He just can't seem to catch a break.
Calvin’s POVThe first thing I registered was the sound.A door slamming against the wall. The sharp, ragged inhale of someone barely containing their fury. And then—A roar.Not just any roar.A sound so raw, so drenched in murderous rage, that the very air in the room seemed to shudder.I lifted my head slowly.Lorien stood in the doorway, his chest heaving, his serpentine eyes burning with an unfathomable fury. His hands were clenched so tight that his claws had unsheathed, digging into his own palms. His aura flooded the room, suffocating, oppressive, a force of nature ready to tear through anything in its way.Franklin took a wary step back. Even he, ever composed, looked pale.But I didn’t move.I didn’t have the strength to.Or maybe, I just didn’t care.Then Lorien’s voice shattered the silence."You—" His voice was low, guttural, like the growl of a beast about to tear into its prey.I barely had time to process it before he lunged.His fist slammed into my jaw, snapping my h
Kamrynn’s POVSeventeen hours.That’s how long it had been since Franklin rushed into my room, breathless, frantic, begging me to stop Lorien.At first, I hadn’t thought much of it. Calvin had wronged too many people, hurt too many lives, and if Lorien wanted vengeance, I had no reason to interfere. But then I saw him.Bloodied. Broken. Barely breathing.The moment I laid eyes on him, something inside me cracked.I screamed without thinking, my voice cutting through the chaos."Lorien, that’s enough! Get away from him now! Please!"I had never seen Lorien hesitate before. But in that moment, he did.The rage in his eyes was still there, his hands clenched into fists, his chest rising and falling with rapid, heated breaths. But he stopped. And that was all I needed to rush to Calvin’s side.He was barely conscious, his body battered beyond recognition. Blood seeped from wounds that hadn't even begun to heal. I placed a hand on his cheek, my fingers trembling as I whispered his name.Hi
Kamrynn’s POVI hadn’t slept—not even for a second.I had spent the entire time watching over Calvin, my gaze never leaving him, as if the sheer force of my will could somehow keep him tethered to life. The steady rhythm of the heart monitor filled the quiet room, a haunting reminder that despite everything, he was still here—still breathing.The bruises on his face had darkened, stark against the unnatural paleness of his skin. His lips were swollen, his arms bandaged where deep wounds had been stitched closed. Lorien had done a number on him. The sight of it left an unfamiliar weight in my chest, something tight and uncomfortable that I didn’t want to examine too closely.My thoughts were interrupted when the door opened, and the doctor walked in.She was an older woman with a calm, professional air about her, moving with the quiet efficiency of someone who had seen far worse injuries than this. She barely spared me a glance before focusing her attention on Calvin, checking the mach
Kamrynn’s POVI woke up at sunrise, a sense of determination anchoring itself deep within me. Today was the day. No more running, no more waiting for Sherelle to strike. It was time to finally take control of my life rather than let her pull the strings.The warm glow of the early morning sun spilled through my window, casting long shadows across the room. I stretched, inhaling deeply, trying to push away the unease that had been settling in my gut since last night. No matter how much I tried to ignore it, I couldn’t shake the ominous feeling creeping up my spine.Brushing it aside, I focused on the things that mattered most—my children.I slipped into the adjoining bathroom, turning on the shower. The warm water cascaded over me, washing away the remnants of sleep. My mind drifted as I scrubbed my skin, running through all the possible ways my encounter with Sherelle could go. I needed to be prepared.Once I was clean, I dressed in something comfortable—a simple black dress with fitt
Kamrynn’s POVThe Helion Forest was exactly as I remembered—a place where light dared not linger.A thick, unnatural fog clung to the ground, curling around the gnarled tree trunks like ghostly fingers. The branches above us twisted into clawed hands, reaching for something unseen, casting eerie shadows over the narrow path we followed. The air was dense, suffocating, as though the very forest rejected our presence.And in a way, it probably did.Lorien walked ahead of me, his footsteps silent, his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings like a predator on the hunt. He barely made a sound, his posture tense but controlled. Even with his seemingly relaxed stride, I could feel the raw power coiled beneath his every step, waiting for the slightest reason to strike.I wasn’t afraid.Not of the forest.Not of the darkness.But of what waited for me at the end of this path.The cabin came into view through the thick mist, small and unassuming, tucked away in the heart of this cursed place. The
Kamrynn's POV The air between us was thick, charged with an electric tension that prickled my skin. Sherelle’s words still echoed in my mind, but instead of fear, a slow-burning rage settled deep in my chest.I met her gaze, steel against steel, and let my lips curl into a smirk. “Then bring it on, Sherelle.” My voice was unwavering, the fire inside me burning too bright to be dimmed. “I don’t care who I have to uproot from this world to get my happy ending.”Sherelle blinked, and for the first time, she looked genuinely surprised. As if she hadn’t expected me to stand my ground, to throw her challenge right back at her. But then… she laughed.It was a slow, sultry chuckle that built into a full, delighted laugh. She tilted her head back, eyes gleaming with amusement. “Oh, Kamrynn.” She sighed dramatically, shaking her head as if I were a foolish child. “You truly believe you can fight me? With my dark magic?”She leaned forward, her voice dipping lower, taunting. “You have no idea w
Kamrynn’s POVThe wind howled in my ears as Lorien’s massive wings beat against the sky, carrying us back to the Obsidian Pack. My body ached with exhaustion, my muscles sore from the battle with Sherelle, but my heart felt… lighter. The weight I had been carrying for so long had finally lifted. Sherelle was gone. The nightmare was over.I let out a slow breath as the familiar scent of pine and earth filled my senses. Below us, the Obsidian Pack’s territory stretched out like a vast, living tapestry, the Pack House standing proud at the center. And there, right in front of it, was Luna Dowager Marlana.My heart clenched at the sight of her standing in the open yard, her arms stretched wide as she lifted Astor into the air while Arabella giggled beside her. My babies.Before Lorien even landed, I was already reaching forward, itching to touch the ground, to get to them.The moment his claws touched the earth, I didn’t hesitate. I slid off his back, stumbling slightly before steadying my
Calvin’s POVThe first time I woke up, pain greeted me like an old friend.It wasn’t the sharp, searing agony that had consumed me during Lorien’s punishment, but a dull ache that radiated through every nerve in my body. My head throbbed, my back burned, and even the shallow rise and fall of my chest felt like a battle.I wanted to move, to sit up, but my body refused.And then, I saw her.Kamrynn.She was sitting in the chair beside my bed, her hands resting in her lap. Her hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders, and her eyes—Moon Goddess, those eyes—were filled with something I hadn’t seen in them for so long: concern.For a moment, I thought I was hallucinating.It wouldn’t have been the first time my mind conjured up images of her, especially in my darker moments when guilt and regret swallowed me whole.But when she looked at me—really looked at me—and whispered, “You’re awake,” I knew she was real.I tried to speak, but my throat was dry, and all that came out was a hoarse
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…