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.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
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
RYKER’S POVCamilla’s silence had become a storm that I couldn’t outrun—a fierce, deafening quiet that gnawed at my patience. At first, I let it go, assuming her anger would burn itself out. I gave it a day. Then two. But the cold shoulder remained. She shared my bed but turned her back, her distance a wall between us. Every attempt I made to bridge it was met with one-word answers or, worse, nothing at all. I had my reasons for locking her away during the battle—damn good ones—but none of them seemed to matter. Her anger was justified, sure, but her indifference was starting to feel like a punishment I couldn’t endure.We had a public gathering scheduled, a speech to reassure the people that the kingdom’s threat had passed. Camilla sat beside me, her hands folded neatly in her lap, her eyes cast downward as though I were a stranger she barely tolerated. As the minutes ticked down, my patience snapped. With a low growl, I reached out and grabbed her wrist, spinning her to face me.“En
CHRISTINE’S P.O.VI wasn’t mad at Ryker—at least, not really. My frustration wasn’t about him. It was about the mess we were all tangled in, and the bitter truth that no amount of logic or detachment could keep me from feeling the sting of rejection. It was easier to channel my resentment toward him than confront the ache simmering under my skin—an ache born of loving a man who had given his heart to someone else.“Christine, wait!” A voice called after me, but I ignored it, pushing my legs to carry me faster. My chest tightened with every step.I didn’t have a destination. All I knew was that I needed to be anywhere but here—anywhere but trapped between Damien’s unreadable glances and Riley’s painfully genuine kindness. If she had been cruel, it would have been easier. But she wasn’t. She was everything good and selfless, and the weight of my anger had no place to land.A hand gripped my arm, halting my escape. I spun around, half expecting to see Camilla, but Ryker’s sharp gaze bore
CAMILLA’S POVBeing caught between people I loved was suffocating. Riley had been my friend for years, and Damien, Ryker’s best friend, had become like a brother to me. But Christine—Christine was my cousin, my family, the one person I trusted to stand by my side no matter what. Loyalty tugged me in two directions, and I hated that I would inevitably have to pick a side. Ryker had made me promise to stay out of it, insisting it wasn’t my battle to fight. I gave him my word, but my heart whispered that staying neutral might already be a betrayal.Over the past two days, Christine had withdrawn into herself. She moved like a ghost through the palace, haunting the hallways and avoiding meals. When Damien entered a room, she slipped out like smoke, leaving only a heavy silence behind. She spent her hours locked away with the children, her only refuge. I couldn’t help but feel relieved when I heard that Damien and Riley would be leaving soon. Maybe then, the tension that clung to the palac
Camilla's POVIcouldn’t help but feel a strange emptiness as the day wore on. Ryker had vanished, and I honestly thought I’d be relieved to have some time away from thegrueling training sessions. But the more I tried to distract myself, the more I missed him. It was odd. I even searched for him, scouring the entire palace. I asked every guard I passed, but no one had seen him. It was as if he’d vanished completely.Eventually, I retired to my room, hoping he might return by the time I fell asleep. I clung to that small hope, even as the night stretched on in quiet solitude. But when morning came, I knew instantly he hadn’t returned. His side of the bed was untouched, still cold. The sense of abandonment stung more than Iwanted to admit.I spent the morning searching for him, even before training began. My efforts were in vain, though. It was as if the world had swallowed him whole. I couldn’tshake the uneasy feeling that something was wrong, but I had no way to prove it.Ch
CAMILLA'S POVThe moment we stepped into the hidden library, I was struck by how massive it was. The shelves stretched up high, way beyond my reach, nearly brushing againstthe ceiling. It felt like I had stumbled into a world all on its own, tucked away in a secret corner of the palace. The air was cool, the kind of chill that made you wrap yourself tighter in your thoughts, as if the place had been untouched for centuries. It wasn’t the usual smell of books—this place smelled ancient, like time itself had settled into the worn scrolls and parchment that lined the shelves. Each text seemed delicate, almost fragile, and I hesitated totouch anything as if the weight of history would crumble beneath my fingers. Ryker had spent hours here, and honestly, I couldn’t blame him. I wasalmost afraid to leave.The flickering torches on the walls cast a series of shadows across the room, their flames dancing in the still air. Even with the windows closed, a faint breeze swirled aroun
Ryker’s POVThe ride back to the palace was a blur. My focus never left Camilla, her fragile form cradled against me. Every few seconds, I checked her breathing, each faint rise and fall of her chest granting me a shred of hope. Her lips were still pale, her skin cold to the touch. My heart pounded as if to replace the life slipping from her.By the time we reached the palace, the physician’s son was already waiting with Christine near the back entrance. They’d cleared the area, ensuring privacy. A rare blessing, considering how fast rumors traveled. For once, I didn’t care what the court would say—what I needed was peace, just long enough to save her.We carried her straight to the physician’s chambers, her weight unnervingly light in my arms. The room, usually ominous with the remnants of others’ suffering, felt emptier than usual. A small mercy. Gently, we laid her on the bed.The physician immediately began his examination, his hands steady, his expression unreadable. I lingered n
The guards scrambled to do as instructed, and I led the physician off to a quieter corner of the woods, away from prying eyes. I had a sinking feeling in my gut that the worst was still to come. I watched him carefully as he glanced around, ensuring no one could overhear. Then, in a low voice, he spoke.“I think it’s the same vampire who did this,” he said quietly. “The scene—it looks like they lost control, like a frenzy. But... no. It wasn’t a frenzy. It was a clean cut. This wasn’t done with teeth. Whoever did this knew exactly whatthey were doing.”“What are you saying?” I asked, trying to process what he was telling me.“I’m saying this is no random act,” he said, voice tinged with unease. “This is deliberate. Whoever did this... they’re playing a game. And we don’t even know what the rules are yet.”My chest tightened. A game? A vampire, toying with us? I sighed heavily, rubbingmy temple. “Thank you for your help.”He nodded grimly before walking away, leaving me to my
I stood alone. Outnumbered. Helpless. My breath caught in my throat, but I refused to show fear. If I was going to die here, I wouldn’t go down without a fight.“What do you want from me?” I demanded, my voice shaking only slightly. “Is thishow you get my attention?”Alastair’s eyes gleamed with dark amusement. “Yes and no,” he said with a shrug.“Living for centuries gets boring, you know? Sometimes, you need something to entertain you.”One of his vampires moved so fast I could barely track him. Before I knew it, I was shoved into a stone chair. My heart raced as I struggled to control my breathing, but there was no use. I was trapped. Alastair leaned in, his fingers curling around a lock of my hair, twisting it between his fingers. I didn’t flinch, even though my body screamed at me to fight back.“Don’t bother trying,” he said with a smirk, clearly reading the fear I was trying to suppress. “When you’ve lived as long as I have, you make a few... connections. This cave i
CAMILLA'S P.O.V.“I mean you no harm,” I called out, my voice steady but trembling inside. The vampire before me made no move to step out of the shadows. “I only want to see your king.”He let out a chilling laugh, one that echoed through the trees. “Not many live to make such a request. Our king does not entertain visitors, nor does he tolerate them.” The tension in the air thickened as the guards around me tightened their formation, their eyes scanning the surroundings. I stood my ground, lifting my chin with resolve. “My name is Camilla. I’m the Queen of the wolves. Your king should want to speak with me. I wouldn’t be here unless it was of utmost importance.”There was a long pause, the kind of silence that makes your heartbeat feel too loud. I thought, for a moment, he wouldn’t respond at all, until he finally did.“I know who you are,” he said, his voice dangerously calm. “He’s been expecting you. But we didn’t know you'd come with guards of your own.”I couldn’t supp
"This isn’t your fault. It’s not theirs, either. The blame lies with the vampire who did this.”I sighed, my breath shaky. “But he won’t stop. He’s not just going to go away. We need to stop him before someone else is lost.”Ryker didn’t answer, but his silence spoke volumes. He didn’t need to say anything; he understood. I felt his fingers tighten around me as if to say he was with me, always. “We will stop him,” he finally said. “But it’s taking longer than we thought. One of us should be there to comfort them.”Before I could say anything, Ryker was already walking toward the grieving family. I watched him approach them, his actions so gentle. He wasn’t supposed to touch them—protocol, duty, all that—but Ryker didn’t care about that. He cared about people. He didn’t need to say anything; his presence, his warmth, said everything. And for a moment, I felt a sense of pride. I admired him so much. He deserved to be King far more than I deserved to be Queen.As I watched him
CAMILLA'S POVThe moment we stepped into the hidden library, I was struck by how massive it was. The shelves stretched up high, way beyond my reach, nearly brushing againstthe ceiling. It felt like I had stumbled into a world all on its own, tucked away in a secret corner of the palace. The air was cool, the kind of chill that made you wrap yourself tighter in your thoughts, as if the place had been untouched for centuries. It wasn’t the usual smell of books—this place smelled ancient, like time itself had settled into the worn scrolls and parchment that lined the shelves. Each text seemed delicate, almost fragile, and I hesitated totouch anything as if the weight of history would crumble beneath my fingers. Ryker had spent hours here, and honestly, I couldn’t blame him. I wasalmost afraid to leave.The flickering torches on the walls cast a series of shadows across the room, their flames dancing in the still air. Even with the windows closed, a faint breeze swirled aroun
Camilla's POVIcouldn’t help but feel a strange emptiness as the day wore on. Ryker had vanished, and I honestly thought I’d be relieved to have some time away from thegrueling training sessions. But the more I tried to distract myself, the more I missed him. It was odd. I even searched for him, scouring the entire palace. I asked every guard I passed, but no one had seen him. It was as if he’d vanished completely.Eventually, I retired to my room, hoping he might return by the time I fell asleep. I clung to that small hope, even as the night stretched on in quiet solitude. But when morning came, I knew instantly he hadn’t returned. His side of the bed was untouched, still cold. The sense of abandonment stung more than Iwanted to admit.I spent the morning searching for him, even before training began. My efforts were in vain, though. It was as if the world had swallowed him whole. I couldn’tshake the uneasy feeling that something was wrong, but I had no way to prove it.Ch
CAMILLA’S POVBeing caught between people I loved was suffocating. Riley had been my friend for years, and Damien, Ryker’s best friend, had become like a brother to me. But Christine—Christine was my cousin, my family, the one person I trusted to stand by my side no matter what. Loyalty tugged me in two directions, and I hated that I would inevitably have to pick a side. Ryker had made me promise to stay out of it, insisting it wasn’t my battle to fight. I gave him my word, but my heart whispered that staying neutral might already be a betrayal.Over the past two days, Christine had withdrawn into herself. She moved like a ghost through the palace, haunting the hallways and avoiding meals. When Damien entered a room, she slipped out like smoke, leaving only a heavy silence behind. She spent her hours locked away with the children, her only refuge. I couldn’t help but feel relieved when I heard that Damien and Riley would be leaving soon. Maybe then, the tension that clung to the palac
CHRISTINE’S P.O.VI wasn’t mad at Ryker—at least, not really. My frustration wasn’t about him. It was about the mess we were all tangled in, and the bitter truth that no amount of logic or detachment could keep me from feeling the sting of rejection. It was easier to channel my resentment toward him than confront the ache simmering under my skin—an ache born of loving a man who had given his heart to someone else.“Christine, wait!” A voice called after me, but I ignored it, pushing my legs to carry me faster. My chest tightened with every step.I didn’t have a destination. All I knew was that I needed to be anywhere but here—anywhere but trapped between Damien’s unreadable glances and Riley’s painfully genuine kindness. If she had been cruel, it would have been easier. But she wasn’t. She was everything good and selfless, and the weight of my anger had no place to land.A hand gripped my arm, halting my escape. I spun around, half expecting to see Camilla, but Ryker’s sharp gaze bore