The bathhouse was filled with the scent of damp stone and fresh herbs, the warm water swirling gently as steam curled into the air.
Lanterns cast a soft, flickering glow against the carved stone walls, their light reflecting off the rippling surface of the pool.It was a quiet, secluded space—hidden from the rest of the clan, a sanctuary where the weight of leadership could slip away, if only for a little while.Ohas lay partially submerged in the water, his golden-hazel eyes half-lidded, his expression unreadable.The heated bath should have relaxed him, but instead, he remained still, his mind distant. The depth of his thoughts made him seem almost unreachable, lost somewhere Hayden couldn't quite follow.Soft footsteps echoed across the marble floor, breaking the quiet."Puppy," Hayden called, his voice smooth and familiar.Ohas' eyes flickered open, and for the first time in hours, his lips curled into a faint smiThe evening in Kal'Raksha was peaceful, the air carrying the scent of damp earth and fresh herbs as Hayden knelt in his growing garden.The two visible moons cast a soft glow over the land, painting everything in a pale, silver-blue hue.Ohas lounged nearby, watching lazily, his long tail curled loosely around himself as Hayden worked, grinding herbs with practiced hands. He had been experimenting with a stronger concoction, something more potent for Ohas’ persistent cough. He’d gotten the hang of traditional medicine, refining it to the point where it rivaled even the best healers of the Kaur Clan.Hayden wiped his forehead, glancing over at his mate. "This one should work better," he murmured, holding up the mixture. "Honestly, at this point, you shouldn’t even need the pendant anymore—especially since you’re not feeding on blood."He expected relief, maybe even a rare, quiet smile from Ohas. Instead, his mate’s haz
Ohas stiffened slightly before resting his chin on Hayden’s stomach, looking up at him with those sharp eyes."Back when we traveled to the glaciers…" he started slowly, gauging Hayden’s reaction. "The plan was to find it then."Hayden stilled. His brows furrowed. "Wait—what?"Ohas let out an awkward chuckle, rubbing the back of his head. "I never told you, but that was the real reason we went. I wanted to find the pendant before it was too late."Hayden narrowed his eyes. "And?"Ohas’ expression turned sheepish. "And… I was in rut. A bad one. I could barely focus, and then, well, you looked too tempting, and we had to turn back because I wanted to make sure you were safe in your nest."Hayden knew exactly what he meant by that. The smaller male sighed in frustration, resisting the urge to strangle him. "So, you’re telling me we could’ve had this issue handled months ago, but your dick got in the way?"
The moon hung high in the sky, casting pale silver light through the wooden slats of the hut. Inside, the warmth of bodies tangled together on the large fur-covered bed filled the space with soft breathing, the occasional rustle of tails shifting in sleep, and the faint scent of milk from the newborns.Ashwin sat by the open window, chin resting on his hand as his other arm draped lazily over his knees. The cool night air kissed his skin, contrasting the heat of the room. He stared out at the dense trees surrounding their home, at the way the wind moved through the leaves like whispered secrets.He was tired, but sleep wouldn’t come.Why?Why in the world would Hayden want to get the pendant for Ohas after everything Ohas had put them through?His fingers clenched against the windowsill, nails digging into the wood.Ohas, the monster who had slaughtered people in Mount Haven like they were nothing but insects.
The hut was warm, filled with the gentle hum of afternoon life. Sunlight streamed through the open windows, casting golden patches across the wooden floor where Freya sat in a large wooden chair, her presence both regal and weathered.The years had softened her once-imposing features, though her sharp eyes still carried remnants of her past sins.Ishaan hadn’t fully forgiven her—not yet—but the rawness of his anger had faded into something quieter, something worn down by time. Ashwin knew his mate well enough to see that, even if Ishaan wouldn't outright say it.Ashwin, exhausted beyond measure, lay sprawled on the fur-covered bed, his body still recovering from childbirth. He was napping, though one of the quadruplets was latched onto his nipple, suckling with slow, steady motions. The other three slept soundly beside him, tiny chests rising and falling in unison.On the floor, Kai and Koa, the ever-curious twins, sat cross-le
It was the early hours of the morning and the world outside was still, cloaked in darkness, but inside the hut, heat lingered between tangled limbs and sweat-slicked skin.Ashwin drifted in and out of sleep, his body heavy, languid. Every muscle ached from how Ishaan had taken him earlier—slow and deep, then rough and relentless. He should have known better than to believe that was the end of it.Somewhere in the haze of sleep, something pulled him back. A warmth spreading through him, an insistent pressure rocking him in place, pleasure blooming under his skin like fire catching dry leaves. His lashes fluttered, a soft, breathy sound slipping past his lips before he even understood what was happening.A low groan rumbled above him.Ashwin gasped, his body clenching as the steady push and drag inside him became unmistakable. His thighs were spread wide, bent high, his back arched slightly off the furs. His chest rose
The warm afternoon breeze carried the scent of damp earth and crushed herbs, a mixture of life and decay that Hayden had grown used to in the healer's grove. He stood beneath the canopy of an ancient banyan tree, its gnarled roots weaving into the soil like veins, steady and unyielding. A group of young naginis gathered around him, their smooth, iridescent scales catching the dappled sunlight as they listened with rapt attention.“This,” he held up a dried leaf between his fingers, its edges crisp and fragile, “can help with fever, but it must be boiled with a bit of—”The sharp crunch of footsteps over loose gravel made him pause. Then, a voice—breathless, panicked—split through the tranquil afternoon.“Nagi!” The servant’s voice cracked, raw with urgency. “The leader—he—” His chest heaved as he struggled for air. “The leader is dying!”For a second, everything around Hayden blurred. The murmuring students, the filtered golden
The glaciers stretched endlessly, a world of pristine white and solid ice, reflecting the cold glow of the sun.Water flowed between the jagged formations, its movement almost haunting in the silence. The wind carried a biting chill, curling around them like a whisper of ghosts long forgotten. But beyond this frozen wasteland, where the icy expanse met the faintest hint of green, the land pulsed with a different kind of life—a life hidden beneath the cold, waiting.Standing amidst the ice, Hayden trembled. His breaths came out in ragged pants, his fingers curled tightly around Ohas’ weakened body. The blood staining his clothes was still warm, seeping from wounds that refused to close. Ohas’ breathing was shallow, barely there, the cursed veins crawling further along his skin.Then—footsteps.A sound so small, yet deafening in the hush of the glaciers.Hayden didn’t need to look. He felt them before he saw th
The glaciers stood vast and unyielding, their icy peaks stretching high into the heavens, glistening under the pale light. Beneath them, crystalline waters flowed, cold and pure, untouched by time. The air was crisp, biting against the skin, and the silence was heavy—almost sacred. Yet, hidden beneath the frosted surface of serenity, tension crackled like lightning in a storm, waiting to unravel.And then, it did.Hayden's scream shattered through the frozen expanse, a wretched sound that broke through the heavy silence with such force that the ground itself seemed to tremble. The jagged walls of solid ice groaned, splintering under the weight of his anguish before they cracked apart in violent succession. Chunks of ice fell like shards of broken glass, cascading around them in a deadly downpour.Ishaan moved first.Without hesitation, he lunged, grabbing Hayden by the waist just as another mass of ice crash
The clinic was silent, but the tension inside those dimly lit rooms was anything but.Ashwin barely had time to catch his breath before Ishaan’s hand tightened around his throat again, just enough to remind him—this wasn’t a game he was going to win. Ishaan’s grip was firm, possessive, his other arm still wrapped around Ashwin’s waist, keeping him exactly where he wanted.“You like that, little snake?” Ishaan rasped against the shell of his ear, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction.Ashwin trembled, his fingers curling around the cool sheets of the hospital bed, desperate for something to hold onto. His body was caught between the unrelenting heat of Ishaan behind him and the cold air brushing over his skin, an unbearable contrast that made him shudder.Ishaan’s hand drifted lower, skimming over Ashwin’s stomach before gripping his hip hard enough to leave fingerprints. “You’re shaking,” he murmured, amusement laced in his voice. “I haven’t even started yet.”Ashwin bit his lip,
The clinic had long since settled into a comfortable hush. The fluorescent lights hummed faintly, casting sterile glows on linoleum floors. The rhythmic beeping of heart monitors, the occasional rustle of papers at the nurses’ station, and the distant murmur of a late-night television in the waiting room were the only reminders that life continued beyond these walls.But inside Room 17, the world had narrowed to the two of them.Hayden stood at the edge of the hospital bed, arms crossed over his chest, his white coat unbuttoned and slightly rumpled from the long shift. His dark eyes were sharp, calculating, yet threaded with something dangerously close to amusement.“You’re not dying,” he stated, voice flat.Ohas, lounging against the pillows, tousled curls framing his face in careless disarray, pouted like a petulant prince. His golden-honey eyes gleamed under the dim lighting, half-lidded in mock distress.“But I could be,” he countered, pressing a hand over his chest with theatric
The clinic smelled like antiseptic, faint traces of lavender from the recently cleaned floors mixing with the sterile scent of medicine. It was a familiar scent, one Hayden barely noticed anymore.The night shift was slower than usual, leaving the halls eerily quiet, the fluorescent lights casting cold, clinical glows along the polished floors.Outside, the city hummed with life, but inside, time felt still, the silence broken only by the occasional beeping of a heart monitor or the hushed voices of nurses making their rounds.Hayden moved through the hallways at a steady, unhurried pace, clipboard in hand, while Ashwin trailed behind him, scribbling down notes with the practiced ease of someone used to his older brother’s rhythm.“You’re slowing me down,” Hayden teased, glancing over his shoulder.Ashwin shot him a flat look. “I’m writing everything down so you don’t forget.”Hayden smirked. “That’s what nurses are for, huh?”Ashwin rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. They both knew Ha
Amira's entire body locked up. She could handle a scolding. She could handle Ishaan's wrath. But Dhruv? Her father would lock her up. Her heart pounded as Ishaan pressed further, his voice a dangerous hiss. "You know what he'll do, don’t you?" he hissed. "You won’t see the outside again without his permission. He’ll make sure you never slither a single inch past the borders unless he allows it." Amira's throat went dry. Ishaan wasn't bluffing. She knew her father’s overprotectiveness was nothing short of suffocating. If he found out she'd been sneaking around with Imara—if he even suspected she was involved in something reckless—he would lock her up. Panic surged through her. "Uncle, please," Amira whispered, gripping her arms. "I swear it wasn’t like that. I just... I was just making sure Imara was okay." Ishaan exhaled sharply through his nose, nostrils flaring. "You are just as reckless as she is," he snapped. "If you value your freedom, Amira, you will stay out
Shadows stretched long and deep as he and his brothers, Rakesh and Arora, stepped past the towering stone archway marking their home.The courtyard was alive with movement—eight younger siblings darting around, their laughter bouncing off the walls like echoes of a time when the triplets had been just as carefree.The youngest two had somehow clambered onto their father’s thick, coiled tail, giggling as Ohas lazily let them swing back and forth. Their mother, Hayden, sat nearby, sharp eyes flickering over them, his gaze like a predator’s waiting for the right moment to strike.Irvin had barely taken three steps before Hayden’s head snapped toward him, his pupils narrowing.“Irvin.”That was it. Just his name. And yet, it sent an entire chill down his spine.Rakesh and Arora immediately took a single step back, clearly knowing what was coming. Hayden lifted a finger, curling it in a slow, beckoning motion. “Com
The moons hung high in the sky, casting mixed hues over the dense jungle, the scent of damp earth and blooming nightflowers thick in the air. A soft breeze rustled the leaves as Imara slithered through the shadows, her long, pale hair shimmering like silk against the deep green of the foliage.She knew he was near before she even saw him.A strong arm shot out from the darkness, wrapping around her waist and pulling her against a warm, solid chest. Imara gasped, her hands instinctively pressing against the hard muscle beneath her palms.“You’re late,” Irvin murmured, his voice rich and low, vibrating through her.She huffed, tilting her head up to meet his gaze, the moonlight catching the sharp planes of his face, his dark eyes glinting with mischief. His hair, usually tied back, was loose in places, strands framing his angular jaw.“I had to be careful,” she whispered, though her pulse quickened from more than just the secrecy
Five years later...The sun hung low over the courtyard, casting golden light over the lush garden. The once-pristine flower beds were now in ruins, trampled by three mischievous little troublemakers who slithered around, their dark, mamba-like tails blending into the foliage.Their giggles filled the air as they played, completely unbothered by the destruction they left in their wake—until a sharp voice rang out."Get out of my garden!"The triplets froze, exchanging wide-eyed glances.“Uh-oh. Papa is angry,” one of them whispered.Without hesitation, all three turned and bolted, their little tails dragging leaves and dirt behind them as they raced toward the house.A moment later, Hayden slithered out, his movements fluid and graceful despite his irritation. His hair was pulled into a loose man bun, but a few strands framed his sharp features, sticking slightly to his forehead from the heat of the e
Ohas' golden-hazel eyes shone with an intensity that had never been there before. It was almost a year later and the sickness that had once drained him of his strength, his will, his very life, had vanished. His skin was warm again, no longer cold and brittle, no longer laced with the veins of the curse that had once gripped him. He was whole. He was alive.And right now, he was watching Hayden move above him, his gaze locked onto the way his mate's sweat-slicked body trembled with every bounce.The sight was mesmerizing—Hayden, flushed and radiant, his long hair clinging to his back and chest in damp waves, eyes hooded and lips parted as he panted. Every movement sent a rush of pleasure between them, a slow, teasing drag of heat that had Ohas gripping Hayden’s hips with reverence.He was healing well, but Hayden still insisted he drink the disgusting bitter concoctions he had prepared. Ohas had refused—until his cunning mate
A deep, gasping breath tore through Ohas’ lungs as he jolted awake. His body trembled violently, his tail—once blackened and rotten with the curse—striking against the frozen ground. But something was wrong.The pain that had been his constant companion for years was… gone.His mind reeled, trying to grasp the agony that had shaped him, the sickness that had made his every moment unbearable. But there was nothing. No burning under his skin, no black veins creeping through his flesh, no suffocating weight pressing on his chest. Instead, there was only exhaustion, a hollowness that left him gasping for air.His vision swam as he tried to adjust to the blinding reflection of the glaciers. Ice walls towered around him, jagged and pristine, no longer a prison but a reminder of what had just happened. He blinked rapidly, his pulse hammering—Hayden.His body reacted before his mind could fully register the sight. H