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 P.O.VTension hung over us like a storm cloud. Someone had caught wind of our plan—that much was certain. But whoever they were, they hadn’t revealed themselves again. It was almost as if they were watching from the shadows, biding their time, making sure they didn’t attract too much attention.By morning, we were no closer to uncovering their identity. But despite that, anticipation bubbled inside me—the team sent to retrieve the night lock plant was due to return any day now. A part of me hesitated at the thought of using it on Alastair, yet having an ace up our sleeve gave me a sense of control. Ryker, on the other hand, had no such hesitations. He wanted Alastair gone—quickly and quietly.We were in the middle of breakfast, helping Audrey prepare for her first day of school when the team returned. My fingers itched to see the legendary plant that could bring even Alastair to his knees, but my daughter came first. She clung to mine and Ryker’s hands, her small fingers squ
Ryker frowned. “It’s something to consider. But first, where do we keep this? Someone is watching us—we can’t afford to be careless.”Before I could answer, I felt someone approaching behind us. My breath hitched, but when I turned, I let out a sigh of relief—it was only Christine. She raised a brow at my reaction.“If you don’t want people listening in, maybe don’t have sensitive conversations in public,” she quipped before grabbing my arm and pulling me into the nearest room—the dining hall. “Now, what exactly is this about ingesting something?”We explained everything. Christine didn’t seem upset about being left out; they just listened intently. When we finished, she sighed.“I think your theory makes the most sense,” she said, turning to me. “But, Camilla, do you even want to do this?”I blinked. “What?”She gave me a pointed look. “You sounded… hesitant. Like your heart isn’t fully in this.”I swallowed hard. “It doesn’t matter,” I said after a pause. “I just—sometimes I pity hi
Tears stung my eyes as I handed her over to Ryker. He held her close, his grip tight. “Did anyone…?” My voice faltered. “Did anyone die?”“Not the students. Some guards, maybe. I need to check.” His gaze flickered over my face. “Are you okay? You look pale.”“I just… didn’t expect it to take that much energy.” My vision blurred slightly, but I forced myself to stay upright. “I need a second. Or an hour. Or a really long nap.”“Do you want a carriage?”I shook my head—or tried to. The motion made everything worse. “I can ride.”Ryker kept an arm around me as we mounted our horses. He had to help me onto mine. We rode back slowly, careful not to jostle me too much.Christine was waiting in front of the palace, holding Aurora. The moment Audrey saw her, she leaped into her arms. Relief softened Christine’s features as she embraced her. Ryker took Aurora, and I leaned against him, staring at my sleeping infant.I had let this war with Alastair pull me away from her. That ended now. He had
My patience thinned. “Explain.”“I… I went to see my girlfriend,” he blurted out, his face pale. “She’s a kitchen maid. She was panicking after hearing about the fire, so I left for maybe five minutes to calm her down. But I came back right away! I didn’t see anyone suspicious. I swear it!”I clenched my jaw, dragging a hand down my face. Of course. Of course, the perfect window for the theft was the exact moment he decided to sneak off.I stared at him, my irritation simmering. “Get out.”His eyes widened. “Your Majesty, please—”“You’re a fool, but you’re not the one I’m looking for. Leave. And if you breathe a word of this to anyone, you’re dead.”Relief flooded his face as he scrambled to his feet. “Thank you, Your Majesty.”Before he could step out, I added, “Tell the maids to clean this mess before morning.”When he was gone, I exhaled sharply. I wasn’t any closer to finding the traitor, but I had a new lead. The culprit had to be someone familiar with the guards’ routines—someo
The rest of the day was consumed with ensuring the school’s security, speaking with families, and mourning the losses. Two guards had perished in the fire—brave men who had been stationed outside when the attack occurred. Informing their families was one of the hardest things I had ever done. How do you tell a mother, a mate, that her son, her husband, had died a hero, and expect that to be enough?One of the guards had a pregnant mate. The devastation in her eyes haunted me long after we left. No amount of financial aid or comforting words would bring him back.That night, despite being wrapped in Ryker’s arms, I couldn’t find sleep. His steady breathing usually calmed me, but tonight it only reminded me of the weight he carried—the same weight that kept him awake. I could feel it. We were both trapped in the same spiral of worry, but neither of us voiced it aloud.By morning, I had made up my mind.“We need to meet with the elders,” I announced.Ryker looked at me in surprise. “Are
CAMILLA’S POVChristine’s body went slack in my arms, her weight nearly pulling me down with her. My breath caught as I struggled to hold her up, my muscles burning from the effort. She was unconscious, completely limp."Dammit," I muttered under my breath, my heart hammering.Ryker didn’t hesitate—he was already sprinting out the door, his urgency palpable. I clenched my jaw and focused on Christine, dragging her towards the small lounge in my office. Every step felt like a battle, but I refused to let her slip through my grip. Finally, I laid her down, brushing a few strands of hair from her pale, sweat-drenched face before bolting out to find the physician.I was torn. Christine needed me, but so did my daughters. Ryker was handling that, though. I had to trust him to bring them back safely.The physician wasn’t busy, thank the goddess. As soon as I found him, he grabbed his medical bag, and we rushed back. He got to work immediately, his skilled hands checking her pulse and her b
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