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
CAMILLA'S POVI had been holed up in my office for hours, the walls closing in on me. The air was thick, heavy with the weight of too many thoughts. As the evening sun began to dip low, I couldn't bear the stillness any longer. I stood up, stretching my stiff limbs, and decided to step outside, hoping the cool evening air would clear my mind.The garden was peaceful, bathed in the soft glow of twilight. But I hadn’t expected to find Ryker there. He was sitting in front of the fountain, staring into the water as if lost in his own world. The moment he saw me, he looked up, his face lighting up with a smile that made my heart ache. Without a word, he gestured for me to come closer. As soon as I reached him, he pulled me into the space beside him, tucking me under his arm."We shouldn’t be out here," I whispered, glancing around. The thought of someone seeing us made me uneasy, but Ryker just shrugged, his calm demeanor unshaken."We have a direct path to the woods," he said casually, "T
CAMILLA'S P.O.VThe moment I heard the crackling of leaves beneath footsteps, I instinctively raised my hand, signaling the guards to halt. "No, don't move," I murmured, my voice barely a whisper. "He's not a threat to me."One of the guards hesitated, but I saw the doubt in his eyes. Alastair smirked, his voice cold yet laced with a dangerous humor. "Oh, but I can still bite them. You know, just because you trust me doesn’t mean I’m incapable of causing harm." He flicked his hand toward the guards. "At least, that’s how I see it. The moment you falter, when your blood starts to drain more than you can handle... that’s when it gets interesting."My stomach churned at the thought, but I steadied myself and met his gaze. "What do you want, Alastair?"His smile softened, an eerie calm taking over his features. "From you? Nothing, really. I’m just... curious.""Curious about what?"He cocked his head slightly, as though the question was obvious. "Why them? Why you? I’ve heard the stories,
RYKER’S P.O.V.Camilla had just finished getting ready, and we were preparing to take Audrey to her new school. My thoughts were swirling, mostly about the safety of my daughter in this unknown environment. The school was simple in appearance—two stories, with a tall wall surrounding it that I knew would be difficult to scale. Guards were stationed at every entrance, and for the first time in a long while, I felt a slight easing of the worry that had been gnawing at me. Audrey had taken my hand, her small fingers gripping mine tightly, and when I looked down at her, I gave her a reassuring smile. She looked up at me, her lips curving into a tiny but sweet smile of her own.The headmistress stood waiting in front of the school, a woman in her mid-forties with a warm, welcoming smile. Her hair was neatly tied in a bun at the nape of her neck, and she wore a long pleated skirt with a white blouse, exuding an aura of calm and kindness. She looked like the kind of person I could trust arou
CAMILLA’S P.O.V.The moment Ryker burst into my office, I could feel the change in the air—his usual calm demeanor was gone. He looked pale, his eyes wide with an unsettling mix of fear and urgency. I jumped to my feet, my heart racing with concern as I saw him lock the door behind him, ensuring some privacy between us.“What’s wrong?” I asked, my voice soft but urgent, knowing something serious had happened. His expression alone was enough to tell me he was rattled—utterly shaken, yet trying to keep it together for my sake.He took a deep breath, visibly struggling to steady himself. “I need your help. And you know I wouldn’t ask unless it was truly important—especially not after everything you’ve already gone through."I could sense his distress, and it immediately deepened my worry. Whatever this was, it was bad. “Whatever it is, you don’t need to explain. I’ll help however I can.”Without a word, he handed me a letter. I barely took it from him before tearing it open. As I read, t
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
CAMILLA’S P.O.VFor a moment, the words didn’t make sense. My mind rejected them, my body frozen in place. I blinked rapidly, struggling to catch up. Had I really just heard that?Ryker, always quicker to react, snapped into action. His voice rose above the chaos, sharp and commanding, but I couldn’t make out his words. All I heard was the ringing in my ears—loud, deafening. I wanted to claw at my head, anything to make it stop."Camilla," Ryker’s voice cut through the noise, rough but insistent. He was right in front of me, forcing me to meet his gaze. His eyes burned with urgency, but underneath, I saw something else—something wild, barely restrained. He was teetering on the edge of losing control."I need you to go inside. Stay with your guards. Can you do that?"I barely processed what he was saying. "He has the girls… and Christine." The words felt foreign on my tongue, like they didn’t belong in my reality. But they did.Ryker nodded once, his jaw tight, his muscles flexing unde
**CAMILLA'S POV**The silence in the castle was deafening. It wasn’t just an absence of noise—it was the absence of them. My daughters. Christine. The people who made this place feel like more than just walls and stone. Without them, it felt... empty. I had known this would happen. I had agreed to it. And yet, the weight of their absence pressed against my chest, making every breath feel heavier than the last.I ran my fingers along the smooth wood of my desk, the grain a small grounding force in the midst of my turmoil. I wanted to believe that they were safe, that they had made it to their destination without issue. But the truth was, we wouldn’t know until word came. And until then, all we could do was wait.Waiting, however, wasn’t something I did well.Ryker and I had thrown ourselves into work the moment they left, trying to devise a plan to finally end this nightmare. The vampires had to be removed from the equation. Alastair had to be drawn out and neutralized. We had the tool