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Kira's POV I felt the delicious ache all over my body as I shot him a cold stare afterward. “What have you done? How am I supposed to walk straight down the aisle?!” I shrieked.Adrian just smiled, getting off the bed like he’d won a gold medal. “That was the whole point, my love. I want you walking toward me with that ache, knowing I can be very, very useful.”I threw a pillow at him. “No one asked if you can be useful, you psycho!”He caught it effortlessly and came over, kissing my cheek sweetly. “Should I help you shower?”I almost fell for it because I was sore in the best and worst ways. But this was Adrian. A shower would never end at just a shower. I pushed him away and staggered up. “Get away from me before you ruin my legs completely! Why are you so obsessed with me?”He threw his head back and laughed…that rich, deep sound that always made my heart flip. “Because I can't help it. You're my world,” he added with a giggle.“You can. Go take self control classes,” I said and

Adrian’s POVI stared straight ahead as the massive doors to the courtyard burst open wider. A small army of men marched in…maybe twenty, maybe more…boots thudding against the polished stone floors like war drums. They were all dressed like they were coming to a battle and not a party, faces hard, eyes scanning every corner like they expected a trap. At the front, leading them like a damn general, was Tristen Ravenwood. His shoulders were squared, jaw locked so tight I could see the muscle jumping from here. Right beside him, matching his stride step for step, was Sebastian. That bastard walked like he owned the place, a smug tilt to his chin.My jaw clenched so hard my teeth ached. The air in the hallway suddenly felt too thick, heavy with the scent of polished armor, sweat, and barely contained rage. My wolf surged under my skin, pacing, snarling low in warning. ‘Easy boy,’ I told him calmly. ‘Breathe through the unease. We’ve got this.’‘What can go wrong?’ I thought sarcastic

Adrian's POV Sebastian kept approaching until we were nose to nose. His breath was hot on my face, eyes burning with possession. “I have come to collect my mate. Didn’t I warn you? I want my woman or everyone in this kingdom will taste my wrath. The only reason I held back and didn’t attack after the first time was because I am a gentleman after all. I wanted to give my mate time to cut off whatever connected her to this rotten place. My patience has run out. I have come to take her home.”My wolf snarled viciously inside, trying to surge forward and rip Sebastian’s head clean off. I clamped down hard…couldn’t afford one wrong step. Not with Kira right here. Not with her father watching.“Move out of my way,” Sebastian growled.Thomas stepped up beside me, growling low. The other men flanked us immediately. “What right do you have to lay claim on the Queen of Draven?” Thomas demanded.“She is my mate,” Sebastian spat back. “Not the Queen of Draven.”I felt Kira’s grip on my robe tig

Kira's POV The trumpets swelled like a living heartbeat as we began walking down the aisle. Golden light from a thousand candles and crystal chandeliers poured over us, turning the coronation hall into something out of a dream. Crimson and gold banners hung from the vaulted ceilings, flowers scented the air with sweet roses and jasmine, and the polished marble floor gleamed underfoot. Hundreds of faces turned toward us…alphas in formal robes, lunas in shimmering gowns, nobles dripping with jewels…all standing in respectful silence broken only by the occasional sniffle or whisper of awe.My arm stayed linked tightly with my father’s. I could feel the slight tremor in his muscles, the way his breath hitched as we began our slow walk down the long aisle. Every step echoed. My heart pounded so hard I was sure he could hear it. This was it. The moment I had both dreaded and desperately wanted.“You’re trembling,” he murmured, voice low and rough with emotion.“I’m just… happy you’re he

Kira’s POV Barely months later, the universe decided to remind me that nothing in my life would ever be normal. I was in the palace gardens, surrounded by blooming roses and the sweet scent of fresh earth after a light rain. The afternoon sun warmed my swollen belly as I waddled along the stone path, complaining to Leah in my head about how this pup was clearly trying to rearrange my organs. One minute I was reaching for a particularly pretty flower, the next a sharp, crushing pain ripped through my lower back and abdomen like lightning. “Oh shit,” I gasped, doubling over. Warm liquid trickled down my legs. “Adrian! Ad…Adrian!” He appeared almost instantly, sprinting from the nearby courtyard where he’d been training with Thomas. His face went from concerned to full-blown panic in half a second when he saw the puddle and the way I was clutching my belly. “Kira? Is it—? Are you—?” His eyes were wide, hands hovering uselessly like he didn’t know whether to touch me or