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, wearing my clothes.I wiped the milk from my eyes, my hands trembling with fury. There, draped across her shoulders, was my favorite blue cashmere sweater – the one Raven had given me on our first anniversary. The sight of it on her body made my blood boil. But it wasn't just the sweater. As I looked closer, I recognized more of my belongings: my silver bracelet, the designer jeans I'd saved up for months to buy, and even the delicate pearl earrings that had belonged to my mother."That is my clothing," I said, my eyes fixed on her, my voice dangerously calm. Each word felt as if it had been carved from ice. "You are wearing my clothes."Astrid's smile grew brighter, and she raised her eyebrows,
"You can't be serious," I said, fighting to keep my voice steady. "These young wolves need proper guidance, not reckless-""What they need," Astrid interrupted, her voice sharp, "is to learn real combat. No more of this dancing around each other, pulling punches, playing it safe." She turned to addr
Sylvia’s POVDespite the fury still burning in my chest after yesterday's confrontation with Raven, I couldn't abandon my responsibilities to the pack. The young wolves shouldn't suffer because of the politics between their Alpha and Luna.So, as dawn painted the sky in shades of pink and gold, I ma
"Think about it," he insisted, turning me to face him. "She'll be directly under your supervision. You'll know exactly what she's doing, where she is-""Oh, like how I knew she was planning to torture me? Like how I knew she was going to use my father's knife to try and destroy my ability to have ch
Sylvia’s POVThe moment Raven's words about Astrid helping manage pack affairs registered, something inside me snapped. The audacity of it - the sheer insanity of suggesting my would-be murderer should help run the pack - sent a wave of hysteria through me."If you think I'm going to work with her,"
"Fine," I conceded. "But stay on your side of the bed."He nodded, though something possessive flashed in his eyes. We prepared for bed in tense silence, the space between us feeling both too vast and not vast enough.Sleep was elusive that night. I lay rigidly on my side, acutely aware of Raven's p
Sylvia's POVThe silence stretched between us as I stood at the window, still processing the scent of Astrid's perfume on Raven's skin. My fingers gripped the windowsill until my knuckles turned white, trying to anchor myself against the storm of emotions threatening to overwhelm me."Sylvia," Raven
When I finally emerged, wrapped in a towel with water still dripping from my hair, I found Raven waiting in my room. My body tensed immediately, remembering his forceful treatment earlier."Sylvia," he began, taking a step toward me. "I need to apologize."I wrapped my robe tighter around myself, ma
Sylvia's POVI fled down the corridor, my footsteps echoing off the stone walls as I ran from that scene, from my name spoken like a forbidden prayer, from the confusion and hurt that threatened to overwhelm me. I didn't stop until I reached an empty alcove, pressing my back against the cold stone
I jerked away from his touch, anger overriding the mate bond's pull. "I belong to myself. What happened just now... that was biology, nothing more.""Biology?" His laugh was cruel. "Your body tells a different story. You can't deny how you responded to me.""Because of the mate bond!" I wrapped the