LOGIN🍃 Arria POV I woke slowly. Hazily. Drifting out of a beautiful dream about blue flowers and a man of steel protecting them with his life. Not just any man—my mate. A soft smile spread over my face. Fenrir had that terrifying ability to make me fall for him a little more every single day. I snuggled closer and brushed my nose over his neck, taking in his scent. It was addictive. And I was sleepy. So when my fingers started drawing lazy patterns over his back, moving lower and lower, it had nothing to do with a conscious decision. It was just the need to feel him. Unhurriedly, I reached the hem of his shirt and pulled it up. At first, it was barely a touch. A whisper of my fingertips over him. But his skin was warm and taut over muscle, and he did not stir, so my palm flattened on his back. Mine. The thought settled deep inside me, and I resumed my absentminded exploration of the hard lines beneath his skin. A work of art. That was what he was. I had seen h
🍃 Arria POV “Then I will have to keep proving myself worthy of such sacrifice,” he said, warmth hidden under his usual calm. “Let’s go to the meadow for a late lunch, and we will do the work later.” “Are you sure we have time for this?” He just gave me his usual I-know-what-I-am-talking-about look. “Okay then.” We took one of the baskets with food I had been given and some water, and we left the house. The walk was easy. We did not talk about poisons or reconstruction. He asked about my day at school, and I told him about it and about one specific child who had proudly shown me a seedling planted upside down and insisted it was simply “thinking differently.” Fenrir’s mouth twitched a few times, but he kept silent and listened with interest. “By the end, he had almost convinced me it was possible,” I finished with a smile just before we entered the meadow. Fenrir walked straight toward the far end, where we usually settled in—under the patterned shade of one particular sycam
🍃 Arria POV I saw the pile of folders awaiting Fenrir’s review and signature while he was carrying me upstairs. So, after taking a bath, I went downstairs to help him with the paperwork. He was hunched over the kitchen table, working. It was obvious he was uncomfortable there, but he kept doing it anyway. I did not need to ask why—he had started coming the day after I told him his office did not have enough space for both of us and that I would be working from here. It warmed my heart to know he preferred my presence over the comfort of his own working space, but it could not go on like this any longer. I stepped behind the chair he was sitting on and slipped my hands around his neck and over his chest. “We should think of another way,” I told him. “The table is not suitable for someone as big as you.” He signed the page he was reading, put everything down, and placed his warm palms over my arms. “It took you a whole week to take pity on me,” he said matter-of-factly. I sti
🌘 Fenrir POV There was a knock at the front door.Greg.“Come in,” I invited him.“Morning,” he started speaking from the door, not even waiting to reach the kitchen. “We finished for today.”It was Saturday.No meetings.No reports planned.Still, he was here.That meant news.“Morning,” I said and raised my head to meet his gaze.He held it for a few seconds, then broke the contact, lowering his head.Guilty.I had triggered him with my command yesterday.I had expected the results today.Had he overdone it?‘Did he hurt Arria?’ Alaric rumbled in my mind.“Arria’s decision to take the poison is too risky,” he started. “I know you agreed with it but I…”So, he thought I had somehow settled with her decision.I had not.But she would have taken everything I said as overprotectiveness on my side.So I had found another way.I used him.Gregory might look easy on the surface, but he was one hell of an opponent.When he believed something, he was relentless.Jokes, punches, or logic,
Apparently, it was time to put Fenrir’s advice into use.After that day, when he told me I would have to break Greg’s sequences instead of waiting for an opening, I had been seriously analysing how to do it.And I had come to the conclusion that there was only one possible way.But first, I would try my luck and see if I could catch him off guard.Greg attacked.The first strike came from the right.I ducked.The second came lower.I stepped back.Then his weight shifted onto his left hip.That was what I had been waiting for—a side kick.Instead of retreating, I moved in.Sideways.Wrong direction for survival.Right direction for surprise.His leg cut toward me, but I blocked from an angle he had not expected and used the force of his own strike to push his balance off center.At the same time, I drove my elbow toward him.For one impossible heartbeat, I thought I had him.I did not.He stepped back just enough and twisted his body away from my strike before it could land.I glared
The next morning.Greg was different.I felt it before I understood it.There was no teasing smile.No lazy comment.No exaggerated bow.No dramatic complaint about being forced to train me.He only stepped into the improvised ring, rolled his shoulders once, and looked at me.“Ready?”I nodded.He moved.Fast.Too fast.His fist stopped a breath away from my cheek.I froze.“Again,” he said.Then he attacked.Every step.Every turn.Every elegant shift of his body showed me exactly how easy it would be to defeat me.He did not hit me.Not once.He kept the rule.But somehow, that made it worse.His fist stopped a hairbreadth from my face.His elbow passed close enough to my ribs for my body to feel the threat of it.His knee cut toward my stomach and stopped before impact.I blocked one strike, missed the second, and barely twisted away from the third.“Why—” I dodged a hook from the left. “Are you angry?”Nothing in his expression suggested he had heard me.He kept pushing me back.
Chapter 6 The whip lay coiled on the stone bench beside Aron. For a moment, no one moved. The evening air felt colder than it should have been. The courtyard walls trapped the silence, pressing it down over all of us. I wanted to scream. To tell them how unfair it all was. How none of it had ev
🌘 Fenrir POV“Who gave it to you?” Arria asked.“A trusted source.”
A year later. Sixteen. The age when a wolf answers. The clearing was filled once again. Torches circled the altar. Warriors lined the perimeter. Children were lifted onto shoulders. My father’s voice carried across the gathering. “Tonight, our future steps fully into her power.” Cheers erupte
The moment my feet left the edge, the world fell silent. There was only wind. And peace. For one fragile heartbeat, I was free. Like a bird. Then something slammed into me from behind. Arms. Hard. Unforgiving. The impact hurled me sideways instead of down. Wood splintered. Something inside m







