ReynaVictory doesn’t always roar; sometimes, it sighs. As I stand in the ancient cavern, there’s a quiet hush that surrounds me, as if the very stones acknowledge the battles fought and won. The walls, etched with markings and glyphs from times long past, seem to shimmer softly, bathed in the celestial light that Elara emanates.According to her, the Goddess wants to bestow another spirit on me, amongst other things. But for the latter, I need to go to the realm where The Keeper dwells.“Close your eyes, Reyna,” she advises gently. “The Moon Goddess has another blessing for you.”Doing as she asks, I feel an indescribable shift within me—a transformation that occurs not in the space around me, but deep within the hidden recesses of my soul.When I open my eyes, I’m no longer in the cavern. I stand in a place that’s as timeless as it is beautiful. Before me is the Keeper, a figure swathed in enigma yet emanating an unmistakable air of wisdom.“The darkness has lifted,” he observes, an
Reyna I sprint through the island’s undergrowth, my heartbeat thudding in my ears, drowning out the sounds of nature around me. Rune and Malachi, both unspoken rocks in my life, match my pace effortlessly. We share a common destination, a voice that called us all through the mind link. [“I’m awake,”] We were on the private jet coming back home when we heard it; Cassian’s voice calling to us to let us know he’s okay, that he’s waiting for us. I couldn’t sit still afterward, I paced the floor and drove Cassian and Rune mad. We burst through the hospital wing doors, and there he is—Cassian. Sitting on a bed, battle-weary but whole. I suck in a breath when I see him; that smile on his face has me bursting into tears. His eyes meet mine, and for that moment, everything else fades away. There’s a pull, a magnetic force that draws me to him until I’m at his bedside, wrapping my arms around him in a hug that speaks more eloquently than any words ever could. He holds me close, his embrace
Reyna“That’s it, sweet girl, you know you can handle all three of us. Spread those legs nice and wide,” Malachi’s filthy words spurn me on as I’m laying on top of him with three cocks inside of me.I’m delirious with need; the scents of their arousal coupled with the pull of the full moon has us acting feral and giving into our base needs. We’ve been under the moonlight for over three hours; I’ve been twisted into different positions, with orgasms forced and drawn out of me, and yet I still want more.It’s only when the first rays of sunshine peeks through the top of the trees, that Cassian eventually carries me upstairs while Rune and Malachi, the obvious machines that they are, continue with their trysts. After a hot bath and a six hour long nap, I awake with a jolt and rush to the nursery. Finding my three precious sons playing in their playpen while their nanny is watching them, makes me feel extra guilty.While I was being twisted into a flesh pretzel, I had people here looking
The grand hall, decorated with banners and illuminated by numerous chandeliers, provides the perfect backdrop for Reyna to stand proudly to one side. Her heart is filled with nostalgia, pride, and an indescribable motherly love. Her eyes focus on her three sons—Rhys, Caelum, and Micah—standing near the elevated dais. They’re men now, Alpha Kings about to be crowned, but in her eyes, they’ll always be her little boys. Rhys, ever the sweet and thoughtful one, leans over to straighten Caelum’s collar. His movements are calm, reminiscent of Rune’s gentle grace. Caelum, practical and level-headed, checks the crowns on the ceremonial table one last time, ensuring everything is in place. He holds a steadiness that could only have come from Cassian. Then there’s Micah—the fiery spirit, the playful troublemaker. He catches her eye and winks. A spitting image of Malachi in both looks and temperament. “Mom, you’re going to turn into a puddle before the ceremony even starts,” teases Rhiannon
Rhiannon, the cherished daughter of Queen Reyna and her three Alpha King consorts, leads a sheltered life on a secluded island, dreaming of adventures beyond her reach. She wants to be more than just the sheltered princess, without her overbearing parents keeping her trapped in a golden cage. Her tranquil existence is shattered when she is kidnapped while on the way to visit her brothers, by three mysterious Rogue Dragon Kings, each bearing deep-seated vendettas against her fathers. These dragon shifters, scorned and powerful, seek vengeance for past wrongs, and Rhiannon becomes the pawn in their ruthless game of retribution. Rhiannon, far from the helpless captive, discovers a strength within that rivals even the fiercest of dragons. Her spirit, compassion, and understanding begin to erode the walls of vengeance that have long held sway over the hearts of the Dragon Kings, unveiling the pain and longing hidden beneath their fearsome exteriors. And it’s not long before the lines b
RhiannonHere I am again, perched on the edge of my favourite cliff, the one spot on this island that feels entirely mine. The sea stretches out before me, endless and free, mocking me with its vastness. It’s been nearly two years since my brothers left to rule their kingdoms, leaving me here, trapped in a golden cage. They’re out there, making names for themselves, while I... I’m just Rhiannon, the youngest and only daughter, the one everyone feels the need to protect.Mom’s overprotective, always fussing over me like I’m some delicate flower that might wilt at the slightest touch. And my fathers? Even worse. They won’t let me attend any balls without them hovering over me, their presence so overbearing it’s suffocating. Forget about going to gatherings with people my own age or attending an academy. They see danger lurking in every shadow, a potential threat behind every smile. It’s exhausting, really.I can’t help but envy the birds that soar above me, their wings cutting through
RhiannonAs I zip up my last bag, a jolt of excitement zaps through me. I’m actually doing this—leaving the island, visiting my brothers! And not just one, but all of them want me over. I’m going to be away for months! It’s like suddenly, the world’s opened up to me, and I can’t help but feel like I’m about to embark on the grandest adventure of my life.I drag my luggage downstairs, where the helpers are waiting to take it to the private jet. Yes, a private jet. Talk about travelling in style, right? I guess there are perks to being the daughter of Alpha Kings and a Queen.Downstairs, my fathers are waiting to say goodbye. Rune, with his gentle eyes and soft-spoken wisdom, pulls me into a hug that feels like a warm blanket. “Take care of yourself, my little moonbeam,” he murmurs, and I can hear the unspoken worries in his voice.“I will, Daddy. Promise,” I whisper back, squeezing him tight and trying not to cry. I wanted this, right? Why am I sad saying goodbye?! Pulling away, my
SorenAs I watch from the shadows with invisibility as my shield, the princess strides confidently into the castle, her brother, the new Alpha King, at her side. I’ve heard tales of her beauty, but to witness it firsthand is something else entirely. She’s not just beautiful; she’s flawless, with a strength in her step that speaks of her royal bloodline. She moves with an effortless grace, her laughter echoing softly as she embraces her brother. It’s almost a shame, really, that she’s become a pawn in our long-awaited game of revenge.I turn away, the sight leaving a bitter taste in my mouth, and reach out to Ivar and Gavriel through the mind link. /“She’s landed. And from the whispers I’ve caught, she’ll be staying a while before heading to Micah,”/ I transmit, my voice a steady thrum in our connected consciousness.There’s a pause, a beat of silence, before Ivar responds, his voice calm yet carrying an undercurrent of excitement. /“Then we must act swiftly. Once she sets foot in B