KAELDraco was missing once more. For years now, he'd go missing this way, for weeks, Months even and shut me out but this was hardly the time for this was hardly the time. The Queen needed all the allegiances she could get and she has my loyalty and support. A woman who did what needed to be done is well desrving of respect and more.I stood at the cliffs, the howling mountain winds ripping at my face, my gaze on the valley below. His smell was far away, his normal path changed. I had been searching for hours, fury burning in my chest. He had never disobeyed me so, not until recently.My beast and I were bound in ways that no one else could understand. He was my other half, my fury, my fire. But lately, he had been leaving without speaking, vanishing into the interior of the nation, to reappear with some smell that I could never identify.Until today.The air stank of scorched earth, coals still faintly smoldering in the wake of Draco's tantrum. I followed the trail by instinct, boot
JADENI detected the scent of the fire before I was able to see him.That characteristic smell of burning coals, the rich dragon musk of smoke—it enveloped me like a stale warmth, a spark that kindled in my belly. For a moment, I questioned whether or not I'd dreamed it, if maybe my longing had played a trick on my nose.Kael had been a guardian, but more than that. He had been my anchor, my tormentor, my savior—all in one.I remember to this day the first time I had stood before him, a gangling pup not yet skilled at shifting, trembling at the sight of his attention. He had towered over me like a war god, his size as great and intimidating as the dragons he commanded."You are weak," he had said to me that day, voice rough, eyes slicing. "But weakness is a choice. I will not raise a coward."And he hadn't.Kael had been brutal in my training. He had broken me, torn me apart, bled me, made me hurt. But he had never abandoned me. Not ever.When I had fallen, he had made me get up.When
HAILEYThe moment I stepped into the courtyard, I could feel him. The energy at the castle became turbulent, unsteady, more potent than any other day because contrary to popular opinion, Turtela is not as tame as she presents herself neither are any of our kids but no outsider is aware of this but right now there's ancient magic of a dragon here. The Dragon King is here in person.Kael.The air was hot, thick with the scent of smoldering embers and dragon flames. I could feel him before I even caught sight of him, his presence as imposing as ever—a unyielding power, fierce but contained.Jaden stood beside him, his own face radiating with something I had not seen in years—pure, unfiltered happiness. He looked like the child I used to hold, the boy I had been forced to give up. And now, the man before me… he was whole, if only for this moment.Kael turned as I approached, his icy blue eyes meeting mine.There was a pause.Then—In a movement so swift, so seamless, that Jaden barely had
AARONThe very moment Aurora took her first breath here, the very moment that tiny fingers had wrapped around my own, I'd known that she wouldn't belong to me forever. She would live, she would grow, and at some point in time she'd find her own mate. It was how the universe was constructed.But realizing and embracing were two very different ideas.I sat at the big dining table in the great hall of the castle, watching my daughter. She was talking to Turtela and Alexia, her green eyes shining with laughter as she gestured with her hands. Her laughter was like music in the room, and I felt the familiar warmth in my chest.Aurora was my pride and joy, the most precious thing I had in this world. And I was not going to let her go.She was so small, so delicate, wrapped in the most dainty blanket Lyna had chosen with care. And yet even as a baby, she had a presence—a fire burning in her eyes, the same fire that burned in her mother's heart. I remember tracing my finger over her tiny fist,
RYANI had fought wars, conquered foes, and ruled the most powerful pack in the world. I had torn through blood-soaked battlefields, stood strong against dangers that would bring lesser men to their knees.And yet, as I made my way to the courtyard of the castle to meet the man who had mentioned my son, my chest was tight with something I did not feel very often.Uncertainty.I remember the night Hailey gave birth as though it were yesterday. The castle was charged with tension, all the residents holding their breaths as she writhed through the pain. I was beside her, holding her hand, whispering words of comfort even as my heart pounded with fear and anticipation.Then, one by one, they entered the world.Jermaine. Jaden. Jackson.Three perfect, wonderful boys.The moment I was holding them in my arms, I knew I was changed for life. Always a warrior, a leader, a king, but nothing, nothing, ever had reached the part of my heart that sang when I looked into their precious little faces.
JACKSONEverything was changing.I'd spent the past two decades constructing a life among humans—business, power, wealth. I'd learned every trick required to reign supreme in a world that didn't even realize what I really was. And now? Now, I was returned to a kingdom I hardly recognized, among a family I'd been denied, observing as destiny spun a tale I wasn't certain I wanted to be a part of.I leaned my elbow on the railing of the castle balcony and looked out toward the horizon where the mountains dissolved into the clouds. It was quite a nice view, but in my head, there was chaos.Jaden had Kael. Jermaine had the witches. And I had no one.And worse, the distance between us and Alexia had grown farther away.My universe had been the human world. A world of blinding lights, massive deals, and an empire built from the ground up. I'd had power, influence, and riches beyond understanding. But none of it had ever meant as much as she did.Alexia had always been there. From the day we
JERMAINE The moment I walked into Isaiah's home, an eerie cold ran through me. Something did not feel right. The room was too silent—too still. The candles that would normally have been lit steadily in a golden warm light had burned themselves out, and there remained only a residue of smoky melted wax behind. I called him. "Isaiah?"No response.My face contorted into a scowl as I moved further in. Books, scrolls, and strange objects filled the room, but something was…off. The air inside was holding its breath. My stomach knotted in unease.And I saw him.Isaiah lay on the ground, unmoving. His skin was paler than usual, his breathing shallow, and his hands were clenched in a death grip. Shadows moved unnaturally across his body, curling and twining like ethereal vines."Shit." I rushed forward, pressing my fingers to his neck. A pulse—weak, but there. Relief barely had time to register before urgency became all that mattered.I couldn't possibly lift him by myself. I needed help.O
ATHENAThe candles threw dancing shadows on the stone walls, their stretched darkness writhing like ghosts. The scent of burnt herbs was thick in the air, an old custom meant to cloak our words from inquisitive magic. Connor, the so-called King of Bears, sat across from me, his huge form tense, his yellow eyes shining with calculation."You expect me to trust you?" His voice was a low growl, as coarse as the forest he ruled. "You, out of everyone?"I grinned, dragging a painted nail across the wooden table that stood between them. "I want you to be smart enough to see the opportunity in front of you, Connor. Flora thinks she can control us, but we both know she's a dead woman walking with borrowed power."His fists clenched. "And David?""David is nothing more than a desperate fool playing with something far greater than himself," I answered, leaning in. "His obsession with Hailey clouds his judgment. He will fail, just like his mother."Connor studied me, his expression unreadable. I
FAE QUEEN The air within the grand hall of the High Council was electric. Elders, monarchs, and ambassadors from every supernatural race had arrived in haste, at my behest. Their gazes cut through me, some accusatory, others optimistic. It did not matter. They would soon see sense.I sat at the head of the chamber, my throne carved from silverwood of old, its veins thrumming with the magic of my ancestors. The council chamber itself was a wonder—a realm of mist between worlds, spun of threads of power and time. Stained glass copied the stars above, changing with every breath of magic.I had always been patient, measured. But not today.Today, my daughter had passed."Queen Hailey has stepped over a line no ruler should ever step over," I began, my voice an effortless combination of sadness and pent-up rage. "She has murdered my daughter in cold blood. She did not offer any concessions. She did not request justice—merely death. The Queen of All Species, the one who vows to rule fairly
FAE QUEEN My hall of court shone with gold radiance, the scent of elder flowers and magic filling the air. My councilors sat before me, muttering strategy to each other, their words dissolving into the sweet thrum of the otherworldly wards that protected my kingdom. Speech of alliances, of backroom politics, hung in the air—our usual gambits, our courteous waltzes past mortal and immortal alike.And then—Darkness.A rush of cold air sliced through the warmth of the room, and the atmosphere shifted. A flood of outside magic wrapped itself into my sanctuary, dense and reeking of death. All the fae in the room froze, the golden glow of the court shuddering as something much stronger than our own permeated.And then—A corpse.Her corpse.Liandra.One moment, I sat at the front of my court, listening to the well-practiced words of my people. The next, my daughter's body materialized in my lap, her body limp, her once-shining skin deathly pale, dead. Her head hung in an unnatural way, th
LIANDRAThe castle glows silver beneath the moon, radiance flooding high windows as I shift silently in darkness. My mother's words are weight upon my mind, the ruling ingrained within me, thread by thread, until I was bound inextricably within."You need to be present when he falters.""You must remind him of his place."Jermaine is ours. Always has been.I won't let them take him from me.The vial of spell burns cold in my hand as I lean back against cold stone hallway, ears straining to hear the sound of guards walking through the halls. The palace is vast, more beautiful than any mortal palace, but I have spent years learning how to travel from one world to another unseen. The moment the guards pass by, I breathe out, allowing the faint sheen of fae magic to run along my skin.A glamour, simple but functional. The wolves are strong, but their senses are not attuned to the fae magic that Jermaine's are.I stroll along the halls smoothly, my own heart beating calmly as I walk toward
QUEEN LYSARA The human, wolf-born believe the Fae to be flighty, whimsical creatures—dancing under the moon, spinning stories, laughing as if the entire world is nothing but fantasy. Fools. They have no idea of the weight of power, the need for command that has shaped my folk from the beginning of time.We are not merely beasts of beauty and marvel. We are masters. We are masters of fate. And I will witness my plans for Liandra come to nothing because Hailey believes herself above the bargaining terms.Jermaine is mine.He is, from the moment I introduced him to my world, from the moment I wrapped his small body against mine and spoke magic into his skin to mold him into the perfect tool. I taught him, strengthened him, shaped him into something greater than his breed would have crafted.And now, the Queen of All has the audacity to claim that he is hers to command?My mouth curls in revulsion as I pace the length of my throne room. The corridor is still except for the muted hum of a
JERMAINEI had never been a part of anyplace—not with the wolves, not with the witches, not with the fae. I had lived in a life of delicate equilibrium among them all, and yet, I had always somehow known that this day would come. The day they'd demand I make a choice.I grew up in a country of illusions and gossip, where everything seemed other than what it seemed to be. The Fae Queen was my mother in all the ways that counted most—apart from the way that counted most.She never held me when I cried. Never comforted me when I woke from nightmares, lost and searching for something I couldn't name. She trained me, shaped me, made me something worthy of her attention. But she never loved me. Not like a mother would.I recall the day that I first realized. I was six, in front of her, my bruised and bloodied hands from training with her warriors. I had trained so hard that day, I had pushed myself to the breaking point, hoping—foolishly—that she would have a kind word for me. That she woul
HAILEY The moment I stepped inside the Fae Court, I knew this was a bad idea.Not that I feared them. No, the Fae had lost long ago any power they ever had to elicit anything more than annoyance in me. But that they'd taken it upon themselves to summon me, like I was some petty subject under their authority, brought my blood to a rolling boil.There was a hush that fell on the grand hall as I approached, my steps echoing on the shining crystal floors. The Fae lived and breathed beauty and lies, and their Queen was no exception. She lounged on her sparkling throne of woven silver and ivy, golden eyes unruffled, enigmatic.I remained standing before her, bowing my head by a fraction. "You are well aware, Your Majesty, that summoning in a Queen of my reputation is an insult worthy of war, aren't you?"The silence in the room intensified.I watched as the Queen's lips wobbled, her face a fleeting twitch of mirth playing upon her small face. "And yet you did."I smiled, but it was not war
ISAIAHThe sun had barely risen, but the castle was already alive with movement. The air hummed with tension, the aftermath of last night's claiming still potent with power. It was to be expected—three Alphas finally claiming their mate. The bond had taken hold, their powers intertwined with Alexia's, and now the whole of the supernatural world would feel the shift.I had expected much in my lifetime, yet watching destiny unfold before my eyes was always an occasion. However, unease sat heavy in my breast.Something was amiss.I stood on the highest balcony of the castle, looking out over the endless territories beneath me. The sky was cloudless, the air crisp, yet my mind elsewhere. I'd felt a stirring—a stirring beyond the triplet and Alexia connection. Something beneath the surface was twitching, an unseen energy crawling its way nearer.And it wasn't hostile.A soft shuffle at my rear had me turning.Hailey.The Queen strode purposefully, her presence commanding as always. But I
ALEXIAI'm tensed around the triplets, it's a full moon, my emotions are wild, my arousal potent yet I can't bring myself to loosen up; asides the fact that I'm two years older, I've always only seen the boys as my siblings but all of my impressions of them pale in comparison to this day.Jaden is the first to move towards me, spraying peppery kisses at my neck, my back and nipping at me with his fangs. A moan involuntarily slips out of me and Jermaine is suddenly next to him, as I try to keep a grasp on the emotions flying round me, he tears of my cloth while Jaden kisses me long and hard; I'm gasping for breath, breathless, lost and certainly unaware of my surroundings. At some point I'm lowered to the bed and Jackson is on me, his kisses are sweet, dominant and pleasurable and as I try to get used to the feeling, suddenly I feel long fingers in me, then two hot mouths on my nipples, it's too much, the pleasure is so heightened that I am lost and as my first climax rips through me,
JADENThe weight of Hailey's ultimatum hung over me like a thick fog. Three days. That was all Alexia had. Three days to decide whether or not she would accept or reject the bond that tied her to my brothers and me.And now, beneath the full moon's dark sky, I sat in our shared chambers, tension coiled tight within my muscles.Jackson stretched out on the couch, looking relaxed, but I noticed the restless flutter of his fingers against the armrest. Jermaine stood at the window, looking out at the moon with a face that couldn't be read.We didn't say a word.Because none of us had any idea what was coming.I exhaled a sharp breath, pushing myself off the wall I was standing against. "Think she'll show?" My voice was low, but my words echoed in the silence.Jermaine didn't turn from the window. "I don't know."Jackson snorted. "She doesn't actually have a choice. Either she takes us, or she lets us go. The question is—" His gaze met mine. "Can you handle it if she says no?"A muscle tig