Kamrynn's POVThe first thing I notice when I open my eyes is the softness beneath me. It’s not the hard, cold floor of my cell. The mattress yields slightly under my weight, and the blanket draped over me feels smooth and cool against my skin. A sharp smell stings my nostrils—medicine, disinfectant, and the sterile air that can only belong in a hospital.I blink against the harsh light, my eyes struggling to adjust as I take in my surroundings. White walls. Monitors beeping steadily. The ache in my body is a dull throb, a reminder of the beating I endured. I try to shift, and pain slices through me, forcing a wince. I’m covered in bruises, and my muscles scream with even the smallest movement."You're awake," a familiar voice says.I glance over and see Elara sitting beside the bed, her arms crossed and her expression set in a stern frown. She looks like she’s been there for a while. I can’t tell whether that’s a good or bad thing. The last time I saw her, she wasn’t exactly sympathe
Kamrynn's POVI take a deep breath, forcing myself to sit up a little despite the pain coursing through my body. I can’t let this opportunity slip away. "Please, Elara," I plead, my voice trembling but firm. "You have a daughter, right? You said you’d do anything to protect her. I was just trying to do the same for my child."Elara’s face hardens, and she crosses her arms. "That doesn’t excuse what you did. You still need to learn that actions have consequences. You were reckless.""I know," I reply quickly, wincing as the words slip out in a pained rush. "I was angry… but I’m willing to accept responsibility. I just… I just couldn’t let her insult my baby like that. I’m begging you, please try to understand."For a long moment, Elara’s expression remains stony, and I feel my hope slipping away. Then, she sighs, her features softening just slightly. "Fine," she says at last. "I’ll talk to the Gamma, see if there’s a possibility of letting you off this time. If that isn’t possible, I’l
Kamrynn's POV “I’m so sorry,” I say quickly, my own voice barely a whisper, guilt swelling inside me for having touched such a raw nerve. “I didn’t mean to—”“It’s alright,” Rmonica interrupts gently, though her voice trembles. “You couldn’t have known.” She takes a deep breath, as if trying to steady herself, but I can see that the effort costs her. “My mate and I… we’ve been trying for so many years.” Her voice wavers, and she pauses, as though she’s pulling the words from some deep, dark place. “We’ve had so many moments of hope. You know, that spark that flares up with the first missed period, or the first flutter of a heartbeat on an ultrasound… Every time, I thought, ‘This is it. This is finally it.’”Her gaze drifts toward the window, as if she’s looking far beyond it, back to all those moments of brief joy that ended in despair. “But each time… each time, it slipped away. I’ve had more miscarriages than I can count,” she continues, her voice breaking on the last word, “and ev
Kamrynn's POVI stare, frozen in place, my mind spinning as the realization settles in. Luna? The woman I had just been speaking to so freely, sharing stories and laughing with… she’s the Luna of the Blue Bell Pack?The shock courses through me like a jolt of electricity, followed by a wave of dread. I scramble out of the bed despite the searing pain in my ribs and legs, an attempt to bow to Rmonica. “L-Luna, I— I’m so sorry! I didn’t know—”“Shhh,” Rmonica hushes me gently, her hands already on my shoulders, pressing me back down onto the bed. “None of that now. You’re still in no condition to be moving about,” she says, her voice as soothing as the touch of a mother’s hand. “There’s no need for all the formality.”I let her guide me back onto the pillows, my heart pounding with both embarrassment and relief. “I’m so sorry,” I whisper, wincing as I try to settle comfortably. “I didn’t mean to speak to you so casually. I had no idea—”“It’s alright, Kamrynn,” Rmonica interrupts, shaki
Kamrynn's POVFor a while, I couldn’t shake the feeling that my meeting with Rmonica was just a dream. It seemed too surreal, too kind of her to visit me every day. Yet, day after day, there she was, slipping into my hospital room with a warm smile and a soft greeting. It didn’t take long before it sank in—this was real. She was real. The Luna of the Blue Bell Pack had truly become… my friend.“It’s funny, you know,” I say one morning as we sit together, the room filled with the soft morning light. “I keep expecting to wake up and find out you’re just a figment of my imagination.”Rmonica chuckles, her gray eyes sparkling with humor. “If I’m a figment, then I must be a very talkative one,” she quips. “You think your imagination would get tired of me by now.”I laugh, though it makes my ribs ache. “No, I don’t think that’s possible.” There’s a lightness in my chest that feels foreign, like I’ve forgotten what it’s like to laugh this much. “You’re really easy to talk to. It’s almost lik
Kamrynn's POVThe doctor finishes her final check-up and gives me a nod of approval. “You’re free to go,” she says, and relief washes over me. I never thought I’d be so glad to leave a hospital.Elara is waiting just outside the room, tapping her foot impatiently. She swiftly handles the paperwork and gets me discharged without a hitch. She leads me outside, where a sleek, dark vehicle awaits. We set off toward the Blue Bell palace, and with every passing minute, I feel a mix of anticipation and nerves knotting my stomach. I’d been given a second chance, but the uncertainty of my future here still looms like a dark cloud.The moment we arrive at the palace, I am struck speechless. The sight that greets me is beyond anything I could have imagined. The palace looms grand and majestic, its elegant spires reaching toward the sky as if trying to touch the heavens. Elaborate carvings adorn the stone walls, and gold trim glistens in the sunlight. Everything about it—the scale, the design, th
Kamrynn's POV A red-haired woman with a freckled face, her belly round with pregnancy, stands with her hands on her hips, her voice sharp and angry. “Why are you being so difficult, Rmonica? This is ridiculous!” she yells, her tone laced with frustration. “You’re being selfish and unfair, and I’m sick of it!”It takes me a moment to realize that the pregnant woman must be Eloane—the very person Rmonica had spoken so highly of. The recognition hits me like a blow, and I glance at Rmonica, who looks distraught. Her usual calm demeanor is gone, replaced by a visible strain. Her eyes glisten with unshed tears as she tries to reason with Eloane.“Eloane, please,” Rmonica’s voice wavers, thick with emotion. “I’m not trying to be difficult. You know I appreciate everything you’re doing for me… but there are some things we need to discuss. I only want—”“You only want everything to be your way!” Eloane snaps, her voice trembling with anger. “Well, newsflash, Rmonica—it’s not all about you!”
Kamrynn’s POVTiona leads me down a hallway and stops in front of a door. “This is your room, Kamrynn,” she says, opening the door with a small smile.As I step inside, my jaw nearly drops. The room is enormous, with soft blue walls, polished wood floors, and delicate furnishings that seem more fitting for a guest than a maid. The bed is covered in a plush quilt, and a tall window lets in golden afternoon light that bathes the room in warmth. There’s even a little sitting area with a small bookshelf and a chair in the corner.I turn to Tiona, still unable to believe it. “Is… is this really my room?”Tiona chuckles, shaking her head at my reaction. “Yes, dear, it’s yours. The Luna herself had it prepared for you.”A surge of gratitude fills me, and I bite my lip, trying to hold back tears. “Rmonica…” I murmur softly, mostly to myself. She’s done so much for me already, more than I ever could have expected. “Thank you, Tiona. And please, thank the Luna for me.”Tiona smiles. “I’ll pass
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.”
Lysaa’s POVThe walk back to our room was quiet, but it wasn’t awkward. It was the kind of silence that simmered with unspoken words, with tension that made my skin tingle beneath the silk of my dress.After the champagne toast and some talking, I thought we’d both be tired, ready to sleep off the long day. Lorien had that relaxed, satisfied look about him, the one that made his sharp, otherworldly features seem less intense. He tossed his jacket onto the chair by the window and loosened the top buttons of his black shirt, revealing the strong column of his throat and just a hint of the chiseled chest beneath.And maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the fact that I’d finally gotten to see my mate in all his glory—fierce, protective, and absolutely drop-dead gorgeous—but suddenly, I wasn’t tired.I was horny.Before I could lose my nerve, I blurted out, “Lorien, I want us to have sex.”His hand paused on his shirt, and for a moment, he just stared at me like he wasn’t sure he’d he
Lysaa's POV Lorien laughed, a deep, warm sound that sent a shiver down my spine. “And now you’ll see it better than anyone,” he said, his ruby eyes gleaming with mischief. I was becoming obsessed with them.I blinked, a little surprised. “How’s that possible?”His lips curled into a knowing smile. “Because now that the soul bond has been established, you share all my traits,” he explained. “You’ve also got some of my blood in you.”I nodded, prompting him to go on.“Draconian fluids have powerful healing properties,” Lorien continued. “And the soul bond amplified that effect, healing your eyes.”I stared at him, stunned by the revelation. “I thought you said I’d see through your eyes.”At that, Lorien burst out laughing—a rich, melodic sound that sent heat rushing to my cheeks.“I didn’t mean that literally, my silly little fire,” he said, scooping me up into his arms with ease. “When I said you’d see through my eyes, I meant that, now that we share traits, you have a dragon’s eye—alo
Lysaa's POV With every word, I felt the air around us grow thicker, heavier, like the room itself was holding its breath. There was a strange, humming energy in the air, and I could feel it pressing against my skin, wrapping around me like invisible threads.When we finished reciting the vow, Lorien brought the bowl to my lips and I drank its content. It tasted absolutely awful, like every nasty thing I could think of thrown into a pot and boiled into one hot, disgusting mess but I drank it anyway. Trying to ignore the acrid taste on my tongue and the way it stung the inside of my cheeks. Lorien drank the rest and after that, there was a long moment of silence. It was deafening. The air was thick, crackling with unseen energy, and for some time, nothing happened.I stood there, holding Lorien’s hands, my heart racing as the weight of the vow we had just taken settled over me. Was that it? Had we done it correctly?“Lorien…” I whispered, panic beginning to creep into my voice. “Did…