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
Over the next few days, Ryker and I began to carve out a strange kind of truce, a delicate balance between us. My initial fear of him, so heavy and oppressive, didn’t just vanish overnight. That was something I had known from the beginning. It was always going to take time to unwind the tight knots of fear and uncertainty that had coiled themselves around me. But now, I noticed with some surprise, there were moments when I didn’t jump at his presence, or freeze up when he walked by. And though I couldn’t say I felt completely at ease yet, I felt a shift. It wasn’t that I stopped fearing him—it was that I had fewer reasons to. I had seen how he treated the omegas in his pack, with a kind of quiet respect, a responsibility that ran deeper than I had expected. Slowly, I was starting to believe there might be more to him than just the cold, intimidating alpha that I’d first met. It was a strange, cautious peace, but I took it as a victory.The healing of my leg was another small victory.
The rest of the day passed in a strange and unsettling silence. After we finished breakfast together, Ryker disappeared. It wasn’t like him to just vanish, and it left a void in the house. The space felt unnaturally still, almost hollow. I was so used to his presence—his warmth, his deep voice filling the rooms, his subtle but constant awareness of me—that it was jarring not to have him around. It felt as though the house had lost its heartbeat, and my own rhythm faltered in response to the absence.Eve noticed my mood and, in an effort to keep me distracted, spent the day telling me stories about life in the pack. Her voice, soft but steady, brought some semblance of comfort. She wasn’t born into this life, she told me. She had been a rogue, wandering alone until, at the age of five, she accidentally wandered into the pack's territory. The former Luna had found her, taken pity on her, and made her an omega. The pack had become her family, and her story, tragic yet hopeful, held me ra
The sun had barely risen, its faint light filtering through the trees as I stood alongside Ryker in the early morning quiet. The crisp, cool air nipped at my skin, and the damp earth beneath our feet seemed to hum with the weight of untold stories. Our training was the same as yesterday—focused and relentless. But today, there was a sense of urgency, a tension I could feel in every movement Ryker made. Though he tried to hide it, I could see it in the way his jaw clenched, the way his eyes darted to the horizon as though expecting trouble. He was still worried about the rogue, I knew that much. But despite everything, he chose to be with me rather than delegate my training to someone else. I appreciated that, more than he probably realized.As the morning wore on, the soft rustling of leaves and the occasional bird call were the only sounds that accompanied us. My body ached from the exertion, but I kept pushing, determined to keep up. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw her—Laur
I locked myself in my room the entire day, the weight of guilt pressing heavily on my chest, suffocating me. Eve had come by to offer lunch, but I couldn’t even bring myself to take a bite. The thought of what I had done to Lauren twisted like a blade in my heart. I couldn’t even begin to fathom how she felt, having me still in this house, after everything. The air in my room felt suffocating, my mind swirling with regrets, and every corner seemed to echo with the silence of my shame.The hours dragged by, each minute stretching endlessly. As the evening approached, I began to rehearse the speech I had prepared for Ryker. I must’ve gone over it a thousand times in my mind, each time tweaking it, refining it, trying to make it sound as sincere as possible. The plan was simple—wait until dinner, thank him for everything he’d done for me, and tell him that it was time for me to leave. I would tell him I needed to give him and Lauren the space they deserved, even if it meant tearing mysel
A shadow passed over his features, and in that brief flicker, I saw something that made my stomach tighten. It was an emotion so raw, so stark, it threatened to unravel the calm facade he’d so carefully maintained. The deep, hidden sadness behind his eyes was palpable, as though it had been festering for far too long. I almost felt a pang of guilt for bringing it up, but the weight of the conversation demanded it. I needed to know, and he needed to confront it.“What do you know about it?” he asked at last, his voice barely above a whisper, but sharp enough to cut through the tension.“I know that you and Lauren were having a child,” I said, careful with each word. My mind raced to find the best way to explain without dragging Eve into it. “I know it was a recent loss because of how Lauren reacted to it.”The words hung heavy in the air. The silence that followed was suffocating, pressing down on me as if the very walls of the room could collapse under the weight of our unspoken truth
Sleep eluded me, a cruel companion to the unrelenting heaviness of the day’s events. My mind was crowded with a myriad of thoughts, but one lingered, persistent and stubborn—Ryker. I couldn’t shake the way my heart had thudded in my chest when he’d looked at me, his expression unreadable, his presence all-consuming. I wasn’t ready to admit it, but I felt it deep within me—he was the reason I couldn’t sleep. The sky outside my window gradually shifted from dark to a pale, melancholy blue, the soft glow of dawn creeping through the blinds. There would be no chance of returning to slumber now. With a sigh, I resigned myself to the fact that the quiet, peaceful morning I had hoped for wasn’t meant to be. Instead, I lay in bed a moment longer, reflecting on how different life had become since I’d arrived here. Before I came, there had been no routine, no physical exertion to fill my day. But now, it seemed as though every day was a cycle of training, learning, and growing, both physical
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
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
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