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
Kamrynn's POV The morning sunlight streamed through my curtains, warming my face as I blinked awake. Stretching my arms above my head, I let out a soft groan. Memories of last night came rushing back, unbidden and vivid. My fingers brushed against my lips, a traitorous part of me savoring the lingering sensation of the kiss.“Nope. Stop,” I muttered to myself, sitting up abruptly and tossing the blanket off. “We are not going there.”“But you are,” Aryna teased, her voice playful in my mind.“I’m not,” I insisted aloud, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. “There’s too much to do today. The festival’s starting.”“Keep telling yourself that,” Aryna chuckled.Ignoring her, I shuffled to the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face, scrubbing away the remnants of sleep and last night’s thoughts. Once clean, I padded back to my wardrobe, where Rmonica’s special gift hung waiting for me.The dress was a masterpiece—a deep emerald that shimmered faintly in the light. The cut flatt
Kamrynn's POV By noon, the invited Alphas began to arrive, their entourages adding a new layer of energy to the already bustling palace. The first to make their grand entrance was Alpha Zane and Luna Isla of the Moon Blood Pack.The entire palace staff gathered outside, lined up neatly to welcome them, while Alpha Orion and Luna Rmonica stood at the forefront, their presence regal yet inviting. I lingered toward the back, watching the sleek black Lamborghini come to a stop, followed by a small fleet of expensive cars.When the car door opened, Alpha Zane stepped out first, his posture stiff and commanding. His blue eyes swept over the gathered staff and pack members with an air of superiority. Luna Isla followed, her movements deliberate and her expression unabashedly bored as she adjusted the folds of her intricate crimson dress, the plunging neckline so low it almost made me uncomfortable.“Alpha Zane, Luna Isla,” Alpha Orion greeted with a polite nod. “Welcome to the Blue Bell Pac
Kamrynn's POV The atmosphere was thick with tension, Kyven’s declaration of “mate” still reverberating in the air like a ripple in a still pond. My pulse raced, my mind struggling to catch up with what had just unfolded.Alpha Orion, ever composed, stepped in with the calm authority that seemed to command the entire space. “Thank you all for your presence,” he said, his deep voice steady and commanding. His gaze swept across the gathered group, his presence anchoring the charged moment. “Let us head inside. I’m sure we all have much to discuss.”Everyone moved to follow his lead. I trailed behind the Alpha families with the other palace staff, doing my best to stay unobtrusive, but my eyes betrayed me. They flicked toward Kyven and Thalia, who were walking ahead of me.Their gazes were still locked on each other, as though the entire world had faded away, leaving only the two of them. The intensity between them was almost palpable, their connection undeniable.My chest tightened, an
Kamrynn's POV No matter how much I tried to convince myself that I didn't care, I lingered around the Alpha's office, hoping to read the air when they came out, to know what might have transpired.The meeting between the two Alpha families finally concluded and when both Alphas came out of the office exchanging handshakes with smiles on their faces, I already knew what to expect. I didn't even get time to dwell on it before Alpha Orion called for a broader assembly. The news had to be shared with everyone in the palace, and preparations for the announcement were swiftly underway.By the time we all filed into the Grand Hall, the atmosphere was buzzing with anticipation. The Alphas and Lunas were seated in the front row, their positions elevated above the rest of us who stood. The grandeur of the hall, with its towering windows and glittering chandeliers, seemed even more imposing with the weight of the news that was about to be revealed.I lingered near the back, blending into the cr
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…