Ryker’s presence was like a lingering shadow, one I couldn’t seem to escape, no matter how much I tried. For the entire day, I kept to my room, a self-imposed exile meant to avoid him at all costs. My sanctuary became a quiet haven, though the walls seemed to grow closer with every passing hour. I knew he was just down the hall, likely resting in his room, but I couldn’t bring myself to risk running into him. Not yet.Eve, ever the observant one, clearly noticed something was wrong. Her curious glances spoke volumes, but she didn’t push me for an explanation. When I informed her, with a hint of finality, that I’d be taking all my meals in my room, she simply nodded and left without protest. Her silence was comforting in its way. She understood my need for space, even if she didn’t understand why.By morning, my strategy unraveled. After a restless night, I rose early, seeking solace in the steady routine of bathing and dressing. Steam from the hot water clung to the bathroom mirror, a
A shadow swept over his face at the mere mention of the name, dark and forbidding like a storm brewing on a distant horizon. My breath hitched, my chest tightening with unease as I watched him. His jaw ticked, his eyes narrowing slightly, and I couldn’t help but wonder what thoughts were churning behind his steely gaze.“I know of him,” Ryker said at last, his voice as calm as the surface of a frozen lake. But there was an edge to it, sharp enough to slice through the tension hanging between us. “Although, if I’m not mistaken, he isn’t Alpha yet.”I nodded. “His father is Alpha, but he practically leads already.”“He rejected you.” It wasn’t a question. The words landed like a hammer, blunt and unyielding, yet the weight of his tone demanded a response.“Yes,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.“Then he’s a f**king idiot,” he stated, the venom in his words catching me completely off guard.My eyes widened in shock, my heart skipping a beat. Of all the things I’d expected him to say
I was so stunned by the announcement that it felt like the ground had been pulled from under me. All I could do was gape at the guard, my mind struggling to process what he had just said. The urgency in his tone echoed in my ears like the tolling of a warning bell. But while I was frozen in place, Ryker wasted no time. With a sharp intake of breath, he pushed to his feet, his movements steady and deliberate despite the heaviness in the air.He assured the guard that he would join them shortly before making his way toward me. He lowered himself into a crouch, sitting on his haunches until our eyes were level. The dim lighting cast soft shadows across his face, making the sharp lines of his jaw even more pronounced. His presence was both grounding and unsettling—a calm in the storm that made me realize just how much I was worrying.“You’re hurt,” I managed to say, my voice trembling as I broke the heavy silence. “You were in pain just moments ago. Should you really be out fighting rogue
Eve left shortly after to heat up my breakfast, leaving me to retreat to my room and prepare for the day. The conversation with Lauren still lingered in my mind like the faint sting of a freshly healed wound, yet oddly, it left me feeling empowered. The satisfaction of standing up to her was intoxicating, a newfound strength I hadn’t known I possessed. My lips curved upward in a small, fleeting smile.After getting dressed, I made my way downstairs, expecting Lauren to be prowling around somewhere, her sharp gaze scrutinizing everything as always. Instead, the dining room greeted me with an unexpected silence. The room was empty, save for a lone tray of food set neatly at my usual spot. My stomach growled at the sight, the aroma of freshly prepared food curling through the air and tugging at my hunger. I hadn’t realized just how ravenous I was until I took that first bite. The flavors burst on my tongue, warm and comforting, chasing away the remnants of my earlier tension.As I ate, E
I tried not to dwell on his words, my heart pounding as I dashed through the dense forest. Each step was a desperate plea to outrun the inevitable, the undergrowth crunching beneath my boots. The air was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, mingling with the metallic tang of fear that clung to me. Behind me, heavy footsteps thudded against the ground, relentless and unforgiving. I pushed forward, weaving between towering trees that loomed like silent sentinels, the moonlight casting ghostly patterns across the forest floor.I burst into a clearing, my chest heaving as I gulped in the air. The open space offered no solace—only an unbroken expanse of trees stretching endlessly on every side. My pulse thundered in my ears, drowning out the faint rustle of leaves until a sharp crack snapped me back to reality.A twig.I spun around, dread coiling in my stomach. From the shadows, three figures emerged, their movements predatory and deliberate. The man in the middle, the one I’d see
CAMILLA’S P.O.VThe first thing I noticed when I stirred was the sharp, clinical tang of antiseptic hanging in the air. It invaded my nostrils, a stark contrast to the warm, earthy scent of home. It clung persistently, mingled with the faint chemical aroma of cleaning agents. My nose wrinkled in protest, but the smell wouldn’t dissipate—it seemed to grow stronger, more invasive with each passing second.My eyelids felt heavy, weighed down by exhaustion, but even through them, I could sense the brightness of the room. It was piercing, unnatural, seeping through my closed lids like sunlight through thin curtains. The intensity was enough to make me recoil inwardly, resisting the urge to open my eyes. For a while, I lay there in stillness, letting the sensations wash over me. The scent. The light. The dull ache throughout my body.Then it came rushing back.Home. Eve and Lauren. The rogues.The memory hit me like a storm. My heart thundered as I bolted upright with a gasp, only for a sea
When I finally woke up, the room was shrouded in shadows. The soft amber glow of the lamp near the window cast faint, wavering patterns on the walls. Outside, the night was calm, the faint rustling of leaves barely audible through the thick glass panes. The air carried a sterile chill, tinged faintly with the metallic scent of antiseptics. My body felt unusually light, yet the persistent throb of pain in my side reminded me of my vulnerability.The IV that had pumped blood into me earlier was now replaced with a bag of clear fluid. Despite the ache, there was an odd vitality humming beneath my skin, a paradoxical sense of both fragility and strength.It didn’t take long to spot Ryker. He stood silhouetted against the window, bathed in the soft lamplight. His posture was both commanding and contemplative, the faint slump of his shoulders betraying an unspoken weariness. He had changed out of his rumpled clothes into sleek, dark slacks and a simple, fitted shirt. His hair was disheveled
It took me a little over a week to fully heal. To be honest, I was mostly fine after just a couple of days. I could walk around, stretch, and do almost everything on my own, but Ryker was relentless. I told him repeatedly that I was okay, but he wouldn't hear it. He insisted that I rest and had Lucy come over to give me a thorough check-up, just to be safe.She confirmed that I looked fine, but Ryker had her run a few tests anyway. She was kind enough to comply, even though I knew it was more for his peace of mind than mine. When she was done, she assured him that I was good to go but recommended that I take it easy for a little while longer—just enough time for my body to adjust to normal activities again.It was such a relief. I’d been cooped up in the house for far too long, and I was eager to regain my independence. Ryker had been babying me endlessly since my injury, and Eve wasn’t much better. Every morning, she helped me get dressed as if I were incapable of doing it myself. I
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