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Chapter 11. Anxiety.

Naya’s POV Two days. It had been two days since the incident, and I hadn’t even caught a glimpse of Kieran. Not his face, not his shadow, nothing. The first morning after that night, I had assumed he was simply giving me space. Maybe he needed time to himself, to process everything that had happened. I understood that. But when breakfast passed in silence, and the second day rolled by without so much as a passing glance, my patience wore thin. I sat at the long dining table, picking at the food on my plate, my appetite nonexistent. The room was oppressively quiet, the only sound the occasional clink of silverware against porcelain. Across from me, Kieran sat, focused intently on his meal. His posture was rigid, his movements precise—too precise, as if he were deliberately concentrating on everything except me. I stole a glance at him, waiting, hoping he would finally say something. A simple good morning, a nod of acknowledgment—anything. Nothing. I pressed my lips t
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Chapter 12. Drunk Feelings.

Kieran’s POVThe cave was silent except for the slow, steady drip of water echoing through the stone walls. The air was damp and thick with the scent of earth and something ancient. I sat near the entrance, my body still tense, my mind a battlefield of warring thoughts. I had lost control. Again. I clenched my fists, my nails biting into my palms. I could still taste Seth’s blood on my tongue, still hearing the wet crunch of his bones snapping under my jaws. The thrill, the rush—it had consumed me entirely. And in that moment, I had been nothing but the beast. Naya had tried to stop me. I almost killed her. The thought sent a fresh wave of nausea rolling through me. Naya—wounded by my own hands. I exhaled sharply, forcing the memories down. A rustle of movement behind me drew my attention. I didn’t turn as a figure stepped into the dim light of the cave. "A troubled mind," the woman mused, her voice laced with amusement. "How… unusual for you." I glanced at her. Th
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Chapter 13. A Grown Man's Tears.

Kieran’s POV Shuddering lightly, I shook my head.I needed to clear my head. The scent of alcohol clung to Naya, mixing with the soft, familiar lavender that always wrapped around me whenever she was near. But there was something stronger tonight—something in the way she looked at me, eyes hazy yet sharp, filled with raw emotion that burned right through my restraint. I exhaled slowly, pressing my palms against the mattress beneath me to ground myself. “What the hell are you doing, Naya?” My voice came out rougher than I intended, my body tense beneath hers. She blinked at me, her brows pulling together in a frown as if trying to process my words. “I—” she started, then paused. A tipsy giggle escaped her lips as she swayed slightly in her position straddling my waist. “Kieran, you—you talk too much.” My jaw clenched. “You’re drunk.” She grinned. “Maybe.” I sighed, gripping the sheets tighter to keep my hands from doing something reckless—like grabbing her and-. “
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Chapter 14. Talk Dirty to me.

Naya’s POV I kissed him with everything I had. My lips crushed against his, raw and desperate, pouring every ounce of emotion I had bottled up inside. I didn’t care if I was being reckless. I didn’t care if I was drunk or if I’d regret this in the morning. All I knew was that I loved him. And I needed him to know. Kieran froze for half a second—just long enough for my heart to hammer in fear that he might push me away. Then, he snapped. A deep growl rumbled from his chest as his hands tightened around my waist. He yanked me closer, molding my body against his, and then he kissed me back—hard. I gasped against his lips, my fingers tangling in his dark hair as he devoured me. His mouth was hot, demanding, full of frustration and need. I moaned softly, and the sound seemed to undo him. Kieran’s grip became almost bruising as he pulled me onto his lap, his large hands pressing into my back, keeping me flush against him. His lips moved against mine with growing urge
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Chapter 15. Intoxication.

Naya's PovKieran wasn’t just kissing me. He was claiming me, consuming me, making sure I knew exactly how much he wanted me. A whimper slipped past my lips, and he groaned, his grip tightening. “Tell me to stop,” he rasped against my lips. I exhaled shakily. “I won’t.” A curse left his lips before he devoured me again, his hands sliding lower, exploring, teasing— God I was going to go mad.Kieran hovered over me, his bright eyes dark with something I had never seen before—something wild, unrestrained. His breath came out ragged, his body taut with tension, as if he were fighting an unseen war within himself. I didn’t want him to fight it. I arched up, pressing myself against him, my fingers tracing the sharp lines of his jaw. “Don’t stop.” His muscles tensed beneath my touch. A sharp exhale left his lips before he suddenly grabbed my chin, tilting my head back. His gaze flickered over my face, searching as if looking for hesitation—a reason to stop. I gave him
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Chapter 16. Guests.

Naya’s POV A soft sigh left my lips as I stirred awake, my limbs stretching lazily beneath the covers. A delicious ache settled deep in my muscles, a warmth that reminded me of exactly what had happened last night. My eyes blinked open slowly, adjusting to the dim morning light filtering through the large bedroom windows. For a brief moment, I was confused—the heavy weight draped over my waist, the warmth pressed against my back, the faint scent of cedar and musk wrapping around me like a cocoon. Then, his arm tightened. I sucked in a sharp breath as I felt Kieran’s strong arm pull me closer, his bare chest molding perfectly against my back. His steady breathing tickled my ear, sending a wave of shivers down my spine. Oh. A rush of heat flooded my face as memories from the previous night came crashing back. The way he touched me. The way he whispered my name like a prayer. The way he claimed me. I bit my lip, trying to suppress the giddy smile threatening to sprea
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Chapter 17. Drugged

Naya's POV I didn’t react. I didn’t let my face show anything but quiet neutrality as I excused myself from Lucien’s presence. A flicker of amusement crossed his expression, as if he expected me to shrink beneath his gaze—to lower my head and submit like the Omega he thought I was. But I did neither. Instead, I turned on my heel and walked away. I could still feel his gaze boring into my back, but I didn’t stop. My heart pounded in my chest, my skin crawling from his lingering presence. As I reached my room, I closed the door behind me and let out a slow breath. I couldn’t let this escalate. Kieran had worked too hard to establish diplomatic relations, and the last thing I wanted was to be the reason it crumbled. So I made a decision. I would avoid Lucien. I would stay out of his way, keep myself occupied, and wait for Kieran to return. Even if it meant biting my tongue, I wouldn’t cause a scene. At least, that was the plan. --- Lucien didn’t make avoida
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Chapter 18. Miscarriage.

Naya's POV The first thing I noticed was the cold. It seeped into my skin, chilling me from the inside out. My body felt heavy, my limbs sluggish, my breaths slow and shallow. I tried to move, but a strange numbness held me captive. Something was wrong. I blinked groggily, my vision swimming as I attempted to make sense of my surroundings. I wasn't in the courtyard anymore, rather I had been moved to one of the many indistinguishable guest rooms in the Manor.My hands clenched on the foreign sheets I was laid in.I pushed past the bile that wanted to rise in my throat at the thought of someone moving my unconscious body here.The place was dark, the only source of light coming from the moon filtering through the curtains. The scent of the tea still lingered on my tongue, now bitter, almost metallic. And then I heard it. Footsteps. Slow. Measured. Approaching. A sickening sense of déjà vu coiled in my gut. I felt trapped. Vulnerable. Hunted. Far too familiar
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