Lauren had been my shadow for nearly a week, her presence a constant thorn in my side. What began with icy glares and verbal slaps had escalated into a calculated campaign to chip away at whatever fragments of peace I had left.Her snide remarks about my weight were relentless. The sharp edges of her words cut deeper each time. I overheard her once instructing a maid to reduce my meal portions, declaring that I was "getting obese." That day, I skipped eating entirely, retreating to the safety of my room until Ryker returned in the evening. His concern forced me to choke down something under his watchful gaze, but the damage to my confidence was already done.Lauren was unrelenting in her quest to remind me that Ryker was hers as if I needed constant reinforcement. When I attempted to tell her that I didn’t even want him, she laughed, her voice dripping with condescension. "Everyone wants him," she said smugly, her words like venom in the air.Today, when Ryker was preparing to leave,
After considering my options, I realized there was no way around it—I had to finish the meal before me. The weight of my choices pressed on me as I forced myself to swallow each bite, my prayers lingering in the back of my mind. Though, what was the point of praying when they always seemed to explode in my face?The first time was when I desperately prayed that Lauren wouldn't come into my room earlier that day—only for her to burst in uninvited. And the second was when Ryker told me I’d be training with Lauren immediately. The irony stung like a sharp slap to my already bruised spirit.Ryker’s intentions might have been genuine, but I wish he wouldn’t bother. What was he trying to prove? Is that being kind to me could erase the cruelty I knew he was capable of? It wouldn’t. I’d seen enough to know better. His supposed kindness felt hollow, like a prelude to something worse. All I wanted was for him to reject me so I could leave, escape this nightmare of being tied to an Alpha who rul
The stairs seemed to stretch infinitely, mocking my attempts to climb them. Every movement was agony. Eve and another maid, whose name I couldn’t even register through the haze of pain, had to hoist me up. Their arms felt steady against my trembling frame, guiding me through a fog of exhaustion and soreness. When we finally reached the bathroom, Eve’s soft offer to bathe me made my skin prickle. It was kind, but unsettling. “I can manage,” I muttered, but my voice cracked under the strain.Left alone, I realized my mistake. Each motion was a monumental effort, my muscles screaming as I dragged myself out of the tub. The cool air prickled against my damp skin, and I cursed myself for not accepting Eve’s help. After what felt like an eternity, I settled on a black nightgown—simple, loose, and mercifully easy to slip into. The fabric was soft against my battered body as I stumbled to the bed, collapsing into its embrace. Darkness claimed me instantly.---When I surfaced from the depths
While we waited for Lucy, Ryker busied himself with tending to my injury. His movements were steady but firm, and the cold touch of the frozen peas he pressed against my swollen ankle sent sharp chills through my skin. He replaced the makeshift ice pack every few minutes with clockwork precision, ensuring the cold remained consistent. The numbing sensation it brought was a fleeting comfort, masking the sharp ache that pulsed with each heartbeat—or maybe my body was simply resigning itself to the pain.Lucy arrived nearly an hour later, her forehead glistening with sweat as she strode into the room. The pristine white of her doctor's coat contrasted sharply with the slight disarray of her appearance—stray wisps of hair escaping her ponytail, her glasses slipping down the bridge of her nose. It was clear she'd come straight from an urgent matter, and the faint smell of antiseptic clung to her as she approached.“I’m so sorry I kept you waiting,” she began breathlessly, sliding her bag o
After I finished eating, Eve handed me a small vial of medicine she claimed would ease the pain. The liquid was thick, slightly bitter, with a faint herbal undertone that lingered on my tongue even after swallowing. It worked faster than I anticipated, pulling me under like a weighted blanket. Exhaustion already tugged at my limbs, so it didn’t take long for sleep to claim me.When I awoke later, the soft clinking of cutlery and Eve’s gentle prodding to eat lunch stirred me. My mind was hazy, caught in the half-dream state where reality felt distant. Ryker stood in the shadows near the corner of the room, his presence heavy yet silent. His eyes were sharp, watching over me with a vigilance that should’ve made me uneasy but didn’t. I barely remembered much beyond the taste of the warm stew she fed me before sleep dragged me back under.It was night when I finally woke again, the room dimly lit by a single lamp casting golden hues across the walls. A faint mustiness clung to my skin, a
It took a week before I could even begin to move my leg without the excruciating sensation of impending death. The pain still lingered, an uncomfortable throb that followed me like an unshakable shadow, but at least I could get around on my own now. The limp was heavy, persistent, but the agony had lessened just enough for me to function without help every minute of the day.Each morning for the past week, Ryker had been there, faithfully assisting me whenever I needed to bathe. The warm water against my skin had become a small comfort, but it was his presence that added an unexpected sense of security. I had grown used to his presence quickly, almost too quickly. By the second day, it no longer felt as awkward when he helped me out. Yet, there was always something about him that left me wondering. After every time, without fail, he would leave right after and return twenty or thirty minutes later. I never knew where he went or what he did during that time. A part of me was curious—no
The days passed in a haze of silence, tension hanging in the air like a storm waiting to break. I did everything I could to avoid Ryker, retreating into the confines of my room where the walls, at least, seemed to shield me from everything else. The bed became my refuge, a place to escape from the reality that weighed heavy on my shoulders. Each morning, I would find myself stuck in the same cycle: wake up, take a bath, get dressed in something comfortable, and stay hidden in my room. I would only leave when absolutely necessary, and even then, the mere sight of Ryker would cause my stomach to tighten in knots. He knew what I was doing. Hell, it was painfully obvious to anyone with a pair of eyes. The avoidance was so blatant that I couldn’t help but wonder how much longer I could keep up the charade before he confronted me about it. I had been expecting this inevitable moment, but when it arrived, I wasn’t ready. That morning began like any other. I slipped into the warmth of a hot
Ryker’s expression hardened, but he didn’t immediately speak. Instead, he paced for a moment before returning his gaze to me. “What else did they do to you?” I wanted to shut down, to retreat back into the shell I had worked so hard to build. But the urgency in his tone pulled me back to reality. He wanted to hear it all. Taking a shaky breath, I told him what I could. The surface-level details of my life. The jobs I had taken on, the way I had struggled to survive. I didn’t mention names, but I told him about working in the club, the restaurant. I told him about the pack members taking out their frustrations on me, the way they treated me as less than nothing. When I reached the part about Tyson, my voice faltered. I didn’t want to talk about him, about what had happened between us. I swallowed hard, forcing the words out. “He rejected me. I left the pack.” I couldn’t bring myself to say more. The silence that followed was suffocating. I couldn’t bring myself to look him in the e
RYKER’S PO.VI could feel Camilla’s annoyance surging through our bond and it took everything for me to pull that wall between us down. I knew that she wanted to help but I wasn’t willing to risk her safety. She was safest behind those walls and if that meant gaining her anger then it was a good deal. I could feel Steven’s eyes on me but I ignored him and turned on my heels.The guards and soldiers were already preparing with their weapons. I had very little interest in actually fighting a battle but if that was what Frederick wanted then so be it. As soon as the soldiers saw me, all eyes went on me and everyone went quiet.“The important thing is to make sure they don’t get into the palace,” I reminded them. “Meet them as far away from here as possible. The guards will remain here in case something happens but remember that under no circumstance is anyone supposed to breach the palace walls. Defend it with your life, are we clear?”There was a chorus of yes, your majesty before every
CAMILLA’S P.O.VThe days ahead were a whirlwind of tension and restless anticipation as we rooted out more of Frederick’s men. Some fled into obscurity, their trails cold even as our spies hunted them through the forests. Others vanished as if the earth had swallowed them whole. The city braced itself, hearts collectively clenched with fear. Frederick’s silence was a sinister omen, a dark calm before a storm we couldn’t predict. Ryker, ever my anchor, whispered assurances that we would be prepared no matter what he conjured. Yet a shadow of dread clung to me. Frederick had blindsided us before—his cunning was a blade that always found its mark, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that his next strike would cut deeper than ever.We fortified the palace, securing every entrance and sealing the tunnels beneath. Even so, doubt festered in the cracks of my resolve. The elders convened with us, a chorus of blame and cowardice, their empty words filling the air like stale smoke. I marveled at m
CAMILLA’S P.O.VA shiver danced along my spine as he groaned softly, his breath heavy with a whispered, "Thank the goddess." Before I could even process his words, his lips found mine—no, not simply kissed, but claimed. His hand slipped behind my head, his fingers tangling in my hair as he guided me into submission, controlling the angle with a commanding tenderness that left me breathless. I was powerless beneath the heat of his fervor, struggling to match the rhythm of a passion that burned far brighter and fiercer than my own unsteady heartbeat. It was overwhelming—terrifyingly intoxicating—and I craved more.He pulled me onto his lap, my legs settling on either side of his hips, and the hard, undeniable evidence of his arousal pressed against me. A strangled moan escaped my lips, devoured instantly as his tongue swept into my mouth, tasting, teasing, claiming me anew. His hands gripped my hips, rolling them over his with a slow, torturous rhythm that set my nerves on fire. I tremb
Camilla’s P.O.V“You’re back earlier than I thought,” I remarked, stepping out of the water, droplets trailing down my arms. “I assumed you’d need more time.”Ryker’s expression remained unreadable as his piercing gaze met mine. “I would have, had you stayed. I was holding back for your sake, Camilla. The moment you left, it took me five minutes to make him talk. He was practically begging for mercy.”His words sent a shiver down my spine, not from fear but from the stark reminder of who he truly was—brutal, unyielding, and feared by many. “Are you afraid of me?” he asked, his tone laced with something close to curiosity.I shook my head, though my breath caught when he stepped closer. A faint smile tugged at his lips as he raised a hand, but he paused when he noticed the blood staining his fingers. His hand fell to his side.“I should clean up,” he muttered, almost to himself.I nodded and moved toward the door, the tension still heavy in the air. Before leaving, I hesitated, a quest
The silence in the shop hung heavy, the air thick with unspoken tension as the man’s eyes widened. Raw, unfiltered fear glinted in his gaze, and I held it with a calm I didn’t entirely feel. If he thought I was bluffing, he was sorely mistaken. Frederick’s access to forbidden substances had to be cut off, no matter the cost. After a long, tense pause, the man turned abruptly, retreating behind the front desk. His movements were frantic as he dug through stacks of paper, the scrape of his hands against rough parchment filling the quiet space. Finally, he produced a plain sheet of paper and a stub of charcoal. “What are you doing?” I asked, my tone sharp with impatience. “I only need a name.”His hands trembled slightly as he set to work. “I don’t have his name,” he admitted gruffly, his voice rough like gravel. “You don’t run an illegal trade by asking for names. He came in about a week ago, and said he needed a small batch of this. I don’t like dealing with that stuff—it’s dangerous
CAMILLA’S POV Two days. That’s how long it took for Ryker to let me out of bed, and even then, it came with strict instructions not to overexert myself. He was worried—beyond worried, actually. His eyes lingered on me more than usual, shadowed by the weight of what had happened. He acted as though one wrong step might shatter me completely. The only people allowed near me were Christine and the girls. Audrey was the first to see me once Ryker finally relented. She barreled into me with so much force I nearly toppled over, her tiny arms clinging to my waist like she never wanted to let go. “You’re not going with her,” she whispered, voice muffled against me. “You’re not leaving like she did.” The words hit me like a dagger to the chest. My throat tightened as I hugged her closer, stroking her hair as if that alone could soothe her fears. I wanted to tell her she was right, that I wasn’t going anywhere, but I couldn’t bring myself to say it. Because it wasn’t true. One way o
**CAMILLA’S P.O.V**The pain from the arrow was all-consuming, and then, nothing. It was as if the world had collapsed, and I was thrust into complete darkness. I had always imagined that if I died, the goddess would welcome me with open arms. After all, I wasn’t perfect, but I had always tried to do right by those I loved. Yet, here I was, uncertain of what came next. At first, there was only fear. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move. Time seemed to stretch on forever, and I was helpless to understand it. I tried to count, to hold onto something, but it was as though I were stuck in a vast void where even my own thoughts couldn’t find their way. And then, a voice. A quiet, persistent voice that seemed to hum through the dark, urging me to keep going. Keep fighting. It felt impossible, but I tried. I tried to remember Ryker, my daughters, the palace—everything I had promised to protect. But the more I fought, the more distant everything became. There came a point when I felt so broke
**RYKER’S P.O.V**It was the quiet that got to me. The kind of quiet that settled deep inside, slowly suffocating me, filling the space with a growing sense of dread. Camilla was lying in that bed—our bed, no less—motionless, and it tore at me, piece by piece. It wasn’t just the endless days of waiting or the overwhelming tasks that I was shouldering alone; it wasn’t even the constant worry that she might never wake up. It was the children.Audrey didn’t understand. She was too young to grasp why her mother wasn’t moving, why her usual questions were left unanswered, or why her playful days with Camilla had come to an abrupt halt. She had asked, with that innocent curiosity that tore me apart, if Camilla was going to be like Leanor. She didn’t understand death yet—she only knew that when people left, they never came back.Aurora was even harder to bear. A child who used to cling to me every waking moment, she now pushed me away, her tiny body rejecting my embrace. She screamed endless
**RYKER'S POV**Everything happened too quickly. One moment, Camilla was speaking with a man in the crowd, and the next, an arrow pierced her side. My heart stopped as she crumpled, and I rushed to catch her, the chaos around us rising to a fever pitch. Doctors hurried toward her, but my eyes were fixed on the source of the attack. My gaze locked with Frederick's atop a distant building, a cruel smirk curling his lips.A wave of rage consumed me, hot and relentless, threatening to swallow everything in its path. I glanced at Camilla in my arms, her blood staining my hands, but I knew I couldn’t let this go. I couldn’t let him escape. I placed her gently in the care of the doctors, whispering promises to her, before turning away with a single-minded focus: Frederick.The square seemed to melt away as I bolted toward him. A few guards followed, but they were secondary. I had one goal, and I wouldn’t rest until it was achieved. Frederick’s feet were swift, carrying him into the thick for