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Chapter Twenty-FourThe Knife’s EdgeLeila’s POVThe silence was a wound.It bled between us, filling the room thicker than smoke, sharper than any blade. My lips still burned from Sebastian’s kiss, my chest still ached with Blake’s broken plea, and yet I felt Damian’s shadow pressing from the corridor like he’d carved himself into the bones of the air.Three men, three hungers, three traps.And me, the foolish center of all of it.I wanted to scream. I wanted to vanish. I wanted God help me to be kissed again.Instead, I stood with my palms pressed flat to the desk, shaking like the wood might steady me.Sebastian hadn’t moved. He stood where I’d left him, chest rising like he’d swallowed fire, his hand white-knuckled against the desk edge. His eyes burned into mine, dark and endless, and I could still taste the desperation he’d poured into me.Blake was different. His face was pale, jaw tight, his fists trembling with restraint. He wasn’t fire he was stone. Breaking himself from the

Chapter Twenty-ThreeThe FractureSebastian’s POVThe door clicked shut behind her, and for the first time in years, I felt hollow.Leila’s voice still echoed in the room until then. A promise, a curse, a blade tucked neatly between my ribs.Blake stood across from me, chest heaving, his lip split, blood trailing the curve of his chin. He looked like a man who’d just watched his world slip from his grasp.We were both stripped bare in that silence, but Blake was the first to break it.“You don’t deserve her,” he spat, voice thick with fury.I let the words settle before I answered calmly with a sharp precision. “Neither do you.”His fist tightened at his side. I could see the tremor in his knuckles, the urge to lunge at me, to spill blood just to prove he could.“You think this is a game?” His voice cracked with something beyond rage something rawer, deeper. “Dragging her into your hunger, your chaos, like she’s a piece you get to move on the board?”“She’s not a piece,” I snapped, s

Chapter Twenty-TwoThe Office GlassSebastian’s POVThe sound of the watchers at the door gnawed at my ears like teeth scraping bone. Damian’s smile burned into me, that damn key clenched in his fist, the promise of power sealed in his silence.But it was her face I couldn’t shake….Leila’s face was pale, furious, frightened… and mine at that point didn’t matter.Damian had set the board, but I refused to be his pawn. I wouldn’t let him write the ending for me, not when her choice still lived raw in the air. She had moved toward him first but hesitation was not finality.I caught her wrist again but this time she didn’t pull back.“Come with me,” I whispered…not a plea, not a question it was a command laced with desperation.Her lips parted to argue, but the watchers slammed harder, and in the blur of chaos was Blake wrestling for breath, Damian standing like a statue carved from shadow I dragged her out.Down the corridor, and into the office, door slammed shut in silence of the kind

Chapter Twenty-one The Quiet MathematicsDamian’s POVLeila moves immediately not to Blake nor to Sebastian but rather to me.Her hand trembles, but it lifts anyway, closing the gap between us. She doesn’t touch my palm, but the intent is there, obviously her choice has been made.Sebastian reacts instantly as his hand clamps around her wrist, jerking her back. The key flashes in his other hand, silver teeth biting his skin.“She doesn’t choose you,” he spits. “She never will.”Leila yanks against him. “Let me go.”I don’t need to move. I don’t need to raise my voice. I only just said “You’re holding her too tightly.”Sebastian bares his teeth. “You gave her the key to destroy her and now you think I’ll let you finish what you started?”“Not think,” I replied. “Know.”Blake cuts in then, shoving himself between them, forcing Sebastian to take back a step. His body is rigid, ready to break if it means shielding her.“Both of you are done,” he snaps. “She isn’t a prize. She isn’t a we

Chapter Twenty The Quiet MathematicsDamian’s POVThe knock silences them.Of course it does.Three people, three different equations, all suspended by a sound they cannot solve.Inside, Sebastian stills first. Always the predator steadily pausing, calculating, deciding whether the sound is prey or rival because he never has a partner not even his wife. He will assume the latter. He has always assumed the world spins around challengers waiting for him.Leila’s breath stutters next. She isn’t afraid of the noise itself. She is afraid of what she doesn’t know always the impatient and she is clever enough to know she doesn’t know much. That awareness is both her strength and her fracture.Blake reacts last as he took steps closer, hand already tightening into a fist just like a protective reflex or maybe loyal reflex just perfectly the sort of reflex that kills men like him early, because loyalty is faster than reason.I could predict their exact words before they speak.Sebastian: shar

Chapter NineteenThe Quiet MathematicsDamian’s POVStillness is an equation, I know this because I have lived long enough to measure silence like currency.And tonight, the silence tells me everything.Sebastian has moved. Blake has followed. Leila has chosen neither, which is a choice in itself.I should let it play out and let Sebastian do what he does best seduce, consume, fracture. Let Blake do what he does worst believe. Let Leila dangle between them like the spark in dry grass, burning before she even knows she’s on fire.But I am not as patient as the watchers.Nor as cruel as Sebastian.Nor as faithful as Blake.I am something else. Something they keep forgetting because they want me to be only one thing: brother, traitor, ghost.But I am mathematician before all of it. I keep the numbers.And the numbers say this: if Leila keeps the key, the Crown will find her. If Sebastian takes it, the game accelerates too fast. If Blake shields her, he dies before dawn.So the numbers

Chapter TwentyTwist Eva’s POVKael’s body was still caged above me, trembling with the aftermath of what I had done to him. His breath came ragged, his claws still buried in the stone on either side of my head like he needed to hold on or he’d collapse entirely. His golden eyes burned, but not with triumph.With fear.It wasn’t in his nature to admit it, but I felt it humming through the bond sharp, strangled, foreign. The mighty Kael, unbreakable, unbending, undone by me.By this.I didn’t understand what had happened. I hadn’t meant to reach for it, hadn’t even known it was there. The power had risen like a tide inside me, too strong to contain, and when it broke free, Kael had been pinned beneath it. His body, his will, his hunger all mine.And gods help me, I liked it.He lowered his head, his breath hot and uneven against my throat. For a moment he didn’t move, as if he needed stillness to piece himself back together. Then his lips brushed my skin, soft and dangerous.“What did

Chapter NineteenKael’s POVDivine The taste of her still burned on my tongue.Her laughter felt unbroken, victorious, trembling but still rang in my ears like a hymn I couldn’t silence.“Eva”.Her name was the first thought that pierced the haze. She lay beneath me, skin flushed, throat marked with my teeth, her nails etched down my shoulders. My body still trembled, muscles drawn taut with the memory of her tightening around me, of her daring me to break her, to ruin her, to claim her until nothing remained but my name on her lips.And yet, in the aftermath, it was me who felt completely ruined.I should have felt power humming through me, the satisfaction of dominance, of conquest. Instead I felt… hollow and shaken. My chest heaved against hers, my claws still embedded in her hips as though letting go would unmake me completely.Her smile was soft yet mocking. Her lips brushed the edge of my jaw.“You’ll never be free of me now.”The words coiled through me like chains.I should h

Chapter EighteenEva’s POVHis thrust made my body jolt sending me to cloud 9, my breath catching in a broken moan that slipped free before I could swallow it. The bond snapped taut, wrapping around my ribs like a cage, forcing every sensation to amplify until there was no escape from the heat of him inside me.Kael’s claws bit into my hips, anchoring me in place, having me arch my back and dragging me back onto him harder, deeper, until I felt him everywhere. His groan tore through me, low and guttural, vibrating against my chest where he pressed me against the stone.I clutched at him, nails sinking into his flesh as if holding him tighter would keep me from shattering. Blood slicked beneath my fingers, hot and wet, and the scent of it made me tremble with something far more dangerous than fear.“More,” I gasped, the word trembling out of me, raw and demanding.His answering snarl was not a refusal. His hips snapped forward again, but deeper and harder this time, his body slamming

Chapter SeventeenThe Crown’s Hunger Made FleshEva’s POVKael’s mouth crushed against mine like a blade pressed to the throat with sharpness, yet merciless, and inevitable.Every scrape of his teeth, every bruising press of his lips was fury, but fury couldn’t disguise what truly burned in him which was his “Want”.He tasted of iron and blood, of Eliara’s fading life, of violence he couldn’t undo. And beneath it all, he tasted of me.The bond roared through us, uncoiling until there was no clear line where Kael ended and I began. My hunger surged into him, his rage poured into me, and the collision was unbearable in its ecstasy.I gasped into his mouth, and he devoured the sound. His claws clamped my hips, dragging me flush to him, as if the closer we pressed, the sooner he could tear me apart. My laugh spilled between us, low and taunting, vibrating against his lips.“Break me, Kael,” I whispered against his mouth. “You’ll only bind me tighter.”His growl was a snarl torn from the m

Chapter SixteenThe Door’s WhisperEva’s POVKael’s fangs were still wet with Eliara’s blood when his eyes found me, it was not just rage and anger but something darker and something hungrier.The bond between us throbbed raw, Eliara’s scream still echoing through my veins, but the moment he tore from her body, it snapped taut between him and me. The crown had wanted three, and for one breathless instant, I felt it. Not Eliara. Not the pack. Him.Kael.The wolf who had sworn he would never bow.The wolf who would rather kill than kneel.And yet, his hands shook where they gripped Eliara’s limp form but I saw it was not from guilt or from grief but from the violence it took to deny what he felt when he looked at me.I smiled, slow and deliberate. “You feel it, don’t you?”His jaw locked, teeth bared. He didn’t move. Not toward me, not away. Just caged in place by the very pull he was trying to fight.“Don’t lie to yourself,” I whispered, tilting my head, letting the blood at my chest s

Chapter FifteenThe Crown’s HungerEliara’s POVThe moment my hand answered the bond, the world cracked immediately.It wasn’t just heat in my veins anymore, it was ash and lightning, a tide breaking inside my chest and flooding into hers.Eva’s eyes widened, her pale mouth parting. She hadn’t expected me to yield.The threads surged but they didn’t bind, they braided. My pulse wrapped into hers, Kael’s rage coiled tighter, and for one impossible breath, the three of us shared the same heart.I gasped, choking on a sound that wasn’t only mine.It was hers Kael’s and Eva’s.And then the visions came.Shards of memory knifed into me with blood on marble floors. A crown of bone pressed onto a brow that wasn’t Eva’s but a woman older, sharper, her smile carved from the dark. Wolves kneeling, thousands, their fur matted with reverence and terror. A queen, not of flesh but of hunger.The first.The Bone Crown’s true bride.Eva hadn’t been taken.She had opened herself willingly.The bond s