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Tyrant Luciano Zarkov:Eight hundred years is a long time to carry silence in your chest.Long enough that you stop noticing the emptiness. You learn to walk with it, fight with it, rule with it. You tell yourself the Moon Goddess simply forgot to finish the job when she made you—gave you claws that could tear down mountains, a wolf that never sleeps, a life that refuses to end, but no one to share even one quiet night with.So you conquer instead.Packs bow. Borders redraw themselves at your command. Children are named after you in fear more than honor. And still, every dawn feels the same: gray, endless, alone.I arrived in this small, trembling pack today because their Alpha begged on his knees. Their young were dying—some fever that burned hotter than any healer’s remedy could reach. My blood, they said, ran older. Stronger. Different enough to chase sickness out of small bodies like fire chasing shadow.I let them take it.I sat in their narrow medical wing, sleeve

Katherine Harrington “Her blood pressure is dropping!” The shout tore through the darkness like lightning. I tried to open my eyes, but my body wouldn’t listen. Everything felt heavy, like I was trapped underwater. Voices blurred around me. Machines beeped rapidly somewhere near my head. “She’s losing too much blood. Stop the procedure!” “We can’t,” another voice said nervously. “The beta’s daughter needs it!” Pain exploded in my side again, sharp enough to drag a broken sound from my throat. I wanted to scream. But the sedative chained my body to the table. Something cold touched my stomach. A second later— The blade cut. White-hot agony ripped through me. My fingers twitched helplessly against the sheet as tears slid down the sides of my face. So this is how it ends. Moon Goddess… My thoughts trembled weakly in the darkness. Is this really my fate? After five years of loving him. After taking a knife meant for his precious Helen. Now I had to give her my kidney

Katherine Harrington: In the five years I’ve stayed with Sebastian—through ten divorces—I’ve never once had the grand wedding he keeps promising. Actually, no. I’ve never had any wedding with him at all. I stand at the back of the wedding hall, half-hidden in shadow, arms wrapped around myself like I might hold the pieces together if I squeeze hard enough. The air smells of fresh flowers and candle wax. Soft music drifts from somewhere I can’t see. Everyone is smiling. I’m not. They gave me small tasks to keep me occupied. Useful. Invisible. I carried trays of crystal glasses filled with something sparkling, refilled them when they emptied, wiped condensation from the rims so no one would notice my hands shaking. Guests thanked me without really looking. Their eyes slid past like I was furniture. At the front, Sebastian stood tall in a dark suit, Helen beside him in white silk that caught the light every time she moved. Her hand rested lightly on the gentle curve of her b

Katherine Harrington: Sebastian didn’t even look at me when he spoke. “Let’s get divorced again.” His voice was mechanical, hollowed out, as if the words had been rehearsed in front of a mirror until all feeling bled away. “I promise you, after this one, I’ll give you the grand wedding you’ve always dreamed of. The dress, the flowers, the entire pack watching. Maybe then we can finally tell them we’re married… officially.” The promise hung between us like smoke, pretty, intangible, already dissolving. What else could I have expected? This was the tenth time. Ten times he had slid those same papers across the table. Ten times he had chosen her. Helen. His moonlight. The beta’s golden daughter. The one who had rejected him years ago, left him broken under a storm-soaked sky, only to waltz back the moment his name appeared in lights and his books lined bookstore shelves. I reached for the pen. My fingers felt numb, distant, like they belonged to someone else. I held