Chapter: 133 - Libra’s ChainsPelin’s POV My breath hitched as I felt my body lift, helpless, my hands and feet locked in place by an unseen force. I tried to reach for Manolya but she was long gone. I couldn’t move or even scream. The silence was unbearable. I watched Libra drift closer, her presence pressing in on me until it felt like the air itself was judging me. My heart pounded so hard I thought it might burst through my ribs. Then she raised her hand. A silk ribbon slipped over my eyes, cool and soft as it wrapped around my vision, plunging me into darkness. Panic flared instantly. I tried to fight it, tried to move, but my body refused to obey. I felt her breath next against my hot skin. A gentle exhale against her palm, and then something light scattered over my face. Stardust. The moment it touched me, my mind lurched. My thoughts fractured, slipping away from my control. I felt my eyes roll back as the spell took hold, white-hot fear tearing through me as reality warped and twisted.
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Chapter: 132 - Libra’s TrialManolya’s POV My heart hammered against my ribs as we fell, seconds stretching into pure agony. The air tore past us, ripping the breath from my lungs. Above us, Artemis floated effortlessly, crossing her legs as if she were settling into a throne instead of watching us plummet. “You witch, make us stop falling!” I hissed through clenched teeth. “As you wish, little girl,” Artemis replied, amused, that familiar madness gleaming in her eyes. A chill crawled up my spine as the small animals clinging to her marble skin and flowing dress began to roar and shriek. “Hold on to my hand Pelin!” I screamed her way as she frantically tried to inch closer to me while still falling freely. “Hold on to my hand, Pelin!” I screamed, reaching for her as she struggled to inch closer to me while still falling freely. “I’m trying!” she yelled back, panic cracking her voice. “Manolya, I can’t slow down!” My chest tightened, breath shallow and frantic, as Artemis slowly cupped her dark fingers t
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Chapter: 131 - Step Into FireManolya’s POV “Stay alert,” I warned, scanning the environment. The pools were everywhere now, limiting our movement and cutting off potential escape routes. “She’s setting us up for something bad!.” Pelin nodded, gripping her weapon tightly as the oppressive silence pressed down on us. Then, from the far side of the astral plane, a thick fog began to roll in. “This is my dearest darling, Virgo!” Artemis sang unseen from above. “I’m sure you will enjoy her company!” My heart pounded as the shadowy figure of Virgo, The Virgin, emerged from the mist. She was stunning, with long, flowing purple hair and a crown encrusted with gems that sparkled like distant stars. Her white gown clung to her form, exuding an air of purity that seemed almost holy. But as she moved, dipping her hands into the poisoned pools, I realized how wrong that image was. The purity was only a lie. Her dress darkened, black tendrils spreading through the fabric like ink in water. When she stood uprig
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Chapter: 130 - The Astral PlaneManolya’s POV She was slumped against the tree, blood soaking through her black combat attire , with her breath ragged. The arrow still in place. “Don’t move! I’ll get it out,” I said, my hands trembling as I grabbed the shaft. She groaned, clenching her teeth. “Just… do it! One…two…three!” I took a firm grip and pulled. The arrow slid free with a sickening sound, and Pelin gasped sharply. Without hesitation, I pressed my palm against the wound. “Natural healing!” I commanded, calling on the forest around us. The trees rustled. The scent of wet leaves and earth thickened in the air. Power surged up through my fingers, drawn from the moss, the roots, the pulse of magical life beneath us. Green light shimmered faintly beneath my hand. Pelin shivered, her lashes fluttering as the pain dulled. The blood slowed and the wound closed up. “I’ve got you,” I sobbed. She gripped my wrist. “Thanks, now let’s go!” But I wasn’t moving. Artemis floated beautiful in the air, silent and
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Chapter: 129 - The ForestManolya’s POV I couldn’t help it. I looked back only to see Sagittarius thundering forward behind us on his four hooves. His lower half gleamed with the metallic sheen of a horse, Akhal-Teke gold, smooth and glimmering. His upper body was human, muscular, with tousled blonde locks. His eyes were a cold blue steel hue. He saw me looking, smirked and shouted, “Thousand Arrows!” Then he multiplied into a hundred riders. “Manolya!” Pelin screamed, her voice sharp with panic. “What the hell did he just do?” “I don’t know, copied himself?!” I yelled, grabbing her hand. “Climb! Get up the tree!” We ran and threw ourselves at the nearest tree. I shoved her up first, boosting her as arrows flew past us like a hailstorm. One grazed my leg, stinging hot, but I didn’t stop. I pulled myself up right behind her, gasping for breath. I held her tight as the rain of arrows dug into the trunk just below us. Just as we caught our breath, something green slithered out of the canopy above.
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Chapter: 128 - Sagittarius TrialManolya’s POV I didn’t even have time to catch my breath before the air shifted again. “She’s at it again,” Pelin muttered, coughing as she spat sand from her mouth. “She really likes torturing us.” I gave her a tired side-eye. “Yeah. I bet her soul got twisted staying locked in that temple for centuries…” “Yes, no visitors. No worshippers or fighters” Pelin answered me, she then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, eyes scanning the arena. “You think they just left her here?” “Sure, why not? Who would even want to set her loose?” I whispered. “The cult of Artemis probably forgot to release her when the earthquakes started,” I muttered. “They must’ve run like cowards.” I dusted sand off my clothes and looked up at the blazing sky. “Left her trapped in duty while they saved themselves. And now we’re the ones paying for her insanity.” “Ooh, Manolyaaa… Peeeelin,” Artemis sang, her voice chiming like a dozen bells. She hovered above us, spinning slowly in the air, her smil
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Chapter: 72 - A Steamy Night at Jagdschloss GlienickeBeatrice’s POVJagdschloss Glienicke stood before me, its French Baroque grandeur a slap in Velan’s undead face. Prince Carl von Preussen snagged it in 1859 as a summer palace for his son—Velan Preussianheardt himself.Now, it sat smugly in wolf territory, and I couldn’t help but smirk imagining Velan grinding his fangs over it. Principal Dietrich had picked this spot out of pure spite, I’d bet, a subtle knife twist, just his style. Not that he’d admit it; he played neutral, but I saw the mean streak twinkle in his eye.“Velan used to own this place?” I muttered, clutching Charles’s arm as we stepped into the grand foyer, my sweaty hands sticking to his navy sleeve, his burgundy handkerchief a perfect match to my red silk dress.“Indeed,” Charles said, his voice dripping with amusement. “Bought by his father, then remodeled by Ferdinand von Arnim in full Baroque splendor. Now, thanks to Principal Dietrich, it belongs to the wolves.”“Think Velan’s screaming inside?” I smirked, my
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Chapter: 71 - Viktoriapark ReconciliationBeatrice’s POVI stood in my apartment back at the Giraffe nr 13, staring at the phone in my hand as Linda’s name flashed across the screen. She’d already texted me a few times today, trying to bridge the gap between Amanda and me.“Beatrice, come on, I know you’re home!” Linda’s voice was lighthearted but pleading. “Just hear me out okay?”I sighed, rolling my eyes, even though I couldn’t suppress a smile. “Allright Lin” I muttered under my breath.“Let’s go to Viktoriapark for a picnic!” Linda continued, her excitement practically radiating through the phone. “I’ll bring Amanda too. Pretty please?”I hesitated. What if Amanda hated me now for trying to steal her lunch? Aka Alpha Brandon.“You have Charles now, remember?” Linda reminded me, as if reading my thoughts. “It’ll be just us girls. A girls’ get-together, free from all the crap that’s happened recently.”I still wasn’t sure. But honestly, the idea of getting away from everything for a bit sounded nice. Plus, Principal Dietr
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Chapter: 70 - The Traitor’s SpadeLuke’s POVI leaned against a pillar in Heinrich’s Mansion carefully studying Angelica’s father.The engagement dinner’s echoes fading, adull murmur of conversation still drifting through the banquet hall. The chandeliers overhead gleamed, the polished floors reflecting the golden glow of candlelight. Marc stood nearby, sipping a drink, his wolf scent sharp a blend of sweat and cologne that barely masked the underlying musk of the pack. He was watching me, waiting for my next Alpha move. I had to play my cards right.Time to deepen the lie.“Angelica’s a wild one,” I said, smirking as I swirled the amber liquid in my glass, watching the way Marc’s eyes flickered with interest. “Had her begging me last night.”Marc raised a brow, his grin slow and knowing. “Yeah? I can imagine those innocent deer eyes are all deception, they all beg in the end.”“She’s so flexible Angelica,” I lied, my voice smooth and controlled, the perfect mask. “Can’t resist a real wolf.”He laughed, loud and ro
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Chapter: 69 - The BloodstoneBeatrice’s POVWe left the historical and archaeological Pergamon Museum behind, stepping out into the cool evening air.Dust of ancient artifacts clung to my skin, heavy and old. I let out a breath, shaking it off.Charles walked beside me, his arm brushing mine as we headed toward the Alte Nationalgalerie. His arm felt so secure and protective.How could I be so lucky? It felt like my dream would shatter every moment and Hans, Dieter, Victor or Velan would snatch my happiness away.Maybe it was like my father said, no one could love a hybrid with a cursed blood like me?I felt that no matter how hard I tried I always fell short. Isabell was always the favoured one, praised for everything she did and turned out a sociopath. “Almost closing time,” he said, glancing at the dimming sky. “Thought we’d hit the gallery next.””What’s wrong princess, you look so gloomy?” I dug my nails harder into his arm, afraid to let go.”I feel paranoid thinking someone will show up and ruin my happine
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Chapter: 68 - Ghosts of GendarmenmarktBeatrice’s POVI stepped onto Gendarmenmarkt, Berlin’s most beautiful square, with Walda hobbling beside me.Twin cathedrals—German and French loomed with their domes, made from grand stone and filled with history.The Konzerthaus sat between them, neoclassical and smug, while posh shops buzzed around us.“Too many tourists,” Walda grumbled, her cane tapping the cobblestones. Her gray hair stuck out like a bird’s nest, eyes sharp despite her wrinkles.I grinned, hauling her bag of candles. “You’re just mad they’re not buying your potions, old witch.”She cackled, loud and raspy. “Potions? Ha! I’d hex their selfie sticks into broomsticks if I could still see straight.”I laughed, warmth blooming in my chest. Walda was cranky, ancient, protective just like my grandma I missed so dearly. “Come on, I need a rug for my apartment. Help me pick.”She squinted at a shop window, all velvet and lace. “A rug? What, to hide your claw marks when you shift?”“Walda!” I swatted her arm, blushing. “N
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Chapter: 67 - Angelica’s MaskAngelica’s POVI awoke cradled in Luke’s arms, his warmth enveloping me like a velvet embrace. The air in his Charlottenburg Palace room carried his scent—a deep musky scent, a whisper from the wilderness. My cheek rested against his chest, his heartbeat a steady rhythm beneath me.“Good morning, darling,” he murmured, his voice low and rich from sleep. His lips grazed my forehead, tender and claiming.I tilted my gaze to his, offering a soft smile. “Good morning, Luke.” My tone was gentle, though a tremor lingered, as last night still clung to me. It felt unreal.He smiled back, shifting to cradle my face. “You’re exquisite, Angelica.” Then he kissed me, deeply and fervent, his eyes locked onto mine alone. My breath caught, a shiver of desire curling through me. Velan’s gaze was never this focused, always distracted, his fickle nature a guillotine hovering around my neck.I eased back, breathless. “Luke, this feels… unexpected.” My fingers traced his jaw, feeling the faint rough
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The Tycoon’s Temptress - Red Flower’s Chase
Valentina accepts billionaire Raffaele Ricchezza’s marriage proposal to secure his inheritance, hiding her intent to ruin his empire, which she blames for her father’s death. Their cold arrangement sparks tension and unexpected attraction as they navigate power plays and hidden agendas. When Valentina uncovers the red flower—a Sumerian relic with stone-melting powers tied to Gilgamesh’s bloodline—she’s thrust into a global chase against enemies seeking to weaponize it. As ancient secrets unravel, love and trust become her greatest challenges.
The story opens with Raffaele’s calculated offer, which Valentina accepts to infiltrate his world. Moving into his estate, she sabotages subtly while investigating the red flower and orichalcum, a mythical metal linked to Atlantis. Raffaele, intrigued by her strength, begins to thaw, but their clashes intensify as Valentina uncovers his interest in orichalcum’s commercial potential. Danger escalates when Tariq, a cunning double agent, raids Gilgamesh’s tomb, stealing artifacts and aligning with U.S. military forces eager to exploit the flower’s power. Valentina’s friend Maria faces threats from her abusive ex, Tullio, complicating her mission.
From Baghdad to Machu Picchu, Valentina and Raffaele pursue clues across the globe. DNA tests reveal Valentina’s descent from Gilgamesh, granting her immunity to the flower’s curse. As Tariq and Camilla, Valentina’s treacherous stepmother, close in, betrayals deepen. A passionate night shifts their dynamic,but trust falters when Raffaele learns of Valentina’s initial deception. In a climactic underwater battle at Atlantis’s ruins, Valentina chooses to protect the orichalcum technology. Justice prevails as Camilla and Tariq are arrested, and Valentina’s pregnancy heralds hope. She restores Baghdad’s museum, honoring her father. With Raffaele, their twins embody a legacy of love and a green future.
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Chapter: Chapter 162 - Full CircleValentina’s POV The air at Machu Picchu was crisp, carrying the scent of earth and wildflowers as the Andes mountain gave a stunning backdrop. Red flowers dotted the terraces, a vibrant reminder of the garden of madness we hid from the world, just like the inca did too. The petals were now a promise of renewal. Dhia and Ghait scampered ahead, their laughter echoing off the cliffs and stones, while Raffaele held my hand, his warmth steadying me against the memories this place stirred. Professor Calancha led the way, his weathered face alight with pride, while Kaifeng Lei trailed us, his presence sparking a blend of amusement and tension. “Taitai!” Kaifeng exclaimed, his grin wide as he adjusted his sunglasses. “Didn’t expect you back in Peru so soon. And with the whole family, how charming!” I laughed, catching Raffaele’s eye-roll. “Yeah, well, we figured it was time to show the kids where their story began. Plus, I couldn’t resist these views.” Kaifeng winked, undete
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Chapter: Chapter 161 - The Legacy Museum Valentina’s POV The Ricchezza headquarters buzzed with energy, its glass and steel facade glinting under Baghdad’s searing sun. Inside, the air was cool, sharp with the scent of polished wood, lavender and ambition. I stood in the lobby with Kareem and Nabil, my hand playfully buffing Kareem’s shoulder. “Remember those artifacts you chased all the way to France like a madman? We finally found them. Our lawyers leaned hard on Tariq, and he cracked and spilled everything about their location.” Kareem’s grin stretched wide, his dark eyes gleaming. “Thank God. That was the biggest failure of my career. I was gutted, running around Basra, dodging bullets, only to come up empty-handed.” I laughed, nudging him. “Well, at least you didn’t get shot. Got to stretch those legs, didn’t you?” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Good times, Mrs. Ricchezza. All the bullets we’ve dodged together.” Nabil smirked, leaning against the wall, his suit crisp. “You two love the thrill of dan
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Chapter: Chapter 160 - Birth of New Hope The sun dipped low over the Persian Gulf, casting a warm amber glow across the waves that lapped gently at the shore. Valentina walked beside me, her hand clasped firmly in mine, her fingers intertwining with a quiet strength that still took my breath away. Lorenzo padded along next to us, his golden mane catching the fading light, his massive paws sinking into the soft sand with each step. He glanced up at Valentina occasionally, as if checking on her, his amber eyes reflecting the same protective instinct I felt deep in my bones. She reached out with her free hand, brushing through his mane, her touch light and affectionate. “You’re such a loyal mischievous pet, aren’t you?” she murmured to him, her voice soft against the lapping of the sea. I squeezed her hand, pulling her a little closer. “He’s not the only one. You’ve got us both wrapped around your finger, amore.” She smiled up at me, her dark eyes sparkling despite the faint lines of exhaustion etched around them. H
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Chapter: Chapter 159 - The TrialValentina’s POV Lorenzo stretched out at the foot of my bed, his massive paws draped across my ankles as though daring the world to disturb me. My lion had become more clingy with each passing week of my pregnancy. Two regal protectors, him and Raffaele. I stroked his mane, feeling amused. “Two lions fighting to protect me in this house,” Jokes aside, I was exhausted. Pregnancy wasn’t as glamorous as people made it out to be. No glowing aura, no effortless energy, just swollen feet, an aching back, and a constant reminder that two tiny lives were pressing against every rib. I rubbed my belly, breathing slow. At least they’re healthy. That’s all that matters. Raffaele supported my back, helping me sit up. “Can you please help me with the slippers, dear?” I asked, my voice soft but tired. Raffaele appeared with my slippers in hand. “Come, amore. Let me help.” I lifted my feet awkwardly, my back aching. “Please. I can’t bend anymore without feeling like I’ll topple.”
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Chapter: Chapter 158 - Baghdad Museum Restoration Valentina’s POV The National Museum of Iraq stood under Baghdad’s searing sun, its neoclassical facade of sandy beige stone, reinforced concrete, and brick blending seamlessly with the desert palette. Intricate Islamic and Assyrian-inspired motifs adorned the exterior. Inside, the high ceilings and polished marble floors gleamed, making the historical collections inside come to it’s right. I wore a black pencil dress with a high neckline, dangling baroque pearls swaying as I moved. My kitten-heel leather mules, a gift from Raffaele, clicked softly, though running was out of the question as my pregnancy belly turned my walk into a waddle. I was ecstatic, barely containing myself as I entered the grand hall. Earlier, Raffaele had leaned close, his breath warm against my ear. “Do you remember that hologram I gave you? We each got one. I didn’t want to tell you before I knew it was possible to not crush your dreams, but…” His next words had nearly stopped my heart. “G
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Chapter: Chapter 157 - The Wedding Valentina’s POV The shores of Lake Como shimmered under the late afternoon sun, the steep alpine cliffs dropping right into the lake’s crystal waters. The Grand Hotel Tremezzo that Raffaele had booked was a luxurious 5-star property located on the shores of Lake Como. Established in the early nineteen hundred, it’s known for its historic Art Nouveau architecture, panoramic views of the lake and the Alps, and high-end amenities like a floating pool on the lake, a spa, fine dining restaurants, and elegant gardens. Raffaele leaned close, his breath warm against my ear. “You know, this is a place where celebrities and the wealthy come for their escapes… but I wanted us to have our own special moment here.” I smiled up at him, my chest tightening with warmth. “I love this surprise. It’s historic, it’s beautiful… thank you, Raffaele.” The hotel had been transformed for our wedding party, its gardens overflowing with white roses and jasmine interwoven with red flowers, symbolizing t
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