Lynette’s POVA soft smile lingers on my lips as I scratch behind the ear of the feline curled in my arms. His fur is plush, warm beneath my fingertips, and the gentle vibration of his purring sends soothing tremors through my body. It’s a peaceful rhythm, one that settles into my bones, quieting the restless thoughts buzzing in the back of my mind.Cats are the best. I nod to myself, firm in this belief.The café is warm, filled with the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the subtle sweetness of pastries. The scent of cinnamon and vanilla hangs in the air, blending with the occasional earthy musk of the cats roaming freely. Soft jazz hums from the speakers, mixing with the occasional meow or the quiet chatter of patrons. The atmosphere is cozy, a little bubble of warmth and comfort.Originally, I had planned to use Kassian as nothing more than a driver—to have him drop me off at Elliott’s while taking the opportunity to talk. But that plan crumbled the moment I got into the car.
The rhythmic pattering, clicking, and clacking of countless footsteps echo across the glossy marble floor, blending into a chaotic symphony of movement. The air hums with the constant chatter of shoppers—laughter, hurried conversations, and the occasional excited squeal from a child. Somewhere in the distance, a store’s automated doors slide open with a soft whoosh, followed by the faint chime of a welcome bell.The scent of fried food lingers in the air, a mix of crispy fries, buttery pretzels, and something sweet—maybe cinnamon rolls from a food stall nearby, while bursts of perfume and fabric softener drift from bustling clothing stores. The artificial chill of the mall’s air conditioning brushes against my skin, battling against the warmth of packed bodies moving in every direction. Bright overhead lights reflect off polished surfaces, making the space feel even bigger, yet somehow claustrophobic with the constant flow of people.Amidst the whirlwind of noise and motion, I find mys
I nod absentmindedly, only half-listening as Zalie chatters on about her boyfriend. Her voice is animated, her excitement palpable, but my mind is elsewhere—trapped in the endless loop of conflicted thoughts about Kassian.I know I should be paying attention. I offer the occasional hum or nod, enough to keep from offending her, but the weight in my chest refuses to lift.Across from us, Ivanna sits a seat away, her long legs crossed as she taps away at her phone, the faint glow reflecting in her sharp eyes. The steady click of her nails against the screen is drowned out only by the loud pop of her gum as she chews it carelessly.Lyla, on the other hand, is completely absorbed in her notebook, scribbling furiously, her lips curling into a small, secretive smile. I don’t know what she’s writing, but she looks… happy. Content in a way I wish I could be. Whatever it is, it must be important.My attention shifts back to Zalie just as she announces, “I think Zeris is going to propose soon.”
I grip the spoon in my hand so tightly that my knuckles turn white, the cold metal pressing uncomfortably against my palm. My teeth grind together as I force myself to swallow my rage. The voice—sickly sweet and grating, like nails scraping against a chalkboard—calls my name again.“Lynette! Oh my God, it is you!”I exhale sharply through my nose, shifting my gaze from my clenched fist to the woman in question.Cheryl.The moment my eyes land on her, a scoff escapes my lips before I can stop it. Of course, it’s her. That stupid face, those fake gray eyes that always gleamed with manufactured innocence, the long, silky black hair that she constantly flicked over her shoulder like she was some kind of goddess among mortals.My beloved maternal cousin.The reason I was labeled the black sheep of my family. The witch who stole the only man I ever considered opening my heart to. And that man—Matthew—was standing right beside her, his posture stiff, his gaze fixed anywhere but at me.Patheti
Kassian’s POVThe text from Lynette lingers in my mind like a stubborn echo, bouncing off the edges of my thoughts.“Good morning, Cherry Cake. Hope you slept well. Just texting to make sure you aren’t dead. Call me back when you see this.”Her words play on a loop, distracting me from the task at hand. I sit at the head of the long, polished conference table, papers spread out before me, but they might as well be blank. A presentation unfolds on the wall behind the nervous presenter, but I’ve caught none of it.I’m supposed to be focused. I’m supposed to be in control. Yet, the sound of her voice lingers in my mind, soft and teasing, as though she’s right beside me.It’s maddening.No, she’s maddening.I haven’t replied. Of course, I haven’t. I’ve ignored every message, every call since the last time we met. I tell myself it’s better this way, but every time her name lights up my screen, it sets something off in me. Something raw and restless.She’s driving my wolf insane, and Fenrir,
The conference room feels stifling. The hum of the air conditioning isn’t enough to cool the tension prickling at my skin. The faint scent of varnished wood mingles with the sharp tang of coffee, abandoned in cups scattered across the table. The room is dimly lit, save for the harsh glow of the screen in front of me, which vibrates insistently in my hand.My grip tightens around the phone, its edges digging into my palm. The phone buzzes again, the sound sharp and grating against the silence. My breath feels too loud, my heartbeat heavier than it should be. Fenrir stirs, no longer sulking in the background of my thoughts. His excitement the polar opposite of mine.“Answer it! Please, please, please!” he pleads, his tail wagging in my mind’s eye. The usually ferocious wolf, now acts like a pup eager to play.My thumb hovers over the screen. A video call.The thought makes my stomach twist in knots. I can barely handle her voice without feeling my composure crack. Seeing her, facing her,
Lynette’s POVThe smooth leather of Kassian’s chair glides under me as I twist back and forth, savoring the soft creak of the material with each shift of my weight. The faint aroma of his cologne clings to the air, a tantalizing mix of sage, cinnamon and rosewood that makes my cheeks heat, though I’d never admit it out loud.My phone rests in my hands, the screen glowing faintly in the muted light of the office. I’m half-heartedly typing out a reply to a message I should’ve answered hours ago, but my attention is elsewhere. It’s hard to focus when the thrill of rebellion hums through my veins, a quiet defiance that makes me grin despite myself.This wasn’t the plan.When I decided to drop by unannounced, my intentions were simple: surprise him, throw him off-balance, maybe even catch him smiling for once. But as soon as I stepped through the doors, the receptionist intercepted me with that practiced, tight-lipped smile.“He’s in a meeting,” she said, her voice too smooth, her eyes dart
The karaoke bar hums with life, a chaotic mix of pounding music, clinking glasses, and the rise and fall of laughter from a crowd that seems intent on leaving their inhibitions at the door. A faint haze of smoke lingers in the air, mingling with the sticky-sweet scent of spilled cocktails and the faint tang of fried food. The lights overhead pulse in sync with the music, casting shifting colors across the packed room, from warm golds to electric blues.I glance at Kassian standing stiffly beside me, his hood drawn low over his face and a baseball cap tilted just enough to hide his sharp features. He’s trying to blend into the shadows, his arms crossed so tightly over his chest that I can almost hear the fabric of his hoodie strain. His presence alone makes the space feel smaller, his quiet intensity a sharp contrast to the carefree atmosphere.“This is ridiculous,” he mutters, the gruffness in his voice almost lost in the music’s bassline.“Relax,” I reply, patting his arm. His muscle
“Please, don’t be afraid of me,” Zalie sobs, her voice raw with desperation. “I’d never hurt you, Lynette. Please…” she reaches for me again, but before her fingers can so much as graze my skin, Ivanna yanks her back.“Don’t, Zalie,” she says firmly. “You’ll scare her more than she already is.”Scare me? More? The room is still spinning, my chest tightening with something I can’t name. The sharp scent of blood lingers in the air, iron-thick, curling in my throat. The horror of everything I’ve seen—the bodies, the monsters, the things I cannot unsee—sits like a lead weight in my stomach. And yet, even through the panic clawing at me, a strange numbness has settled in, wrapping itself around my mind like a fog, dulling the sharp edges of reality.“She’s actually taking this better than Lyla did,” Ivanna continues, her voice attempting to sound light but failing. “She’s not screaming the roof down or collapsing—”“That’s because I never collapse.” The words tumble out before I can think.
Vampires are real. Vampires are real. Vampires are fucking real.The words hammer inside my skull, looping over and over, but they do nothing to ground me. Time distorts, stretching impossibly thin, every second dragging as if the universe itself is holding its breath.The bloodthirsty monster lunges, his face twisting into something even more grotesque midair. His already inhuman features warp—cheeks hollowing further, his mouth widening far too much, revealing rows of jagged, gleaming fangs dripping with saliva. His eyes gleam with manic hunger, locking onto me like a predator savoring the moment before the kill.My breath catches. A sharp, involuntary inhale.Every instinct in me screams to move, but I can’t. My body feels disconnected, as if my mind is still trying to catch up with the sheer impossibility of what I’m seeing.If I were the type to faint, this would be the moment. The fear—the shock—is suffocating, pressing down on me so hard my limbs feel like dead weight. But I do
A voice drifts through the haze of my sleep, a whisper slicing through the thick fog of unconsciousness.“Lynette.”The sound is distant at first, barely more than a breath against the silence, but then hands grasp my shoulders—too rough, too frantic. A sharp jolt rocks my body as the grip tightens, fingers pressing into my skin with a desperation that yanks me from the comfort of slumber.I groan, swatting at the unseen hands, trying to burrow back into the warmth of my blankets. But the shaking doesn’t stop. It’s insistent. Urgent.“Lynette, wake up, please. We’re in danger.”The words drift around me, sluggish and weightless, refusing to fully register. I mumble something incoherent and roll onto my side, chasing the remnants of sleep, the lingering warmth of dreams.A pause. A breath. Then, a different voice—sharper, more impatient, cutting through the haze like a knife. “Oh, let me do it!”Silence hangs for a moment, thick and heavy, before— “Lynette, you’re drooling. And Kassian
I stare at Zalie, but my mind is miles away. She moves with fluid precision, her arms slicing through the air like ribbons, but I barely register it. The soft hum of the music, the rhythmic thud of her feet against the wooden floor—it all feels distant, muffled, like I’m underwater. The air smells faintly of honey and amber, mixing with the sharp tang of sweat, yet even that barely sink in.Something is wrong with my head.A cold prickle creeps up my spine, a dull ache blooming at the base of my skull. I’ve never been someone who forgets easily—I remember things with unsettling clarity, possibly even from infancy. But sometimes, especially when strange things happen, my mind turns foggy, as if something is deliberately blocking me from realizing the truth.It’s never mattered much before. Honestly, I never cared. I never gave a damn about anything, not even enough to sneak into Rowan’s secret room, despite knowing every single password he uses.But this—this is different.I’ve never l
Ice erupts from the ground like a living beast, devouring the room in jagged, ruthless hunger. Spikes explode in every direction, sharp as spears, glistening with lethal intent. The walls freeze over in an instant, a thick layer of frost crawling up like veins of an ancient beast awakening. The very air stiffens, every breath clouding white.Oliver, Brian, and Lucian barely manage to avoid the deathly onslaught, their movements sharp, instinctive. One warrior isn’t as lucky—a jagged spike rips through his arm, another through a leg, blood staining the pristine ice in crimson streaks.A thick, glass-like sheen coats my vision. My skin burns—not with heat, but with a frostbite so intense it feels like my veins are solidifying into shards of ice. Every fiber of my being pulses with raw, bleeding cold, the kind that doesn’t just freeze flesh—it kills.And at the center of the carnage, the rogue hangs impaled against the ceiling, thick ice spears bursting through his torso, pinning him lik
A wet, sickening squelch fills the hallway as my boots crush flesh and shattered bone, the blood-soaked remains of the rogues sticking to the soles like a grotesque second skin. The stench is unbearable—a mix of burning meat, rot, and something fouler, something wrong. The air itself feels heavy, thick with the metallic tang of spilled blood and the lingering heat of battle.I move forward, my steps measured, my heartbeat steady, but inside, my mind is anything but calm.Tracking the children had been easy once Lynette sent me the location of Rowan’s old tracking data. It led me to a hidden underground chamber I hadn’t even known existed—despite living in that house for three years. That alone was unsettling, but what really ate at me was the certainty that Lynette had never been in there either. She isn’t the curious type, never the kind to dig for secrets. If she had gone in, she would have seen things she couldn’t unsee—truths about Rowan that would have sent her running for the hi
Kassian’s POVI pace up and down my office, my claws scraping against each other as I bite into them—a nervous habit I can’t seem to shake. The room feels smaller than usual, the walls pressing in, the faint scent of leather and recycled air doing nothing to settle my nerves. The air is thick with tension, stagnant with the weight of everything I’ve screwed up.Lynette is passed out on my couch, her breathing steady but shallow. My heart clenches at the sight of her, fragile and unaware. This isn’t how she was supposed to find out—not like this. I was planning to tell her slowly, ease her into it. But now? Now I’m as good as rejected.I run a hand through my hair, fingers tangling in the strands as I force myself to keep moving. The tiled floor squeaks beneath the pressure of my steps. Oliver and Brian sit nearby, their eyes tracking my movements like wary hunters watching a wounded animal. They say nothing, but their silence is heavy, suffocating.This is partly their fault.First, I
My heart pounds against my ribs as the car rolls into the parking lot of Kassian’s company, a nervous flutter twisting in my stomach.I haven’t seen him in five days. Not since the news broke out. It’s not that he’s avoiding me—he’s just buried under work. Every time we talked on the phone, his voice was laced with exhaustion, tension leaking into even the smallest words. I wanted to do something, anything, to show my gratitude for his support. And since Kassian always makes me feel cared for, I thought it was time to return the favor.Which is why I spent the last five days attempting to cook something edible.With Elliott and Tyson’s reluctant help, I dedicated every free moment to taming my disaster-prone kitchen skills. But I underestimated just how incompatible I am with cooking. What was supposed to be a simple dish turned into something that looked more like a monster summoning circle than an actual meal. I don’t know how it always happens—but viola! It does.Still, I couldn’t
The air shifts instantly. The arm wrapped around my waist tightens, his grip no longer gentle. His entire body stiffens, muscles coiling beneath me. A faint tremor ripples through him, his entire presence turning rigid.The silence is suffocating.“I’m sorry,” I whisper, my voice cracking under the weight of it all.A low, guttural growl rumbles from his chest, vibrating against me, raw and primal. The sound is nothing like the Kassian I know—it’s something deeper, something untamed. I flinch, but I still don’t dare lift my head. I don’t want to see the fury I know is in his eyes.His voice is sharp, shattering the tension like splintering glass. “Is this the first time?”I nod, my throat tight, trying to hold back the sob building inside me. The air around us grows heavier, thick with something unseen but powerful. The sheer force of his anger radiates off him in waves, an intensity I recognize all too well. It’s the same kind of presence I felt in the temple, the same suffocating pr