Mated To Valentine
North Harper, a brilliant yet unassuming third-year college student, finds solace in her books and late-night visits to her mother’s grave, escaping the torment of bullies who call her “turtle girl.” One night, she encounters Valentine, a mysterious Vampire Prince. Their connection deepens, but her life takes a dark turn when a rogue vampire attacks her on campus.
To save her, Valentine turns her into a vampire, unknowingly creating a rare hybrid. North awakens with enhanced abilities and newfound confidence, but her unstable powers and hybrid nature put her in danger. Valentine becomes her guide, helping her navigate her new existence, but their growing bond defies ancient vampire laws.
As the Vampire Council deems her a threat, a human faction called The Ascendants, an underground organisation bent on taking out Vampires, target her, seeking to use her blood to create superhuman soldiers. Amid rising tensions, The Ascendants infiltrate her college and attempt to abduct her. Forced to confront her dual identity, North must embrace her hybrid powers to protect herself and those she loves.
In a climactic battle, North destroys the Ascendants' leader and their serum, saving both vampires and humans. Gravely injured, Valentine’s fate compels her to make a choice: she asks him to transform her into a full-blooded vampire to secure her place in his world. Though the Vampire Council allows her to live, they keep her existence under strict watch, marking the beginning of her journey as a powerful anomaly in both worlds.
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Chapter: Chapter 130: Achilles' POVThe clock on the wall reads 3:07 AM when the door creaks open.I stir, blinking against the dim glow of the fireplace as heavy boots echo across the marble floors.Then I see him.And my drowsiness vanishes.Valentine strides in like something out of a gothic fever dream, long coat dusted with grime, moonlight trailing him through the open doorway. But it’s not his dramatic entrance that has me bolting upright.It’s the girl in his arms.I stare.Her body is limp, her head resting against his chest. Her ridiculously long black hair spills past his knees, trailing like a shadow. Her lips are slightly parted, her skin almost translucent beneath the chandelier’s glow.Oh, this is rich.I exhale sharply, pressing a hand over my heart in mock horror.“Val,” I gasp. “Have you resorted to kidnapping?”His glare is immediate.I continue anyway.“Is this where we are now? You get a little lonely, and instead of asking me to take you out, you—what? Pluck the prettiest girl off the streets an
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Chapter: Chapter 129: Valentine's POV (A hundred years later)A century. A mere blink in my existence, yet it feels like an eternity when spent with him. He. He, the chaos incarnate, the walking, talking embodiment of every headache I've ever endured. Achilles. Even now, a hundred years on, he manages to fill the mansion with his incessant chatter, his ridiculous schemes, his… his presence. Tonight, I seek a reprieve. A hunt.The moon hangs heavy, a silver coin in the velvet sky. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, a familiar aroma that usually soothes me. Tonight, it merely serves as a backdrop to my frustration. I stalk through the shadows of the old cemetery, my senses heightened, searching for the telltale signs of wild vampires. They’re a nuisance, these feral creatures, a stain on our kind.Then, I smell it. Something sweet. Caramel, with a delicate hint of lavender. A human scent, but unlike any I've encountered before. It draws me in, a strange, compelling pull.I move silently, a shadow among shado
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Chapter: Chapter 128: Achilles POVIf I had a coin for every time someone looked at me like I was an inconvenience, I’d probably own a nice pair of boots by now.Valentine’s mother, however, doesn’t just look at me like I’m an inconvenience—she looks at me like I’m a cockroach she’s too disgusted to crush.And I have to say, that’s not new.She says nothing when we run into each other in the halls, just gives me a long, cold stare before turning the other way and ignoring my existence entirely. But I can feel her disapproval dripping off her in waves. The king is no different—silent, unreadable, always watching me with mild curiosity, like I’m some street cat Valentine dragged in from the gutter.(Which, to be fair, is accurate. But still.)I keep my mouth shut, keep my hands to myself, but the longer I sit there in that stifling palace, the more I realize I hate it. I hate the way their presence makes Valentine tense, hate the way his mother’s sharp words cut him down without effort.So when he grabs my wrist later
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Chapter: Chapter 127: Valentine's POV Achilles is a menace.A charming, loud, dramatic menace.And somehow, against all logic and reason, I am enjoying myself.I’ve spent nearly three centuries in this world, drifting through time with the same predictable routine. Nothing ever surprises me. But Achilles—Achilles is unpredictable. A whirlwind of sarcasm and chaos wrapped in a too-thin frame, wearing my clothes as if he owns them.And now, I am taking him into the city.Paris at night is a sight to behold—cobblestone streets glistening under the glow of gas lamps, the murmur of voices spilling from cafés and carriages rolling down the avenues. The scent of warm bread lingers in the air, mixing with the ever-present perfume of the Seine.Achilles stretches his arms above his head as we step onto the street. “Ah, freedom! I can already smell the possibilities.”I give him a dry look. “That would be fresh bread, not possibilities.”He waves a hand. “Same thing.”We walk, side by side, and I notice he’s still too thin. The
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Chapter: Chapter 126: Achilles POVI should’ve seen it coming.The ridiculous wealth. The manor that looks like something out of an ancient royal painting. The way people around here bow slightly when they see him, as if he’s made of something more than the rest of us.Of course, Valentine isn’t just an important vampire. He’s a prince.The prince of all vampires.I pause mid-step in the corridor, my brain struggling to process this absurd fact. I mean, I knew he was high up the vampire ladder—no one lives in a place this extravagant without some serious power backing them—but the son of the king and queen? This is their manor?I’m staying under the same roof as the vampire king and queen?I run a hand down my face. Holy shit.And yet, despite all this, my senses don’t go haywire. I always assumed that if I ever stood in the presence of powerful supernaturals, my body would react—some primal, deep-rooted fear kicking in. But right now, all I feel is…Well. Mild panic. But that’s normal.I shake off the thoughts and
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Chapter: Chapter 125: Valentine's POV The moment we step into the manor, I hear Achilles’ heart pick up its pace.He’s overwhelmed.It’s evident in the way his wide, dark eyes dart around, struggling to take everything in—the marble floors polished to a mirror shine, the chandeliers dripping with golden light, the tapestries lining the hallways like relics of another time.He hasn’t lived like this before. That much is clear.I don’t acknowledge his awe. Instead, I lead him down the grand hall, past the looming portraits of my ancestors who watch us with unblinking eyes. The silence between us stretches, but I don’t break it. Not yet.We arrive at the dining hall. A long, gleaming mahogany table stretches nearly the entire length of the room, fit for a feast that no one ever has.Achilles lingers at the doorway.“Sit,” I tell him.He hesitates before obeying, perching stiffly on one of the velvet chairs like he’s ready to flee at any second.I turn to one of the maids, who bows instantly. “Something hefty,” I instruct, g
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The Wolf's Call (Book 1)
Olivia Morgan never believed in monsters, but the woods outside her hometown seem to disagree.
Haunted by dreams she’s never been able to explain, Olivia’s life takes a sharp turn one Halloween night when she discovers a black wolf caged beneath silver bars.
But when the wolf shifts into Ezekiel—a warm-hearted Alpha with an infuriating smile—Olivia’s reality fractures.
Upon freeing him, she finds out he's her fated mate and se's bound to him and a world of wolves and Lycans she never knew existed.
Her senses heighten, shadows stalk her every step, and Ezekiel insists she’s no longer safe among humans.
When her estranged grandfather, Roman, Alpha Ezekiel's Beta, appears with answers Olivia never asked for, she learns she’s not just anyone—she’s the daughter of a prince and part of a royal Lycan bloodline.
Torn between the familiar world she’s known and the legacy pulling her deeper into Silver Lake’s supernatural web, Olivia is faced with enemies she can’t yet understand.
Malakai, the feared adversary of her family, seems to know more about her past than anyone, and his motives feel far more complicated than simple vengeance.
As Olivia unlocks her dormant powers and unearths secrets about her parents’ deaths, she realizes nothing is as it seems.
And when an ancient curse sweeps through Silver Lake, threatening everyone she’s come to care for, Olivia must decide: run from the destiny she never asked for or stand and fight.
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Chapter: Chapter 49: Zeke’s voice is calm but firm as he speaks quietly with the chief enforcer, delivering the first piece of controlled, false intelligence for our trap, yet my attention drifts elsewhere entirely. My eyes, now sensitized by the training and the sudden awakening, follow the subtle, involuntary movements in the room—the rapid flick of a nervous wrist, the unconscious twitch of a mouth, the minute, hidden shift in energy and aura as the enforcers receive their orders. Erica stands a few feet away, meticulously pretending to be sorting through a stack of irrelevant duty rosters, but her ears are clearly perked, her attention quietly, desperately tethered to every single one of Zeke’s low words. She reacts before her trained mind realizes she’s reacting—her eyes flinch, her shoulders tense, and her breathing deepens ever so slightly each time Zeke mentions a strategic location or a name she shouldn’t be focusing on. "You see that, don’t you?" Isla hums softly inside my mind, her voice
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Chapter: Chapter 48:I sink against Zeke’s chest, boneless and wonderfully warm. Every muscle in my body feels like it’s been set on fire and then cooled with ice, but for once, it’s a sweet, delicious burn. Kael’s relentless training nearly killed me, pushing me to a point of exhaustion I didn’t know existed, and yet… I’ve never felt more profoundly, electrically alive.Zeke’s powerful arms tighten immediately around me, effortlessly carrying my weight as he strides through the quiet hallway. His steady, comforting heartbeat thrums a soothing rhythm against my ear, and his familiar scent wraps around me like an immediate sense of home.My chest warms and it carries through to the bond.“You’re warm,” he murmurs, his voice soft with amusement and relief. “What’s this? Did my terrifying, emotionally stunted mate finally miss me and realize I’m the softest blanket in the pack?”I want to roll my eyes, to throw a snarky, cutting reply at him like I always do, maintaining my defensive wall, but the words do
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Chapter: Chapter 47:“Again!” Kael’s voice booms, cutting cleanly across the vast training field like the snap of a banner in a gale.I groan, the sound pathetic and utterly defeated, and drag myself to my feet, wiping a thick stripe of sweat and dirt off my forehead with the back of my arm. My legs feel like they’ve been replaced by warm jelly, my arms like lead weights, and my pride? Dead, crushed, and thoroughly buried somewhere beneath the dirt I’ve been eating for the past hour of relentless, brutal sparring.Kael stands opposite me, completely, infuriatingly unruffled. Not a single drop of sweat glistens on his skin, and not a single strand of his molten-gold hair is out of place. His dark, fitted training shirt clings to his perfect body, but not because he’s exerted himself—it clings because the bastard looks like he was sculpted out of sheer, unyielding arrogance.I charge. I know I should be thinking, but instinct takes over, fueled by pure frustration. I aim a clumsy high kick. He sidesteps
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Chapter: Chapter 46: Olivia's POV I don’t stop walking until I’m completely out of the Library, closing the heavy, carved oak door behind me with a gentle click.My heart’s a mess. Wild. Erratic. My lips are still tingling from my unexpected kiss, and I feel disgustingly, embarrassingly giddy. It’s the kind of juvenile, swirling excitement I haven't felt since I was sixteen and convinced a boy in my class liked me.What the hell just came over me?One second I was staring at his tattoos light up, the golden glow of the containment seals humming with the sound of his suppressed anger, and the next I was launching myself across the table, kissing him like my life—and his sanity—depended on it. And it wasn’t some spur-of-the-moment pity thing, or me putting to practice what Roman had said. No. I wanted to kiss him. I needed to. The moment I touched his lips, the noise inside my own head—the fear, the frustration, the anger at his distance—all went silent too.But if I’d stayed in there a second longer, letting him pul
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Chapter: Chapter 45: Zeke's POV The voices are back. They’re never truly gone, but right now, they’re silent whispering, insidious and cold, like the sound of water dripping onto stone in a vast, dark cave.Failure.Weak.Kill yourself and take half the world with you.You deserve the end.I clutch the steering wheel of my jeep, grinding my teeth against the sound, the pressure building behind my eyes. I can feel the faint glow beneath my skin, the seals humming like they have a mind of their own, straining against the chaos in my mind.“Oh, no, you don’t,” I mutter, slamming on the brakes and pulling off the dirt road. The jeep shudders to a stop in a small, sheltered valley.I throw the door open and stride into the damp morning air. The valley is filled with tall grass and wild patches of colour. A ridiculous idea pops into my head, a desperate attempt to silence the demons with sheer absurdity.I clear my throat, take a deep breath, and belt out the most ridiculously upbeat, ultimately nonsensical pop song I ca
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Chapter: Chapter 44:The heavy, concrete training ball slams into my palms with a brutal force that nearly knocks me over backward. I grunt, my knees dipping sharply as I struggle to keep my balance, the rough surface grating against my skin. My arms ache, my shoulders scream with protesting strain, and the earth feels like it’s spinning beneath my feet, dizzyingly fast.“Again,” Roman orders, his voice utterly devoid of sympathy from a few feet away. He stands there, massive and completely composed, radiating a stern patience.I glare at him, my breath coming in ragged, painful gasps. “You are absolutely enjoying this, aren’t you? This is torture, Roman.”He smirks, the look of innocent amusement in his grey eyes making me want to throw the ball at his head instead of his hands. “A little. It’s excellent cardio, and it teaches you foundational core stability. Now, focus.”This is what I signed up for, is it not? Who thought that trying to prove myself worthy would include getting near death experienc
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Kidnapped By The Lycan Prince
Delilah Rivers, a half-human outcast in the Moonhaven Pack, faces constant ridicule for her inability to shift. Rejected by her mate and burdened by her mother’s forbidden union, she flees her pack, only to be captured by the Lycan Prince, Caspian, of the Goldencrest Pack, who mistakes her for a rogue.
Caspian soon discovers that she's the neice of alpha Rowan, the alpha of moonhaven pack.
At Goldencrest, Delilah’s fiery spirit clashes with Caspian’s arrogance, even as their attraction grows, leading Caspian to imprint on her.
Determined to prove her strength, Delilah uncovers her uncle’s dark secrets, including his role in her parents’ deaths and a conspiracy involving Lucian, Caspian’s vengeful brother.
As Delilah’s dormant powers awaken, she becomes key to uniting the fractured packs.
Betrayed by her cousin Theo and doubting her place in the werewolf world, Delilah finds solace in her love for Caspian. When rogue attacks escalate, she shifts into a wolf for the first time, severing her human side to protect the packs.
Theo redeems himself through sacrifice, while Delilah defeats Lucian, securing peace.
Emerging as the new werewolf queen alongside King Caspian, Delilah’s bravery transforms her from a ridiculed outcast to a celebrated leader. She regains her human side, finding balance and a brighter future with Caspian by her side.
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Chapter: Chapter 128: Caspian's POV The scent of blood lingers thick in the air, mixing with the damp earth beneath my boots. The moon barely cuts through the thick canopy of trees, casting long shadows over the fallen bodies. Their lifeless forms lie sprawled across the ground, the fight drained from them. It was over fast—too fast. Three rogues, dead before they even had a chance to scream. It’s not satisfying. It’s just... work.Ethan nudges one of the corpses with his boot, his expression bored. "Well, that was disappointing," he mutters, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I was hoping they’d at least put up a decent fight. Maybe throw a punch or two. But no, they just flopped over like dead fish. Pathetic."I wipe the blood off my blade, watching as the crimson soaks into the dirt. The forest is quiet now, the only sound the rustle of leaves in the wind. "They weren’t fighters," I say, my voice even. "Just scouts. Testing the borders. Seeing how far they could push before we pushed back."Ethan scoffs, stepping
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Chapter: Chapter 127: Delilah's POV The market square is bustling, the air thick with the scent of fresh bread and ripe fruit. I weave through the crowd, my basket swinging at my side, when I see him. Darius. My heart skips a beat, then plummets. He’s standing by the fountain, his dark hair catching the sunlight, his posture relaxed and confident. But it’s not just him. There’s a girl beside him, her laughter ringing out like a bell, too loud, too close. She’s beautiful, with black curls and a smile that seems to stretch too wide. They’re leaning in, heads almost touching, and my chest tightens.I shouldn’t care. We’re not officially mated yet, but we’re fated. He’s mine, and I’m his. So why does it feel like a knife is twisting in my gut?His head snaps up, as if he senses me watching. Our eyes lock, and for a moment, the world narrows to just him. His lips curl into that familiar smirk, the one that makes my stomach flutter even when I know it shouldn’t. He raises a hand, beckoning me over. My feet move before
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Chapter: Chapter 126: Delilah's POV The dining hall hums with the clinking of silverware and the low murmur of conversation. The long wooden table is overflowing with roasted meats, steaming vegetables, and goblets of deep red wine that glisten under the flickering chandelier light. The air smells of rosemary and thyme, mingling with the faint metallic tang of the silverware. I move quietly around the table, refilling glasses and serving plates, trying to stay invisible. It’s a skill I’ve perfected over the years—being unseen, unheard. But tonight, my hands tremble, my thoughts a chaotic mess.At the head of the table, Alpha Rowan, my uncle, commands attention effortlessly. His hard golden eyes sweep over the council members as he discusses pack resources, his deep voice cutting through the room like a blade. He’s dressed in his usual dark tunic, the fabric tailored to perfection, the golden crest of Moonhaven embroidered on his chest. He looks every bit the Alpha, every bit the man who holds my fate in his hands.
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Chapter: Chapter 125: Caspian's POV I sift through the files in my father’s royal study, the scent of aged parchment and oak filling the air. The fireplace crackles in the corner, casting flickering shadows across the dark walls lined with books of law, history, and the many conquests of Golden Crest. My father’s meticulous handwriting marks the margins of various documents, but one file catches my eye—a thick, yellowed folder labeled 'Moonhaven Case'.I pull it out and flip through the contents, my brow furrowing with every page. Moonhaven. The wolf pack that somehow broke out of Golden Crest’s authority. A lawless land, untouched by the kingdom's rule. And yet, here it is—a case file, an unresolved issue, one that should have been dealt with ten years ago.I clench my jaw. How the hell did my father let this slide?I slam the folder shut and lean back in the chair, my fingers drumming against the polished wood of his desk. This is unacceptable. A pack operating outside of our rule is a direct threat to our sove
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Chapter: Chapter 124: Delilah's POV The kitchen is hot, steam rising from the pots on the stove and clinging to my skin like a second layer. My arms ache from carrying the pail of milk, the weight of it pulling at my shoulders. I’m not built for this—not like them. My human body is weak compared to theirs, and the cook never lets me forget it.“Hurry up, girl!” she snaps, her voice sharp as a whip. “You’re slower than a snail in winter. What’s taking you so long?”I bite my tongue, forcing myself not to respond. She’s been scolding me all morning, even though I’ve been on my feet since dawn, scrubbing floors, peeling vegetables, and hauling supplies. Nothing I do is ever enough for her. “I’m sorry,” I mutter, setting the pail down with a thud. My hands are trembling, and I can feel the blisters forming on my palms. “I’ll try to be faster.”“Try?” she scoffs, her hands on her hips. “You should be doing, not trying. Useless, that’s what you are. A human in a wolf’s world. What good are you?”I flinch at her words, but
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Chapter: Chapter 123: Delilah's POV Theo’s room smells like him—like rain and something faintly metallic, like the edge of a storm. I’m on my knees, scrubbing at a stubborn stain on the wooden floor, my hands raw and stinging from the soap. The pack house is never clean enough for them, and neither am I. But Theo’s room is different. It’s quieter here, softer. The walls are lined with books, and the bed is always unmade, like he’s just rolled out of it. I don’t mind cleaning this space. It feels like the closest I’ll ever get to being part of something.The door creaks open, and I freeze. He’s here. I don’t look up, not right away. I keep scrubbing, even though my hands are trembling. I can feel his eyes on me, heavy and unreadable. “You don’t always have to do that,” Theo says, his voice low and steady. I finally glance up, and there he is, leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed. He’s wearing a dark sweater that makes his hair look even lighter, almost golden in the dim light. He sends me a small smi
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Chapter: Author's Note:Hi guys! We're at the end of another story, and so far, it's been an amazing journey, I should say. Thank you for reading till this point, thank you for commenting, thank you for contributing...thank you, thank you and thank you! If you're looking for more works by me, well I have: 1. Kidnapped By The Lycan Prince (wolf x Lycan) 2. Mated To Valentine (Vampire romance) 3. The Omega 's Choice (Wolf romance) I'm taking a short break for my school exams and at the end of August, we should be looking at the publishing of my new book, this time a trilogy. I want to call it my best work yet, so stay hyped about it! See ya!❤️❤️❤️
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Chapter: Epilogue: Tamsin's POV (Three Years Later)"Hush little baby don't you cry, daddy's gonna buy you a diamond ring," Nox sings, his voice a surprisingly melodic rumble, slightly off-key but full of genuine warmth. He bounces our daughter gently in his arms, his strong hands cradling her tiny form. Our little girl, at only two weeks old, has the strongest lungs and the sharpest cries I've ever heard from a baby. She can go from angelic sleep to ear-splitting wails in milliseconds, and I'm sure the entire pack house don't sleep at night because of that.The morning sun pours in, soft and golden, through the large windows of our bed chamber, painting everything in a light that feels warmer than it ever used to. It spills across the plush rug, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air, and settles on the breakfast spread laid out on a low table by the window. The scent of eggs, savory sausage, and sweet waffles wafts throughout the room, a delightful symphony for my nose.I'm perched on the edge of a plush armchair, sipping the
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Chapter: Chapter 119: Nox's POV The room is quiet, lit by the soft morning light bleeding in through the tall arched windows. I'm slumped beside Tamsin's hospital bed, her hand cradled between mine. I've been here since the trial was over yesterday, a perpetual vigil, and Silas had to leave sometime in the evening yesterday, pulled away by his own need for sleep.Every now and then, I squeeze her hand in mine, just to feel her warmth, to convince myself that she really is at the verge of waking up, just like the doctor said. Each squeeze is a silent prayer, a desperate hope. But every time I squeeze and she doesn't respond, a cold tendril of doubt snakes through me. I start to think that maybe the doctor was wrong, that maybe she's never going to wake up, that the nightmare will never end.Her heart monitor, a constant, gentle beeping in the silence, spikes up a little, a small flutter on the screen. My head snaps up, and I sit up straight, already making to stand to my feet to call for a nurse, my heart pounding
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Chapter: Chapter 118: Nox's POV (One week later)A week. One agonizing week since we arrived in Rome. Since Tamsin's poisoning.Every minute has been a torment, a constant battle against the crushing weight of guilt and fear. Now, here we are, in the royal council chambers, the air thick with tension, the fate of my mother and Zara hanging in the balance."Luna Selene of Lunaris, you stand here accused of the murder of your mate, the illegal use of lead, manipulating the mate bond between Alpha Nox and Tamsin, using it to your advantage to usurp the Alpha title and put your own self-thought candidate, bearing false allegations against Tamsin and the attempted murder of Tamsin. What do you have to say to this?"The voice of the lead elder echoes through the grand hall. My mother stands in the cubicle, her posture stiff, unyielding. She doesn't say anything. Not a word. "You're being asked a question, Selene," Queen Lyra orders, but my mother stays stiffly silent, a defiant smirk playing on her lips, her eyes cold and calculating.
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Chapter: Chapter 117: Nox's POV "Nice and slow...that's it. There...just like that," Silas is more or less talking to himself as his hands hover above Tamsin's head, adjusting the blanket ever so gently, as we board the plane. His movements are precise, almost reverent.Trust me, I wasn't going to waste another second in Lunaris after my mother had blatantly and blindly confessed to her crimes, dragging Zara along as well. The audacity. The pure, unadulterated evil. We're on our way to Rome to hand the issue over to the Royal council. I had already sent word two days prior, explaining the condensed version of events, and we've been given the go-ahead to come over.I told Silas to stay back at Lunaris because he's the only healer we have, and we don't know how long we'll be gone. The pack needs him. But he insisted on tagging along. "I'm not going to leave her," he had said, his voice firm, leaving no room for argument. "What if she gets uncomfortable on the flight? It's a long way to Rome, you know." And who am I
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Chapter: Chapter 116: Nox's POV The silence in my head is loud, a roaring void where Cyan’s frantic warnings once echoed. Now, he’s quiet, too quiet, leaving only the frantic, thudding beat of my own heart to fill the emptiness. Last night, our world came crashing down. My stupidity, my arrogance, my failure to anticipate their move—it all put Tamsin’s life on the line. Now she’s teetering on the threshold of death, and I’m consumed by a guilt that gnaws at my very core.I told myself I was going to be there to prevent her from getting hurt. I promised her I would never let anything or anyone hurt her again. Where are those promises now? They’re shattered, just like the wine glass that held the poison meant to kill her. Hate flows through me. Raw and untempered. It’s a burning river, forging a new path through my soul.The corridors of the dungeon echo with the hard fall of my boots. I’m not walking—I’m storming, fury pouring off me in invisible waves, my eyes darker than the hallway torches burning at either side
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