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Kamrynn’s POVLorien watched me intently, his grip iron as if expecting me to wrench my arm away and run now that I got what I wanted. But I don’t hesitate.“Relax, will you? How am I supposed to bless you if you break my arm?” I tut. He low-key glares at me but grudgingly lets go.“Could you crouch for me a little? You're built like a pole while I happen to be on the shorter side.” His lips twitch like he's about to retort but seems to decide against it, crouching down so he's at my level.I place my hand on his head, resisting the urge to run my fingers through his silky hair. A deep hum vibrates in my chest, low and ancient, as if something far greater than myself stirs within me. Aryna is quiet, letting me take full control, but I can feel her power threading through my veins.The air shifts. A soft, silvery glow seeps from my fingertips, spreading across Lorien’s forehead like liquid moonlight. The moment it touches him, something cracks open in the space between us—a tether for
Kamrynn’s POVI barely sleep the rest of the night. The hours crawl by, each second stretching longer than the last as my mind races. My babies. I need to see them. I need to hold them in my arms, feel their little hands gripping mine, hear their voices calling out for me. It’s been too long.The logical part of me knows they’re safe with Rmonica. She’d protect them with her life. But that doesn’t stop the ache inside me, the unbearable longing that refuses to be soothed.If I had it my way, I'd go straight to Blue Bell to be with them. Still, I know where my duty lies. The Obsidian Pack has been suffering for over a year because of my curse. My absence has already cost them too much, and I can’t let them continue to bear the weight of sins that were never theirs to shoulder. My children will always be my top priority, but I won’t let an entire pack suffer when I have the power to set things right.Morning finally arrives, and I throw off the covers, exhausted yet restless. I waste no
Kamrynn's POVCalvin’s eyes widen, his brows furrowing with hurt when I shove him away. The look on his face is almost pitiful, but I feel nothing but cold detachment as he stares at me like I just shattered something precious between us. Whatever he thinks still exists between us has long since withered, if it was ever there at all.“Kamrynn, please,” he says, his voice thick with desperation. “I swear, I’ve changed. I’m not the man I used to be. Just give me a chance to make things right.”I stare at him blankly, unflinching. “I’m not here for you, Calvin.” My voice is firm, leaving no room for argument. “I have one reason for coming here, and it has nothing to do with you.”His jaw clenches, his throat bobbing as he swallows hard. The crowd around us murmurs in hushed voices, their gazes flicking between us. Calvin takes a cautious step forward, as if afraid I might bolt.“I know I hurt you,” he continues, voice low. “I regret it every single day. I—”A thunderous, guttural roar spl
Kamrynn’s POVThe search for Sherelle could wait.For now, there was something far more important.I pressed one last kiss to Astor and Arabella’s soft heads before forcing myself to hand them back to Marlana. My arms resisted the motion, screaming at me to keep them close, to never let go again. But I had to.Marlana took them with a knowing smile, gently adjusting their blankets as she rocked them against her chest. They cooed, little hands clutching at her necklace, blissfully unaware of everything that had happened.My heart clenched.Soon, my loves. I’ll hold you again soon.As I turned away, Lorien stepped forward. His presence was unmistakable—the weight of his gaze pressing down on me like a tangible force. I expected him to say something to me, but instead, his sharp eyes locked onto Marlana’s arms.Or more specifically—onto the babies.His brows pulled together slightly, a quizzical expression overtaking his normally unreadable face. He tilted his head, staring at Astor and
Kamrynn's POVThe warmth of the Pack House did little to ease the chill that clung to my skin. My clothes were damp from the rain, sticking uncomfortably to my body as I stood in the quiet of the room they’d given me. It was familiar, yet foreign—so much had changed since I was last here.I peeled off the wet fabric and reached for the dry clothes left on the bed. As I pulled the soft, warm fabric over my skin, my mind was already elsewhere. Lorien.He would try to leave soon. That much I was sure of. He wasn’t the kind of man to linger in places where he had no purpose, and moreover, there was the issue of his rut. Now that he had delivered me here safely, his reason for staying was gone. But I couldn’t let him leave. Not yet. Searching for Sherelle on my own would be like looking for a needle in a haystack, and Lorien—having worked with Sherelle—was my best chance at finding her. Whether he liked it or not, he was staying.Just as I finished adjusting the hem of my shirt, a soft kno
Kamrynn’s POVThe hallways blurred past me as I stormed toward his room, my heart pounding like a war drum against my ribs. The whispers of Pack members barely registered in my ears—their hushed tones filled with worry, apprehension, fear.They should be afraid.I wasn’t here for peace.Reaching Calvin’s door, I kicked it open without hesitation. The heavy wooden door slammed against the wall with a loud bang, startling the two men inside.Calvin and Franklin.Both turned sharply toward me, but I only saw one person.Him.His clothes were still soaked from the rain, the dark fabric clinging to every inch of his body, defining every muscle. His hair dripped with water, strands sticking to his face, shaping it—making him look more rugged, more raw, more—No.I crushed the warmth that flared in my chest.I had almost forgotten we were mates.Almost.The moment my gaze met his green eyes, I let the fury take over.“Leave,” I ordered, my voice like steel as I turned to Franklin.He hesitate
Kamrynn’s POVI turned to leave.I had to.The air in the room was suffocating, thick with blood and desperation. My heart pounded against my ribs, screaming at me to run, to get out before I made a mistake.Before I let myself feel.But before I could take another step, Calvin’s hand shot out, gripping my wrist.“Kamrynn, please,” he rasped. His voice was hoarse, trembling, thick with something raw. “Don’t go.”I swallowed hard, refusing to turn around.“Let go of me, Calvin.”He didn’t.Instead, he stepped closer, his fingers tightening, his body radiating heat despite the blood dripping down his back.“No.” His voice cracked. “Not like this. Please, just—just give me a chance,” he pleaded. “One last chance.”A bitter laugh escaped me. “A chance?” I repeated, finally meeting his gaze. His eyes were a storm—pleading, aching, drowning. “After everything, you think there’s still a chance for us?”Calvin flinched.“I know I don’t deserve it,” he admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “
Lorien’s POVThe storm wasn’t letting up.I stood at the edge of the large window, watching the heavy downpour with narrowed eyes. Rain lashed against the glass, blurring the view outside. Thick, dark clouds churned across the sky, and the occasional crack of lightning illuminated the wet landscape. The weather had taken a turn for the worse, and I knew there was no way I’d be flying out tonight. Even if I wanted to risk it, I needed clear skies to navigate.Not that I had a destination in mind.The truth was, I had nowhere to go. No home to return to. No family waiting for me.The cabin where I had spent the last month was out of the question. That place was haunted—tainted by memories I couldn’t afford to hold onto. Kamrynn’s scent was probably still embedded in the sheets, lingering in the air, in the walls, in every damn corner. If I returned, I’d drive myself mad.I exhaled sharply, turning away from the window. The tension in my chest tightened like an iron grip, suffocating and
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.”