I wake to warmth—heavy, suffocating. His arm is draped over my waist, his breath hot against the back of my neck. Even in sleep, Alderon is possessive, his grip loose but firm enough to remind me exactly where I am.A shudder runs through me. The memories of last night claw at my mind, but I shove them down. I don’t have time to dwell on the pain, the humiliation, or the weight of his claim.I need to get out.Slowly, I exhale, forcing my body to stay still for another moment. I listen—his breathing is steady, deep. Asleep.This is my chance.I shift, inching my body away from him. His fingers twitch, brushing against my skin, but they don’t tighten. Holding my breath, I roll onto the floor, landing on silent feet.The room is dim, the fireplace casting a weak glow against the stone walls. My dress lies in ruins on the floor, shredded beyond use. My stomach twists, but I push past it, scanning the room for something—anything—I can wear.My eyes land on his discarded clothes near the b
I retreat into the darkness, my grip tight around the key. My heartbeat thunders in my ears, but I force myself to move slowly, carefully. One wrong step on the dry leaves beneath my feet, and all of this will be for nothing.The fire crackles louder, the orange glow reflecting in the guards' frantic eyes. Buckets of water slosh as they scramble to contain the flames. I don’t have much time.I slip around the edge of the clearing, sticking to the shadows. The entrance to the dungeon is just ahead, built into the ground, secured by thick iron doors wrapped in silver chains. I grit my teeth at the sight of them.Silver.Even standing this close, I can feel its burn against my skin, an unnatural heat that makes my stomach twist. I can’t touch it directly—not without consequences.I glance over my shoulder. The guards are still distracted. The fire has spread to a second stack of crates, and their shouts have grown more urgent. It’s now or never.I crouch beside the entrance and shove the
The cottage is small and unassuming, tucked deep within the forest, far beyond the reach of Crestwood’s patrols. At first glance, it appears abandoned—its wooden walls weathered, the roof sagging slightly under the weight of time—but inside, it is warm. Safe. The vampire moves with a silent, almost unnatural grace as he leads us in. He doesn’t speak, nor does he linger, simply setting down thick blankets and a plate of food before stepping back, allowing us the space to gather ourselves. I hesitate for only a moment before taking them, my fingers stiff from the night’s cold and exhaustion. Serena is too weak to question him, too drained to care who or what he is. She changes into something warmer, her movements sluggish, and the moment she settles beneath the blankets, she’s asleep. I sit beside her for a long time, watching the slow rise and fall of her chest, as if to reassure myself that she’s truly here—that after all these years, I have finally found her. But relief does not c
The first rays of dawn filter through the cracks in the wooden cottage, bathing the space in a dim, golden glow. The fire has long since burned out, leaving only the faint scent of ash and woodsmoke lingering in the air. Serena is still fast asleep, curled up beneath the thick blanket, her breathing slow and steady. I slip out of bed carefully, my muscles still sore from the night before, and step outside into the crisp morning air. The world is quiet here, untouched, the forest stretching endlessly in every direction. There is no sign of the vampire. I walk farther into the woods, my feet light against the damp earth, until I hear the soft trickle of water. Pushing through the dense foliage, I find a small stream, its surface shimmering in the pale morning light. Without hesitation, I shed my clothes and step in. The cold is a shock at first, wrapping around me like ice, but soon, it becomes refreshing. The water soothes the ache in my limbs, washing away the remnants of last
I needed a plan.But how?By now, Alderon would have realized I was gone. His men were likely scouring the land, their senses sharp, their orders clear. He wouldn't just let me go. I was his mate. His possession.The past few days had been the worst of my life—marked by pain, captivity, and rage. But they had also been…No. I crushed the thought before it could take root.There had been nothing good about them. Nothing but suffering. I wanted Alderon dead, and I would do whatever it took to make that happen.The stream had become my refuge. Sitting beside it, watching the water flow freely, gave me the illusion of security. The rippling surface reflected the sky, endless and unburdened. I traced rough lines into the dirt, mapping out a plan I didn’t even know how to execute.Alderon was strong. Ruthless. Powerful.And I was alone.I exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through my damp hair. How the hell do I kill someone like him?The sound of footsteps had me tensing, my instincts flarin
All day, Derek kept his distance. I felt him watching from the shadows, his presence lingering like a ghost, but he never came close. Not once. I hated it. By the time the sun set, frustration burned through me. I was done waiting. I found him at the edge of the trees, where the forest met the clearing. The moon was high, spilling silver light over his sharp features, making him look even more untouchable—like something out of a dream, or maybe a nightmare. He didn’t move when I approached. "Derek." Silence. His gaze stayed on the darkness beyond the trees, his body still, his hands clenched into fists. I stepped closer. "How long are you going to ignore me?" Nothing. The ache inside me turned sharp. "You regret it, don’t you?" My voice was quiet, but the accusation was there. Finally, he moved. His jaw tightened, and he exhaled through his nose. “I told myself I wouldn’t do this.” “Do what?” His head turned, and in the moonlight, his eyes flashed—strongly
Derek was gone before I could even breathe.One second, he was pressed against me, his body heat searing into mine. The next, he was a blur of movement—silent, lethal.The scream rang through the forest again.Serena.Panic twisted inside me, shoving away the haze of lust, replacing it with something sharp. Cold. Terrifying.I ran.The clearing blurred past as I sprinted after Derek, my heart hammering so hard I thought it might rupture. The sound of rushing water grew louder—the river just ahead—and then—I saw them.Serena was on her knees, struggling, sobbing. Two men flanked her, their hands fisted in her hair, forcing her head back. Their uniforms bore Alderon’s crest—the royal sigil of my mate.A mate I never chose.A mate I wanted dead.Derek stood a few feet away, still as death.His hands were clenched at his sides, his breathing measured, controlled. But I could feel it—the rage. The violence. It was curling around him like smoke, thick and deadly.One of the men sneered. “Y
Alderon’s gaze locks onto mine, and the world tilts.I hear the sound of my own breathing, sharp and uneven. The forest feels smaller, the shadows pressing in around us. The scent of damp earth and pine is drowned out by him—his presence, his power.He isn’t surprised.He isn’t angry.He’s amused.“Going somewhere?” His voice is low, a dangerous purr that sends a shiver down my spine.I tighten my grip on Serena, instinct screaming at me to run. But it’s too late. He’s already here.“Move.” I force the word out, steady, unwavering.Alderon tilts his head, his gold eyes glinting. “Or what?”My stomach twists. There is no or what. There never was.Behind him, the wolves appear.They step out of the darkness—hulking figures with glowing eyes, their bodies tense, waiting for a command. His pack.I grab Serena’s wrist. “Run.”She hesitates. Too long.Alderon moves.Fast.Before I can react, before I can even think—he’s on me.A blur of black, a rush of air, and I’m weightless.Then—pain.I
The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a silver glow over the quiet forest beyond the castle walls. I stood near the balcony, the cool breeze brushing against my skin, carrying the distant scent of pine and earth.Behind me, the door creaked open. Footsteps. A presence I knew too well.Alderon.I didn’t turn around, my fingers tightening around the edge of the stone railing. My heart pounded as he stopped a few feet away, silent. Waiting.Finally, I spoke, my voice barely above a whisper. “I hated you for so long.”“I know,” Alderon said, his voice rough with something unreadable. Regret, maybe. Or something deeper.I turned to face him, the man I had once sworn to destroy. The man I had blamed for everything. The father of my child.And yet, standing here now, I saw him differently. Not the monster I had believed him to be. Not the villain I had painted in my mind. But a man who had suffered just as I had. A man who had carried burdens in silence, allowing me to hate him to pro
The fire in the hearth flickered, casting restless shadows across the stone walls. I sat on the edge of my bed, my hands resting over my stomach. But I felt nothing. No joy. No excitement. Only fear. Only anger.A baby.Alderon’s child.My fingers curled into fists over the fabric of my gown. I didn’t even realize I was crying until a soft knock echoed against the heavy door.Before I could answer, it creaked open, and Serena stepped inside.She smiled gently. “Hey.” Closing the door behind her, she walked toward me. “How do you feel?”I laughed bitterly, shaking my head. “How do I feel?” My throat tightened as I looked up at her. “I feel terrible, obviously. I can’t believe I’m pregnant with Alderon’s child when all I want to do is kill him.”Serena’s smile faded. “Rose—”“I don’t know what to do,” I cut in, my voice raw. “I don’t want this.” A fresh wave of emotion rose as I pressed a hand to my stomach. “I don’t want his child.”Serena’s brows furrowed. “Rose—”“I despise him,” I h
A month had passed since Derek’s death, yet I was still trapped in the nightmare he left behind. I moved through the days like a ghost—silent, hollow, drifting through time without purpose.I barely spoke. I barely felt.Nothing mattered anymore.So when Eva came to fetch me for breakfast—sent by Alderon’s mother—I didn’t resist. There was no use. I let her dress me in soft silks, braid my hair, and dust my skin with perfume, like I was nothing more than a lifeless doll.I entered the dining hall without a word.Sunlight poured through the tall windows, casting a golden glow over the long wooden table. Plates of roasted meats, fresh fruit, and warm bread filled the air with an aroma that should have been inviting.But it wasn’t.Not to me.Serena sat beside Alderon’s mother, laughing softly. She looked content—at peace. As if she had already forgotten everything we had been through.I hadn’t.I never would.Sliding into my chair across from Alderon, I kept my head down. His golden eye
The door creaks open, and Eva steps in, balancing a tray in her hands. The scent of warm stew fills the air, but my stomach twists at the thought of eating.“Luna,” she murmurs, cautiously placing the tray on the small table beside the bed. “You have to eat.”I glare at her, my eyes red and swollen. My throat is raw from the silent sobs I refused to let escape. I don’t answer. I can’t.Eva hesitates, her fingers twisting in the fabric of her dress. Then, with a small sigh, she says, “I’m sorry for your loss.”The words unravel me.A sharp sob breaks past my lips, and before I can stop myself, the tears spill over, hot and relentless. I press my hands over my face, willing myself to stop, but it’s no use.Derek is gone.Dead.And it’s because of me.If he had never met me—never tried to help me—he would still be alive.Eva shifts awkwardly, watching me crumble. When she speaks again, her voice is steady, almost too firm.“My lady, if you ask me, he deserved to die. I hope he goes to he
Darkness.It coils around me, thick and suffocating.I don’t remember how I got here—back in Alderon’s chambers, locked away like some fragile, broken thing. The moment Derek’s head hit the ground, something inside me snapped.I fought.I clawed.I screamed.And still, he held me.Now, the room is silent except for my own ragged breathing. My hands tremble against my lap, my nails caked with dried blood—not mine. I don’t know whose, and I don’t care.The door creaks open.I don’t look up.Heavy footsteps approach, slow and deliberate. The scent of cedar and firewood fills the space, wrapping around me like chains.Alderon.My entire body tenses.He crouches before me, his presence overwhelming, his golden eyes scanning my face.I feel his fingers beneath my chin, tilting my face toward him. I refuse to meet his gaze.“You fought like a wild thing.” His voice is quiet, but there’s something dark lurking beneath it.I say nothing.“You tried to kill me.”I still don’t speak.His grip ti
A soft knock pulls me from sleep. I blink, my body heavy, my limbs sore. The space beside me is empty—Alderon is gone. Wrapping the blanket around my chest, I clear my throat. “Come in.” The door creaks open, and Eva steps inside, carrying fresh clothes. Her posture is relaxed, different from the first day we met, but there’s something unreadable in her gaze. She sets the clothes on the bed before walking toward the basin, pouring warm water into the tub. “The Alpha has asked me to prepare you,” she says gently. “There’s going to be an execution today, and he wants you to be there.” I freeze. An execution? My heart pounds against my ribs. A lump lodges itself in my throat. “Why?” My voice comes out hoarse. Eva lowers her gaze. “He didn’t say.” But I already know. Maybe this is a warning. A reminder of what happens to those who defy him. Maybe this is his way of showing me the consequences of running away again. I swallow hard, my fingers tightening around the blanket. “
I sit with my knees tucked against my chest, my arms wrapped tightly around them.The past two days with Derek had been the best I’d had since Alderon took me.For the first time in what felt like forever, I had loved. I had felt safe. Even if it was only an illusion—a fragile moment of peace before the storm.But it hadn’t lasted.Now, the cold reality of my situation crashes over me like a tide, drowning me in the weight of what comes next.The door bursts open, slamming against the wall. My head snaps up just as Serena rushes in, followed closely by Lisa and Gina.My heart stops.She looks unhurt.A wave of relief floods through me, my chest tightening as I scramble to my feet.“Serena!” I throw myself at her, wrapping my arms around her tightly.She’s warm. Alive.My hands move instinctively over her, checking for wounds. The last time I saw her, she had been bleeding, her body thrown to the ground like a rag doll as the guards dragged her away. But apart from the cut on her arm—t
The corridors stretch endlessly, dimly lit by flickering torches. Shadows dance along the damp stone walls, closing in, suffocating. Each step I take is an act of defiance, though my body protests. My wrists burn, my legs threaten to give out, but I keep moving.Because I won’t let Alderon break me.Caleb walks beside me, silent as ever. His presence looms, but I don’t acknowledge him. He’s nothing more than a leash, dragging me toward the inevitable.Toward him.The double doors ahead are massive, carved with ancient symbols. The insignia of the Alpha King. Of Alderon.My stomach twists as Caleb reaches for the handle.“Wait.” My voice is hoarse. “Tell me if Derek’s alive.”Caleb stills. For the first time, his expression flickers with something—hesitation? Guilt?But he doesn’t answer.The doors swing open.And Alderon is waiting.He stands by the fireplace, his broad frame bathed in golden light. His coat is gone, leaving only his black shirt, sleeves rolled up to reveal strong for
“On one condition.”My heart pounds so loudly I can hear it in my ears. My throat is raw from screaming for Derek. For nothing.I swallow hard. “What condition?”Alderon crouches in front of me, his fingers gripping my chin. The touch is almost gentle—but I know better.His next words are a death sentence.“You will give me a child.”The world drops out from under me.I feel the breath leave my body. My vision blurs. I’m dizzy. Suffocating.I shake my head before I can even process the words. “No. No, you’re lying.”His lips curl. “Am I?”Alderon’s hand drifts lower, settling over my stomach.A violent shudder racks through me. I try to jerk away, but there’s nowhere to go. The chains rattle, biting into my raw wrists.“You will carry my heir,” he murmurs, his thumb stroking absently against my skin. “You will bind yourself to me forever.”A broken sound rips from my throat. “I won’t.”Alderon lets out a soft hum. Then—he moves.Faster than I can react, his hand is at my throat.Not s