Sylvia’s POVAs I made my way back to my old house, my mind was still swimming with everything that had happened at the palace – Lucas's steady presence, his quiet strength, and the way he'd looked at me with understanding instead of judgment. He must have known the truth… The mate bond twisted unc
"I have every right!" Raven roared, his hand shooting out to grab my arm with bruising force. Pain exploded through my shoulder, but the physical hurt was nothing compared to the emotional agony of seeing him become this monster.Astrid stepped closer, her face a perfect mask of false concern. "Don'
Sylvia’s POVWhen I woke up again, I found myself lying on a lavish, soft large bed, with a large crystal chandelier on the ceiling, reflecting the sunlight. "You're awake." Lucas' voice came from the foot of the bed, and I sat up to see him sitting on the sofa, quietly watching me.Before I could
"Then why?" Lucas pressed, his eyes searching mine. "Why risk everything to lie to my father? Why protect someone who's hurt you so deeply?""It wasn't for him!" The words exploded from me with such force that Lucas actually took a small step back. I took a shuddering breath, trying to organize the
Sylvia’s POVThe moment Raven saw me on the path, his entire demeanor transformed. The cold, controlling Alpha who had struck me just hours ago melted away, replaced by an expression of such pure joy it made my chest ache. He rushed toward me with open arms, looking at me as if I was the answer to e
The Moon Goddess's gift had become my greatest curse, binding me to someone who could hurt me so deeply while claiming to love me."The connection you shared with Astrid seemed pretty meaningful," I said, trying to inject venom into my voice, but it came out wounded instead. "Meaningful enough that
Sylvia’s POVLooking around at the bedroom that had been completely transformed into Astrid's domain, I felt something break inside me. The pain was so intense, so all-consuming, that it did what I'd thought impossible – it overwhelmed the mate bond's insistent pull. For the first time since we'd be
Sylvia’s POVThe milk dripped down my face, cold and sticky against my skin. I stood there, frozen for a moment, as rage built inside me like a gathering storm. This woman – this snake who had slithered into my life and poisoned everything I held dear – stood before me with that smug smile, wearin