Category: Romance

Chapter 15 KIERAN I shouldn’t be following her. I’ve spent the entire opening ceremony fighting the urge to cross the arena and demand answers. That pull, that connection I felt the moment our eyes met, it shouldn’t exist. I rejected her five years ago. Severed the bond completely. It should be dead, buried, forgotten. But

SERAPHINA I smooth my hands over the deep emerald silk of my gown, checking my reflection one final time before leaving my chambers. The dress is formal enough for a royal representative but practical enough to move in, high neckline, long sleeves, fitted bodice that flows into a fuller skirt. Mother insisted on the color,

SERAPHINA The contractions started three hours ago. I’ve been hiding in these chambers since my belly started to show, living behind the lie that I’m too traumatized from my time in the North to face the court. Father announced it with such conviction that no one dared question him. They have no idea what I’ve

Chapter 11 SERAPHINA The journey back to the Eastern Kingdom takes five days. I spend them sitting in the cramped carriage, watching the landscape change from snow-covered mountains to the rolling green hills of home. The driver doesn’t speak to me except to indicate when we’re stopping for the night. No courtesy, no “Your Highness,”

Chapter 10 SERAPHINA I wake to the feeling of being watched. The mate bond awareness prickles at my consciousness—I can sense him in the room even before I open my eyes. Last night we finally stopped fighting what our wolves demanded. Not because we wanted each other, but because eight days of resisting the pull

Chapter 9SERAPHINA His mouth crashes onto mine, and the world explodes. It’s not gentle. Not soft. His hand is fisted in my hair, holding me in place, and his kiss is demanding, almost violent. His other hand grips my hip hard enough to bruise, pulling me against him. I should push him away. Should fight

  SERAPHINA The first week passes in isolation. Food arrives three times a day, brought by silent guards who won’t meet my eyes. The meals are simple but filling: bread, cheese, stew, sometimes fruit. It’s more food than I’ve seen in days, and I eat every bite, feeling my strength slowly return. I wash in