Verena grabs the loofah and soaps it up before washing my chest. My eyes widen at the intimate act, but I don’t say anything because something tells me Verena needs to do this. To make sure I’m really okay. Afterwards, I do the same to her, and as I wash the lathered soap from her skin, I can’t hel
“Niklaus…” she breathes my name as her legs start to tremble, letting me know that she’s close. I flick my tongue faster, digging my fingers into the soft skin of her thighs and when she comes… Gods, I can die happy knowing she comes with my name on her lips. I let her ride out her orgasm before se
Verena “Stop arguing with me! This is the safest place right now—” “A werewolf in a vampire’s den is absolutely NOT the safest fucking place, Verena,” Niklaus growls, his cool blue eyes now looking stormy gray with anger. “I’m stronger when I’m closer to my pack; I can’t stay here.” We’ve been ar
Niklaus leans forward, his hands on Axton’s desk. “My cell was suddenly left open, no guards in sight, and the manacles—specifically designed to suppress my strength—were gone. Someone healed me, too, but it wasn’t just to save me. They wanted me functional for something.” “It felt like a setup fro
Niklaus We’re driving to my pack house and honestly, I am fucking nervous. Next to me, Verena sits quietly, her eyes occasionally flitting over to study my expression. I’ve told her nothing about the pack over the time we’ve known each other, and now, as we’re about to cross the threshold into my w
Her words sting more than I want to admit. “She brings strength, intelligence, and a perspective we need. She’s proven herself, time and again.” “Proven herself?” My mother scoffs, folding her arms. “By doing what, exactly? She comes from a line of failed Blood Magic Covens, Niklaus. There are wome
Verena As Kristina busily chatters about the latest pack gossip, the kitchen door swings open and Niklaus’ mother steps in. The atmosphere shifts immediately; even Kristina senses the change, her words trailing off as she excuses herself, leaving me alone with the matriarch of the pack. The silenc
I growl in frustration, and he chuckles, continuing with his tongue flicking over my oversensitive clit. Ever since we got to his pack house, this is all he’s wanted to do; eat me out, day and night, while not allowing me to touch him at all. He says he can wait until our Claiming Ceremony, but he
“I love you so fucking much,” he breathes against my lips, his forehead resting against mine. His voice is a husky whisper, carrying the weight of his emotions. “Thank you for everything — for our son, for this life, for a future that looks brighter every damn day because of you. You’ve given me a f
VerenaI sit quietly in the softly lit room; the air filled with the subtle scent of lavender and sage. Nastassja moves around with an air of focus, setting up the final components for the soul extraction and replacement ritual. My mind drifts to Niklaus and Arsenio, sleeping peacefully under his f
“In all lives that may come, and in all universes that may exist, you will always be my son, my light, and my hope. You have King blood in you and you are destined for greatness. By my will, and by your forefathers' blessings, so will it be.”After reciting the vow, I lean down and gently kiss Veren
“A son…” he whispers, then he murmurs something in Greek, I’m assuming—a prayer or a promise, perhaps both—before leaning over to kiss my forehead.“Thank you, Verena,” he chokes out, his voice breaking. “Thank you for giving me a son, a blessing.”His gratitude, so heartfelt, so raw, eases the last
VerenaThe pain is indescribable, a relentless, consuming force that grips my entire body. I’m clutching the sheets, my knuckles white, screaming as another contraction hits. Niklaus is beside me, his face etched with concern, his hands attempting to comfort me, but right now, I’m not having any of
I nod, understanding her struggle. “That’s completely valid, and I get it. Kris disappeared when you needed her. It’s not something you can just forget.”She sighs, looking down at her hands before meeting my eyes again. “I know. And I’m glad she’s doing good now, really. But you’re right, it feels
NiklausI’m perched at my desk, staring blankly at the papers strewn across it, but my mind is miles away, focused on the ticking clock and the phone beside it. The quiet of the office amplifies the occasional rustle of leaves outside, a cruel reminder of the waiting game I’m now playing. Three mon
“I didn’t teach you any dark magic because I was terrified of the implications it would have. You have Peter’s blood; my blood, and with that comes an addiction to dark magic,” she admits. “You’ve felt it, haven’t you? The pull? The lure to take things a step further? I know how it feels, darling, a
VerenaThe sun is warm on my back as I move among the tables laid out on the pack lands, the laughter of children bubbling around me like a cheerful stream. I’m arranging the final touches for the picnic we’ve promised them, smoothing a tablecloth here, straightening a plate there. The ladies of the