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
RhiannonSaying goodbye to Rhys feels like leaving a piece of my heart behind. The month with him has been nothing short of magical, filled with lessons that went beyond the mere medicinal. Under his guidance, I discovered a healing touch I never knew I possessed, a gift from the goddess herself! It’s a moment of pride and sadness as we part ways, his final words of encouragement lingering in my ears.“Use your gift wisely, Rhi. You’re meant for great things,” he says, his bright blue eyes filled with brotherly love and a hint of something else—pride, maybe.I hug him tight, promising to visit again soon. “I’ll miss you. And thanks for everything, really. You’ve no idea how much this means to me.”As I board the jet to Micah’s kingdom, the excitement bubbles inside me. It’s been years since I’ve seen him, and I can’t wait to dive into the world of technology and innovation he reigns over. Flopping down on the seat, I let out a sigh, a mix of exhaustion and anticipation for what’s to
IvarI pinch the bridge of my nose, the incessant banging echoing through the halls like a drumbeat of defiance. She’s been at it for what feels like hours now, and as much as I admire her spirit, it’s starting to grate on my last nerve. As I step into the room, just in time to catch her mid-swing with the cup she was given at dinner, I can’t help but let out a half-amused, half-exasperated chuckle. “Are you quite done making all that noise?” I ask, leaning against the door frame, arms crossed.She whirls around, the fire in her eyes blazing even brighter at the sight of me. “If you’re going to treat me like a caged bird, I might as well sing like one,” she retorts, and I can’t help the smirk that tugs at my lips.This one’s got spirit, no denying that, and for a moment, I’m amused. It’s been a long time since anyone dared to speak to me with such defiance.I push off from the door frame and walk towards her, noting the way her eyes flicker with fear. But she doesn’t shrink back; in
RhiannonAs I sit on the cold floor of my cage, a storm brews within me. My captors, though undeniably attractive, have become the focus of my simmering hatred. They’ve given me a cage with comforts—a soft bed, food, water, even a working toilet—but here I am, sitting in my own filth, seething with anger and plotting my next move.The door swings open, and the leader, Soren, strides in, his presence alone enough to make the air feel heavier. I scramble to my feet, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing me in any position that might suggest weakness.My thoughts are interrupted as Soren strides in, the embodiment of dark, intimidating allure. His presence alone commands attention, but it’s his news that freezes me in place.“There are dragons,” he starts, his voice as smooth and dangerous as a blade sliding from its sheath, “hovering above your brothers’ kingdoms. Waiting for my signal.”I blink, confusion momentarily pushing aside my anger. “Dragons? What does that have to