Kamrynn's POV Amara stared at the knife, her face as pale as the suds in the sink. Tiona was the first to speak, her voice trembling. “That knife… it would’ve gone right through her.”“It would’ve been bad,” I murmured, barely recognizing my own shaky voice. My heart was pounding, adrenaline rushing through me so fast that my hands trembled.The maids exchanged frightened whispers, their voices blending into a dull hum in the background. I couldn’t focus on their words. My mind was spinning, replaying the moment over and over. That feeling—that overwhelming certainty—had saved Amara’s life.But how had I known?Tiona placed a hand on my shoulder, her grip firm but comforting. “Kamrynn, are you okay?”I nodded stiffly, though my throat felt tight. “I… I just knew something was going to happen. I could feel it.”“That was more than just a feeling,” Tiona said softly, glancing at the knife again. “You saved her.”The weight of her words settled on me, heavy and undeniable. This wasn’t a
Kamrynn's POV After a lot of thought, I knew there was only one person I could trust with the problem of my wolf. Rmonica. But in order to seek her help, I would have to unravel myself completely, reveal the truth about my past. Every dark, disgusting detail.I sat across from her in the quiet sitting room, the comforting aroma of chamomile tea swirling between us. She gave me her usual warm, encouraging smile, but I felt my heart pounding as I prepared to speak.“Kamrynn?” Rmonica said softly, tilting her head with concern. “You’ve been quiet. What’s on your mind?”I stared at my cup, the steam curling like smoke from a fire. “There’s something I need to tell you,” I began, my voice shaking slightly. “Something about my past... and why I became a rogue.”Her expression softened instantly, concern flickering in her eyes. “Kamrynn, you don’t have to tell me if it’s too painful.”“No,” I said firmly, wrapping my hands around the mug. “You deserve to know. I want you to understand every
Kamrynn's POV “Surprise!” He announced, his arms spread dramatically as he stood in the doorway.Rmonica shot up, her face breaking into an enormous smile. “Kyven!”The man—Kyven, apparently—bounded over and scooped Rmonica into a tight hug, lifting her off her feet and spinning her in circles. “Did I get you? Did I surprise you?” he teased, his voice light and full of mischief.“You absolutely did!” Rmonica laughed, her voice ringing with genuine delight. “What are you doing here?”“Semester’s over,” he said, setting her down and brushing invisible dust from his jacket. “Figured I’d spend my break with my favorite aunt and uncle.”Rmonica beamed at him, clearly thrilled by his unexpected visit. “It’s so good to see you! Kamrynn, come meet Kyven.”I stood slowly, trying to mask the unease creeping through me as Rmonica gestured toward me with enthusiasm. “This is the Alpha’s nephew,” she said proudly. “Kyven, meet Kamrynn. She’s a dear friend.”Kyven turned his attention to me, his g
Kamrynn's POV The third day finally arrived, dragging itself along as if to test my patience. Each tick of the clock felt like a taunt. When the driver finally pulled up in front of Marwynn’s secluded cottage, my stomach churned with nerves. Intrusive thoughts clawed at my mind like restless shadows. What if this doesn’t work? What if Aryna’s gone forever? What if I’m left broken—again?Beside me, Rmonica must have sensed my unease. Her warm hand closed over mine, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “You’ve got this,” she said softly, her voice steady and confident. “I can feel it in my gut. Aryna’s waiting for you, Kamrynn.”Her certainty was comforting, even if I couldn’t quite share it. “Thanks, Rmonica,” I murmured. “I hope you’re right.”She tilted her head with a small smile. “I know I’m right.”The car came to a halt, and as we stepped out, Marwynn appeared in the doorway. Her sharp eyes, as piercing as ever, studied us both. She nodded in greeting, her presence calm but undeniabl
Kamrynn's POV Marwynn’s chanting grew louder, her voice taking on an almost frenzied rhythm. She picked up the knife, its blade gleaming dangerously in the flickering candlelight, and approached me with purpose. My eyes widened in alarm.“What are you—” I started to ask, but she cut me off.“Stay still,” she ordered. “This is part of the process.”With practiced precision, she made small, shallow incisions along my arms, shoulders, and legs, carefully avoiding my stomach. Each cut sent a fresh wave of agony through me, and I couldn’t stop the sob that tore from my throat.“I can’t—” I choked out, my voice trembling. “This—this might’ve been a mistake—”“Endure,” Marwynn snapped, her voice cutting through my despair. “You are stronger than the poison within you.”Her words were like a lifeline, pulling me back from the edge. I gritted my teeth, clinging to her belief in my strength. Then, something strange began to happen. From the cuts she had made, a thick, black liquid started to o
Kamrynn's POV After Aryna awoke within me, everything changed in ways I hadn’t thought possible. It wasn’t just a physical shift; it was visceral, a transformation that radiated from deep within. Strength coursed through my veins, so potent it felt as though I could lift mountains if I tried. My senses sharpened to a near-supernatural degree. I could hear the softest whispers from across the room, smell the faintest traces of herbs lingering in the air, and feel the subtle vibrations of footsteps on the ground before they even reached my ears.Tasks that had once left me winded—bending to pick something off the floor, climbing stairs, or even enduring the day-to-day weight of my pregnancy—now seemed laughably easy. My body felt lighter, almost like I was floating just above the earth but with a grounding force that kept me steady.And my awareness… it was unnerving at first. I noticed details I would have missed before: the slight shift in a person’s tone, the tension in their should
Kamrynn's POV Kyven’s avoidance was immediate and absolute after my rejection, and honestly, it was a relief. The absence of his endless chatter felt like a weight had been lifted, especially now, with the palace abuzz with preparations for the Harvest Moon Festival.The festival was one of the biggest events of the year, a celebration that spanned all Packs, dedicated to honoring the Moon Goddess for her blessings and protection. I had loved it as a child. Back in the Obsidian Pack, it had been my favorite holiday, a time when everything felt magical and alive. Before life turned upside down, Sherelle and I would gather wildflowers to make crowns for everyone, our laughter echoing through the woods.The memory brought a bittersweet ache to my chest. Sherelle had been more than my twin; she was my other half, my anchor. Her absence left a void that even time couldn’t fill. Now, the thought of celebrating without her felt hollow, but I told myself I’d join in, for the sake of the Pack
Kamrynn's POV “I can’t stop thinking about you,” he continued, his voice trembling with intensity. “Your crystal blue eyes, your pink kissable lips, your intoxicating scent—it’s like a drug. I can’t pretend I don’t want you anymore.”“Kyven, stop this,” I said firmly. “You’re drunk. You’ll regret this tomorrow.”“I won’t,” he said, his voice resolute. “What do I have to do, Kamrynn? What will it take to prove I’m serious? Tell me where I’m lacking, and I’ll fix it. Just stop treating me like a child.”“It’s not about you,” I said, my tone softening. “It’s not your age or your looks. There’s nothing wrong with you, Kyven.”“Then what is it?” he asked, his voice breaking. “Why can’t you just give me a chance?”“Because I’m the problem,” I admitted, my eyes stinging. “I’m not fit for you, Kyven. You deserve someone better, someone whole.”His eyes darkened, and he hushed me with a firm warning. “Don’t ever say that again. Don’t talk about yourself like that, Kamrynn, because I won’t sta
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.”