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my word, but my heart whispered that staying neutral might already be a betrayal.Over the past two days, Christine had withdrawn into herself.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
"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 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
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
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
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
**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
CAMILLA’S P.O.VThe weight of relief settled over the pack like the first quiet after a storm. With Alara locked away in the cells, the air felt lighter, almost like we could breathe again. The past three days had been the most peaceful ones we'd had in a long time. The whispers of doubt had been silenced, replaced by the cold truth—Ryker was innocent.The town knew now. They had seen the transcripts, read every damning word that confirmed Alara’s betrayal. And yet, despite everything, I couldn’t summon the shock I should have felt. If I was honest with myself, it made too much sense. The way she always lurked in shadows, slipping into places she didn’t belong. The way she carried secrets in her eyes, as if they were burning to be let out.How had I not seen it sooner?She must have been the one who spread the rumors about what happened at the waterfall with Alastair. She had nearly destroyed Ryker. I had watched the burden of that accusation weigh him down like chains, crushing him b