Chapter: CHAPTER 185 | Their interlinked pastCharlotte had just finished the inspection of the ballroom when Azraiel mindlinked her.“We need to talk.”She exhaled a breath of relief. Finally…!The subtle tension that had been curling in her chest since yesterday loosened a little. She’d been waiting for this moment—hoping he’d stop keeping whatever it was from her. Her boots clicked against the polished wooden floor as she turned, ignoring the flurry of activity still unfolding behind her.“I’ll be home in 5 minutes.” She replied quickly and broke into a swift jog, her heart oddly heavy despite the anticipation.Outside, dusk had begun to settle over the horizon. The sky was painted in muted tones of lilac and charcoal, streaked with wisps of cloud that blurred the edges of light. The hum of enchantments being woven into the pack’s outer walls pulsed faintly through the air. Wolves passed by her, nodding respectfully, some too busy stringing fairy lights or placing magical runes to pay her any mind.When she reached home, the l
Last Updated: 2025-07-06
Chapter: CHAPTER 184 | The Countdown Begins24:00 Hrs before the Ball The packhouse was alive with noise and purpose. Footsteps echoed off stone floors, voices called out over comms, and faint music from the rehearsal in the ballroom drifted through the halls. Everyone had something to do. Everyone had a task, a role.Charlotte wandered through it like a ghost.Katya’s glamour spell had hidden the burns well—no one could tell by looking at her that the silver flames had nearly torn her apart from the inside out. Her skin looked smooth, even radiant. Her eyes, though ringed with faint shadows, glowed just enough to pass for rest. The magic was perfect.And yet, she felt like a lie walking among the living.The halls bustled around her. Warriors ran logistics, witches reinforced protection charms, and the kitchen staff prepped for the dozens of dignitaries expected at tomorrow’s ball. Kira was busy near the southern border, scanning old journals from her mother between shifts. Katya was in the east wing, working on reinforcing Az
Last Updated: 2025-06-23
Chapter: CHAPTER 183 | Charlotte is awakeAzraiel sat still as stone on the chair beside Charlotte’s bed, his hands clasped loosely together, elbows resting on his knees. The soft beeping of the monitors filled the quiet room, a rhythmic reminder that she was still breathing.She was still here.But gods, it didn’t feel like it.His golden eyes were fixed on her face—peaceful, pale, too still. Her body was wrapped in healing bandages, the angry red and blackened burns visible in the few places the linen didn’t cover. Even the smell of charred skin hadn’t fully faded.His throat tightened.It reminded him so vividly of the day he first saw her. Unconscious. Her face just as pale. Her breathing just as faint. And him…sitting just like this, staring at her like she was the center of his universe.Back then, he hadn't known who she really was. But now...Now, she was everything.And she was hurt.He reached out slowly, delicately taking her hand in his. Careful. Reverent. Like the slightest pressure might shatter her completely.A
Last Updated: 2025-06-16
Chapter: CHAPTER 182 | The way back home1234...5678...1234...5678Charlotte tried to calm herself.They wouldn’t hurt her...All the people standing in front of her—they were her. Weren’t they?Yeah... she tried to summon some courage.They really couldn’t hurt her. They needed her to survive... right?She shoved aside the fear curling tight in her chest like a coiled snake.As if the wolf sensed her inner struggle, it nudged her leg again—gentle, insistent."Fine. Fine..." she muttered under her breath.Drawing in a shaky breath, Charlotte stepped forward.She stopped barely ten steps from the woman—herself, yet not. Every nerve in her body buzzed. She could feel the power radiating from the group around her, the thick, charged air crackling with supernatural energy.She poured all her focus into neutralizing her expression, forcing calmness into her tone even as her heart pounded."Are you...?" she began, voice wavering slightly.The vampire cut her off, lips curling into a smirk."Yup," she said casually. "We are You."C
Last Updated: 2025-05-21
Chapter: CHAPTER 181 | Do I know who I am?Charlotte’s head feels like she has been hit with multiple hammers a thousand times over. A sharp, pulsating pain courses through her skull, making her groan softly. Her throat is dry, her limbs feel like lead, and her eyes itch as she struggles to open them.What the hell is going on?Where is she?The last thing she remembers is an angry voice screaming “RAVEN!”, and then… nothing.She puts every bit of strength left in her body into forcing her eyes open. It takes effort, but after a few agonizing seconds, she finally manages to pry them open. The first thing she sees is the vast expanse of tree leaves above her, their thick canopy allowing only thin slivers of sunlight to pierce through. She barely catches a glimpse of the sky in between the dense leaves.Great. More trees. That narrows down the place, she thinks sarcastically.A groan escapes her lips as she tries to sit up. Every movement feels like she is dragging a boulder attached to her body. Her limbs protest, but she pushe
Last Updated: 2025-03-19
Chapter: CHAPTER 180 | Charlotte calls outAzraiel leaned back into the sofa, letting out a loud sigh, his frustration is evident in the way his shoulders slumped. Ayleen sat beside him, her small hand lightly clasping his. She knew her touch offered him no real solace, but it brought her a sense of grounding she desperately needed. People often saw her as delicate, a young woman barely stepping into adulthood, sheltered and untainted by the harshness of life. They were wrong. What they didn’t see—what she kept hidden behind her soft smiles and quiet demeanor—was the weight of grief she had carried for years. She had witnessed heartbreak and loss, endured the kind of pain that left invisible scars, and yet here she was, sitting strong and steady beside Azraiel. Her fragile appearance was a mask; beneath it was a will forged by fire, stronger than most in their world. She tightened her grip on his hand slightly, as much for her own reassurance as to remind him she was there—not weak, not afraid, but ready to face whatever came
Last Updated: 2025-01-29
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