CAMILLA'S POVPanic seized my body the moment I dashed out of the palace, my heart hammering so violently I thought it might burst from my chest. My vision blurred, and a sharp ringing filled my ears. The world felt distant—warped, as if I had stepped into some cruel nightmare I couldn’t wake from. I didn’t even realize I was running until the scent of blood hit me like a crashing wave, flooding my senses and tightening my throat.I barely registered the garden as I stumbled forward, my eyes scanning wildly until they landed on the old tree Christine had mentioned. A guard stood there, his arms wrapped protectively around a wailing Aurora, but my gaze barely flickered over them. It was Audrey I saw—Audrey, lifeless on the ground, her small form drenched in blood. My blood ran cold.A scream shattered the air, raw and piercing, and it took a moment to realize it was my own. Ryker’s hands gripped my shoulders, but I barely felt them. I wrenched myself free and stumbled toward my daughte
CAMILLA’S P.O.VThe silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating, wrapping around the room like an unseen force. Though it felt like mere moments, we had been standing there for half an hour. By the time we finally stepped out, a semblance of calm had settled over me, though the weight of everything still pressed heavily on my chest. Ryker and I made our way back to his office, where my eyes immediately landed on the books I had borrowed from the library. They sat neatly stacked on his desk, their spines aligned with almost obsessive precision. My fingers instinctively brushed over the covers, my mind already drifting.“Did you read them all?” I asked softly, tracing the edges of the pages. He nodded without hesitation.“I had to keep myself occupied,” he admitted, his voice carrying an undertone of exhaustion. “You were unconscious, and I felt useless just sitting there. So, I read them to you sometimes. A part of me hoped that maybe, somehow, you could hear me.”Something in
CAMILLA’S P.O.V.The room was eerily quiet, the only sound being the slow, almost imperceptible rise and fall of the girl’s chest. I couldn’t bring myself to leave her. Every fiber of my being told me to stay, to make sure she wasn’t alone, because no one deserved to slip away into death without someone by their side. We didn’t even know her name, where she had come from, or if she had a family searching for her. The thought made my stomach twist.Ryker had left hours ago, heading to the outskirts where she had been found, trying to uncover anything that could tell us what had happened to her. I must have drifted off at some point because the next thing I knew, a warm hand pressed gently against my back.“Camilla,” Ryker’s voice was soft, laced with concern. “Come on, you need to rest.”I shook my head, my eyes still on the girl. “She deserves my attention. She is the first woman he has bitten, Ryker. If she dies, that is on me. I can’t just walk away from that.”His fingers curled ar
RYKER'S POVThe girl was awake.She sat upright on the bed, a half-eaten bowl of oats in her hands. Her face, once pale and lifeless, now carried a hint of color, a stark contrast to the frail state she had been in when they first brought her in. The moment we entered, she stiffened, her grip on the bowl tightening slightly before she hastily placed it on the bedside table. The physician, standing beside her, turned toward us, his eyes bright with excitement."It worked," he breathed, more to himself than to anyone in particular. "I can't believe it worked. Your Majesty, your blood—it's beyond anything I could have ever imagined. If it has the power to reverse the effects of a vampire's bite, then—"“Enough.” My voice was low but firm, cutting through his awe. “The walls have ears, physician. Keep your enthusiasm in check.”He bowed quickly, but his elation was evident, practically making him vibrate where he stood. “Of course, Your Majesty. But this—this is a discovery of a lifetime.
CAMILLA’S POVIf anyone had told me Ryker would be the one to take in a complete stranger, I would have laughed. Yet, here we were. Given the circumstances, I couldn’t blame him. She had nowhere to go, and with Alastair lurking in the shadows, her life was in danger. He wasn’t the type to accept defeat. He wanted her, and he wouldn’t stop until he got what he wanted.The carriage ride was silent except for the rhythmic clatter of hooves against the dirt road. I sat across from her, studying her expression. Her eyes, hollow and distant, held the weight of everything she had lost. The fire had consumed everything she owned, and now she was forced to abandon the only life she had ever known. How could anyone endure such heartbreak? I tried initiating small talk a few times, but she only responded with nods and half-hearted murmurs. Eventually, I gave up, letting her sit with her thoughts.When we arrived at the palace, she hesitated before stepping out of the carriage, her gaze darting b
CAMILLA’S P.O.V.I couldn’t believe what I was reading. The words seemed almost unreal, and I had to go over them several times to make sure I wasn’t seeing things. It was only a few lines, but they shifted everything—the direction of our entire investigation, our plans, even the safety of those around us. The note said: I met Alastair in the woods today. I was almost caught. We have to be more careful next time. If anyone finds out what we are doing, it could cost us our lives.Alastair. My father knew him. Not just knew him—he was involved with him, doing something secret. I didn’t even know how to process it. My heart sank, and my mind raced. Of course, it all came back to my father. All the secrets, all the mistakes, they were his. And now, I was left to untangle it all, left to deal with the consequences of his actions. In that moment, I couldn’t stop the bitter thought: If only he were still alive. If only he were here to clean up his mess.“I can’t believe this,” Ryker muttered
CAMILLA’S P.O.VThe knock at the door disrupted the quiet of our room. Ryker got up to answer it, and I watched as he exchanged a few words with someone outside. When he returned, his expression was neutral, though I could tell something was off.“What’s going on?” I asked, still feeling a bit groggy.“It was Alara,” he said, a slight shrug of his shoulders. “She was lost, wand wandered too far from the main halls. I told her to ask a guard for directions.”I blinked, trying to shake the remnants of sleep from my mind. "Where are you going?" he asked, his eyes searching mine for any hint of what I might be planning.I didn’t hesitate. “Training,” I replied, knowing the routine well. “I might as well get it over with.”His hesitation was palpable, but he said nothing, allowing me to pass him and head toward the training grounds. Loris was already seated when I arrived, tapping his foot impatiently, his eyes narrowing when he saw me.“Well, well, your Majesty,” he said with a dry chuckl
CAMILLA'S POVI was still reeling from everything I had just learned about Alastair. I had always known he was ancient, but hearing he was the first vampire shook me to my core. How much of his story had my mother known? Was that why she had shared his past with me? There was a part of me that almost felt sorry for him, though. He had lived for centuries without the woman he loved, only to be torn from her forever. The loneliness, the loss—it must have built up so much anger, so much grief. My father’s betrayal had only made things worse. I couldn’t condone Alastair’s actions, but I understood the pain that fueled them.I glanced over at Ryker, unsure of what to do next. His voice broke through my thoughts. “So, how do we move forward?”I blinked, still a little lost in my thoughts. His question was simple, but it felt like there was so much weight on it. “We need to find the night lock,” I said, my voice quieter than I intended. I saw him nod, urging me to continue. “Then we need to
**RYKER’S P.O.V**"That’s bullsh*t."The words left my mouth before I even registered saying them. A heavy silence fell over the room, and all eyes turned to me. My pulse thundered in my ears as I shook my head in disbelief."There is no way she’s pregnant. I didn’t even f*ck her," I stated firmly, my voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "The physician should check to be sure."Caius, ever the voice of logic, sighed. "It’s too soon, Your Majesty. It has only been a week. We need at least a month before we can confirm her claim.""A month?" Camilla’s voice was sharp with outrage, her emerald eyes blazing with fury. "I don’t want that woman in this palace for another day, and you expect me to keep her here for a whole damn month? That’s absurd!""I understand your frustration, Your Majesty," Caius responded, his tone measured, "but we are past personal wants and needs. If she takes this information beyond these walls, she could dismantle the monarchy from the ground up. We ne
CAMILLA’S POVA week had passed, and the whispers had only grown louder.No one had confronted us directly—no accusations hurled in public, no outright defiance—but the rumors spread like wildfire, twisting and warping into something grotesque. The truth had long since been buried beneath layers of speculation, and now, it seemed, people preferred fiction over fact.Some of the stories were so absurd, so far removed from reality, that I couldn’t decide whether to laugh or rage. One version claimed I had caught Ryker in bed with Alara, his body still tangled with hers, and that I had nearly beaten her to death in a fit of madness. It was ridiculous. If I had ever found him like that, I wouldn’t have wasted my energy on her—he would have been the one I killed.But none of that mattered.What mattered was that I just wanted people to shut up.The weight of their stares, the hushed conversations that ceased whenever I entered a room—it was suffocating. I was exhausted from pretending it d
CAMILLA’S POVI barely remembered the walk to the council chamber. My mind was a storm, chaotic and relentless, drowning out everything around me. The hushed whispers in the corridors, the wary glances from passing servants—they all faded into nothing as I focused on the weight of what was ahead.As I approached the large double doors, I spotted Ryker pacing outside. His normally strong, confident stance was absent. Instead, he looked restless, like a man trying to piece together fragments of a nightmare he couldn’t remember.The moment his eyes met mine, I saw a flicker of relief. Without hesitation, he reached for my hand, gripping it tightly as if I were the only thing keeping him grounded."We can handle them," I murmured, squeezing back.Ryker had always been my rock, the unshakable presence in my life. But right now, standing in front of me was a different version of him—one filled with uncertainty, frustration, and exhaustion. It unsettled me in ways I couldn’t explain.He exha
CAMILLA’S P.O.VThe first thing I noticed when I woke up was the emptiness beside me. The warmth that usually lingered on Ryker’s side of the bed had faded, leaving only cool sheets in its place. My fingers instinctively reached out, searching for him, but there was nothing. Just silence.I sighed, rolling onto my back and staring at the ceiling. He must have gone to see Riley. I had seen the way she looked at him last night—like she was standing on the edge of a cliff, waiting for him to pull her back. Whatever she was going through, I knew he wouldn’t leave her to face it alone.So I didn’t question it. I didn’t worry.Not until the sun dipped below the horizon and he still hadn’t come back.At first, I told myself he was just caught up in something. He was the prince now, after all, and responsibility had a way of consuming him. But as the hours passed, unease crept into my bones, making it impossible to sit still. I had spent years learning to trust him, and I did—but something ab
RYKER’S POVThere was something about Camilla that never failed to captivate me. Maybe it was the way she carried herself with quiet strength, or maybe it was because I was utterly, irrevocably in love with her. She was my greatest weakness, my greatest solace. Lying here with her curled against me, her soft breaths warming my chest, I felt something I rarely allowed myself to indulge in—peace.My fingers traced slow, idle patterns along her bare shoulder, and she stirred slightly, mumbling something incoherent before settling back into sleep. I should have been sleeping, too—goddess knew I needed the rest—but I couldn’t bring myself to close my eyes. Not yet. Not when I had this moment.My father used to say that a man was defined by what he did in times of war. But I had learned otherwise. A man was defined by how he lived in the quiet moments, by the way he loved, the way he protected what was his. I wasn’t naive enough to believe I was a good man, but I knew that I loved fiercely,
CAMILLA’S POVDamien left without much ceremony. No grand farewells, no gathering of well-wishers. Just Ryker and me standing at the gates, watching as he disappeared into the forest beyond. For a brief moment, I thought I saw something flicker across his face—disappointment, maybe. But really, what did he expect? After everything that had happened, people weren’t exactly lining up to send him off with warm embraces. He made his choice, and now he had to live with it.Once he was gone, I did my best to find some normalcy, though it was a futile effort. I tried coaxing Riley and Christine into joining me for a quiet afternoon in the private library, a simple escape from the weight of reality. Just a few hours with the girls, some tea, maybe a book or two. Something to ease the tension that had taken root in this palace like an invasive weed. But both of them declined, choosing instead to lock themselves away.I understood.I wanted to help them, to say something—anything—that would mak
RYKER’S P.O.VDamien had always been a part of my life. From childhood to now, his presence was as constant as the air I breathed. We were opposites in nearly every way—his reckless impulsivity clashing with my calculated caution. And while his actions had irritated me before, nothing compared to the sheer rage burning inside me now.I clenched my fists, forcing myself to stay seated. If I let my anger take control, I’d drag him out of this room by his collar and beat some sense into him.The private living room was suffocating with tension. No one dared to speak. Riley sat stiffly on one side, as far away from Damien as possible—a stark contrast to her usual behavior. She had spent years orbiting him, desperate for his attention. But today, there was no lingering glance, no attempt to close the space between them. Instead, her hands were clasped tightly in her lap, her knuckles white from the pressure. Christine, on the opposite end of the room, sat perfectly still, her expression un
No force on earth could have pulled Damien away from Christine—not even us. And trust me, we tried. His grip on her was unrelenting, his focus unwavering, as if letting go would make her disappear. Even when we attempted to check on her, to make sure she was truly unharmed, he wouldn't budge. Christine kept insisting she was fine, brushing off our concerns, but I knew better. I wanted a professional to look her over just to be sure, but Damien wasn’t letting anyone near her.She rode back to the palace with him, their connection unbreakable, while Ryker and I handled the girls. They were wide awake but eerily quiet, their silence heavier than any words they could have spoken. I could only imagine what was running through their little minds.By the time we arrived at the palace, the first light of dawn stretched across the sky, painting everything in soft hues of pink and gold. But nothing about this moment felt beautiful. My heart clenched the second I saw who was waiting for us.Rile
**CAMILLA'S POV**The enemy had finally realized this wouldn’t be as easy as they thought. But recognition didn’t equate to retreat. Instead, they charged again—this time, directly at Ryker. We had anticipated that. The moment they lunged, our guards burst from the shadows of the forest, massive wolves in their battle forms. Snarls and the sound of snapping jaws filled the air.That distraction was all we needed. Without hesitation, we darted between the chaos, diving straight into the river. The cold water swallowed us, and I could hear Damien’s strokes close behind as we swam for the hidden cave entrance beneath the falls.Breaking through the other side, I hauled myself onto the rocky edge and gasped for air, scanning the cavern. It was eerily empty. I had expected a swarm of vampires, a whole army waiting in ambush. Instead, only three figures stood in the dim light—two nameless guards flanking Christine and Audrey, while Alastair loomed a few steps away.My breath caught at the s