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
FLORAThe air was heavy with the scent of damp earth, mixed with the acrid smell of burning incense. The flickering candle flames cast menacing shadows on the stonewalls, elongating and twisting like agitated spirits. I was in the centre of the room, watching as the runes I wrote in blood seemed to radiate power. The magic coursed through my veins, reminding me of what I had sacrificed to return.David was by my side, his gold-coloured eyes filled with barely restrained excitement. So ready to charge into the storm without fully comprehending its strength. His interest in Hailey had clouded his mind, but for the moment, I needed that instinctual loyalty."You're positive this will work?" he asked, his taut-with-tension voice.I gazed at him, my expression unyielding. "Of course. Ryan is Hailey's greatest weakness. If we take him, she'll disintegrate."David's lips curled into a slow, ravenous smile. "And Jaden? Will he finally see Hailey for what she truly is?""Jaden will follow wher
TURTELAThe night smelled of blood and rain.I was leaning on my balcony, looking over the gardens of the castle when the wind told me something was coming. I could feel it in the chill of the air, in how the shadows played out of control in the pale light of the moon.Adrian had left several hours before me, summoned to deal with some crisis in his kingdom. He had not wanted to go, but I had assured him that I would be fine, and after an exhausting hour of repeated persuasion, he finally left, but not before leaving the place armed with so many vampires for my protection he'd said so I let it be. They all always assume I'm defenceless, but I'm not, and sooner or later, they'd learn the truth. I was not an insubstantial princess who would require to be kept under constant protection. I was the child of the Alpha King and Queen of All Species. Anyone thinking they could sneak up on me was a moron.Yet the unease did not linger.I moved away from the balcony and inside, letting the heav
JADENThe air in the war room was charged.All of our maps, all of our parchment, all of our plans covered the big oak table, but none of it mattered until we figured out the most important thing—how in the world were we going to save my dad?Ryan, the Alpha King, my father, had been taken.And I was not handling it well.The enormous war table was ringed by our most powerful leaders—vampires, wolves, witches, even a dragon. Adrian, Vampire King, sat with his arms folded, his red eyes scanning the map spread out before us. Jackson stood next to me, his jaw so clenched that I feared his teeth would shatter. Jermaine's palms were flat on the table, fingers buried deep in the wood, his icy eyes trained on Isaiah, who'd been predictably quiet since this whole thing began.My mom occupied the head of the table. At least, where she'd once been.She hadn't spoken much, but I could feel her there. A hurricane waiting to be unleashed."Connor is an idiot if he thinks we won't retaliate," Alexi
FLORAPower was a fickle beast.One minute, it was within your grasp, moulding itself to your will like pliable clay. The next, it slipped through your fingers like sand, lost to the winds of chance.But chance was only a tool—a thing to be exploited, just like people, just like David.My son thought he was strong. Brilliant. Ruthless.He was none of these.David was a boy playing with fire, obsessed with the legacy of a man who was never worthy of it. His blind obsession with Hailey compromised his judgment and left him exposed. He was nothing more than a vessel for something greater—my ambitions, my power.He had no idea that from the moment I returned, his fate had been sealed.I stood atop the black peak of my fortress, the wind rending my cloak around me. Warriors exercised in disciplined ranks below, their cries echoing off the valley. Witches walked among their midst, whispering spells, charming their weapons, so that when the time came, no enemy would stand a chance.But this
JACKSON Doubt sat heavy on my chest like an iron cage. I had walked back and forth for hours, my mind contemplating all the various things that could have occurred to my mother and father. Hailey was gone, and Ryan had already been kidnapped. The more we sat here planning for what felt like forever, the more frustrated I became.I wasn't cut out for this—waiting, planning, hoping. I was a man of action, a doer who seized the situation and took control of it before things started to spin out of control. But this? This was chaos plain and simple, and I hated it.I expelled a sharp breath, rubbing my temples as I stood before the large war table where my brothers and our allies stood. Maps covered its surface, revealing the known territory of Connor and his warriors. Jaden was wound tight, his fingers drumming against the wood in irritation, while Turtela wore an edge to her otherwise warm aura. Alexia, my mate—our mate—remained quiet, her arms wrapped tightly around her chest as she st
HAILEY My nostrils were filled with the scent of wet earth and blood as I ventured into David's spell-protected castle; they thought they hid it well but nothing in the supernatural world stayed hidden from me because I could easily see through runes, spells and any form of enchantment placed on anything, it's one of the biggest advantages of being Queen. I moved fast, my form tense with the kind of strain only war could ignite. The battle was drawing near.And I would be taking hell with me.I could make out the far-off mutterings of warriors patrolling the perimeter, oblivious to the storm that was gathering to pour down on their heads. They had stolen my mate and dared to incarcerate the Alpha King. They caught him unawares, while he was weak after returning from a battle yet they think it'd be that easy? Did they think to keep Ryan from me?Fools.My claws bared as I stalked toward the massive hideout nestled deep within the rocky terrain. The fortress was cut into the face of a
AURORAI had seen much in my life—radiant feasts, epic battles, and even the hidden glories of the Fae realm—but nothing so awe-inspiring as the vista that stood before me now.A ruin. A complete and utter ruin.The great castle, hewn from the face of the mountain, now smouldered in ash, its remains clinging to walls that barely stood. A curl of smoke drifted into the air, its acrid blending with that of charred stone and spell. It was ruinously beautiful.And at its centre stood my Aunt Hailey.She was a picture of strength, hair streaming in the wind, golden eyes burning with the sting of battle. Beside her, Uncle Ryan stood unwavering, bloodied but very much alive, his wolf-like aura as dominant as ever.Jaden, Jackson, and Jermaine stood there silently, each one absorbing the devastation in their own quiet way. Alexia was keeping her mouth open, eyes staring in horror. Even Adrian, the ever-aloof Vampire King, raised an eyebrow at the show.Me, though? I smiled."That," I breathed
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