Se connecterDominic didn't stop until they reached Lyra's bedroom door.Lyra spent the entire walk trying not to look at the servants they passed, her face burning with embarrassment every time she caught one of them smiling knowingly.Dominic never seemed bothered by the attention. His stride remained steady and unhurried, as though carrying her through the palace was the most natural thing in the world.When they reached her room, he nudged the door open with one hand before carefully lowering her onto her feet. The instant her left foot touched the floor, she instinctively leaned onto the other.Dominic frowned."Sit."Lyra looked up at him." I'm fine."He gave her a look that made it obvious he believed none of it. Without another word, he walked toward the adjoining bathroom. Lyra watched him disappear through the doorway, puzzled.A moment later, he returned carrying a polished wooden first-aid box. He set the box on the bedside table before kneeling in front of her.The sight alone made
The music continued to drift gracefully through the ballroom as Dominic guided Lyra across the polished dance floor.Somewhere along the way, she had forgotten about the hundreds of eyes that had terrified her at the beginning of the evening. She no longer worried about whether she was making a mistake or whether the nobles were whispering about her behind their backs. All she could hear was the orchestra, and all she could focus on was the man leading her through every step with quiet confidence.Whenever she hesitated, Dominic adjusted his pace without making it obvious. Whenever she missed a step, he effortlessly matched it, making it seem as though it had been part of the dance all along.Before long, she found herself laughing.It wasn't the polite smile she had forced herself to wear throughout the evening.It was genuine."I thought you said you had two left feet," she teased after nearly spinning into him.Dominic's lips curved into a smile."I might have exaggerated a little.
The kitchen at the Gamma’s quarters smelled faintly of vanilla and freshly baked pastries.Vivienne perched comfortably on one of the tall stools surrounding the marble island while Valeria disappeared into the freezer before returning with two generous bowls of ice cream."I hope you like vanilla," Valeria said, sliding one of the bowls toward her.Vivienne's eyes lit up."I like any kind of ice cream."Valeria laughed as she settled onto the stool opposite her."I knew inviting you here was the right decision.""I still can't believe you did." Vivienne scooped up her first spoonful and sighed happily after tasting it. "Thank yo
Vivienne lay on her bed with her hands tucked beneath her head, staring at the ceiling for what felt like the hundredth time.Sleep refused to come.Although the guest room was larger than any bedroom she had ever slept in, it somehow felt far too quiet. Beyond the closed door stretched a maze of palace corridors occupied by guests who had all gone to the Royal Ball, leaving this entire wing almost deserted.Only the distant sound of music reminded her that the palace was still very much awake.She smiled to herself as another melody drifted faintly through the open window."So that's what a Royal Ball sounds like."Just then, her phone vibrated on the bedside table.
A strange uneasiness settled over Lyra's chest before her mind understood what her eyes were seeing.To everyone else, it probably looked as though he had simply paused in the middle of his speech.But Lyra felt it.An inexplicable panic tightened around her heart, stealing the breath from her lungs. She couldn't explain why, nor did she have time to question it. Her gaze locked onto Dominic just as his hand tightened around the edge of the podium and the microphone slipped from his grasp.The sharp screech that followed echoed through the ballroom.Gasps rippled across the hall.Dominic swayed.Before anyone else could react, Lyra was already moving.Her chair scraped loudly against the marble floor as she hurried toward the podium. She barely noticed the hundreds of eyes following her. The only thing she could see was Dominic struggling to remain on his feet.His legs finally gave out.Instead of crashing to the floor, he fell into her arms.His head dropped against her shoulder, on
Dominic and Lyra settled into their seats at the center of the royal table as the applause gradually faded around the ballroom. Servants moved quietly between the tables, refilling glasses and clearing away empty plates while soft conversations rose once again from every corner of the hall.Although the guests had returned to their meals, Lyra could still feel their eyes drifting toward the royal table every few moments. Some smiled openly when she happened to glance their way. Others whispered behind raised wine glasses, their curiosity barely concealed.She tried not to think about it.Instead, she lowered her eyes to the plate before her, forcing herself to take another bite even though her appetite had long disappeared.Across the ballroom, however, another pair of eyes refused to leave her.Luna Lydia hadn't touched her meal in several minutes. The fork rested forgotten in her hand as she stared at the young woman seated beside the Alpha King.No matter how many times Lydia looke
Dominic had always hated the pageantry that came with his title, but the Ashbourne pack’s attempt to impress him was especially suffocating. Even the guards at the entrance stood a little too stiffly, their eyes skittering past his face as they bowed and ushered him inside. He imagined they half-e
Alpha King Dominic woke with a smile on his face.For the first few seconds, he simply lay there, staring up at the canopy above him. Sunlight filtered through the branches, mixing with the fading silver glow of the full moon. The cool morning air carried the scent of pine and damp earth, and for a
Lyra didn't stop running until the forest began to thin and the familiar outline of her home appeared through the trees.The forest seemed different in the daylight.Less frightening.More familiar.Yet every step she took only made her thoughts race faster. How was she supposed to explain the mark
Without thinking, Lyra took a step back. She stumbled as her boot heel caught the edge of the rock, and her balance failed her. A startled cry escaped her as she fell into the pool. Cold water closed over her head.Laughter erupted from the three rogues on the shore.Lyra surfaced, gasping, water s







