LOGINDamien POV: For three days, I had received side eye glances from Dahlia and not a peep from Arla. It was the same routine every time we stopped to make camp. Dahlia would set up camp, I would check the perimeter and Arla would ward the perimeter. I have no idea if her praying worked, but we didn't encounter any threats to prove otherwise. For three days we took turns taking watch and Arla said nothing to me, maybe she decided that it would be better to not speak at all? I don't know, I never understand her anyway and to try and get into her head would just be a migraine. "It's my watch," she said, her voice cutting through my thoughts like a blade against a whet stone. I cleared my throat, trying to swallow the dryness before I had to speak. "Yeah, uhm—" I stood up and stretched my arms over my head as I pulled at the tightness in my back. "Just get some rest, tomorrow we arrive at your pack." A pang of guilt struck my gut and my mouth went dry, "yes, the pack. Are we going to talk
Olivia POV: I followed the brooding Elouan into a hall filled with music and candle light. People were dancing together in a movement that flowed like a wave riding the notes of the instruments. I stared at Elouan's shirt, the coarse material I could almost feel, that tempted me to rub the material between my thumb and forefinger. "Would you like something to drink?" He turned to me, catching me off guard, I nodded my head silently and he left my side. I stood anxiously, feeling within and without of the crowd; easy to blend it and yet I still felt out of place. I closed my eyes and pressed my back against the cool slate wall, focusing on the physical feeling of the cold biting into my skin. "Your drink," he said and I opened my eyes to stare in his dark orbs, I reached for the glass, our fingers brushing and he shivered. "That was quick," I said taking the glass from him and bringing it to my lips. He said nothing, and stood beside me, the coarse material of his shirt brushing agai
Olivia POV: My eyes opened and I remembered everything. And more importantly, I realized everything, what the pain was, why my wolf died, everything. Silent tears leaked from the corners of my eyes as I stared at the ceiling, my jaw clenched, refusing to allow myself to crash to the ground screaming and crying. This is it. Mated, unmated, wolf, vampire, murderer and alone. I stared at the white ceiling, trying to focus on the tiny lines engraved for design purposes. "You're awake," came a voice and I rolled away from him, brushing my face into the pillow to hide my tears, "what do you want?" I asked, refusing to look at him. "I just came to check in on you, your last three meals have been returned to the kitchen and you were given sanctuary and so I have to—" I cut him off, "leave Elouan," I said, and he went quiet, "I know you are still there." I didn't want to look at the third man that had entered my life and turned it upside down. "There's a dance tonight," he said, his voice so
Damien POV: I watched her smile, her hair braided and slung over her right shoulder to display the crescent moon mark that had formed from our mating ritual. Other priestesses offered her blessings and hugs with tears in their eyes. It was clear she was beloved, but I couldn't accept what had happened. Her eyes dragged to mine with that love struck smile pasted on her face, but her eyes shadowed as she looked at me. My wolf howled in pain sensing the tension between us and I turned to busy myself with the packs, letting my mind wander back to last night. "He will accept me, we will accept each other." Her words were confident and straightforward— no arguing. She walked towards me with the grace of a predator and stared into my eyes. Her own soft dark eyes mirrored something else, maybe my own dark feelings as she moved her hair to the side revealing her unmarked skin. "I accept you." She said, her words straight forward and my wolf took over as the bond tightened like a physical b
Damien POV:My body swayed from where I was sitting, the wine was sweet and the other priestesses danced around the sensual flames that caused beads of sweat to drip down my neck. I brought my cup to my lips again, my eyes fixed to the copper skinned dancer, her body looked like it belonged to the flames. "Damien," said Dahlia sitting down next to me, I turned regrettably to face my sister, peeling my eyes away from the temptress before me. "What's up?" I said, trying to act casual, "we need to return to our own pack." I noticed her fingers fidgeting slightly with her white dress. "Why?" I asked, keeping my eyes focused on her. "It's the pack, it's in trouble. Dimitri," she took a deep breath and grabbed my cup before taking a deep drink, her cheeks and neck blushing. "I assume this is probably your first time drinking." She smiled sheepishly, "anyway, what were you saying?" I prompted, and she nodded, "Dimitri is going to destroy the pack." She sat my cup down, and I swallowed, my ey
Dimitri POV: "My lord," greeted a guard as he bowed his head, "we are glad for your return." I nodded, "shall I send for the servants?" He asked in his cool voice, "no," I said as I looked at the gardened palace next to my own home. "I think I won't be returning until early." I made my way through the rose brimmed garden to the stone walls of my harem. I wanted— needed a release. I walked through the iron gates that were draped with dark green vines that blossomed with purple flowers, the sweet scent gushing through my nostrils as I push open the heavy gates. Immediately I am met with the sounds of rustling fabric as four women appear. "Mereen, Gia, Ashlyn and Sina." I greeted them, and they bowed their heads, the gold band around their upper arms, glinting with the large ruby encrusted into it. "My lord," cooed Mereen, "it has been so long." The others mirrored her words with their head bowed. I glanced at all of them. Mereen with her midnight black hair, sensual lips and ample bre
Damien POV:I rolled over, and for once I didn't wake up with unbearable pain. My hand grazed the empty space next to me. The sheet cold from the body that had long gone. I sat up abruptly, my hand still pressed against the cold sheet. Her scent was everywhere, on me, around me—everywhere. I swung
Olivia POV:I watched him sleep. For the first time since I’d known Damien, there was no tension carved into his face, no shadow of pain tightening his jaw. His breathing was slow, even, the rise and fall of his chest steady beneath my cheek. He looked younger like this. Softer. Human in a way that
Olivia POV:I felt the buzzing again as my eyes flew open, the sensation crawling beneath my skin like static. My fingers were locked tight around the dagger’s hilt, the sapphires warm now—too warm—as if they had been resting against my pulse instead of cold metal.I sucked in a sharp breath and pu
Damien POV:I opened my eyes and sat up. Immediately I could feel the difference in me. It was quiet. The kind of quiet I hadn’t felt since the day my wolf first surfaced—no growling, no pacing, no tearing at my insides demanding Olivia, demanding mate. Just… silence.My chest rose and fell without







