Chapter 255 Draven . “Don’t fight it,” I said softly. “Picture my hand brushing the hair from your face. My thumb resting just here—” I touched my own lower lip as if she could feel it through the phone. “—reminding you that you’re mine.” She was quiet, but her breathing

Chapter 254 Draven. “I like that sound,” I murmured, surprising even myself with the softness of my voice. “Your laugh. You should let me hear it more often.” On the other end, Meredith fell quiet, and I imagined her cheeks warming, her lips pressed together to hide a smile. She

Chapter 253 Draven. I leaned forward, resting my forearms on my knees, and said, “I want you to follow me to Duskmoor. You will oversee the estate there.” Her brows lifted slightly, surprise breaking through her usual composure. “To Duskmoor, Alpha?” There was a small pause, then she added carefully,

Chapter 252 Draven. Oscar had barely stepped out of the study when silence settled over the room again. I went back to the stack of documents on my desk, skimming through columns of numbers, cross-checking signatures. The ledgers needed to be balanced before I left for Duskmoor. My mind was

Chapter 251 (Third Person). Margaret pressed her lips together, swallowing whatever protest had risen to her tongue. Instead, she shifted the topic. “So… when is Draven returning to Duskmoor?” “Tomorrow morning.” Her eyes widened. “That’s too soon.” Gabriel’s stare hardened, his voice dropping. “Are you suggesting Gary and Mabel shouldn’t

Chapter 250 Draven. I almost laughed. “That would defeat the entire point of the undertaking, Beta Gabriel. You don’t get to put the blame on me while simultaneously binding me to a guarantee I can’t reasonably give. Not in Duskmoor.” He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “If

Chapter 249 Meredith. Xamira eventually grew tired of drawing, setting her pencil down with a little sigh. “My lady, let’s play a building block game,” she said, her bright eyes already sparkling with excitement. I chuckled softly, unable to resist her enthusiasm. “Alright,” I said, leaning closer with a playful

Chapter 248 Meredith. ~ Duskmoor~ After breakfast, I found myself in the sunlit drawing room with Xamira, a sharpened pencil in my hand and an expectant little girl watching me like a hawk. “No, not like that. Hold it like this,” she said, her tiny fingers wrapping around mine to

Chapter 247 (Third Person). ~Stormveil~ Gabriel pushed open the bedroom door with a sharp shove, the weight of the day clinging to his shoulders like a heavy cloak. The faint scent of lavender from Margareth’s perfume lingered in the air, soft and calming—yet it did nothing to cool the heat

Chapter 246 (Third Person). The heavy door clicked shut behind Draven, sealing him away from his father’s simmering disapproval. He strode down the dim corridor toward his own private chambers, the air still charged from the confrontation. “Finally,” Rhovan’s voice rumbled in his mind, deep and edged with satisfaction. ”