Rejected By A Peacock, Worshipped By Three Alphas

Peacock stole my seal for an actress, pinned MY tail feather in her hair, called me dramatic. I stripped him, banished him, moved on. Ronan—seven years of silent love—I took his hand. Finn—I spoiled. Silas—I warmed. Actress was an Eagle spy.

She used him to steal the sanctum key—to seal my blood. Three suitors broke the circle. Peacock snapped his feather, bled, exiled. I held Silas's frozen hands. “Should've been you all along. Not one of you gets replaced.”