Kamrynn’s POVI folded the last of the twins’ tiny onesies and sighed, pressing my palms against the neatly stacked pile.No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake Calvin’s words from my mind."Sherelle might still be alive."The idea itself was ridiculous. Impossible.I had seen my sister’s mutilated body. I had felt the crushing weight of her loss.And yet…A small, desperate part of me wanted to believe it.What if—?No.I clenched my fists, forcing the thought away.It was wishful thinking. Nothing more.Even if Sherelle had somehow survived, why had she never come back? Why had she let me suffer?The ache in my chest deepened, but Aryna’s voice cut through my thoughts."Stop torturing yourself, Kamrynn."I sighed, rubbing my temples."You’re worrying over nothing," Aryna added. "Calvin is grasping at straws."I wanted to believe her.But something lingered—a whisper of doubt that refused to fade.I shook my head and exhaled, pushing away the thoughts.Right now, I had more imp
Kamrynn's POV My stomach twisted painfully."He’s closing in on me—"Her voice rose in panic."There’s no time."Sherelle turned the camera, pointing it at the thick forest behind her.Nothing was there.Yet.But I could hear it.The snap of twigs.The deep, steady footsteps.Someone was coming."Please come to Helion Creek!" she begged, her voice breaking. "There’s a cabin where he’s been keeping me hostage."A cabin.My hands were slick with sweat as I gripped the phone."Hurry!" she gasped, her fear intensifying. "Before he catches me and shuts me up for good!"A sharp rustling.Sherelle spun around again, her panic skyrocketing."Calvin is crazy!" she cried. "He’s obsessed! He won’t stop until he gets what he thinks he deserves!"A strangled sob tore from her throat."Come alone, please—"Her voice broke."I can’t let anyone else be dragged into this."She sniffled, glancing over her shoulder."Enough people have died..."Then—A sudden, horrifying scream.The screen tilted violen
Sherelle’s POVEverything is complete.Every piece, every carefully laid trap, every whisper of deceit I had planted over the many, many months—it had all led to this moment.Waiting. Watching. Scheming.And now, finally, Kamrynn was walking straight into my hands.A slow, satisfied smile curled across my lips as I turned toward the luxurious couch in the center of the dimly lit room.Lorien lounged there, his long silken red hair cascading in a braid that draped lazily over the edge of the seat, pooling onto the black marble floor.His beauty was otherworldly, his features so ethereal it was almost haunting. Sharp cheekbones, a perfectly sculpted jaw, and lips that always seemed to carry the ghost of an amused smirk. His skin was pale, flawless, a stark contrast to the deep crimson hue of his hair and the eerie glow of his unnaturally red eyes—eyes that flickered like molten embers beneath the soft glow of candlelight.He was leisurely flipping a collection of gemstones in his palm,
Sherelle's POV Lorien’s red eyes gleamed. "And pity is a poisonous thing."I smirked. "Precisely.""Once, I loved Kamrynn. I thought of her as my sister, my only family, and for a while, that was enough."I exhaled slowly, the bitterness creeping in."But then… I started to notice the differences."Lorien leaned forward slightly, intrigued. "Go on.""Kamrynn was smarter. Kamrynn was prettier. Kamrynn was lovable—effortlessly so."I clenched my fists."While I was always watching from the sidelines, she was out there shining, drawing people in like moths to a flame."A low chuckle escaped Lorien’s lips. "Even Calvin."I narrowed my eyes. "Especially Calvin.""The future Alpha of our pack—our closest childhood friend—gravitated toward her like she was the center of his universe."I let out a bitter laugh."While I? I was drowning."Lorien tilted his head. "And your so-called parents?"I scoffed. "Oh, they treated us equally in the eyes of others. But I saw it."I leaned closer, my voic
Lorien’s POVSherelle’s voice still lingered in the air, dripping with venomous satisfaction, but I didn’t care. Her reasons, her vendetta, her obsession—none of it mattered to me.I exhaled, twirling a gemstone between my fingers, watching the way the dim light caught the glinting facets. Then, with a casual shrug, I spoke."I have no interest in your reasons, Sherelle." My voice was flippant, almost bored. "But it's not hard to see that you have no heart."Sherelle’s gaze snapped to me, eyes flashing with warning."What?" she demanded, bristling like a cat backed into a corner.I ignored her indignation, letting the gemstone slip between my fingers onto the table with a sharp clink."There's only a bottomless pit where your heart should be," I continued, studying her with detached amusement. "A void that swallows everything in its wake."Her lips parted slightly, as if to argue, but she hesitated. A flicker of something unreadable crossed her face before she scowled, voice sharp."An
Kamrynn's POV Helion Creek which was located in Helion Forest wasn’t very far from the Blue Bell Pack. That was the only good thing about this entire situation. The creek was known as a forsaken land, a place of dark history and whispered curses. Few dared to set foot there. Those who did rarely returned, and those who did never spoke of what they had seen. It was the perfect place to keep someone hostage.With no roads or paths leading to the forest, my only option was to travel on foot. Thankfully, the journey wouldn’t take more than a day, but the sooner I found Sherelle, the sooner I could return to the palace. To my children. I hated the idea of Rmonica and the others worrying about me, wondering if I was safe. I had to finish this quickly.The sun was dipping below the horizon when I finally reached the entrance to Helion Forest, where the creek lay hidden. The moment I stepped forward, the air shifted. A bone-deep chill seeped into my skin, as if I had crossed into another rea
Calvin’s POV"Faster," I growled under my breath, slamming my foot down on the gas pedal.The car lurched forward, tires screeching against the pavement as I weaved through the winding roads. But no matter how fast I went, it still wasn’t fast enough.Kamrynn was in danger.Sherelle was alive.And I had no idea what the hell she was planning.All I knew was that I had to get back to Blue Bell.The problem? I wasn’t exactly welcome there. Orion had made that painfully clear when he all but ordered me out of his territory. I had no doubt that the moment I set foot near the border, his scouts would try to stop me.I didn’t care.I’d fight my way through every single one of them if I had to. I’d rip them apart if it meant getting to Kamrynn and the twins before it was too late.A sharp ringing cut through the tense silence.I gritted my teeth, my fingers tightening on the steering wheel. The phone—the one Sherelle had left behind at the witch’s cabin. I hadn't put much thought into it whe
Calvin’s POVThe eerie silence of the Helion Forest did nothing to settle the storm raging inside me.Towering trees loomed on all sides, their skeletal branches twisting toward the sky like gnarled fingers. The scent of damp earth and decaying leaves filled my nostrils as I followed the path Sherelle’s message had led me to.A cabin stood in the middle of the clearing, old and unassuming, the wooden panels slightly weathered from years of neglect. It looked like the perfect place to keep someone hidden.Or trapped.I stepped forward, my boots crunching against the leaves, and knocked on the door.No response.I knocked again, harder this time.Still, nothing.My jaw clenched as I reached for the handle and pushed. The door creaked open easily—unlocked.Suspicious.Keeping my guard up, I cautiously stepped inside.The cabin seemed deserted, like it had been out of use for a while. Had I come to the wrong place?"Sherelle!" My voice echoed through the empty cabin, bouncing off the wood
Lysaa's POV A little while later, after we dropped the kids off with Kamrynn (and made sure she knew where we kept the fire extinguishers), Lorien led me outside to the open field behind our home.“Are we walking somewhere?” I asked, curious.“Not exactly,” he said, flashing me a grin.Before I could ask what he meant, he began to shift.Even after all these months, watching Lorien transform into his dragon form was something I never got tired of. One moment, he was standing in front of me, tall and handsome and completely at ease. The next, his body began to change—his skin darkening to a deep crimson as his limbs elongated, his wings unfurling from his back with a soft, leathery rustle. His tail whipped out behind him, and his eyes glowed like molten lava as he completed the shift, towering above me in all his dragon glory.I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.“Show-off,” I teased, but my voice was a little breathless.Lorien lowered his massive head until it was lev
Lysaa's POV No one tells you how hard it is to raise dragon hybrids.Not that there’s a manual for it, anyway. But even if there were, I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t have covered what it felt like to lay five eggs, the agonizing weeks of incubation, and the terrifying wait to see if they’d all hatch safely.I remember every second of it.The clutch arrived just a month after Lorien and I had our mating ceremony. I wasn’t expecting it to happen so fast, and definitely not expecting it to be so… intense. But dragons don’t follow the same rules as wolves. Everything about them—about us—is more. More powerful. More primal. More overwhelming.When the pregnancy first started, I thought it would be like any normal werewolf pregnancy. But then the cravings kicked in. Not the usual stuff like pickles and ice cream. No, I wanted things like rare venison and obsidian crystals, which Lorien had to fly halfway across the continent to find. And the dreams—visions, really—of fire and wings and ancien
Kamrynn's POV Seven months had passed since the mating and Luna ceremonies, and life in the Obsidian Pack had transformed in ways I could hardly have imagined. What once had been a struggling, cursed pack with a heavy heart and dark future was now thriving in every possible way.Under Calvin’s leadership—and with a bit of my guidance—the Obsidian Pack had risen to heights we hadn’t dared to dream of. Our lands prospered, businesses flourished, and, perhaps most heartening of all, the pack members had regained hope.Just as I had foreseen, our success hadn’t gone unnoticed. Gifts and tributes arrived regularly from other packs seeking alliances, though Calvin, ever cautious, was selective about who we partnered with. Trust wasn’t something he gave lightly, especially after everything the Obsidian Pack had endured. But there was one alliance we cherished above all others—the Blue Bell Pack.They had become more than allies; they were family. Alpha Orion, Luna Rmonica, even Kyven and Th
Kamrynn's POV The crowd erupted in applause and cheers, but all I could hear was Calvin’s heartbeat, pounding in time with mine.As Calvin and I stepped back, my pulse still racing from the intensity of the bond locking into place, Franklin turned to Lorien and Lysaa.“Lorien and Lysaa, please step forward,” he said, his voice steady.Lorien took Lysaa’s hand, guiding her toward the fire. I watched them closely, my heart swelling with happiness for my friend. Lysaa looked breathtaking, her silver gown shimmering in the firelight, and there was a serene confidence in her expression that hadn’t been there before.Lorien, with his long red braid and striking crimson eyes, looked every bit the regal, powerful Draconian prince. But the way he looked at Lysaa—like she was the only thing in the universe that mattered—softened his sharp, otherworldly features.They began their rounds around the fire, each saying their vows and after that, they marked each other, just like we had done.They we
Kamrynn's POV The heat of the bonfire warmed my skin as Calvin and I stepped closer to it, our hands still clasped together. The flames crackled and leapt, casting golden light over the room, but all I could focus on was him.His green eyes were fixed on me with an intensity that made my breath catch. It was like he could see straight into my soul, and in that moment, I felt completely and utterly his.Franklin’s voice broke through the haze, calm and steady. “In the presence of Selene, the Moon Goddess, we bear witness to the union of Alpha Calvin and Kamrynn, his fated mate. As they walk around the sacred fire, they will make their vows to one another, pledging their love, loyalty, and devotion for all eternity.”Calvin gave me a gentle squeeze, silently asking if I was ready. I nodded, my heart swelling with love and determination.He led me forward, and together, we began our first round around the fire.With each step, the weight of what we were doing settled deeper into my chest
Kamrynn’s POVThe day had finally arrived. The day I would become Calvin’s mate and the Luna of the Obsidian Pack. The excitement and nervous energy buzzed under my skin as Amara helped me into my dress, her gentle hands smoothing down the delicate fabric as she adjusted it on my frame.“You’re going to steal the spotlight, Kamrynn,” Amara teased with a grin, stepping back to admire her work.I glanced at my reflection in the mirror and felt my breath catch in my throat. The dress was stunning—a pristine white gown that hugged my figure perfectly, flowing down in soft, elegant waves. Amara had kept my makeup light, just enough to enhance my features, and the way my sky-blue eyes stood out against the subtle shimmer made me feel… beautiful.“Wow,” I whispered, still in awe.“You look like an angel,” Amara said, beaming with pride. “Calvin’s not going to know what hit him.”Across the room, Marlana sat with the twins in her lap. Arabella was dressed in a frilly lavender dress, while Asto
Lysaa's POVI whimpered, my body trembling as the eggs continued to fill me. I could feel my belly stretching slightly, a gentle pressure building as my womb accommodated the growing clutch, but it wasn't uncomfortable. If anything, it’s the opposite.The tingling warmth intensified with each pulse, and soon, I was moaning helplessly, lost in the strange, overwhelming pleasure of being filled.“Lorien… it feels… it feels so good…” I panted, my head spinning.He growled softly, his claws grazing my skin in a possessive, almost reverent touch. “That’s my girl,” he whispered. “You’re made for this, love. Made to carry our clutch.”His words made my heart flutter, and I felt tears prick the corners of my eyes. This moment was so intimate, so intense, and I could feel the love and devotion radiating from him through our bond.Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the last egg settled inside me, and Lorien let out a deep, satisfied sigh. His ovipositor pulsed one last time, and then he
Lysaa's POV His thumb brushed over my clit, a featherlight touch that sent sparks shooting through my body. My breath hitched, and I knew I was already close.“You’re going to come already, aren’t you?” His tone was smug, like he knew exactly how easily he could unravel me—and he did.His fingers worked me faster, thrusting deep while his thumb circled my clit, and that was all it took. My orgasm crashed over me, hard and sudden, and I cried out, my body trembling as waves of pleasure pulsed through me.Before I could fully catch my breath, Lorien pulled his fingers out and grasped my waist, his grip firm as he positioned me exactly where he wanted me.I felt the hot, slick head of his ovipositor press against my entrance, and my breath caught in my throat.The ovipositor was larger than his other cock, thicker and textured with bumps that I knew would feel incredible inside me. I shivered at the thought, my body already aching to be filled.“Relax, love,” Lorien murmured, his voice
Lysaa's POV His gaze raked over me, and I felt heat explode everywhere his eyes lingered. It was as if he were touching me with his stare alone, and my heart pounded wildly in my chest.“You’re perfect,” he murmured, his voice rough with awe.He reached behind me, his fingers deftly unhooking my bra, and I let it fall away. With just as much ease, he slid my panties down my legs, baring myself completely to him. For a moment, he just stared, his eyes darkening further as he took in every inch of me.The intensity of his gaze made my cheeks heat up, and I crossed my arms over my chest, feeling suddenly self-conscious. “Stop looking at me like that,” I mumbled, my voice barely above a whisper. “It’s embarrassing.”Lorien’s lips curved into a wicked grin. “Like what?” he teased, leaning in so his breath brushed against my ear. “You’re so beautiful, beloved. It would be a crime not to admire the piece of art that you are. I want to burn every piece of you into my memory. Every last one.”