Kamrynn's POV She turns back, giving me her full attention. “Of course. What is it?”I hesitate, unsure if I should bring it up. Her kind expression encourages me, but I still feel a weight of reluctance. “It… It's about your altercation with Eloane earlier. I couldn’t help but notice how she… spoke to you.” I look down, fumbling with the edge of my dress. “I don’t mean to pry. It’s just… seeing her treat you that way bothered me.”I brace myself for her reaction, half-expecting her to be annoyed or dismissive. Rmonica’s expression shifts, and for a moment, a shadow of sadness crosses her face. She nods slowly, taking a seat in the chair by the window. “It’s alright, Kamrynn,” she says softly. “I appreciate your concern.” She pauses, then sighs heavily, her gaze fixed on the floor. “Eloane wasn’t always like this. When we were younger, she was like a sister to me. She cared for me, watched over me, and we shared everything. But ever since she got pregnant with my child… she's changed
Kamrynn’s POVThat night, I dream of Rmonica, and it’s one of the strangest, most vivid dreams I’ve ever had.I see her standing in a beautiful, sprawling garden, surrounded by vibrant, colorful flowers. She moves gracefully from one bed of flowers to another, smiling as she gently tends to each bloom, touching each petal as if it were precious. Her hands are tender, her face calm and content, filled with the joy of caring for something she loves.But as night falls, the atmosphere changes. A figure cloaked in shadows slips into the garden, moving silently among the flowers. The figure pulls out a small vial and pours something dark and viscous over the soil, careful not to disturb a single leaf. They disappear into the darkness just as silently as they came.The next morning, Rmonica returns, a look of horror crossing her face as she sees the flowers beginning to wilt, their once-brilliant colors dimming. She kneels, her hands trembling as she tries to revive the plants, watering the
Kamrynn’s POVAfter I finish prepping vegetables for breakfast, Tiona comes over with a smile. “Kamrynn, you’ve done well this morning. Why don’t you take a break? After breakfast, I’ll let you know what other chores are on your schedule.”“Thank you, Tiona,” I say, feeling a rush of relief.I step out of the kitchen, planning to take a moment to check on Rmonica. My mind wanders back to last night’s strange dream—the withering flowers, Rmonica’s distress, and the cloaked figure in the shadows. And then, there’s Eloane. The things I saw this morning, her secretive behavior… None of it makes sense, yet I can’t shake the feeling that something’s wrong.Lost in thought, I turn the corner—and collide headlong into someone.Before I can react, a hand shoves me hard in the chest, sending me stumbling backward. My balance gives out, and I hit the floor with a jarring thud, pain shooting up my spine. I grit my teeth, relieved I landed on my backside instead of my stomach.“Watch where you’re
Kamrynn's POV The rest of the day passes in a blur of chores and work, but no matter how focused I try to be, an eerie feeling clings to me. It’s as if someone is watching me from the shadows, lurking just beyond my vision. Every creak, every faint rustle has me glancing over my shoulder. I try to brush it off, but the feeling leaves me unsettled and hyper-alert.Finally, after dinner, I retreat to my room, grateful to close the door behind me. I drift off quickly, exhausted from the day, but my rest doesn’t last long.The dream comes again, just as vivid as before.Rmonica stands in her beautiful garden, a serene smile on her face as she tends to the flowers. The colors are vibrant, petals glistening under the soft morning sun. But then, night falls, and the shadows deepen.A cloaked figure appears once again, moving silently among the flowers, carrying the same vial of poison. This time, though, their steps are more hurried, the liquid they pour onto the soil darker, thicker. The p
Kamrynn's POV I’ve gone over the scene in my head a dozen times, but no matter how I look at it, the whole thing feels wrong. I can’t keep it to myself any longer. After helping with a few chores, I head to Rmonica’s quarters to see if she’s back from her outing with the Alpha. I find her sitting by the window, a content smile on her face as she watches the sun dip behind the trees.“Kamrynn!” she calls, her face lighting up as she gestures me inside. “Come, sit. I just got back from the orphanage.”I sit beside her, noticing the brightness in her eyes. “You look happy, Rmonica. How was it?”“Oh, it was wonderful!” she exclaims, almost bouncing in her seat. “The pups were so excited to see us. They practically mobbed the Alpha and me at the door. We spent hours playing with them, and I even let them teach me their version of hide and seek—though I think they cheated by scenting me out every time I hid!”She chuckles, a sparkle of joy in her eyes. “There was one little boy who kept tu
Kamrynn's POV A few days pass uneventfully, and I do my best to keep my head down. I'm busy cleaning the kitchen, scrubbing the countertops, and trying to keep my mind off everything. I’m bent over, scrubbing a stubborn stain, when I feel a presence close by. I look up to see Eloane standing in the doorway, arms crossed, her eyes fixed on me with a look of cold disdain.“So,” she begins, her voice low and sharp. “Enjoying yourself, are you?”I straighten up, trying to mask my surprise. “Just doing my work, Eloane.”Her lip curls. “That’s interesting, considering all the time you seem to have for gossiping about me to the Luna.”My heart skips a beat, but I quickly force myself to stay calm. “Gossiping? I don’t know what you mean.”“Oh, don’t play dumb with me,” she snaps, stepping closer. “Rmonica might be too kind-hearted to see through you, but I’m not. You think I don’t know what you’ve been saying behind my back?”I blink, genuinely taken aback. Rmonica would never betray my conf
Calvin's POV It’s been two months since Kamrynn slipped out of the Pack, leaving behind nothing but a memory and the burn of anger that refuses to die. Every day, I send warriors out to track her, pushing them harder, swearing to find her and bring her back. She can’t have gotten far. And when I do find her… she will pay. And I’ll have my pup.But the days grind on with no sign of her. No clues, no trails, just endless emptiness. The frustration gnaws at me, turning everything dark, everything sour. I even snapped at my mother a few days ago, something I’ve never done before. She looked shocked, and though I muttered an apology, the irritation only simmered hotter. Why am I this angry? Without an outlet, it’s like there’s this constant fire beneath my skin, just waiting to tear out.Tonight, I’m done fighting the relentless anger that claws its way through me every waking hour. So, for the first time since Sherelle… I reach for someone else, someone whose face I won’t remember, someo
Kamrynn's POV The suspicion has been clawing at me for days. I can’t shake the idea that Rmonica’s health is being sabotaged, and my dreams feel like warnings I’d be a fool to ignore. There’s only one way to find out if I’m right, but it’s risky: I need to get hold of Rmonica’s medication from Eloane’s room and have it tested to see if they're really hypothyroidism medication. If there’s any tampering with her pills, I’ll find it out once and for all.But there’s a problem. Eloane never leaves her room unlocked. I’ve watched her movements over the last few days, and she’s meticulous, always slipping her keys into her pocket like her secrets would spill out if she let them go for even a moment. Every glance over her shoulder, every smirk she sends my way, tells me she’s on high alert. The woman is hiding something. The only way to know for sure is to get those keys.If I’m going to do this, I need a solid plan—and I need her to be completely unaware.After shadowing her for the next t
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.”