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 A week had passed since my conversation with Calvin.A week since I told him I needed time.I had checked on him daily, making sure he was taking his medication, eating properly, and recovering as he should. His wounds were healing, the bruises fading, but the silence between us remained thick and awkward. I never stayed long enough for us to have a real conversation.Whenever I visited, he would look at me with those piercing green eyes, as if willing me to say something—anything. But I couldn’t. I wasn’t ready.Instead, I threw myself into taking care of the twins and helping around the Pack House, trying to cultivate trust with everyone. It wasn’t easy. Some wolves still avoided me, their eyes lingering with suspicion or fear. But others—the ones who had lost children and had found comfort in my blessing—were beginning to warm up to me.Today, I was sitting in the courtyard with Astor in my arms. Arabella had a fever last night and had been crying on and off until daw
Kamrynn's POV I sat quietly on the old wooden swing in the garden, letting the gentle breeze kiss my skin as the late afternoon sun bathed everything in a soft, golden light. The swing creaked slightly as I rocked back and forth, my bare feet brushing against the grass. It was peaceful out here, away from the noise and bustle inside the Pack House.But my mind was anything but peaceful.I had spent the past week in a constant whirlwind of emotions. Ever since my talk with Lysaa, I’d been trying to sort through my feelings, figure out what I wanted, and work up the courage to talk to Calvin.A lot had happened in that time. Calvin had recovered remarkably fast—much faster than I expected, though that probably had something to do with him being a silver wolf. His wounds had mostly healed, and he could move around on his own now, though the doctor had warned him to avoid anything too strenuous. His rib was still mending, after all.He’d been restless, of course. Calvin had never been th
Calvin's POV I never thought this would happen—not like this, not ever again.Kamrynn’s fingers were soft, but her grip was firm as she led me toward my room. Every step felt surreal, like a fever dream I didn’t dare wake from. The warmth of her hand, the slight glance she cast over her shoulder, the way her lips were parted, almost as if she were holding back words—it was more than I’d ever let myself hope for.She wanted this. She wanted me.I swallowed hard, trying to keep my emotions in check, but I felt like a teenager about to touch a girl for the first time. Me—a grown man, a silver wolf, someone who had once terrorized her—reduced to a bumbling idiot just by the way she looked at me.Kamrynn locked the door behind us, and my heart stumbled in my chest as she turned and tugged me into her arms. I barely had a chance to breathe before her lips were on mine.My mind blanked. Every coherent thought I’d had—every plan to take it slow and tread carefully—went out the window. All I
Calvin's POV I parted her legs wider, running my hands through her soft thighs. I bit into the flesh of her thigh, unable to resist and she let out a soft sound.I give her thigh a few more bites before moving to her wet heat and blowing on it. She squeaked with surprise.“What are you doing? Don't tease me.” She whined and I smiled beside myself before diving down and eating her out like she was my last meal on death row.I trailed my tongue up my labia lips, tasting her sweet nectar. I took one of her folds into her mouth, sucking while my tongue breached her wet heat. I continued to tongue her slit, getting drunk on her juices and falling further into the abyss.I licked a stripe up her folds and paused, setting my sights on her cute little nub. I flicked my tongue over her clit and I saw it twitch as she bit back a moan.I closed my mouth around the erect organ, sucking vigorously and biting lightly while alternating with lapping and licking. Her thighs shook and her voice rose u
Lysaa's POV I felt him before I heard him.It wasn’t the sound of his footsteps—I couldn’t hear those. Lorien moved with the stealth of a predator, quiet and calculated. No, it was the shift in the air, the sudden warmth that tickled the back of my neck, and the unmistakable hum of his presence that gave him away.“Nice try,” I said, smiling as I tilted my head slightly. “But you forget—I can always tell when it’s you.”A low chuckle rumbled in my ear, deep and smooth like molten gold. “You’re getting too good at this,” Lorien murmured, his breath warm against my skin.Before I could respond, his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest. A shiver ran down my spine as his lips brushed the side of my neck, lingering just long enough to make my breath hitch.“Lorien…” I whispered, my voice shaky but soft.His grip tightened slightly, his body heat enveloping me in a cocoon of warmth. Every nerve in my body seemed to come alive at his touch. When you’ve lost your s
Kamrynn's POV It had been days since I sent that message, and honestly, I wasn’t sure what to expect. Was the hex still in place? Had Sherelle’s spell dissipated on its own after her death, or had she undone it before she met her fiery end?When I finally got a reply, relief hit me like a splash of cold water.Rmonica’s response wasn’t formal or composed in any way—it was frantic. Her message practically screamed off the page: Where have you been?! Where are the babies?! We’ve been looking everywhere for you!A visit to Blue Bell seemed like the best course of action. There was too much to explain over a message, and I wanted to see everyone’s faces when I told them the truth. Besides, this would be a chance to reconnect with the pack and ensure that things were truly back to normal.Which brought us to our current situation.The car rumbled beneath us as we neared Blue Bell’s border. Franklin was driving, his hands steady on the wheel as he navigated the familiar roads. I sat in the
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…