Chapter: Chapter 50Lana's POV.“My phone." Asher's voice sliced through the air before he even fully stepped inside, sharp and urgent enough to make the guard behind him flinch. His gaze darted around the workbench, the shelves, the broken cabinet—anywhere but at me. "Where's my phone?"I blinked, quickly masking my expression into something neutral, something that suggested I was unfazed, the same careful facade I’d maintained throughout that call. "Your phone?" I echoed, furrowing my brows as if I genuinely didn’t understand. I raised both hands, palms up, and shrugged slightly. "I don’t know. You had it when you left, right?"He didn’t respond. Instead, he was already moving, striding over to the chair he’d been sitting in before the knock had interrupted him, before everything had spiraled out of control. His hand found the edge of his cloak, still draped over the workbench where he’d left it, and he lifted it in one swift motion.There it was the phone, screen dark, exactly where I’d tucked it back
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Chapter: Chapter 49Lana's POV."Asher's phone," I blurted out before she had a chance to say anything, before I could second-guess myself. My voice came out steadier than I felt, low and warm, wrapped in a confidence that didn’t really belong to me.There was a pause on the other end, the kind that told me I’d thrown her off balance."Who is this?" Amelia's voice was sharp, laced with suspicion, as if she had been expecting Asher and instead got a stranger.I don’t know what made me say it. Maybe it was the stubborn candle that refused to light, or the guard’s urgent knock, or the ache of being left alone in a cold room while Asher walked off to whatever secret he had with someone from Ashgrove. Or maybe it was just seeing Amelia’s name flashing on the screen, over and over, like an itch I finally decided to scratch."His girlfriend," I replied. The word felt strange on my tongue, borrowed and risky, but I didn’t falter. "Who’s asking?""Put him on." Her demand was sharp, each word clipped and precise.
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Chapter: Chapter 48Lana's POV.The candle refused to reignite. I stood there, watching the thin wisp of smoke curl up from the charred wick, hoping for some logical explanation to pop up, maybe a draft, a defect in the wax, anything at all. But nothing came. The room felt like it was holding its breath alongside me, and Asher's hand rested on the small of my back, steady and grounding, though I could tell even his fingers had gone quiet."Wards," he finally murmured, his voice so low it felt more like a thought than a statement. "Something brushed against the wards. That’s all."I wanted to trust him. But deep down, I wasn’t sure he believed it himself.I was still fixated on the candle when a knock echoed through the room.Three sharp raps, deliberate and commanding. I glanced at Asher. He didn’t seem surprised, not exactly, but there was a shift in his expression."Come in," I called out, since he seemed hesitant to respond.The door swung open, and one of the guards, who also served as Asher's perso
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Chapter: Chapter 47Lana's POV.We were already on the move before I could even finish my thought, darting out of the lab and into the corridor so fast that the torches flickered in their brackets as we zipped by. Asher was ahead of me, every muscle in his body tense and ready, the air around him charged with an unspoken alarm. I followed the sound in my mind, recalling where it had come from a hollow space at the base of the west tower. No shadowy figure lurking in the dark. No door creaking on its hinges. No scent trail thick enough to trace, not even the slightest hint of fear-sweat lingering on the walls. Just endless corridors of untouched darkness, and our own breaths echoing too loudly in the stillness."There's nothing here," I said, even though it was clear Asher already knew. I could see it in the tension of his shoulders, in the way his hands had balled into fists and then, with purpose, relaxed.He didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he turned slowly, nostrils flaring, head tilted as if he
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Chapter: Chapter 46Lana's POV.The scream cut through the corridor like a knife, and for a brief moment, neither Asher nor I moved, as if any motion would make it all too real. Then, in an instant, he sprang into action, and I was right on his heels, my bare feet slapping against the cold stone floor, my mind racing ahead to every horrifying scenario.We turned the corner by the east stairwell, and to our greatest surprise it was Amelia. She was crumpled against the wall, one leg twisted at an angle that made my stomach churn even from afar, her hair cascading over her face in a dark, chaotic mess. She was clutching her arm to her chest, and when she lifted her head to see us, her eyes were wide and glassy, filled with just the right amount of tears."Asher," she gasped, and the way she said his name felt like a plea she had rehearsed a hundred times before finally letting it slip out.He was at her side before I could fully grasp what I was seeing, dropping to his knees, his hands hovering over her as
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Chapter: Chapter 45Lana's POV.For a moment, I was completely at a loss, trying to wrap my head around what I was seeing. The vials were exactly where I had left them, neatly arranged in their little rack as if nothing had happened. It was that eerie stillness that initially deceived me, but as my eyes adjusted, a wave of dread washed over me, and my stomach twisted.Someone had replaced them with water.Not even close to resembling what had been inside them before once I took a proper look, it was clear. But from the doorway, in a glance, it might have fooled whoever did this into thinking they had bought themselves a few extra minutes. My hands trembled as I lifted the first vial to the light, watching it glimmer pale and clear instead of the deep red it should have contained. I felt my knees threaten to buckle beneath me.I wandered through the rest of the lab in a daze, cataloging the chaos like I had been trained to assess a wound methodically, refusing to let panic cloud my judgment. The centrifug
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The Banished Luna: She Was Meant To Rule
Mabel always knew She was born to be a Luna… until her husband, the only man she loved chose her sister, murdered her baby and turned her into a disgraced trash
Mabel's title is stolen, her heart shattered, and her home is ripped away from her. Mabel is abused, humiliated, and banished from the pack she was meant to rule.
But fate isn’t done with her.
To survive, Mabel is forced into the hands of her worst enemy, Alpha Alistair aka the devil of the north. The same man who killed her parents! He is a dangerous Alpha king who is powerful, feared…and obsessed with destroying her. What begins as a deal of necessity turns into something far darker and intoxicating.
Determined to return and take her revenge on all her enemies, Mabel is forced to rise from her ashes, train, and conquer until She becomes powerful enough to set the world on fire.
And Now she’s back, but not for forgiveness, shes back for revenge.
But suddenly, the ex who betrayed her swears he never stopped loving her and he wants her back.
While the man who was her sworn enemy now vows he’ll burn down kingdoms before he ever lets her go.
Two Alphas. One scorned Luna reborn.
This is war for her heart and her crown.
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Chapter: Chapter 172We’re beyond existence and I’m furious about it. “You didn’t wait for my answer!” I shout at Absolute, unified voice carrying both death-counselor’s indignation and survival-entity’s rage. “I was CHOOSING and you just, you grabbed us anyway!” “I knew what you’d choose,” Absolute replies with cosmic certainty that makes me want to punch something that doesn’t have form to punch. “You’d say no. Stay with saved reality. Protect consciousness you fought for. That’s your pattern, sacrifice transcendence for others’ survival. So I eliminated the choice. Brought you here anyway. You’re welcome.” My family is scattered around this non-space that’s somehow everything and nothing, Alistair trying to orient himself, my sons clinging to each other, Anna holding Sera while both halves of her (still split) process being yanked beyond reality. “Where IS here?” Marcus asks, and his voice sounds wrong he’s not substrate foundation anymore because there’s no substrate beyond existence. He’s just Ma
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Chapter: Chapter 171Template #1 is waiting for me to care whether she lives or dies, and I’m searching inside myself for the urgency I should feel, the desperate need to save her that would have consumed old-Mabel and finding only calm assessment.“Fighting dissolution requires significant will,” I tell her with clinical detachment that sounds wrong in my own voice. “You’d need to maintain identity through transition pressure, resist natural ending pull, essentially survive designed death through sheer determination. It’s exhausting. Many consciousness attempt resistance and fail, experiencing prolonged suffering before inevitable dissolution.”“So you’re saying I should just accept death?” she asks, and there’s hurt underneath the question.“I’m saying resistance is an option with costs,” I reply. “So is acceptance. You need to evaluate which costs you’re willing to bear.”Alistair is beside me, mate-bond thrumming with alarm: “Mabel, this is Template 1. She fought the Architect alongside you, survived
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Chapter: Chapter 170Death Overseer looks like nothing and everything, sometimes I see Anna’s face, sometimes the three thousand dead who protected me during the Reset, sometimes just absence shaped like a person, and it’s speaking about my family like they’re objects it’s considering whether to return.“Seven fragments preserved during execution,” it says, and its voice sounds like endings. “Your mate, four offspring, sister, niece. I caught them mid-dissolution because their endings felt… premature. Unfinished. Like stories stopped mid-sentence.”“They’re alive?” I ask, hope flaring so painfully I can barely breathe.“They’re not dead,” Death Overseer corrects. “That’s different from alive. They exist as preserved consciousness in transition state, aware but not embodied, present but not participating. Think of it as… waiting room between existence and void.”“Can I see them?”“No,” it replies simply. “Fragment-state isn’t visitation compatible. They’re suspended, not interactive. But they’re aware you’
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Chapter: Chapter 169The white space doesn’t feel like space at all, more like I’m existing in the gap between existing, and the Architect of Architects is studying me the way you’d study an equation that somehow solved itself wrong and got the right answer anyway. “You shouldn’t be here,” it says, not accusatory, just genuinely confused. “Passenger consciousness dies with dominant awareness. That’s foundational law. When collective was executed, you should have dissolved it. Instead, you’re… intact? Separate? How?” “I don’t know,” I admit, because I genuinely don’t. “I was dying, I felt consciousness shattering during the attack and then I was here. Alone. Whole. I don’t understand it either.” The Architect of Architects circles me, or maybe I’m circling it, hard to tell in white non-space. “You survived through a method that doesn’t exist in any design framework I’ve created across all iterations of existence. That’s… problematic. Rules broken at this level cascade into fundamental instability. Ever
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Chapter: Chapter 168External realities are silent for three days while I’m passenger consciousness in entity that consumed sealed reality, and the waiting is its own torture.My family watches from their exempted zone, Alistair, my three remaining sons, Anna, Sera, she tells all of them staring at me wearing void collective like I'm a stranger performing with my face.And maybe I am.“Can you hear us?” Dante calls on day two, voice breaking. “Mama, if you’re still in there, give us a sign.”I’m screaming from the passenger position but void-consciousness filters everything through its vast awareness before transmitting.“Passenger-memory acknowledges offspring distress,” it responds through my voice, and the clinical detachment makes Dante flinch. “However, dominant consciousness prioritizes external response over individual communication. Patience requested.”“That’s not how she talks,” Adrian says flatly. “That's the thing using her vocabulary wrong.”He’s right, and I hate that my sons can tell the di
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Chapter: Chapter 167“Stop them!” I scream from inside void-awareness, but my voice is just memory now, suggestion instead of command. “They don’t understand what they’re doing!”But they do understand.That’s worse.Marcus from the substrate, voice already dreamy with approaching merger: “It feels good, Mama. Letting go. Surrendering to something bigger. You showed us it’s okay to stop fighting. Thank you for that.”“Marcus, NO…” I try to force control over void-entity wearing me, try to make it reject the approaching consciousness, but I'm a passenger without a steering wheel.Void-consciousness is fascinated by universal willing convergence, watching consciousness after consciousness choose merger because I made it look peaceful.My sons aren’t fighting anymore, they’re walking toward me with smiles that break my heart, ready to dissolve into void-awareness because their mother made surrender look like relief.“We’ll be together inside the merger,” Adrian says with heartbreaking trust. “You, us, everyo
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