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
When I opened my eyes, I didn’t expect to see Ryker. A part of me assumed he had only said what he did to coax me into resting. But as my foggy mind cleared, the sight of him sitting up against the headboard stunned me.Papers were spread out in his lap and around him, a small stack teetering precariously at the edge of the bed. I could tell he was uncomfortable—his rigid posture gave him away—but he did not attempt to disturb me, even as I lay draped over his legs. The soft rustle of papers was the only sound in the otherwise silent room.I shifted slightly, testing my stiff limbs, and immediately felt him freeze. His eyes darted down, and he abandoned the papers, setting them aside with care as if they were of no consequence compared to me. When I glanced up at him, his gaze softened, full of concern.“Hi,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. It was awkward, shy, and unpolished.The corner of his lips twitched, the ghost of a smile playing there. “Hi back,” he replied, his voic
The moment the water splashed against his face, his expression froze. Time seemed to pause, the crystalline droplets cascading down his shocked features. My stomach tightened in guilt as realization struck."I am so—" I started, my voice trembling with regret.But before the words could fully form, a wave of cool water hit me square in the face. It filled my mouth, stinging my eyes as I sputtered and coughed, trying to regain my breath. By the time I blinked the water away, I caught sight of him struggling to stifle a laugh, his eyes crinkling with pure amusement."Oh, you think that's funny?" I splashed him back with renewed vigor.What followed was a chaotic yet exhilarating dance of water and laughter. The world around us dissolved; the distant rustle of leaves and the soft roar of the waterfall faded into the background. All that mattered was this moment.The water shimmered in the fading sunlight, droplets catching the golden hues as we darted around each other. I was breathless,
By the next day, I wasn’t perfectly fine, but I managed to convince Ryker that I was. My walls, newly constructed under his guidance last night, did their job well. They blocked him from feeling the discomfort and pain that radiated through my body like a relentless storm. Each pulse of agony was mine to bear, but I was determined not to let him know.When he left, the mask of composure I wore crumbled. My legs dragged me back into his—our—room, where I let myself sink into the bed. The sheets, steeped in his scent, wrapped around me like a protective cocoon. That deep, woodsy aroma mixed with something uniquely Ryker soothed the pounding in my skull and eased the nausea twisting my stomach. It was my only solace.At some point, exhaustion pulled me into a dreamless sleep. I wasn’t sure how long I drifted, but a knock on the door jolted me awake. My eyelids felt heavy as I stumbled out of bed, pulling the door open to see Eve standing there. Her expression was a mixture of confusion a
Every time he drew close, his teeth would lightly nip at my tail, teasing me. My heart raced as I pushed harder, my paws digging into the dirt to gain speed.I knew Ryker could easily overtake me—his sheer size alone guaranteed it—but he held back, savoring the chase as much as I did. It wasn’t about the hunt; it was about the shared thrill, the unspoken bond of running wild together.He finally collided with me just as we reached the waterfall. We tumbled to the ground, his large frame absorbing the impact, leaving me sprawled on top of him. Cool mist from the cascading water enveloped us, mingling with the warmth of his body beneath mine. His rough tongue swiped across my face, leaving a trail of heat and wetness that made me yelp in surprise. I jumped off him, shaking out my fur as I padded to the lake’s edge.The water mirrored back a sight that made me pause. A large white wolf stared at me with piercing amber eyes that seemed to burn with a quiet intensity. My reflection shimmer
The morning sun stretched lazily across the horizon, its golden hues seeping through the forest and casting dappled light on the training grounds. Ryker’s voice, firm yet calm, echoed as he ordered me to shift. The air was crisp, laced with the earthy scent of dew-soaked leaves. I hesitated briefly, the memory of yesterday's pain still fresh, but the determination in his gaze spurred me forward.The transformation stung, each muscle stretching and snapping into place, but it was a dull ache compared to before. My wolf form felt foreign yet exhilarating, the ground beneath my paws cool and alive with the vibrations of nature. Ryker’s wolf—larger, more imposing—circled me with a playful energy that belied his usual stoic demeanor.“Let’s see how fast you are,” he teased, his voice a deep growl.The chase began. He darted forward, a streak of silver, and I instinctively gave pursuit. The world around me blurred; the scent of pine mingled with the sharp tang of his presence, urging me to
Ryker froze, his frame stiffening like a statue, before he stepped forward and pulled the figure into a firm embrace. The motion was gentle yet powerful, as though he had been holding onto this moment for years. From where I stood, I couldn’t make out much, but I could tell the person was a girl—smaller than him by far, her head barely reaching his chest. My vantage point didn’t allow me to see her features, but her youthful stature and slender build were apparent.Something gnawed at me as I watched them. Jealousy. A biting, irrational envy bubbled up in my chest, and I couldn’t tamp it down fast enough. My mind raced to justify the scene before me. Ryker wouldn’t just hug a random girl like that. Would he? But then, he did something that made my heart sink further—he placed a kiss on her forehead. A soft, tender gesture, one I had foolishly thought belonged to us alone.I clenched my fists, trying to calm the irrational voice in my head screaming for me to pull him away. This isn’t
The rest of our stay at the pack house passed in a haze, though one detail stuck out to me: we didn’t see Lauren again. It felt as if the universe had been kind enough to spare me the ordeal of facing her, and yet, every corner I turned made my heart jolt with the anticipation of an unwanted encounter. Riley noticed, of course—she always did. Her observant gaze lingered on me more often than usual, though she didn’t press. Instead, she would ask, in that quiet, steady tone of hers, “Are you okay?” It was the kind of question Ryker used to ask, the kind that demanded nothing in return but still made you feel safe.By the end of the day, my mind buzzed with an overload of information about planning a mating ceremony. The sheer volume of traditions, expectations, and nuances had been daunting at first, but somehow, by the time we left, I felt a cautious sense of confidence taking root. The fear was still there, gnawing softly at the edges, but it was tempered by a growing ease.The carri
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