” Ama said, motioning for me to sit.I didn’t move right away. “This about the clinic?”“It is.”I sat down, crossing my arms. “If this is another attempt to pin something on me, save

“I messed up,” Kylan said, groaning and running his hand over his face.“You think?” Kieran said, standing up, his silver eyes sharp with irritation.Kylan growled, his hands clenching into fists. “You… How dare you bring up Kayla?”“Because you’re trying to do the same thing to Briar,” Kieran shot back, his voice rising. “You don’t connect with her. You don’t listen. And now you’re throwing yourself at her like that’s going to fix anything. Kayla is six feet under because you couldn’t hold yourself together, and now—”“You bastard!” Kylan roared, his voice breaking as he swung at Kieran.The punch landed hard against Kieran’s jaw, the sound of it echoing in the room. Kieran staggered back, but his silver eyes flashed with fury as he wiped at his lip, which was already swelling.“You want to do this?” Kieran growled, his voice deeper now as his wolf pushed to the surface.“You brought her up,” Kylan spat, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. “You know how she was to me. You know

There was a weird thing between triplets. The called it ‘the tingling.’When one was going through a single vulnerability, they all felt it.And Kylan felt it from Kai. This wasn’t the first time. Or the second.Anytime Kai was with Briar, he softened. His tone changed, his walls cracked just enough for it to be noticeable. It was like a gravitational pull existed between them, and Kylan, no matter how hard he tried, felt like an outsider.A goddamn third wheel. It stung more because, out of all of them, Kylan had been the first to meet Briar. He’d noticed her spark, her fire, before either of his brothers had the chance. And yet, it was always Kai who seemed to draw her attention.Kylan stood in the living room, arms crossed, watching Kieran gently arranging blocks on the coffee table.“Aren’t you jealous?” Kylan asked suddenly, his voice tight. “Of the fact that Kai is the closest to her?”Kieran sighed without looking up. “I’ve known since the day Mother spat us out of her womb

Kieran’s silver eyes softened as he leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees. “Briar, no one’s blaming you. We’re just trying to figure this out, and you don’t have to do it alone. We’re here to help.”His words made my throat tighten, but I couldn’t bring myself to speak. I looked away, blinking rapidly to stop the tears that threatened to spill.Kylan, sensing the shift in my mood, stepped closer to the railing and leaned against it casually, his blue eyes glinting with something lighter, softer. “Okay, okay,” he said, holding up his hands. “Let’s hit pause on the serious doom-and-gloom talk for a second. Briar, when’s the last time you took a break? Like, a real break?”I frowned, glancing at him. “A break? Kylan, my life is falling apart. Now’s not exactly the time for… a spa day.”He grinned, a playful edge to his voice. “Hey, I didn’t say spa day—though now that you mention it, we could use some hot towels and massages. My shoulders are killing me.”Despite myself, a sm

I called the three men in for a talk after I had made sure the kids were asleep.We were at the balcony of their rather extravagant mansion. The moonlight reflected off the glass railings, casting a faint glow over the space. The air was cold, filled with the faint scent of cedarwood that seemed to cling to this place.Kieran sat holding a glass of whiskey, his long legs sprawled out casually in front of him. His fiery red hair, tousled and catching the light, framed his sharp jawline in a way that was maddeningly attractive.His shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, revealing just enough of his toned chest to make it impossible not to notice.Kylan leaned against the balcony railing, his black hair tied back in a loose knot. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, revealing his muscular forearms, and his blue eyes gleamed mischievously under the faint light. He looked like he belonged on the cover of a magazine, his easy smirk always hovering on the edge of teasing.And then there