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
I was so stunned when Steven said those words that I wasn’t quite sure how to react. My body had frozen in place, my heart hammering in my chest, and for a moment, I thought the world around me had slowed. It wasn’t until I felt his strong hand grab my upper arm that I snapped out of it. The pull was sharp and urgent, and I could feel his tension seeping into me as he guided me back towards the house. His steps were swift and heavy, the sound of his boots pressing against the gravel echoing in the stillness. I could practically hear the gears in his mind grinding, trying to figure out the next step in this unpredictable chaos.As we reached the door, I could see Eve standing in the hallway, her face a perfect mask of concern. The moment she caught sight of us, her eyes widened, scanning us both. Steven didn’t even let her speak before he barked out orders."I need as much ice as you can get," he demanded, his voice urgent, but with an edge of something that felt almost... protective?
I woke to the sensation of warmth, a heavy arm draped over me, anchoring me into the plush bed beneath. The air was tinged with the faint, musky scent of him—clean and earthy, a combination uniquely Ryker. As my mind began to clear, I became acutely aware of his body pressing against mine, the solid plane of his chest flush with my back, and lower... the hard evidence of his arousal nestled firmly against me.A quiet exhale brushed over my neck, his breath hot and steady as he nuzzled closer, inhaling deeply as though committing my scent to memory. His soft, unconscious movements ignited a warmth in me, spreading from my cheeks down to my toes. I shifted slightly, trying to ease away without disturbing him, but the movement backfired. My hips brushed against him, and his arm tightened instinctively, pulling me closer.A low, deep rumble vibrated from his chest—a sound that wasn’t quite a growl, but carried the primal weight of one.In a heartbeat, I was flipped onto my back, Ryker hov
Being mated with Ryker was unlike anything I had ever experienced. Since the moment our bond was sealed, I could feel him—a steady presence humming at the back of my mind, as though he was a part of me that I hadn’t realized was missing. It wasn’t intrusive but comforting, a constant reminder that I was never alone.The first night after we mated, uncertainty lingered in the air. I wasn’t sure if he wanted me in his room or if I should retreat to mine. I chose the latter, trying to respect his space. But I hadn’t even settled before there was a knock on my door.When I opened it, there he was. Without a word, he walked in, stripped down, and sprawled across my bed as if it were the most natural thing in the world.“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice soft with surprise.“If you don’t feel comfortable coming to me,” he said matter-of-factly, “then I’ll come to you.”Since that night, I hadn’t spent another evening alone in my room. It had become more of a symbolic space than an actu
Camilla could barely contain her anticipation. The moment they stepped into the house, she and Ryker rushed up the stairs, their only source of light a dimly flickering lamp. The wooden box sat on the bed between them, its lock gleaming under the glow. Her fingers trembled as she slid the key into place. A click echoed in the silent room, and the lid creaked open.Her breath caught in her throat.She had feared that time and the elements would have reduced the contents to dust, but to her astonishment, the bound stack of letters was pristine—almost as if someone had placed them there just days ago. Slowly, she untied the ribbon binding the pages together. Her heart lurched when she read the first words.*To my daughter.*Not her name, but the words still sent a shiver through her.She turned to Ryker, brows furrowed. “It’s addressed to me.”He leaned closer, peering at the paper before glancing up with a shrug. “Only one way to find out what he had to say.”As she lifted the lamp, its
**CAMILLA'S P.O.V**A sharp tremor wracked my body as I sucked in a shallow, uneven breath. My knees threatened to give out beneath me, but all I could think about was my daughter, cradled in my arms. I clung to her desperately, unwilling to let go even as the world around me blurred. I barely registered Ryker appearing beside me, his arms slipping around Aurora before I collapsed. The moment Briggs' grip loosened, the unbearable pressure in my chest eased, and I gasped, greedily sucking in air as if I'd been drowning.“Are you alright?” Briggs’ voice reached me, laced with concern. He moved toward me, his hands outstretched, but I flinched back, my reaction sharper than I intended. He hesitated, brows furrowing in confusion. “Did I do something wrong? Do you need me to get something for you?”I knew this wasn’t his fault. He looked as baffled as I felt. But I couldn’t afford to risk another wave of that unbearable sensation. If it happened again, I was certain I’d lose consciousness.
CAMILLA’S P.O.VA violent shudder wracked my body as I struggled to steady my breath. My grip on my daughter tightened, fear coursing through me like a relentless tide. I couldn’t drop her. No matter what was happening to me, I had to keep holding on.I barely registered Ryker appearing at my side, his presence swift and sure. He took Aurora from my arms, his touch gentle, and the moment she left my grasp, my knees buckled. I collapsed, gasping as the crushing weight that had been suffocating me lifted. My limbs felt hollow, drained of all strength as if I had been fighting against something invisible yet suffocating.Briggs’ hands had been on me just moments ago. How long? Seconds? Minutes? It had felt like an eternity.“Camilla?” His voice was uncertain, edged with concern. “Are you alright?” He reached for me again, but I flinched away, my reaction more forceful than I intended.Briggs hesitated, his brows furrowing. “Did I do something? Do you need—?”“No,” I rasped, cutting him o
CAMILLA’S P.O.VRyker had convinced me it would be better to wait until the kids were asleep before digging, so I spent the entire evening restless. My skin itched with anticipation, my mind spinning with possibilities. What could my father have hidden? He was frustrating in many ways, but his treasure hunts had always been clever, almost addicting. If this had happened at a different time—when an enemy wasn’t lurking in the shadows—I might have actually enjoyed the challenge.I just prayed that whatever lay beneath that tree wasn’t another one of his messes waiting to explode in my face.Once both kids were tucked in their beds, their peaceful breathing filling the quiet house, I kissed their foreheads and hurried outside. Ryker was already waiting, holding a lamp in one hand and a shovel in the other, his expression unreadable. While excitement coursed through me, he was only here for my sake."You don't have to do this," I whispered, hesitant. "It's late, and for all we know, this
Camilla’s POVThe estate was grander than I’d imagined. The moment I stepped inside, reality set in—my father never did anything halfway. This might have been his retreat, but he spared no expense making it as luxurious as possible. The crystal chandeliers sparkled above, casting a golden glow over the polished marble floors. Rich tapestries adorned the walls, and velvet drapes framed the tall windows, letting in the soft glow of the evening sun. It was a stark reminder of the wealth he wielded, the power he once held.We washed away the exhaustion of the palace, exchanging travel-worn clothes for fresh, soft fabrics that smelled of lavender and something faintly familiar—like home, but not quite. I exhaled, and for the first time in what felt like years, my lungs expanded fully. There was a lightness in the air here, something almost intoxicating. Was it freedom? Or just an illusion of it?Dinner was a quiet affair, the kind that settles into your bones and warms you from the inside.
CAMILLA’S P.O.VI sat in stunned silence, barely processing what had just happened. Ryker had planned everything. Every single detail had already been arranged. The only thing left was for us to leave.A vacation. We desperately needed one, but I hadn't expected him to take matters into his own hands. It wasn’t like we ever had the luxury of peace, not with everything we had endured.The carriage rocked gently as it rolled away from the palace, and despite myself, I felt a tinge of excitement. My feet bounced slightly against the wooden floorboards, a telltale sign of my anticipation. Across from us, Audrey sat with her small hands gripping the edge of her seat, her eyes darting toward the window. In Ryker’s arms, Aurora lay nestled against his chest, her tiny breaths even and peaceful.“Where are we going, Mommy?” Audrey’s soft voice pulled me from my thoughts. Her brows furrowed as she peered outside, recognition flickering in her eyes. “This road looks familiar… like the one we too
RYKER'S POVThere was always a voice in the back of my head—relentless, nagging, a constant reminder that I should be doing something more productive. It never left me, not even for a second. Maybe because, unlike most children, I never had the luxury of lazy days or the freedom to do nothing. My life had been an endless cycle of lessons, training, and expectations. There was always something I didn’t do well enough, something I needed to perfect, something my father drilled into me with an iron will.And even though he had been gone for years—longer than I cared to count—the weight of his influence still clung to me, refusing to loosen its grip.I exhaled, pushing the thoughts aside as I sat up in bed, my gaze settling on Camilla. She moved around the room effortlessly, wrapped in nothing but our tangled sheets. Her dark hair cascaded down her back in soft waves, messy from sleep but still perfect in a way that made my chest tighten. She wasn’t trying to tease me, I knew that. But go
CAMILLA’S POVAs per tradition, we couldn’t leave until the place was completely cleared. It was a long-standing rule—one we had followed for years. Only when the last person had returned to their home and the executioner had carried the body away did we dare to step forward.I kept my gaze fixed on the ground, refusing to look. I knew if I did, nausea would overwhelm me. My stomach was already twisted into painful knots, my throat dry as if it had been scorched. I wanted to convince myself that I didn’t care, that this was just another consequence of a cruel world. But deep down, I knew the truth—I still had a softness in me, one that Ryker didn’t share.Unlike him, I believed that if fate had been kinder, if circumstances had been different, she might have been, too.Ryker’s voice pulled me from my thoughts.“Everything’s been cleared out.”I swallowed hard and forced myself to glance up. The guillotine stood tall against the darkening sky, its blade gleaming with fresh blood. The g
CAMILLA’S POVThe sun was beginning to dip beyond the palace walls, casting golden streaks across the sky as Ryker and I strolled through the grounds. The afternoon had been peaceful, just the two of us walking aimlessly, enjoying the rare quiet moments in our otherwise chaotic lives. But eventually, duty called, and we decided to pick Audrey up from school ourselves.The second she spotted us, her shriek nearly shattered my eardrums.“Mama! Papa!” She came running at full speed, her tiny feet barely touching the ground as she launched herself into my arms. I caught her with a laugh, staggering slightly under her enthusiasm.“I missed you!” she declared, squeezing my neck as though she never wanted to let go.“We were only gone for a few hours,” I reminded her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.“That’s forever!” she argued, her voice muffled against my shoulder.Ryker chuckled, ruffling her hair. “Did you have a good day at school?”That was all the encouragement she needed. Fro