Chapter: ROSEMARYLIA I’m sitting by the window,the morning mist still very much visible.The cup of rosemary tea is strangely sweeter than normal. Quan’s head pops in. “Morning,” he says, stepping in, hands in his pockets. “You’re either about to give me very good news,” I say, “or very annoying news.” He exhales through his nose. “We released her.” Quan winces just a little. “You asked for it. Dimitri and Salve agreed.” “She’s unprotected,” Quan adds quickly. “No allies. No safety net.” “Poor thing,” I say flatly. “However will she survive without lying her way into someone else’s life?” Quan folds his arms. “I knew you’d react like this.” “I’m being generous,” I reply. “I haven’t even started on the creative insults yet.” A smile tugs at his mouth despite himself. “She said some things on the way out,” he admits. I roll my eyes. “Let me guess—how ungrateful I am, how I’ll regret this, how I’d be nothing without her.” Quan lifts a finger. “All of the above. Plus a remark ab
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Chapter: THE OLD HAGDIMITRI “So,” he says casually, like we weren’t just one breath away from forgetting the rest of the world. “Now that the threat’s officially done… what are you planning to do with the old hag?” “Straight to business,” I mutter. “No easing into it?” Quan shrugs. “Figured there’s no better time. You two always hide the ugly stuff until later.” “She’s still secured,” he says. “Nothing’s changed yet.” “Yet,” Quan repeats. “That’s what I figured.” He hesitates, “Just thought I’d ask before Dimitri decides to get… creative.” I scoff. “Please. I’ve been very restrained.” Quan’s mouth twitches. “All I’m saying is—she doesn’t get to crawl back into the world just because the danger’s gone, right?” “No,” Salve answers simply. “She doesn’t.” I tilt my head. “She made her choices long before Lia ever crossed our path.” Quan nods, satisfied. “Good. Didn’t think you’d let her off easy.” He straightens, pushing off the doorframe. “Didn’t mean to interrupt. Just… wanted to unpa
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Chapter: THE LIBRARYDIMITRI I spotted him the moment I stepped into the library. Salve, leaning against the desk. I grinned, letting my hands dig into my pockets. “Finally,” I murmured, low and teasing. “I thought you’d ignore me forever.” He lifted an eyebrow, that small, infuriating curve of a smile that made me forget every argument I’d ever had with him. “And miss this?” he asked. “You know I wouldn’t.” My pulse picked up as his steady calm pressed back against my heat. “You’ve been far too composed all day,” I said, voice husky. Salve’s fingers lifted, brushing against my wrist—light, deliberate. “I can be…flexible,” he said quietly. God, I’ve missed this. Being near him like this—touching him without restraint, feeling him against me—without the world collapsing around us. “You drive me crazy,” I murmured, letting my lips brush the edge of his jaw, teasing, careful, but not enough to hide my hunger. “I could say the same,” he replied, steady as ever, hand resting on my chest. The warm
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Chapter: RETURNING HOMELIA “What is it, Dimitri? Of course,” Quan said, annoyance threading his voice as he sat up. “Well, good afternoon to you too,” he drawled. “Sorry to interrupt whatever cabin-related activity you were clearly enjoying.” Quan closed his eyes briefly. “If this isn’t urgent—” “Oh, it is,” Dimitri cut in. “Relax. I wouldn’t call just to ruin your mood. That part’s a bonus.” “Get to the point,” Quan said. “The threat’s gone,” he said. “Clean. Confirmed. You don’t have to keep looking over your shoulder anymore.” “You’re sure?” he asked. “Very,” Dimitri replied. “Multiple confirmations. It’s finished.” “Next time,” Quan said, “lead with that.” Dimitri laughed softly. “Where’s the fun in that?” The call ended. Quan lowered the phone and sat there for a moment, gathering himself before turning back to me. “What was that about?” I asked quietly. “It’s over,” he said. I frowned slightly. “Over?” “The problem,” he clarified. “The one I didn’t want anywhere near you
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Chapter: SUNSETLIA I woke before Quan this time, wrapped in the quiet rhythm of his breathing. The room was washed in early light—no urgency, just the slow certainty of another shared morning. I lay still, letting the weight of his arm ground me. There was something intimate about being awake while he wasn’t—seeing him unguarded, his face stripped of the intensity he carried so effortlessly. In sleep, he looked younger. Almost ordinary. It startled me how much I liked that version of him. My body hummed with the aftershocks of the night. A reminder—not of passion alone, but of closeness. Of being seen without flinching. Quan shifted, pulling me closer without opening his eyes. His body knew where I belonged even before his mind caught up. His breath brushed my shoulder. “I can hear you,” he murmured. I smiled. “You hear thoughts now?” “Only yours.” I turned just enough to look at him. His eyes were open, dark and steady, watching me with an attention that felt earned,that mattered
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Chapter: RUIN MEQUAN Those two words broke every fragment of restraint in me. My hands undress her.Her pearl white skin,fragile against my calloused hands. " You still can escape Bunny,the door's code is 1790. '' I rasped close to her neck. My breath was fanning against the back of her ear. Her fingers find my hand. She places my two fingers at her entrance,the wetness coercing me to ravish her.Slowly , one digit is in her,her stiffened body trying to adjust to the foreign intrusion. I push in and out,her hole slowly adapting to the new movement. Gasps of air escape her mouth,and another digit joins the rhythm. My throbbing cock spilling in my pants. I needed a release . Her thighs luring me in. My length aligns with them.I move, the red lines being formed, increase my insanity.Her pants, her tight hole, and that was enough for me to burst.My seeds spewing across her thighs and seductively flowing down to the sheets. "I'm about to make you mine. From now till eternity, your body, your s
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SILVER IN THE SHADOWS
“You’re useless.”
I lift my head, wrists aching where the rope bites into skin already numb from the cold. My father stands over me, his shadow long and sharp in the firelight spilling from the clearing behind him. I can hear the celebration. My sister’s laughter. The pack chanting her name.
“I tried,” I say. My voice cracks, and I hate it for that alone. “I did everything you asked.”
He scoffs. “Everything?” His gaze drags over me like I’m something rotten. “If you’d done anything right, your mother would still be alive.”
My chest burns, each breath a knife. “She chose—”
“She died because of you,” he snaps. “Because you were too weak to protect yourself. Too weak to be worth the trouble.”
I swallow, tasting blood. “I’m your daughter.”
“No,” he says coldly. “You’re a reminder of my failure.”
He turns away, already done with me. “Be grateful I’m hiding you instead of killing you. An Alpha can’t afford dead weight.”
The rope tightens as he knots it higher, out of reach. He doesn’t look back.
Behind him, the pack howls in celebration.
I lower my head and let the tears fall silently into the dirt because crying is the only thing they haven’t taken from me yet.
But as the night deepens and the forest breathes around me, something else stirs—slow and patient.
They call me useless.
One day, they’ll choke on that word.
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Chapter: THE EDGE OF SECRETSKIRA The nights in the Hollow from the first night to the present one have never been quiet. Even when the camp slept, there were whispers — the kind that crawled through the dark and made your skin cold. I had learned to tell the difference between the voices of people dreaming and the sounds of hate moving through the air. It had been months since the burning of the farm. Mira never spoke of it again, but she carried it in her eyes. Every time she smiled, there was fire behind it. Every time she laughed, it sounded sharp, like glass breaking. The Hollow called her “the flame of vengeance.” They said she would lead them into the next war. I used to be proud of her. Now I only felt fear. That night, I sat outside the caves where we lived. The moonlight touched the rocks, making them silver. The air smelled of smoke and damp earth. From where I sat, I could see the guards at the far edge of camp — black shapes against the dim light, their spears glinting. I wrapped my arms aroun
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Chapter: EDGE OF WARTRIXIE The morning in North Creek began softly. The first light came through the window. The house smelled of bread and pine smoke. Outside, I could hear the pack already stirring . Ryker was already up, rocking little Marielle in his arms. She had her father’s eyes — always watching. Afina slept beside her brother in the cradle, her hand clutching the corner of the blanket as if she feared it would run away. I smiled and leaned against the doorframe. “You’re up early again.” Ryker looked over his shoulder and grinned. “She woke before dawn. Must take after you.” “She’s restless,” I said softly. “Or maybe she just wants to see the sunrise.” He laughed. “Then she’s got the right mother.” For a while, I just watched them. The world had slowed down for us in the last months. No marching boots, no council calls, no battle cries. Only days filled with small things — feeding the pups, walking the fields, checking on the sentries, sharing food with the pack. It was strange, living
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Chapter: BlOOD IS NOT ALWAYS THICKERKIRA The Hollow camp had been quieter since the raid, but not peaceful. Quiet in the Hollow never meant calm. It was the silence before the next hunt. Days had passed, yet the smell of smoke still clung to the air. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the orange glow of that farm burning, heard the screams caught in the wind. I had scrubbed my hands raw trying to wash away the scent, but it never left. It had sunk too deep. Mira, though, seemed different. Her eyes shone with a strange pride when Serana praised her before the others. Warriors clapped her on the back, calling her -The flame of the Hollow. She smiled when they did. I wanted to be happy for her, but I couldn’t. Every time I looked at her, I saw a piece of the sister I knew slipping further away. That night, the fire in the center of the cavern burned low, shadows licking the walls. Most of the others had gone to rest, but Mira stayed awake, sharpening her blade, humming under her breath. I sat across from her, prete
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Chapter: HAUNTING SHADOWSKIRA The Hollow camp never slept. Even when the night was thick and still, the air carried whispers, the scrape of blades, the quiet laughter of those who had grown too used to the dark. Firelight flickered against the cave walls, painting our faces red and gold. It had been three weeks since the burning of the farm. Three weeks since I watched Mira raise her torch with a smile that didn’t belong to her anymore. The smell of smoke still clung to her hair. Sometimes, I could still smell it when she hugged me. Serana had been pleased. She had smiled and said, “Now you see what true loyalty looks like.” She gave Mira her own black blade, only trusted fighters carried them . To the rest of the Hollow, it meant Mira was one of them now. To me, it meant I was losing my sister for good. Since that night, Mira had changed even more. She trained harder than the others, never spoke of fear, never questioned Serana’s orders. When she laughed now, it was short and harsh. She carried hers
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Chapter: THE FIRE WE CHOSEKIRA The Hollow does not fight in daylight. We move in the hours when honest people sleep and the world is too dead to hear our steps. That night was no different. The air was cold, the sky dark and heavy. Our boots made no sound on the dirt. Our faces were hidden under black hoods smeared with ash. Serana said no one who survived would ever know who we were. It was meant to comfort us. It only made me feel smaller. Shame stuck to my skin like sweat. Mira walked ahead of me, her pace sharp and sure. She didn’t look back. I could see the fire in her eyes before we even reached the farm. She had been waiting for this moment - Wanting it. I wanted to take her hand and pull her back. I wanted to tell her that she didn’t have to prove anything to anyone. But the Hollow warriors surrounded us—men and women who lived on blood and fear. If I showed weakness, they’d turn on me before dawn. So I kept walking. When we reached the edge of the ridge, the farm lay below us. A barn, a field
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Chapter: ONE DIFFERS FROM THE OTHERKIRA An year can feel long when you live in shadows. Longer still when every day tastes the same. Smoke in the air. The Hollow’s damp walls pressing close. Voices sharp with anger. Nothing soft, nothing kind. That has been my life. My life beside Mira. She has changed. Or maybe she has only grown more into what was always in her. Hate does that — it does not arrive all at once. It seeps in slow, drop by drop, until it fills the whole of a person. I have watched it take her. Every sunrise, every nightfall, a little more of her vanishes into that dark place. I remember how she used to laugh. It was quick, wild, like a spark catching dry grass. That laugh is gone now. When Mira laughs these days, it cuts. It is sharp, bitter, and it makes my stomach twist because I know it isn’t joy that moves her. It’s the thought of revenge. Of seeing someone else bleed. She speaks of Trixie often. At first, it was little things. A mutter in the morning, “She thinks herself a queen.” A scoff when
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