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
Calvin’s POVPain radiated through my skull, each throb like a hammer slamming into my brain. My body was screaming at me to give up, to collapse, but I gritted my teeth and forced myself to stay conscious. I couldn’t afford to pass out now.Sherelle still had a tight grip on my chin, her nails digging into my skin as she looked down at me with a triumphant smirk."Lorien is no ordinary man," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction.My eyes flickered to the red-haired bastard standing beside her, the one who had beaten me to a pulp with inhuman ease. He exuded power, his presence oppressive, crushing. His glowing crimson eyes watched me with bored amusement, as if he’d been expecting something far more entertaining than the pitiful wreck I was now.Sherelle’s smirk widened as she followed my gaze. "Allow me to introduce you properly, Calvin," she purred. "Lorien is the last of the Solarian dragons."A cold chill crawled down my spine.A dragon?Impossible.Dragons were extinct.
Calvin’s POVMy world stopped turning.The rage inside me erupted like an inferno, so scorching, so violent, it threatened to consume me whole."YOUR PLAN WON’T WORK," I roared, trying to lunge forward, but the pain in my shattered wrist, my battered ribs, my bleeding skull held me down."I won’t let you do this! And even if you wipe Kamrynn’s memories, Aryna will just tell her the truth. Her wolf will never let this happen."Sherelle’s smirk widened."Ah, Calvin." She sighed dramatically, reaching down to Kamrynn’s unconscious form. "Did you really think I wouldn’t account for that?"With a flick of her wrist, she grabbed a handful of Kamrynn’s hair and lifted her head, exposing the cold, metallic band locked tightly around her neck.My stomach dropped.No…"This," Sherelle purred, tapping the device mockingly, "is an Ostracylle. Quite a rare find, really. You’d be amazed at the things you can dig up when you know where to look."She traced a nail over the metal, eyes gleaming."As lo
Calvin’s POVFloating.I had been floating in an endless abyss, trapped in a cold, inescapable void where time had no meaning. Darkness stretched infinitely around me, swallowing me whole. I had accepted it. Accepted that this was the end.Until suddenly, light—blinding and consuming—burst through the void, piercing through the thick darkness.Pain followed.A sharp, unbearable ache spread through every inch of my body. My lungs burned as if I had been drowning and had just surfaced for air. My fingers twitched. My chest rose with a shuddering breath. My eyelids felt impossibly heavy, but I forced them open, my vision blurry and unfocused.I blinked, adjusting to the overwhelming brightness, and slowly, the world around me came into view.I knew this place.The dark wooden ceiling. The familiar scent of home.My bedroom?Confusion gripped me. This isn't right. I was dying. No—I died.Was this some sort of hallucination? A cruel trick played by my subconscious before my soul faded for
Calvin’s POVFranklin exhaled slowly, his sharp gaze never leaving me. He had been standing at the foot of my bed for a while now, arms crossed over his broad chest, waiting for me to explain myself."I'll give the order for Lysaa’s release right away," he said, his voice steady but laced with curiosity. "But I have to ask—why her? Why now?"I had expected that question. He wasn’t the type to blindly follow commands without understanding the reasoning behind them.I took a slow, deliberate breath, my ribs aching from the effort. “There are a lot of reasons, Franklin. But first and foremost—it’s the right thing to do.”Franklin arched a skeptical brow. “That’s new. Since when do you care about doing the right thing?”A bitter smirk crossed my lips, but I shook my head, brushing off the jab. “Since I started realizing how much damage I’ve done.”He sighed but said nothing, allowing me to continue.“Kamrynn was taken alone,” I said, forcing my voice to remain steady. “That means our chil
Lorien’s POVIf someone had told me a month ago that my life would change this drastically—and for the better—I would have laughed in their face.And yet, here I was.Kamrynn was truly the daughter of the Moon Goddess because she had worked her magic on me in ways I hadn’t thought possible.In the beginning, I had envisioned our relationship as nothing more than master and breeder. She was meant to serve a purpose, nothing more. But the extraction of her memories and the implanting of false ones had left her fragmented, lost. I had become the only one she knew, the only one she trusted.And I adored it.Given my personality, I had never imagined myself drawn to the sweet and innocent type, but here we were. I wasn’t sure if I could call it love—perhaps it wasn’t—but I was sure of one thing: I wanted her. I relished the way she depended on me, clung to me like a lost kitten.She was like a little pet.She kept me entertained, sated.Not wanting her to have any connection to her former l
Lorien's POVKamrynn let out a soft, breathy whine, shifting slightly in my lap. "Lorien... don't tease me," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, laced with embarrassment.A chuckle rumbled in my chest. I pressed a lingering kiss to her temple before finally letting her go, releasing my grip on her waist as I pulled back."Finish your meal, little one," I said, standing up. "I'll be back."Her cheeks were still flushed, her lips parted as if she wanted to say something, but she only gave a small nod and focused back on her plate.I turned on my heel, striding out of the dining area and heading straight for the bathroom.The moment the door shut behind me, I exhaled sharply, bracing my hands against the sink and staring at my reflection in the mirror. My pupils were still blown wide, my irises burning molten gold—an undeniable sign of my arousal.I scoffed. Pathetic.Turning on the faucet, I splashed cold water on my face, hoping it would cool the heat simmering beneath my sk
Calvin’s POVThe room was too quiet.The steady beeping of the heart monitor beside me was the only sound, reminding me that I was still here. Still breathing. Still alive.But at what cost?My body ached with every shallow breath I took, the weight of my injuries pressing down on me. My stomach throbbed where Sherelle’s dagger had sliced through me, the wound barely held together by careful stitches. My limbs were weak, my muscles stiff from a month of lying motionless.And yet, none of it compared to the pain clawing at my chest as I waited for Franklin to return.Because soon, I would be face to face with the woman I had wronged so deeply.Lysaa.The door creaked open, cutting through the suffocating silence like a blade.My breath caught.Franklin stepped inside first, his expression unreadable as he held the door open. And then—Lysaa entered.Or rather, she shuffled in, her movements slow and uncertain, her feet carefully feeling the ground beneath her as if she were walking acr
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.”