Valkhara
When I woke, the room smelled like s*x, blood, and danger.
Sevrin was on one side of me, arm slung over my waist, his breathing slow but still tense like his body hadn’t stopped guarding me even in sleep. Azric lay on the other, one leg draped over mine, fingers lazily tracing the bite he’d left on my breast like he was drawing runes in my skin.
I didn’t move. Not yet.
Because beneath the haze of soreness and bond-induced satisfaction, something darker coiled in my gut.
I didn’t come here to be claimed.
I didn’t enter the Trials for a mate—let alone two.
I came to win. To survive. To earn power strong enough to protect the ones who couldn’t protect themselves. My people. My bloodline.
And here I was naked in a bed I hadn’t chosen, marked by two men I barely knew, while the
