A note. My fingers shook as I picked it up, instantly recognizing Neil’s handwriting—he always wrote in all capital letters, like he was shouting. I swallowed hard and began to read. “Raven, There was an attack on the village last night—they breached the castle walls. During the attack, Serena
Neil The cold wind bit at my skin as the Lycan kingdom slowly came into view, its jagged peaks silhouetted against the pale morning sky. My heart was a stone lodged deep in my chest, heavy and unyielding. Each mile closer to home twisted my chest even tighter, but I forced myself forward. There
Raven The box was heavier than I expected. The ashes inside seemed to weigh more than my father ever did in life, and the idea of him reduced to this—just powder and bone fragments—made my throat tighten. I swallowed hard as I held the urn against my chest, my hands trembling. The nurse who ha
It was tucked away in the corner, almost hidden, and the sight of it sent a strange pang through my chest. Slowly, I reached up and pulled it down, the cardboard flaking slightly under my fingers. It wasn’t labeled, but something about it felt… important. I carried it to the bed and sat down, my h
RavenThe day I realized that my assistant Dani was copying my entire life on social media, I couldn’t have been more disgusted.My name is Raven. I am a werewolf model, and a perfume brand entrepreneur. Dani was not just my assistant, but also my best friend—which was a rare thing in the world of f
RavenThe sun was blinding as I cracked my eyes open, but was quickly blotted out by a tall form stepping into view. I squinted, shielding my eyes with my arm as I looked up at him.“Oh, thank goodness,” I began. “I-I think my helicopter crashed—”“I can see that.”The tall form’s voice was gruff, d
Neil & RavenNeilMy senses had to have been deceiving me.This woman was my mate? This… frail, skinny little thing was the one who was tied to my soul?I almost laughed out loud at the notion.“It’s true,” I felt my wolf’s familiar voice echo inside of my skull. “She is our mate. Can’t you feel it?
RavenI squeezed my eyes shut and waited for the prince to reject me, but…Nothing happened.I’d never experienced it myself, of course, but being rejected by one’s fated mate was said to be an extremely painful process—the type of pain that would last for days and days on end, maybe even weeks or m
It was tucked away in the corner, almost hidden, and the sight of it sent a strange pang through my chest. Slowly, I reached up and pulled it down, the cardboard flaking slightly under my fingers. It wasn’t labeled, but something about it felt… important. I carried it to the bed and sat down, my h
Raven The box was heavier than I expected. The ashes inside seemed to weigh more than my father ever did in life, and the idea of him reduced to this—just powder and bone fragments—made my throat tighten. I swallowed hard as I held the urn against my chest, my hands trembling. The nurse who ha
Neil The cold wind bit at my skin as the Lycan kingdom slowly came into view, its jagged peaks silhouetted against the pale morning sky. My heart was a stone lodged deep in my chest, heavy and unyielding. Each mile closer to home twisted my chest even tighter, but I forced myself forward. There
A note. My fingers shook as I picked it up, instantly recognizing Neil’s handwriting—he always wrote in all capital letters, like he was shouting. I swallowed hard and began to read. “Raven, There was an attack on the village last night—they breached the castle walls. During the attack, Serena
Raven The morning sunlight streamed through the heavy curtains, warming my skin as I stretched lazily, a small smile curling at my lips. For the first time in what felt like forever, I woke up without the weight of the world pressing down on my chest. Last night had been… spectacular, to say the
“I want this off,” he huffed against the column of my throat, his voice rough and needy. “You Werewolves wear too many clothes.” “Then tear it off,” I commanded thickly. Neil pulled back a little, his eyes blazing with hunger but also flickering with an uncharacteristic uncertainty. “Tear it?”
Raven Neil practically kicked down the door, his lips still locked onto mine, his arms wrapped firmly around me. The darkened hotel room fell into pitch darkness when he shut the door behind us, but he didn’t bother with the lights. He didn’t need to; the sparks flying between us were enough to li
Dani flushed, and Nathan had the decency to look ashamed. “We’re fated mates,” he said quietly. “We didn’t plan for it to happen, Raven. You have to believe me.” “I don’t have to believe anything,” I said sharply, clutching my fresh champagne glass tightly. For a moment, I was tempted to throw it
Raven It felt surreal, stepping back into this world of polished smiles and manufactured charm. The moment I stepped into the grand hotel, I could practically smell the competition mingling with the expensive perfume in the air. Everyone seemed to be trying to outdo one another, each gown and ma