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EmiliaThe Moon Goddess had answered my prayer.I was eighteen again. Alive. Breathing. My heart was hammering against my ribs as I stared at Xavier's face, younger, softer, wearing that familiar protective smile that had once made me feel safe.Now it makes my skin crawl."Xavier," I whispered, my voice barely audible.He tilted his head, concern flickering in those green eyes I'd once trusted. "You look pale. Did you have a nightmare?"A nightmare. If only it were that simple.I remembered everything, his confession, the blood on his hands, the rogues he'd paid, Lorenzo's lifeless body. The knife. The pain. The darkness.But somehow, impossibly, I was back. Back to the night before everything went wrong. Back to my eighteenth birthday, when I was still innocent enough to believe that the boy who called me sister would never hurt me."I'm fine," I managed, though my hands were trembling. "Just... tired."Xavier's eyes softened with that familiar protective warmth that had fooled me f

Emilia I didn't mean to hear it.The door to Xavier's office wasn't shut properly. I had only come by because I'd heard voices, but then — his voice. Low. cold. “I did it to protect her. Lorenzo didn't deserve her.” My blood turned to ice.“You think I care what he meant to Emilia?” Xavier scoffed, laughing under his breath. “That mutt was in the way. Now, she's free.” The floor shifted under my feet. Lorenzo. My mate. The love of my life was gone. Dead. Murdered.By him.My lungs seized. I pressed a hand to my mouth, stumbling backward. My vision blurred. My body trembled so violently I had to hold onto the wall to keep from collapsing. My skin was clammy. My heart — a wild thing, pounding like it was trying to tear itself out of my chest. Xavier… my stepbrother. My protector. My confidant. The one who held me after our parents died. The one who braided my hair when I was too numb to do it myself. The devil had been right beside me all along. My grief gave way to a sharp, burn

EmiliaI entered the council hall, the walls lined with ancient wolf sigils and flickering torches. At the far end sat the council members, claimed in authority, their eyes cold and unreadable. At the center of them stood Alpha Dominic — tall, composed, and utterly unreadable. His presence filled the room like a storm building at sea. “Emilia,” he said, his voice a low rumble, smooth but ended with warning. “You know why you're here.”I met his gaze and nodded softly. A pause followed, thick with tension. The councilwoman to Dominic's right leaned forward, her eyes narrowing. “Your fiance is dead. Is there anything we should know?” Before I could reply, the council woman’s jaw tightened. “Speak wisely, Emilia or you won't walk out of here the same.” I sat on the cold wooden bench inside the council chambers, her back straight, her eyes guarded. The room smelled of old parchment and judgement. Alpha Dominic loomed above me on the dais, his expression unreadable as the council murm

Emilia I opened my eyes slowly, as if waking up would somehow make it all untrue.But it wasn't a dream.Lorenzo was still gone.I sat up, the heavy silk sheets sliding off me. The room was quiet, dim, as if mourning with me. My chest ached, not just from grief, but from the weight of everything I couldn't say out loud. The silence made it worse. I felt like screaming, but all I could was breathe. Xavier was seated in the arm hair by the window, his long legs crossed, reading a book I was sure he had no interest in.He looked up. “You're awake.” I nodded slowly. “Come on. Breakfast's ready. You need to eat.” I didn't want to eat. I didn't want to move. But I nodded again, mostly because I didn't want to be alone. We walked together, and I tried not to notice how everyone we passed started a little too long. As if I had grown horns overnight.The dining hall was filled with morning chatter. My father sat at the head of the table, reading the paper like he always did. Ariel sat be

Emilia I wasn't expecting anything big. Not like this.The stars were still twinkling in the sky when Lorenzo pulled away from the bonfire. His hand was warm around mine, gentle and firm. I thought he just wanted to talk, maybe have one of those quiet, soul- stirring moments he always seemed to crave lately. But when we reached the garden behind the packhouse, our garden as we liked to call it, I noticed something different.There were candles in jars lining the oath, flickering like they were trying to whisper secrets. Petals, red and white, were scattered across the grass. I gasped, clutching his hand tighter. “Lorenzo…” I looked around, amazed at the scenery.He didn't say anything right away. Just smiled that boyish, crooked smile of his and led me to the center, where a picnic blanket sat under the moonlight. Then, slowly, he dropped to one knee. My heart nearly stopped beating. My breath caught in my throat, my hands pressed against my mouth. I didn't need him to speak. I kn

EmiliaIt started with the smell of lilies.Whenever I catch it now, I know I'm dreaming or remembering.The memory always began the same — mother's scent in the air, soft and fading, and then the sound of muffled crying in the hallway. That was the day everything changed. The day the world stops making sense.I was 10.“She's not coming back, Emilia,” Father said. His voice was raw, hoarse. His face, always so composed, crumbled like paper in the rain.I didn't understand death then. Not really. I remember waiting by the door for hours, thinking if I was a good girl like Mama said I would, that if I waited long enough, that she would come back.But she didn't.Someone else came instead. Her name was Ariel, my father's mistress. And she moved in like she owned the place, like the house didn't still reek of lilies and grief. She painted over Mama’s favourite walls, tossed out her china set, and even took her place at the dinner table.I hated her.I hated her perfume, all sweet and s

Violet’s POV I had never felt fear like this. Every arrow that flew past us was a scream in the chest. The a storm of enemies raining death from all directions, and somehow, I had to keep Xavier alive through it all. At first, I hadn’t noticed the subtle limp in his stride. He moved as though nothing was wrong, darting, shielding me, keeping us low to the ground. But then, the smell of iron hit my nose, sharp and metallic, and my heart nearly stopped. Xavier stumbled, almost falling over his own feet, and I realized that he was bleeding. An arrow had found its arm. “No…” I whispered, panic clawing at my throat. “No, no, no…This can't be happening. Xavier, are you okay?” I lunged forward as he tried to wave me off, his eyes dark with stubborn determination. “Violet, leave me. Go!” he gasped, his voice hoarse. “I’ll be fine…just get yourself out of here!” “Don’t you dare!” I snapped, voice trembling but fierce. I pressed my hand against the side of his ribs where the arrow had pi

Mira’s POV I don’t know how much time had passed before Blake finally stopped. My body felt limp beneath him, every nerve raw and aching from the brutal rhythm he had forced on me. My chest rose and fell in shallow, broken breaths as he rolled off me without so much as a glance. I thought, foolishly, that it was over, that whatever madness had possessed him tonight had been spent. But before I could even catch my breath, I heard the click of a key turning in the door. I sat up instantly, clutching the torn edge of my dress to my chest. “Blake? What are you doing?” My voice was hoarse. He didn’t look at me. He was fastening his trousers with deliberate calm, as though nothing monstrous had just happened between us. His eyes were cold and detached, when he finally spoke. “You said you needed a child, Mira,” he said flatly. “Urgently. That was your own demand, wasn’t it? If my seed doesn’t take… then others will do. I’ll make sure of it.” My heart stuttered painfully. “What do yo

Xaden’s POV I paced around the room. I still couldn’t believe what I had just witnessed. The image replayed repeatedly in my head. I could still remember seeing Violet broken and bleeding in the dungeon. My fists clenched at my sides, and I ground my teeth until my jaw ached. She was supposed to be safe there. That dungeon was meant to keep her from the dangers outside, not expose her to even greater ones. But what I had just seen shattered every thought of safety. I stared at the guard who had dared strike her. His hand still trembled around the whip, as though even he could not believe what he had done. My fury surged, and before I could think, I moved. The guard’s body lifted from the ground, his eyes bulging in shock. His mouth opened in a strangled cry, but it was too late. With a flick of my power, I flung him across the chamber. He slammed into the stone wall with a sickening crack, his neck snapping instantly. He slid down the wall, lifeless. The silence that followed

Violet’s POV I slowly opened my eyes only to discover I was no longer in the dungeon. The heavy air around me smelled of damp stone, metal, and old blood. It took a moment before I realized that the faint shapes hovering above me weren’t part of some cruel hallucination. They were not the guards, they looked like familiar faces. Xavier. Danya. They stood so close to me, eyes sharp, whispers pressed into the darkness. For a moment I thought I must still be dreaming, that this was some desperate vision my mind conjured to give me comfort in the cold. But then Xavier’s hand gripped my shoulder with a steady force, and Danya’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears. It was real. “You’re awake,” Xavier said in a low voice, relief bleeding into his usual commanding tone. I swallowed, my throat raw. “Where…?” “You fainted,” Danya said gently, brushing a strand of hair away from my damp face. “We were worried you wouldn’t wake soon, but…” She hesitated, glancing at Xavier as though unsure

Violet’s POVI felt it all over my body.Pain.It clawed at my body, gnawing at my muscles, my ribs, my very bones. Each stroke of the whip left me raw, trembling, and aching in ways I didn’t think a human body could endure. The guard’s arm moved with relentless precision, as though he were a machine programmed to inflict pain, yet even his muscles began to tire. Hours had passed, the torchlight flickered against the stone walls of the chamber, casting long shadows that danced like demons on the floor.The flogging was interrupted by a stranger who walked in. I made use of the opportunity to give myself a break.“ Isn't this Lady Violet?” The man sounded shocked. “And you're flogging her. Who's orders?” He asked“ That's not your concern or mine. I was given an order to flog her until she makes a sound” he answered“ Leave,” he added and continued to beat me.I refused. Not a single cry, not a whimper, not even a gasp. I held the mask of stoicism tighter than any armor, though my ba

Mira’s POV“ Yes, it's me, Blake. Now…why do you want to see me?”The sight of his grin made my blood boil. Blake stood there, looking at me as though everything that had just happened was a joke, my humiliation, my tears, the whispers that tore at my dignity, and the slap of that senior maid’s hand across my head. And here he was, smirking, enjoying it all.I couldn’t hold back. The words spilled out of me like venom.“You sent her, didn’t you?” I snapped, my voice shaking with fury. “You sent that girl to torment me, parading around with my face, rubbing it in that I don’t matter here! This was your doing!”Blake didn’t answer. He didn’t even blink. Instead, in one swift motion, he stepped closer and covered my mouth with his hands like he knew I was going to shout. My protest turned muffled, my words lost against the heat of his palm. His other arm circled around me before I could push him away. Then the world shifted.The hallway vanished.The next breath I took was filled with t