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Chapter 20 Ivy’s POV"What?" I whispered, the word slipping out before I even realized it.My mouth hung open. I couldn't close it. Couldn’t breathe, even. Had I heard Jack right?“You’re my mate, Ivy. The one I’ve been waiting for.”That one sentence sent my world into a tailspin. It felt like someone had opened a trapdoor beneath me and I was free-falling, my heart left fluttering in the air behind me.Jack, this stranger I barely knew… just told me I was his mate?He smiled, like what he said was casual. Like it didn’t just rip through the confusion in my soul and add another crack to the already fragile state of my heart.He walked to the passenger door and opened it for me. “Let’s go to school,” he said gently. “I’ll take you.”I just stood there for a moment. Everything inside me was tangled in knots. Should I trust him? Could I?Jack was kind. His presence calmed me. His words made me feel seen. But Damon…Damon had carved himself into my thoughts like a scar I couldn’t look aw

Chapter 19 Ivy’s POVHe lunged toward me with terrifying speed, his red wolf eyes blazing, his snarl echoing off the stone walls. For a moment, I thought he would rip into me. I didn’t flinch, I was ready. My own blue wolf stood her ground, furious and trembling. We were locked in a deadly stare, two storms circling each other.But then, he stopped.Just inches away from me, his massive paws halted mid-step. His claws slowly retracted. His breathing slowed. And without a word, Damon shifted back into his human form.I followed, breathing heavily, letting Vivian retreat as the blue fur vanished and bones cracked back into place. I gasped, now bare and trembling on the cold castle floor. I was completely naked, my knees pressing into the hard stone, hair falling in wild curls over my shoulders.He didn’t look at me with lust or anger. Just… quiet. Distant.He pulled off the shredded remnants of his robe, the one I’d torn in my rage, and silently draped it around me. The fabric smelled

Chapter 18 Ivy’s POVI didn’t know what came over me. I swear to God, I hated this man. I hated him,.loathed every breath he took and every arrogant word that came from behind that damned mask. But last night... something shifted. It was still me who reached out to catch him when he stumbled. Still me who ran to his side when he looked like he had lost every last bit of hope and was going to throw himself into the water.So why..why in the holy name of the Moon Goddess, was I now lying under the duvet completely naked, whispering in my mind, “Come touch me… Come take me…”?What the hell is wrong with me?My heart was thumping like it was trying to rip out of my chest. My legs tangled awkwardly beneath the sheets as my body burned with a need I didn’t understand. The door creaked open, and there he was, Damon. Still in that ridiculous mask that hid everything… yet revealed too much.His eyes widened the moment he saw what was under the duvet.And I expected it.I expected him to poun

Chapter 17 Damon’s POV“Get out!” I growled, voice hoarse with rage and pain.The maids and guards, Ivy, the healer and selene didn’t wait a second. They scattered like frightened birds, leaving me alone in the suffocating darkness of my chambers. The door slammed shut behind them with a heavy thud that echoed through the stone walls like a death bell.Alone again. Like always.I collapsed onto the cold marble floor, my knees buckling as though my body finally gave in to the weight of centuries. My hand flew to my chest, fist clenching over the cursed chain that burned against my skin like a branding iron. A sob escaped me, raw and guttural. My shoulders shook violently as tears streamed down my face. I wasn’t crying, I was breaking.“I can’t… I can’t do this anymore…”My fingers brushed the sharp, dagger-like letter opener on the table beside me. Without thinking, I grabbed it and plunged it into my chest. The pain was sharp, searing… but fleeting.The wound healed instantly.Of cou

Chapter 16 Damon’s POV“You’re mine tonight,” I murmured into her ear, my breath hot against her skin.She froze.Her back stiffened, and I felt the slightest tremble in her shoulders. I watched her, closely. Her lips parted as if to protest, but no words came out. Her eyes, wide with fear, flicked to mine. She wasn’t ready. Not emotionally. Not physically. Her body was here, but her soul? Her soul was already trying to escape.She didn’t want this.And yet I was here, towering over her, with my abs visible, fists clenched with desire and duty.I told myself it was for her good. That once this was done, once we consummated the bond, I’d finally be released. She’d get the happy ending she dreamed of. Peace. A life free of me. This was the only way. That’s what I kept telling myself. Repeating it like a sacred chant to drown out the guilt trying to claw its way into my chest.But the guilt didn’t stay quiet for long.Because the moment I reached for my trousers, I saw her.Her.Aria.

Chapter 15 Ivy’s POV“What? Consum… what?” My eyes widened in disbelief, my voice cracking at the edges.Damon's voice was low, dark, and sharp like a knife cloaked in silk. “Consummation. With me.”I blinked. My pulse spiked. “I— I can’t. We didn’t talk about that. We never talked about having sex. I’m not ready!” My voice broke into a desperate yell.He didn’t even flinch. Beneath that eternal mask, his lips curled into a smirk so smug it burned through me. I could see it in the angle of his jaw, the arrogant tilt of his head.“Really?” he said, tilting his head slightly. “I don’t need to say much. Just know I’m ready for tonight. We have to consummate our bond... for the chain to be broken.”And just like that, he vanished. Gone. The silence he left behind was louder than his presence.I stood there frozen, heart hammering, body trembling. My fingers clawed at my own arms as I tried to ground myself. What the hell just happened?Why would I have sex with him?No. No! That can’t ha

Lyra The healer stood in the middle of us, his hands folded behind his back. His eyes moved slowly from one face to another, studying us.“So everyone,” he began, voice steady and controlled, “now that we are all here, we need to assign responsibilities.”His tone wasn’t loud, but it carried authority. “We need to decide what each and every one of you has to do in order to get Damien.”At the mention of Damien’s name, something cold slid down my spine. The healer didn’t hesitate.“First of all,” he continued, “we need someone who will lure him out.”The word lure hung in the air like a trap waiting to snap.“Which one of you,” he asked, looking directly at us, “is willing to lure Damien out of his place so that we can catch him… and kill him?”Silence swallowed the room. Nick’s jaw tightened. His fingers curled slightly at his sides. Rixa’s expression didn’t change, but I noticed the slight shift of her shoulders, alert.I didn’t think, I just moved. My hand went up.Nick turned to m

LyraI couldn't believe my esys…He was right in front of me breathing and alive, he was so close enough that I could see the faint shadows under his eyes, the way his chest rose slower than usual, like his body was still catching up with itself.My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might bruise my ribs.“Honey…” The word slipped out before I could stop it. My voice trembled. “Is it really you?”I stared at him like if I blinked too long, he would disappear.“Is this really you?” I whispered again, my throat tight.Because this didn’t feel real, not after everything, not after the healer’s warning, not after being told I was dangerous to him. Toxic. A walking threat to the person I loved most.Nick’s mouth curved slightly, soft and tired but real. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “It’s me.”My chest ached. I hadn’t expected to see him. I wasn’t prepared. I thought I would have more time to become strong enough before standing this close to him again, and now he was here, and all I cou

LyraMy head was still spinning. Jay stood a few feet away like he hadn’t once broken my heart in the most dramatic teenage way possible. Rixa stood beside him, arms folded, looking like she had just stepped out of a war meeting instead of what I thought was a kidnapping.I pointed at Rixa, my voice sharp with disbelief.“Where did you find them?”My eyes snapped to the healer. “I thought she was kidnapped by Damien and his men. So what is she doing here? How is she here with you?”The words rushed out fast, tripping over each other. Because this didn’t make sense.For days, I had trained with the image of Rixa being trapped somewhere dark, probably hurt. And now she was standing here like she just came from a walk.The healer didn’t look offended by my tone. He didn’t look rushed either. He stepped forward calmly, hands clasped behind his back.“I saved Rixa,” he said.Just like that, I blinked.“You… what?”“I saved her because I knew she would be a huge part of this progress. Of al

LyraThe next few days didn’t blur, they burned.Morning bled into afternoon, afternoon into night, and I stayed in the clearing like it was the only place left on earth. I trained until my muscles shook, until my throat felt scraped raw from shouting, until the ground carried marks of where my power had hit.Again and a gain.I stopped counting after the second day.Food became optional. Sleep became background noise. The healer would place something near the edge of the clearing sometimes, bread, fruit or water.Sometimes I remembered to touch it. Most times I didn’t and the strangest part? I didn’t feel empty.I should have been dizzy, weak and starving, Instead, I felt full.Full of anger, full of grief that It felt like I had eaten.It felt like strength lived inside my bones.Even when my arms trembled, even when my legs almost gave out, the fire kept answering me. Every time I thought I couldn’t lift my fists again, I thought of Damien’s face and something inside me snapped upr

LyraMy fingers twitched at my sides. Heat pulsed faintly beneath my skin, like embers refusing to die. I lifted my chin and looked at him.He didn’t look impressed. He didn’t look worried either. Just steady. Watching me the way a storm watches the sea before it decides to move.“Well,” he said evenly, “right now, look at me and do what I ask you to do.”My throat tightened. I forced my gaze to stay on his face. The lines around his mouth. The calm in his eyes. The controlled posture.Then I let it shift. I imagined Damien. And it made my blood boil, my jaw locked.The air changed. It felt like something inside my chest snapped into place and before my brain could second-guess it, my body moved.I stepped forward and threw everything I had into one punch. There was no hesitation. The impact wasn’t loud. It was heavy. The kind of force that presses against your ears and makes the world blink for a second.And then— He flew.His body lifted off the ground like I had grabbed him and t

LyraMy chest was heaving. The air around me still shimmered from the heat that had erupted from my palms, and I could feel it lingering on my skin, crawling up my arms in faint, crackling waves.My hair stuck to my forehead, damp with sweat, and my entire body was trembling.I couldn’t stop myself. “Wow! I did it! I actually did it!” My voice cracked somewhere between a shout and a laugh. I spun around, arms raised, almost dancing in disbelief. “I… I did it!”Then I noticed him. The healer—no, not the old man I thought I knew, stood there, jaw tight, arms crossed, eyes boring into mine with a look so serious it grounded me immediately. My stomach twisted. “Uh… sorry?” I muttered. My heart was still racing. I hadn’t even realized I’d been shouting.“You shouldn’t get excited,” he said calmly, like he was discussing the weather. “You can’t summon your power by cheering for yourself.”I froze, blinking rapidly. “Wait… what? I… but I just summoned it!”“Yes,” he said, slowly uncrossing