LOGINRosemary's POV By the time the sun began to dip below the tree line, painting the sky in deep shades of burnt orange and purple, I made my way back to our private suite. My heart fluttered with a nervous, happy anticipation. I pushed the heavy oak doors open, and the scent of the grand woods and rich mahogany instantly enveloped me. Kieran was already there. He had discarded his formal leather cape and dark tunic, wearing only a loose black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms. He was leaning over a grand mahogany desk covered in maps and scrolls, his brow deeply furrowed. The moment the door clicked shut, his golden eyes snapped up. The cold, calculating Alpha King vanished instantly, replaced by a gaze so filled with warmth it made my knees weak. "Hey, little one," he murmured, his voice a low, rough baritone. "Hey," I whispered. I didn't wait for him to cross the room. I walked straight to him, my soft blue gown brushing against his boots as I stepped right into
Rosemary's POV The soft, warm rays of the morning sun were high in the sky when I finally opened my eyes. I rolled over on the massive bed, my hand instinctively reaching out for the comforting warmth of my mate, but the sheets beside me were already cool. Kieran was gone. A small, neat note sat on his pillow, written in his bold, heavy handwriting: *Had to handle the elders in the council room, little one. Eat breakfast. I love you.* I stared at the parchment, my heart stopping for a brief, breathless second. *I love you.* He had never actually said those words aloud before. He had shown it in every single thing he did—in the gentle way he touched my skin, the private training room he built to protect my dignity, and the fierce way he shielded me from the judging eyes of the elders. His actions had always screamed his devotion, but seeing those three words written in his steady hand made something beautiful completely burst inside my chest. A soft, radiant smile touched my lips
Kieran's POV The morning light cut sharply through the heavy velvet curtains, casting long, golden lines across the grand bed.I woke up slow, a profound sense of absolute peace settling deep within my chest. My wolf was completely quiet, curled up in a state of pure, contented satisfaction that he hadn’t felt in years. I shifted slightly, my arm tightening around the small waist tucked securely against my side.Rosemary was fast asleep, her face buried in my chest. Her breathing was deep and rhythmic, her soft skin radiating a gentle, comforting heat. I looked down at her bare shoulder, my eyes immediately locking onto the fresh mark near her collarbone. The obsidian wolf sat proudly on the curve of her silver crescent moon, its neck arched and its head turned permanently toward the sky. It was completely healed, a perfect, dark contrast against her smooth skin.She was mine. My fated mate, my first, and my official Queen.I kissed the top of her dark hair gently, trying not to dist
Kieran's POV The fire from her kiss rushed straight into my veins, obliterating the last remaining bit of my rational restraint.My wolf was pacing violently at the surface of my skin, roaring in absolute triumph. For five long years, he had been a solitary beast, ruling over an empire of shadows. But tonight, the moonlight had brought him a queen. A magnificent, pure white match that filled every dark corner of our soul with a blinding, fierce heat.I broke the kiss for just a fraction of a second, my breath rattling in my throat as I looked down at her. Rosemary was completely radiant. Her cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, and her eyes—usually so timid and careful—shone with a striking, absolute certainty. The dark velvet sheet she had been holding slipped completely from her fingers, pooling like a shadow around her bare feet on the stone floor."Kieran," she whispered, her voice a soft, breathless plea that completely broke me."I've got you, little one," I growled softly, my v
Rosemary's POV The private suite was quiet, save for the crackle of the fireplace and the heavy sound of our breathing. Kieran’s massive hands were still trembling against my cheeks. His golden eyes searched mine with a mix of intense wonder, confusion, and a tiny hint of hurt.I looked up at him, keeping the dark velvet sheet pulled tightly around my bare shoulders. I could feel his wolf pacing restlessly just beneath his skin, desperate for answers."I'm sorry, Kieran," I whispered softly, my voice breaking the silence. "I know I kept it from you. But I had to.""How long have you known, Rosemary?" he asked, his rough voice dropping into a low, breathless rasp. "A first shift doesn't just happen like that. Not with a wolf like her. Who is she?""Her name is Celine," I said, leaning my head slightly into his warm palm. "And I met her three nights ago. In a dream."Kieran’s brow furrowed, his grip tightening just a fraction. "Three nights ago? The night before we started training?"I
Kieran's POV For five years, my wolf had ruled this territory with an iron fist, completely convinced that nothing in this world could ever truly surprise him. He was a creature of war, of blood, and of cold, hard logic.But the moment the air exploded with that white-hot wave of ancient energy, my wolf went completely silent, dropping to his knees inside my mind.I stared down at the creature standing at the base of the sacred oak, my heart hammering so violently against my ribs I thought it would burst. The fragile, unshifted girl from the Silver Moon kitchens was gone. Standing in her place was a magnificent, breathtaking beast. Her coat was the color of fresh, untouched winter snow—a pure, solid marble white that seemed to absorb the pale moonlight. She was massive, her shoulders nearly level with mine, radiating a quiet, crushing dignity that made the entire pack's collective aura bend toward her instinctively.A white wolf. A myth from the old scrolls. A sacred bloodline we all







