LOGINTyrone That was all it took to go from the life I used to have… to the one I had fought like hell to earn back.And I would fight for it again if I had to.Every single time.“Dad! Dad! Mommy! Mommy!”Ayila’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts as she jumped up and down next to me, her little hands
Tyrone I stood at the edge of the auditorium, my hands shoved deep into the pockets of my jacket, trying to keep them from shaking. My heart was beating harder than it ever had in any fight, any battle, any patrol I had ever done. And that was saying something, because I’d faced death more times th
“I don’t know how you do it,” I said softly, watching them. “She’s… she’s so full of life. So… fearless.”Tyron glanced at me, smiling gently. “She is. And she’s lucky. Because she has two people who… who would fight the world for her.”My chest tightened. I wanted to believe that, to feel safe with
WinterThe morning light spilled through the tall windows of my aunt and uncle’s mansion, painting the polished floors with gold streaks. I sat at the small breakfast nook with a steaming mug of coffee in my hands, listening to the soft sounds of Ayila’s tiny laughter echoing from the living room.T
Tyrone I know,” I whispered, the weight of my confession pressing down. “I know I failed you. I know I can’t take back what I did. I can’t… I can’t undo the deaths, the betrayal, the pain I caused. But I swear to you..every day since then, I’ve been trying. Trying to rebuild… trying to be worthy of
Tyrone The mansion was quiet except for the hum of the city outside. I stood in the doorway of the living room, hands fisted at my sides, heart hammering so hard I thought it would shatter my ribs. She was sitting on the edge of the sofa, her legs crossed, arms folded, eyes distant...watching the s
Winter POVYesterday’s date with Tyron was… amazing.Well, I wouldn’t exactly call eating ice cream and strolling around town with guards breathing down our necks a date. But for someone like him—someone who doesn’t even believe in dates or normalcy—it meant something. And it will do.Tyron.Tyron.
Winter I wasn’t supposed to say yes.When Tyron leaned against the training posts after sparring and asked, so casually, “Want to take a walk later?” I should’ve told him no. I should’ve reminded myself who he was — the rogue chained in our dungeon not long ago, the one whose silence carved holes i
Winter The morning sun poured through my curtains like it was trying to shame me awake. My eyes blinked open to softness that wasn’t my own bed, warmth that wasn’t mine.For one wild second, I panicked. Tyron’s scent was everywhere—smoke, pine, danger. Then it hit me. I hadn’t left. I’d fallen asle
Winter's POV Her scent is everywhere.It clings to my skin, the sheets, even the air I breathe. Sweet and sharp, threaded with smoke from the candles she insisted on lighting, heavy with the heat of what we did last night. My wolf prowls inside me, restless, unsatisfied, snarling at me to reach for







