Kamrynn’s POVNo.No, no, no.This couldn’t be happening.The mate bond pulsed between us, a living, breathing force that clawed at my soul, demanding acknowledgment. My heart pounded furiously, my stomach twisting into knots.I hated this.I hated that my body reacted to him, that my instincts whispered for me to submit. That a part of me, buried deep, wanted to lean into him instead of push him away.My hands clenched into fists as I staggered back, trying to put distance between us, trying to escape his intoxicating scent before it drowned me completely.Calvin took a hesitant step forward. His emerald-green eyes were wide, filled with something between shock and wonder. “Kamrynn…” he breathed, his voice hoarse.“Don’t say my name!” I snapped, ba
Kamrynn’s POVA second passed. And then another and another. Little moments that felt like eternity as Calvin’s words settled over me heavily like a shroud. Like a thick fog, surrounding me, suffocating me. The realization of my own actions…The children are dead.The moment the thought formed, it crashed into me with the force of a boulder, knocking the air from my lungs.I staggered, my vision tunneling as the enormity of it all hit me like a punch to the gut.This was because of me.Because of the curse I had placed in my fury, mere words spoken out of distress. At least back then I had thought they were just words.A curse I had spoken without thinking, without truly believing it would take hold. I had been bleeding, broken, drowning in despair, and in that moment, I had only wanted them to feel even a fraction of what I had endured.I had wanted justice.I had wanted vengeance.But I never—ever—wanted this.Tears welled in my eyes, my body trembling violently. "No," I whispered,
Calvin’s POVDespair wasn’t a strong enough word for what I felt.I knew Kamrynn wouldn’t forgive me. I had expected it.But knowing something and feeling it were two different things.Hearing her say it—hearing her mean it—was like a blade slicing straight through my chest.She had nothing left for me.No love. No warmth. Not even pity.Only hatred.I staggered down the dim hallway, the weight of her rejection pressing onto my shoulders like an unbearable force. I wasn’t even sure where I was going—I just walked, my mind a storm of emotions I couldn’t process.Eventually, I found myself in the dining hall. It was empty, dark, the remnants of the evening’s celebration still lingering—half-empty glasses, plates scattered across the long wooden table.I sank into a chair, resting my forearms against the surface, my fingers gripping my skull.She’s my mate.The words kept circling in my head, over and over, refusing to let me breathe.Kamrynn is my mate.My second chance mate.Why?Why wo
Calvin’s POVI couldn’t sit still any longer.I needed answers.Everything I had believed for the past year and half was beginning to crumble before my eyes. The certainty I had clung to, the anger that had driven me—it was all slipping through my fingers, replaced with a single, gnawing question:What if Sherelle was alive?The thought had taken root in my mind and refused to let go. It made too much sense now. The missing body. The disappearing guard. The lack of any real proof beyond circumstantial evidence.Fenrir stirred restlessly in the back of my mind, pacing. "You know what we have to do."I exhaled sharply, already knowing what he was going to say. "Go back to the witch.""It’s the only way," Fenrir said. "She gave you answers once. She might have more now."He was right. I hated admitting it, but he was right."We have to go back," I murmured, running a hand through my hair. "We have to find out the truth."It didn’t matter that I was leaving the Blue Bell Pack in the morni
Calvin’s POVSleep eluded me.I had spent the entire night staring at the ceiling, my mind caught in a relentless loop of thoughts that refused to quiet. Every time I closed my eyes, I found myself right back where it all began—standing in that room, staring at Kamrynn, feeling the mate bond settle into place like a noose around my throat.It should have been impossible. It was impossible.And yet, there she was.My mate.The mother of my children.My victim.I let out a slow, shaky breath, pinching the bridge of my nose as the first rays of sunlight bled through the curtains. The warmth did nothing to ease the cold dread pressing against my ribs.Last night had been one of the wildest, most chaotic nights of my life.First, I had found Kamrynn in the Blue Bell Pack—a place I never expected her to be. Then, I had learned the truth about the twins. My twins. The two lives I never even knew existed. And as if that wasn’t enough of a shock, the mate bond had wrapped around my soul with a
Calvin’s POVIt took almost three days, but I finally made it back to the witch’s cabin in the Silver Pines.The journey had been long and grueling, but exhaustion was the last thing on my mind.Sherelle.That single name had haunted me the entire trip.Now, as I approached the familiar cabin, something felt… off.The familiar scent of dried herbs and incense still hung in the air, yet the atmosphere was wrong. There was a stillness—an eerie silence that hadn’t been there before. The first time I came here, the witch had been waiting for me, already standing at the door before I even knocked. Almost like she knew I would show up.This time?Nothing.The door remained shut. The windows were dark. There was no sign of life inside.A bad feeling settled in my stomach.I knocked once. Hard. "It’s me. Calvin."Silence.I knocked again, louder this time. "Open the door."Still nothing.I tried the handle. Locked."Something’s wrong," Fenrir rumbled, his presence tense in the back of my mind
Kamrynn’s POVI folded the last of the twins’ tiny onesies and sighed, pressing my palms against the neatly stacked pile.No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake Calvin’s words from my mind."Sherelle might still be alive."The idea itself was ridiculous. Impossible.I had seen my sister’s mutilated body. I had felt the crushing weight of her loss.And yet…A small, desperate part of me wanted to believe it.What if—?No.I clenched my fists, forcing the thought away.It was wishful thinking. Nothing more.Even if Sherelle had somehow survived, why had she never come back? Why had she let me suffer?The ache in my chest deepened, but Aryna’s voice cut through my thoughts."Stop torturing yourself, Kamrynn."I sighed, rubbing my temples."You’re worrying over nothing," Aryna added. "Calvin is grasping at straws."I wanted to believe her.But something lingered—a whisper of doubt that refused to fade.I shook my head and exhaled, pushing away the thoughts.Right now, I had more imp
Kamrynn's POV My stomach twisted painfully."He’s closing in on me—"Her voice rose in panic."There’s no time."Sherelle turned the camera, pointing it at the thick forest behind her.Nothing was there.Yet.But I could hear it.The snap of twigs.The deep, steady footsteps.Someone was coming."Please come to Helion Creek!" she begged, her voice breaking. "There’s a cabin where he’s been keeping me hostage."A cabin.My hands were slick with sweat as I gripped the phone."Hurry!" she gasped, her fear intensifying. "Before he catches me and shuts me up for good!"A sharp rustling.Sherelle spun around again, her panic skyrocketing."Calvin is crazy!" she cried. "He’s obsessed! He won’t stop until he gets what he thinks he deserves!"A strangled sob tore from her throat."Come alone, please—"Her voice broke."I can’t let anyone else be dragged into this."She sniffled, glancing over her shoulder."Enough people have died..."Then—A sudden, horrifying scream.The screen tilted violen
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.”