Celine POVThe first thing I feel is warmth. Strong arms wrapped around me, the steady rise and fall of a chest pressed firmly against mine, wings cutting through the air with effortless power. The wind rushes past, sharp and crisp, heightening every sense, making the world around me feel too much—too sharp, too vivid, too real.I know instantly that I’m flying.But this isn’t Sebastian.Sebastian flies with control, his movements precise, every shift of his wings deliberate. This? This is something else entirely. This is wild, reckless, instinctual in a way that feels less like calculated flight and more like a beast carrying its most treasured possession away from danger.It’s Helios.I blink against the wind, my body responding before my mind catches up, my fingers twitching against his chest. The moment I open my eyes, the world floods in with too much clarity, every detail burning itself into my vision like I’m seeing everything for the first time. The air feels heavier, the cold
Celine POVThe heat between us is unbearable, a force so thick and consuming it leaves no room for anything else. My body is on fire, and Helios is the only thing grounding me.His lips move against my throat, slow and deliberate, his teeth grazing my skin, his tongue teasing, tasting, testing my reaction. I shudder, my fingers digging into his arms, feeling the ripple of pure power beneath my touch.I tilt my head slightly, my eyes locking onto his. “Kiss me again,” I whisper.A growl rumbles from deep in his chest, and his mouth crashes back onto mine with reckless hunger, his body pressing harder against me as if the space between us is too much, as if nothing short of consuming me will satisfy him. His claws tangle into my hair, tilting my head back, deepening the kiss until there’s no part of me that isn’t claimed by him.He moves gripping my waist tighter as he lifts me effortlessly, pressing me harder against the stone wall, his wings flexing behind him, enclosing us in a cocoo
Celine POVI feel every inch of his strength, every ounce of his control fraying at the edges. His eyes flicker to mine again, his beathing heavier.“More,” I whisper, my voice softer now but still commanding, still certain.Helios’ breath hitches, his grip flexing, his entire frame going rigid for the briefest second before he obeys without question.His tail tightens further, spreading my legs around his waist, holding me completely captive. His massive form presses even closer, his scales dragging against my skin in a way that sends fire racing through me. He moves, and his claws dig into my thighs, just enough to mark, to claim, to possess, and then—A deep snarl tears from his throat as his hips press forward, fully, completely, irreversibly claiming me in a way that sends shockwaves of sensation ripping through every nerve in my body.A gasp escapes me, sharp, breathless, my body arching into him, the overwhelming heat of him, the sheer size, the pressure, the absolute force of
Celine POV16th BirthdayThe grip on my wrist tightens as my mother drags me forward, her pace relentless. I struggle to keep up, my legs stumbling over themselves as I try to match her determined strides.“Mum!” I cry out, tugging against her hold, desperation in my voice.“Keep moving, Celine!” she snaps, her voice low and feral. I catch a glimpse of her hand as it morphs, the fingers elongating into claws, fur sprouting along the knuckles. Her wolf is surfacing, her strength overpowering.“I don’t have a wolf!” I plead, my voice trembling. My chest burns as I push myself to keep up, but my body betrays me, and I collapse to the ground. She growls in frustration, her grip never faltering as she yanks me upright with ease. Her disdain cuts deeper than her claws ever could. She knows I can’t move as fast as her—knows I’m not like her. Yet here we are.We stop abruptly in front of a tall, foreboding building, its silhouette cutting sharply against the evening sky. The structure looms, i
Celine POVAlex’s words linger in the air like a haunting truth, heavy and undeniable. “Look back, baby. You didn’t go to school, you had no friends, you were kept inside,” he says, his voice laced with a mixture of smugness and sincerity. His gaze pierces through me, forcing me to confront a reality I’ve ignored for years.I freeze, my mind sifting through memories. He’s right. I’ve been hidden my entire life, a shadow behind closed doors. Why? My heart pounds, a dull ache forming in my chest as the unanswered question presses harder.“We’ll make sure you have fun, though,” Wes murmurs as he steps closer. His broad frame traps me against the cold wall. The scent of him—woodsy, dark, and intoxicating—clouds my thoughts. His nose grazes the curve of my neck, and a shiver runs down my spine.“Her smell... Could you imagine the power she’d have if she were unleashed from the ties that hold her down?” Wes’s voice is low, almost reverent, as though I’m some rare, coveted treasure. I gasp as
Celine POV21 YEARS oldThe past week has been a blur of exhaustion, a haze of moments where the brothers barely left me alone. My body aches, my spirit even more so. When I first arrived here, I had my mother. She was my anchor, my only sense of familiarity in this oppressive house. But then, she died.Richard kept me after her death, claiming me like an object to be passed down. I stayed, not because I wanted to, but because I had no choice. I became their slave in every way that mattered. The brothers—my so-called mates. That word feels hollow, a cruel irony. Mates are supposed to be equal partners. But here, it meant ownership and control.On my eighteenth birthday, everything changed. Each of them used my body that night, taking turns, marking me in ways I didn’t understand but couldn’t stop. It wasn’t a one-time event. It became a routine, their presence in my room as predictable as the sunrise. Some nights, only one would come. Other nights, all three would be there, their desir
Celine POVI feel a pang of sorrow as I look at them. I will miss them in a strange, twisted way. They kept me alive when their father wanted to break me. When he sought to punish me, they intervened. When he denied me food, they disobeyed him to keep me from starving. They were my tormentors, yes, but also my protectors in a world that gave me no safe harbor.And yet, even in their protection, they never gave me a choice. They took my body as if it belonged to them, as if my resistance didn’t matter. No matter how much I fought, how much I begged, they always took.Now, as they prepare to take again, I let the tears fall silently. Tomorrow, I might leave. But the scars they’ve left on my soul will stay with me forever.“Will I see you again?” My voice trembles as the words leave my lips, raw with desperation. Despite everything, a part of me clings to the idea that they protected me from their father and might still shield me if I leave. If someone else tries to hurt me, surely, I can
Celine POVDolton stays close, his presence overwhelming, his touch burning into my skin as if he’s trying to leave an imprint of himself on my soul. My arms remain wrapped around his neck, anchoring me to him, and I tilt my face up, searching his gaze. I want to tell him I’ll find a way to see him again, to keep him close even when I’m gone. But the words catch in my throat, silenced by the truth we both know. There’s no way to make this work. His brothers made it clear: there’s no future for us.His fingers slide through my hair, threading gently before tightening. The pull tilts my head back, exposing my neck to him. His lips graze the sensitive skin, soft at first, then firmer as he kisses his way downward. I feel tears prick my eyes, though I’m not sure why. I’ve fought them for so long, built my resistance into a routine, an armor of defiance that’s kept me from breaking entirely. But now, I wish I could go back—embrace every stolen moment, every touch. This is the end, and I kn
Celine POVI feel every inch of his strength, every ounce of his control fraying at the edges. His eyes flicker to mine again, his beathing heavier.“More,” I whisper, my voice softer now but still commanding, still certain.Helios’ breath hitches, his grip flexing, his entire frame going rigid for the briefest second before he obeys without question.His tail tightens further, spreading my legs around his waist, holding me completely captive. His massive form presses even closer, his scales dragging against my skin in a way that sends fire racing through me. He moves, and his claws dig into my thighs, just enough to mark, to claim, to possess, and then—A deep snarl tears from his throat as his hips press forward, fully, completely, irreversibly claiming me in a way that sends shockwaves of sensation ripping through every nerve in my body.A gasp escapes me, sharp, breathless, my body arching into him, the overwhelming heat of him, the sheer size, the pressure, the absolute force of
Celine POVThe heat between us is unbearable, a force so thick and consuming it leaves no room for anything else. My body is on fire, and Helios is the only thing grounding me.His lips move against my throat, slow and deliberate, his teeth grazing my skin, his tongue teasing, tasting, testing my reaction. I shudder, my fingers digging into his arms, feeling the ripple of pure power beneath my touch.I tilt my head slightly, my eyes locking onto his. “Kiss me again,” I whisper.A growl rumbles from deep in his chest, and his mouth crashes back onto mine with reckless hunger, his body pressing harder against me as if the space between us is too much, as if nothing short of consuming me will satisfy him. His claws tangle into my hair, tilting my head back, deepening the kiss until there’s no part of me that isn’t claimed by him.He moves gripping my waist tighter as he lifts me effortlessly, pressing me harder against the stone wall, his wings flexing behind him, enclosing us in a cocoo
Celine POVThe first thing I feel is warmth. Strong arms wrapped around me, the steady rise and fall of a chest pressed firmly against mine, wings cutting through the air with effortless power. The wind rushes past, sharp and crisp, heightening every sense, making the world around me feel too much—too sharp, too vivid, too real.I know instantly that I’m flying.But this isn’t Sebastian.Sebastian flies with control, his movements precise, every shift of his wings deliberate. This? This is something else entirely. This is wild, reckless, instinctual in a way that feels less like calculated flight and more like a beast carrying its most treasured possession away from danger.It’s Helios.I blink against the wind, my body responding before my mind catches up, my fingers twitching against his chest. The moment I open my eyes, the world floods in with too much clarity, every detail burning itself into my vision like I’m seeing everything for the first time. The air feels heavier, the cold
Sebastian POVElira hums thoughtfully, pacing slightly as she processes what she’s discovered. “She doesn’t just have it,” she corrects. “She was meant to have it. It’s as if her body was waiting for this moment, waiting for the blood to activate something ancient in her.”The thought sends a chill down my spine. Celine wasn’t just thrown into this life—she was made for it, built with something none of us fully understand.And if her shifters have changed, if the blood has altered more than just her vampire nature… then what will she be capable of when she wakes?I glance down at her again, brushing a strand of hair from her face, studying the way her expression remains peaceful, almost deceptively so.“She’s going to be different when she wakes up,” I murmur, more to myself than anyone else.Elira nods. “Yes. But how different… that, we will have to wait to see.”Aarmon chuckles darkly, shaking his head. “Something tells me none of us are prepared for what she’s becoming.”I don’t re
Sebastian POVI don’t know why this happened. Drinking blood was supposed to help, it was supposed to restore her, yet here she is—completely unconscious again. My arms tighten around her, feeling the steady rise and fall of her chest, but it does nothing to ease the frustration pressing against my ribs.I hate not knowing what’s happening. I hate not understanding how to fix this. Right now, I wish Jonathan were here. He would have the journals, the knowledge, the answers—but all I have is speculation, and that’s not enough.Aarmon watches me carefully, his gaze sharp, and assessing. “What is your plan?”I wish I had a plan.I glance down at Celine’s unmoving form, feeling her warmth against me, and shrug—a gesture so completely un-king-like it would make my father roll in his grave. But I don’t care. I don’t have the luxury of pretending to have control when I don’t even know what she’s becoming.“If I may,” Elira steps forward, waiting for my permission, and I nod sharply. Whatever
Celine POVI try to look at him, try to show him that I hear him, that I understand what he’s saying, but the exhaustion pressing down on me is suffocating. My vision blurs at the edges, the room tilting slightly, and I know he’s right—I’m losing this battle. My body is screaming for something I refuse to give it, and I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.Sebastian swears under his breath, his grip tightening before he finally snaps his head toward Aarmon. “Do it,” he orders, his voice cold and resolute. “Now.”Aarmon’s lips quirk upward slightly, almost like he was expecting this outcome, but there’s no smugness in his expression, just a quiet understanding of inevitability. He turns toward the woman standing beside him, who doesn’t flinch or resist, merely tilts her head slightly, exposing the delicate line of her throat.I barely have time to process what’s happening before Aarmon moves.Faster than my mind can register, he closes the distance between them, his body fluid, p
Celine POVI swallow hard, trying to force down the unease twisting in my stomach.“She needs blood.” Sebastian’s voice is unwavering, carrying a finality that leaves no room for argument. “We’ve uncovered enough to know that she needs blood—without it, she weakens every time she uses her shifters or her magic. It’s not a choice anymore. If she keeps resisting, she’s going to collapse.”His gaze flickers from Elira to someone else, and when I follow his line of sight, my breath catches.The man standing near the doorway is unmistakable. Even without fangs bared or red eyes flashing, I know what he is. A vampire. The air around him hums with something ancient, something predatory, and my instincts scream at me to keep my distance.“I’ll bring someone for her to drink from,” he says casually, turning as if the decision has already been made, as if I have no say in this.My pulse spikes, panic seizing my chest. “No—” My head shakes, my voice cracking. “I’ll drink it, but not like that. N
Celine POVI don’t know what happened. One moment, I was soaring through the skies, the wind rushing against my scales, the freedom of the moment consuming me entirely. Then, in an instant, everything shifted. The air disappeared, the sky vanished, and suddenly, I was standing—not flying, not falling—just there, locked in place in front of him.The Werewolf King.His presence was suffocating, thick like smoke curling around me, twisting into my skin, into my mind, making everything feel wrong. The weight of it pressed down on me, coiling around my ribs, making each breath shallower than the last. It wasn’t real—it couldn’t be real—but the longer I stood there, the more that certainty slipped away. My thoughts grew hazy, my senses dulled, and I could no longer tell if this was a vision or my new reality.The world around me didn’t shift or waver like my past visions did. There was no flickering, no moments where I could see that it wasn’t real. This was different. This felt permanent.
Sebastian POVThen I close my eyes and reach out—toward her, toward her shifter—hoping that I can find her before she slips away completely. Hoping that I don’t just sink into the darkness like before, hoping that this time I can actually reach her, I take a deep breath and press my hand over hers.The moment I push out to her mind, I’m dragged under.The shift is violent—like something has grabbed me by the throat and yanked me into a space where light doesn’t exist. A suffocating weight presses in from all sides, thick and heavy, swallowing every sense I have. There’s no sound, no vision, no ground beneath me, just a vast nothingness that coils around me like a predator waiting to strike.Helios roars, the sound vibrating through my very bones, a deep, primal response to the unnatural force pulling at us. His instinct is to break free, to tear through this space with brute force and demand control, but I grit my teeth and restrain him.Not yet.I need him, but not to fight. He can c