LOGINPOV: Caleb
She tasted like heaven and desperation, a cocktail of sweetness and raw, unadulterated need that threatened to strip me of every ounce of my sanity.
In the hazy, golden light of this dream, Gina was no longer a forbidden fruit or a complication of palace politics. She was the only thing that existed. Every time I had closed my eyes in the waking world, I had seen her—the way her lips parted when she was nervous, the curve of neck and back in the
POV: CalebShe tasted like heaven and desperation, a cocktail of sweetness and raw, unadulterated need that threatened to strip me of every ounce of my sanity.In the hazy, golden light of this dream, Gina was no longer a forbidden fruit or a complication of palace politics. She was the only thing that existed. Every time I had closed my eyes in the waking world, I had seen her—the way her lips parted when she was nervous, the curve of neck and back in the silvery dress, the scent of her skin that lingered in my nostrils long after she left the room, the electric pull of the bond that screamed at me to make her mine.Now, there was nothing to hold me back; there was only the heat of her body and the way she looked at me like I was the only man in the universe.She was beneath me, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, pulling me deep into her warmth. I broke the kiss for a heartbeat, gasping for air, my eyes scanning her flushed
I closed my eyes as his hand slid gently behind my neck and mine rested against his chest.I could feel his heartbeat; it was fast and wild. Heat flooded every nerve in my body. My lips parted instinctively. Caleb's gaze dropped to them; he leaned even closer, leaving only another inch. Then...he stopped. His entire body went rigid."No."The word sounded like it hurt. I opened my eyes. His jaw was clenched so tightly I thought his teeth might break."Caleb?"He stepped backward immediately, as if putting a distance between us physically would somehow stop whatever existed between us.His breathing remained ragged, but his silver eyes refused to meet mine."I cannot." He said instead.My heart sank. "...Cannot what?"He laughed bitterly. "My mother is right.""What?""I have responsibilities."His words landed like a slap to my cheeks as I felt a flush of embarrassment. He continued staring toward th
The banquet finally ended; it felt like a victory because I had survived a battlefield wearing silk instead of armor.The music gradually faded behind us as nobles drifted into different wings of the palace, their conversations echoing. Still, everywhere I walked, I could feel eyes following me. Some of the nobles had made small talk with the prince while pointedly ignoring the girl standing too close to the future king.Their snobbery was obvious, but I didn’t care so much and occupied myself with the delicious pastries that were passed around. I even saw Mary and the rest from the kitchen working as servers.Who would have guessed? I was once in their position a little over a month ago, but now I am here as a side piece? I don’t feel special or honored.Mary had disappeared with the other maids while Lady Lila was busy directing the other servants cleaning the grand ballroom after the celebration.That left only one person beside me. Caleb. He hadn't spoken since the banquet ended.
Caleb entered from the side pavilion. He had only intended to greet the foreign delegates before returning to his chambers.His body still hadn’t fully recovered; every movement reminded him of the need to be anywhere but here. Yet responsibilities had made that impossible.He had to show up to prove that all was well; these nobles could smell weakness from a mile away. So, for the sake of the kingdom, he needed to act the part. While moving through the crowd, he felt the familiar sensation of warmth, a hint of an olive scent.
The Moonlit Banquet. The words echoed inside my head long after the attendant had left my room.I remained seated on the edge of my bed, staring blankly at the moonlight spilling across the marble floor.It didn’t feel like an invitation at all. It felt more like an order to join a gathering of nobles in silk clothes.Bey stirred in me, stating, “You are nervous.” “I think I have every right to be,” I replied.“Good”I frowned. “Good?”“Well, a good amount of fear keeps a prey alive; having a sense of danger is important.”“Well, news flash, Bey, I am trying very hard not to be a prey”“Then stop thinking like one.”It was easy for Bey to give advice. She had claws to protect herself. What did I have to shield me from all those judgmental eyes? Maybe just confidence.A knock interrupted my thoughts, but before I could answer, four palace attendants entered. They wore immaculate silvery-red ceremonial gowns embroidered with the royal crest.Behind them was Lady Lydia. “The Queen awaits
I walked through the palace corridors long after Caleb had dismissed me, replaying every second of what had happened earlier. The moment he placed his hands on me, he suddenly stepped away as though I had burned him.The memory twisted painfully inside my chest.Watch your posture. His voice echoed inside my head, then that final, strange look. The one that carried something desperate before he turned and left.I hugged my arms around myself as I continued toward my room. "What is wrong with him?" I muttered."Nothing is wrong with him." A voice answered back. I stopped walking and looked around. The voice wasn't mine. Then I realized it was Bey. This was the first time she spoke to me so clearly, almost like another human.Being so engrossed in my thoughts, I had forgotten I was not really alone, not anymore. It was comforting to have her.“So you forgot about me, Gina, or should I call you Sheila?”I nearly jumped out of my skin at that. You know about my previous identity, too?"Wha
I could not move my limbs, and I felt drained...“She is so weak, just take her back,” Madam Istrell said in disgust, turned around, and left me with a guard.The guard carried me on his shoulder like a bag, lifting me effortlessly out of the room. I noticed Lila stayed behind. Probably to clean up
Gina POVWe were kept busy all through the queen’s event. Lila kept snapping like a she-wolf in heat. Maybe she is in heat. Who knows, with these Lycans, I don’t have much understanding of their biological makeup.By evening, the nobles invited by the royals had wined and dined, and my encounter wi
Caleb POVMy mother strong-armed me to this soirée of hers; she spends the huge palace resources just to create a fantasy meeting of me meeting an aristocratic lady of choice.I got tired of coming since it was always the same set of people with the Lycan males' usual groveling and the females' thei
Opportunities truly come, just that only the prepared get to use them.My desire to escape didn’t match up with the preparedness that I needed, but I didn’t know that then.“The palace will host a soirée tonight, it’s the Queen’s orders. Every maid is expected to help.”“Even me?” I asked, eyebrows







