Chapter: epilogueKahlan – Two Months LaterPeace feels strange.Two months ago, the place was a warzone filled with ash and blood. Now it smells like cut grass and fresh paint. The limestone has been scrubbed clean. The broken walls have been rebuilt. The scorch marks in the plaza are still there if you look closely, but they don’t dominate the space anymore.The school stands whole again.And today, it feels alive.Students fill the courtyard—wolves, witches, vampires, humans—standing shoulder to shoulder without tension threading between them. No whispered suspicion. No hidden sigils carved into sleeves. No one flinching at the wrong scent.Just people.In the center of the grounds, where the worst of the fighting happened, stand two new statues.Derek and Ramsey.I missed them so much. They’re carved from pale stone, back to back, weapons lowered but not forgotten. The sculptor captured them perfectly. The plaques at their feet don’t list titles or ranks though. Just their names.I stand there l
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Chapter: One hundred Ninety threeKahlan The ritual circle still smoked a little where the chalk had burned, the scent of scorched earth and spent magic hanging heavy in the stagnant air. The barrier was gone. There was no more shimmering glow, no more impenetrable wall of translucent light that had separated our world from the abyss. Just open land stretching into the distance. Soren lay in my arms, his body limp, a weight that felt far heavier than it should have if he was still here. His chest didn't move, remaining flat against the frantic pressure of my own heaving breaths. There was no heartbeat. I stared at his face—pale as winter marble, eyes closed as if in a sleep he had no intention of waking from—and the entire world narrowed down to just the curve of his jaw and the silence between us. He had given his life for mine, a conscious choice made in a heartbeat that felt like an eternity. He had stepped in, offered his own soul up to the hungry void of the siphoners, and now he was gone, leav
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Chapter: One Hundred Ninety twoSorenThere was no ground beneath me.No sky, no wind, no light and no darkness either. Just absence.I could not feel my body. I could not hear anything except my own thoughts. I did not breathe. I did not blink. There was no heartbeat in my chest. I understood it immediately.I was dead.The memory of the stone circle came back clearly. The carved symbols. The siphoners standing in position. The air thick with magic. Kahlan in the center.They were draining her.The Flame inside her was already unstable. It had always been heavy for her to carry. It exhausted her. It pushed against her mind. She never complained about it, but I saw what it did to her. I saw the nights she couldn’t sleep. I saw the way her hands trembled after using too much power. She carried it because she believed it was her duty.The plan had been simple in theory. She would drink the poison. It would force the Flame into a dormant state. Freya would extract it. Kahlan would survive. That was the promise.But the
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Chapter: One Hundred Ninety oneThird person POV The battlefield was surrounded by crumbling limestone. It was currently filled with over ten thousand warriors. Leading the center of the defensive wedge was Dylan. He was a mountain of scarred iron, his heavy plate armor coated in a thick layer of grey stone dust and dark red arterial spray. He carried a massive, two-handed poleaxe that he swung in horizontal arcs, clearing a three-meter semi-circle of space around him with every rotation.He had decided he would only shift when necessary. He needed to reserve his strength. "First Rank, brace!" Dylan’s voice was a guttural roar that bypassed the ears and vibrated in the chests of his soldiers.The front line—six hundred men deep—slammed their kite shields into the muck. The enemy, a surging wave of grey-clad conscripts and heavy shock troops, hit the shield wall with the force of a landslide. The sound was a singular, bone-shaking *thud* followed by the screech of metal grinding against metal. Dylan stepped into
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Chapter: One Hundred and NinetyAuthors POV The horns of Ephraim’s army blasted through the morning mist, a low, brassy dirge that vibrated in the marrow of the bones of everyone gathered at the barrier. Reports from the scouts were no longer coming in as whispers; they were shouted commands. The enemy was two hours away.In the clearing at the base of the glowing, opaque wall, the air was unnervingly still. Ava knelt in the dirt, her fingers stained white with chalk as she drew the massive ritual circle. Her movements were frantic but precise. She knew that if a single rune was misaligned, the siphoning would backfire and incinerate everyone within fifty yards.Baba stood over her, her gnarled hands gripping a staff. She didn't offer to help with the physical labor; her role was to anchor the intent. "The outer ring holds the drain, Ava," Baba said, her voice gravelly and thick with a suppressed tremor. "Inner points anchor Freya. Do not skip the binding sigils. If the Flame leaks, Freya dies before the barrier i
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Chapter: One Hundred and Eighty NineKahlan"For someone so young, you look at the sky a lot," Baba said.I glanced over at her. She was sitting on the stone bench beside me, her stick resting across her knees."For someone so old, you know a lot," I replied. "So how old exactly are you?""Do I look old to you?" she asked.I chuckled. "You look like you could outlive all of us."She smiled a little, but it didn't reach her eyes."I can't do it," I said quietly. "Sealing the barrier. The people on the other side... isn't there a spell to undo the damage?""There is," she said.Hope filled my chest so fast it hurt. "There is?""It's somewhere in a hidden temple, buried in a tomb. But we don't have the time."The hope left as quickly as it came. I stared at the ground. "Thanks for nothing, really. I don't know what to do."Baba hummed, thinking. Before I could sort through my thoughts, she swung her stick and hit me on the arm."What the hell?" I said, rubbing the spot."Does it matter?" she asked with a smile.She tried to
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The Alpha's Bodyguard Is a Woman
“She is a murderer!” Alpha Dan roared. “That bitch murdered my son!”
I kept my eyes on the ground. It was safer that way. The entire hall felt like it was closing in on me, heavy with judgment.
“Only fools resort to such unruly grammar.”
The voice was calm. Controlled. Deadly ,for a moment no one said anything
“What did you just say to me?” Alpha Dan demanded.
“I dare you to lay a finger on her,” He replied. “You called me here for a truce. I can start a war just as easily. Besides, fools are highly flammable.”
Before I knew it polished shoes stopped in front of me
he came down to my level.
Warm fingers slid under my chin and lifted my face. My breath caught. His touch was gentle, but my skin burned where he held me. When I met his eyes, the world narrowed to just us.
“She’s from your pack?” he asked softly before tilting his head like he was making a decision
“Then I’m changing the papers. The name will read Violet Throne.”
My heart stumbled.
“And most importantly,” he said, his thumb brushing my jaw, “she’s mine.”
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The last thing Voilet expected at the mating ball was to be accused of murder.
Now she’s on the run.
To survive, she abandons her identity and lives as a man. She never planned to become a bodyguard and she certainly never planned to work for the most ruthless Alpha in the territories.
But the most dangerous part?
He looks at her like she’s the answer to everything he’s ever wanted.
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Chapter: NineteenDanteNo matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t sleep. The room was dark except for the thin strip of moonlight sneaking through the curtains. Every time I closed my eyes, her scent filled my head—that clean, warm smell that had clung to her earlier in the evening. It wasn’t strong perfume, just something soft and human that refused to leave me alone.“Get it together, Dante,” I muttered, punching the pillow. My voice sounded too loud in the quiet house. The couple had been kind enough to give us separate rooms after I told them my wife was injured and needed space. Now she was right next door, and the wall between us might as well have been paper.I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling, but her scent still haunted me. How was that even possible? She wasn’t in the room. Yet every inhale brought her back.I kept seeing the way she tilted her head when she laughed at dinner. I shook my head hard, trying to rattle the thought loose. “This is stupid.”My mind refused to focus on a
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Chapter: EighteenVioletThe bandage had been manageable the first two days.But on the third day, it became a problem.I had unwound it carefully, standing in front of the narrow mirror above the washstand, and the wound itself looked better than I expected it to. It was cleaner at the edges, the skin around it losing the angry heat that had been there before. The healer had said it was the wolfsbane slowing things down, not any failure of my body, and she had been right. I could feel the difference. The deep ache that had kept me from drawing a full breath was lighter now, more manageable.The issue was the angle of where the fucking thing was. The wound ran along my left side, below my ribs and slightly toward the back and that made it almost impossible to reach properly with my right hand and entirely impossible to reach with my left. I had the clean bandage in my hands. I had worked out the route it needed to take. I had spent the better part of ten minutes attempting it and the result currentl
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Chapter: seventeenVioletThe door opened before either of us could move.Dante pulled back but not quickly enough, and the woman who walked in took one look at the distance between us, which was not much, and stopped in the doorway with the expression of someone who had expected better.She was older, white hair pulled into a neat bun, a walking stick in her right hand and sharp eyes that moved between me and Dante with the particular efficiency of someone who had seen everything and was not easily impressed by any of it."We really shouldn't have put you two together," she said, already crossing the room toward me. "She just woke up."I opened my mouth.Closed it.I had no idea what to say. My brain was still three steps behind and my lips still felt like something had just happened to them which something had and the woman was already beside the bed reaching for my wrist to check my pulse.I glanced at Dante.He was smiling.Not the small controlled almost-not-there expression I had come to recognise
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Chapter: SixteenViolet"Did you really think you could run from me?"The voice came before anything else.I knew it. I had spent a long time trying to forget the exact sound of it and I hadn't managed it, not really, it lived in a place in my memory that I couldn't reach in and remove. Low and self-satisfied.Derek.I turned around and he was there.Half of his face was gone.The left side of him from the cheekbone down was destroyed and what remained of it was just wrong and the eye on that side sat in the ruin of his face and looked at me anyway. The right side was exactly as I remembered it. Smooth and handsome and smiling.I tried to step back.His hand closed around mine.His grip was cold and it locked around my fingers and squeezed and I felt every one of my bones compress."Caught you," he said."Let go." My voice came out smaller than I wanted."I've caught you and no one is coming." He tilted his head, the ruined side shifting with the movement in a way that made my stomach turn. "Did you t
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Chapter: FifteenDante's POVThe bullet hadn't killed her.I pressed two fingers to her neck and felt the pulse — faint, but there. Her breathing was slow, too slow for my liking, but her chest still moved. That was enough. That had to be enough.I pulled her out from where she'd slumped, keeping low, then fired three rounds into the air behind us. Not to hit anything. Just to buy seconds, scatter whoever was closing in, make them think twice before moving. Then I lifted her onto my back and ran.I didn't stop.The woods his us fast. Branches caught my arms, roots tried to take my feet, but I kept moving. I could hear them behind us — not close enough to shoot, but close enough that stopping wasn't an option. My legs burned but my mind was somewhere else entirely.She can't die.That was the only thought I had room for. Not the mission, not the men behind me, not what any of this meant. Just that. She can't die. I didn't even know her real name yet. There was no way she was leaving me. Not like this a
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Chapter: FourteenViolet The atmosphere shifted the moment we arrived at the docks. Dante had brought a small, elite team. He’d been watching this specific crew for months; they usually had fewer than eight men handling the cargo. I checked my magazine, making sure it was full. My father had taught me how to shoot before everything went to hell, and the weight of the weapon in my hand felt familiar—comforting. Dante gave us clear directions. It was just the five of us: Bret, Ron, Simon, Ted, and me. The driver who had taken us to the date had already been sent home. “You are with me,” Dante told me, his eyes locking onto mine. “Keep the car going,” he told Ted. “You’re the fastest driver we’ve got.” The hit was planned. We moved in, the sound of suppressed gunfire muffled by the crashing waves. We took down the Northshore men before they even realized the perimeter had been breached. The yard went quiet after that — or as quiet as a dock at night could get. The waves slapped against the pylo
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