MasukAlonso CorleoneThe hours slipped by far faster than I would have liked.Time, in the middle of a she-wolf's heat, isn't measured in minutes.It's measured in heartbeats, in the weight of the air, and in the intoxicating scent of musk and desire that had begun seeping through every crack in the manor.I'd fallen asleep from sheer exhaustion.A mistake my instincts were quick to condemn.The fatigue from the previous days, the strain of protecting her, and the emotional toll of watching her battle her own nature had finally caught up with me, dragging me into a heavy, dreamless sleep.I awoke in the worst possible way.A deep growl ripped me from unconsciousness.It wasn't a sound any human throat could make.A split second later came the deafening crash of something being torn apart—wood splintering, glass exploding against marble.The noise echoed through the stone walls of the room until it became a declaration of war.My eyes flew open.A freezing jolt raced down my spine, snapping
Alonso CorleoneThe crimson glow of the runes rippled across the chamber door with a deep, resonant hum. One after another, the magical barriers sealed themselves over the solid wood until it became an impenetrable wall.The last symbol flared brightly before slowly fading, leaving behind an eerie silence inside the room.Only then did I realize the problem. I instinctively grabbed the doorknob and twisted.It didn't budge.I shoved the door harder.Nothing.A curse slipped from my lips as I tried again."Alonso!" Peter's voice echoed from the other side.I slammed my fist against the door. "I'm here!""Can you get out?"I clenched my jaw and stared at the shimmering barrier covering the frame. Emma's magic was flawless.Not even Ankor could break it."No."Silence followed for a couple of seconds.Then the Queen spoke, her voice firm."Then stay there."I frowned. "What?""If we remove the barriers, her scent will spread through the entire palace again."Another roar shook the castle
Alonso CorleoneI always believed I was ready for any threat. My entire life, for as long as I can remember, has been one continuous training. I've faced assassins in dark alleyways, coups orchestrated by brilliant and twisted minds, traitors who sat at my own table, and wars that stained our borders red. I had looked death in the eye and smiled at it, confident in my strength and Ankor's. But nothing prepared me for what was about to happen. No tactics manual, no lesson from my father, not even the oldest instincts of my bloodline warned me about how fragile control becomes when fate decides to claim its place.Nothing prepared me for this.It all started with a simple shift in the air, something so subtle only someone with extremely sharpened senses could have caught it. We were gathered in the palace's great hall, a space of marble and gold humming with the murmur of powerful voices. We were going over the final details of the tournament, a competition meant to be a display of stren
Maddison Spencer – Bennett.I woke with the bitter taste of distrust stuck to my tongue.It wasn't just physical exhaustion after the Masquerade Ball; it was something deeper, a dissonant vibration that seemed to have seeped into my dreams.During the night, the shadows of my room whispered things I didn't want to hear.I'd seen Alonso pulling away from me, his loyalty turned into a chain of suffocating jealousy. I'd seen Vladimir savoring my blood not as an offering, but as a conquest. And Sokaris... Sokaris looked at me with the indifference of a god already bored with his mortal toy.Maddie, don't listen to them. They're just echoes… but they feel so real, Kallie whimpered from a corner of my mind.She, who was always my compass, felt disoriented, caught in a web of excessive lust and a fear of betrayal that wasn't even ours.The palace's atmosphere, once buzzing with preparation, now felt thick, charged with energy trying to tear us apart.I felt like every glance from my guardians
Emma Spencer.The air still burned in my lungs, a vivid, stinging sensation that reminded me that, until very recently, that same air had been denied to me.Being dead is an experience you don't forget, no matter how hard magic tries to erase the traces of the crossing to the other side.It isn't absolute darkness, nor is it blinding light; it's a deafening silence, a suspension of being where time stretches and contracts like an elastic band.There are no sounds, no smells, only a bare consciousness floating in a void that seems to devour identity itself, bit by bit, until nothing remains but the memory of a heartbeat.And then, the pull.The violent return to flesh, to pain, to the weight of a crown that never feels heavier than when one has come close to letting it fall forever.The soul, which had grown used to the lightness of infinity, suddenly finds itself chained again to bone, to blood, and to the responsibility of a life that no longer feels like the same one.I touched my ch
Maddison Spencer–BennettThe mirror before me no longer reflected the Maddison I once knew.The girl who had hidden behind books and shadows at the Academy was gone, replaced by a woman carrying the weight of one kingdom—or several—upon her shoulders.My gown, a masterpiece of crimson silk that flowed like liquid blood, clung to my body like a second skin. Silver embroidery intertwined with black lace adorned the neckline and sleeves, lending me an air of dangerous elegance.My ladies-in-waiting had spent hours arranging my hair into an intricate updo that left my neck exposed, where Alonso's mark glowed with a light of its own—a constant reminder of my first bond.Kallie purred inside my mind, thrilled by the energy pulsing throughout the palace.Look at you... Even goddesses couldn't compete with you tonight. You have a god, a vampire king, and an Alpha wolf at your feet. And now this Santino... there's something about him that's putting me on edge—but in the best possible way.I si
Maddison Spencer-Bennett.I frowned, confused. What the hell was she doing here? Who invited her? Why are Mom and Alonso in defensive mode? What is she planning now?As I am so clear that, if my Aunt Wilma is here, nothing good will come. I still have memories of when I was five years old, and she hel
Maddison Spencer-Bennett.For a second, I felt like I was dead. A sharp pain invaded my entire body, while a piercing sound overwhelmed my ears.I tried to get back up, with great difficulty, while I saw Alonso was trying to tell me something. I could see his lips moving, but I heard nothing. That com
Third point of view.The question that was on everyone’s mind and there was no answer. Alonso had sworn to Maddison that nothing had happened, and she believed him, so seeing the news left her shocked.“I already remembered what happened. Start explaining, Alonso. Did you get Crystal pregnant?”Alonso
Alonso Corleone. The second I heard the queen say that I had to meet Crystal, I knew I was going to live in a fucking hell... I had no intention of seeing her again, but now I had to meet her. Argh! It was hard enough handling with my insecurity regarding Maddison and her other mates without also ha







