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Seventy four: blood betrayal

Penulis: Lynda writes
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-07-07 22:26:25

Fiona's pov

I was halfway through the Ashmere pass when the forest went too quiet.

No birds, Just the creak of my horse’s reins and the low thunder of something approaching far, far off.

That’s when I felt it, magic.

Not mine and neither Logan’s. Something familiar but wrong.

I reined in my horse just as a blade hissed past my cheek, catching the edge of my cloak.

I jumped to the ground, already summoning a pulse of energy to my palm, but it fizzled and then muted, as if something was pulling it from me.

Three figures stepped out from the trees, silent as ghosts. Black cloaks. Masks.

And then a fourth followed.

No mask.

Just Mia.

Her eyes met mine without hesitation.

“Hello, Fi.....”

It felt like the world tilted sideways. “Mia,” I whispered, disbelief clawing up my throat. “What are you doing?”

She stopped a few paces away, lowering her hood. Her braid was tucked tight, her expression unreadable. Except for the regret I thought I saw regret there.

“I didn’t want it to be like this,”
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  • A DEAL WITH THE ALPHA DEVIL   Seventy one: Cost of touch

    Logan's pov That night, I didn’t sleep.Fiona did, barely curled beside me despite everything. Her breathing was shallow, her shoulders tense even in sleep, like her magic knew before she did that I wasn’t safe to touch.I watched her and counted the rise and fall of her chest. The small, unconscious movements—her fingers twitching toward mine, her brow furrowing like she was dreaming of something just out of reach.I didn’t know if it was love anymore.Or habit or hope but it wrecked me, the way she stayed.Even when I didn’t deserve it.Even when I wasn’t sure what would wake up in my body the next time I closed my eyes.At some point, I slipped from the bed and stepped barefoot onto the cold stone. I didn’t need light—my eyes had changed. I could see in the dark now, but not the way wolves do. This was Stranger.The shadows spoke when I walked past them.I don’t mean metaphorically. I mean they moved their mouths.Whispers in a language I didn’t know. Not in the waking world. But

  • A DEAL WITH THE ALPHA DEVIL   Seventy: whispers beneath the stone

    Fiona's povThe whisper came at dawn.Not a voice exactly but more like a horn. A thread beneath her ribs, familiar and ancient, tugging her toward something buried, something waiting. She left before the healers noticed, before Logan stirred in his restless sleep again.Blackridge was quiet, blanketed in fog. The air felt thicker than usual, charged. Magic hung in it like a storm that hadn’t struck yet.She followed the whisper into the woods.And the woods obeyed.Trees parted where they shouldn’t. Stones glowed faintly as she passed, moss curling away from their surfaces. Fiona didn’t question it—she didn’t have the energy to fight what called her. Not after everything. Not after him.The ground changed beneath her feet—damp earth giving way to old stone steps, half-swallowed by roots and time.Then she saw it.The altar.Half-crushed beneath a fallen tree, surrounded by thorns, it pulsed faintly in the lightless clearing. Not golden. Not white. But something older. Moonlight that

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  • A DEAL WITH THE ALPHA DEVIL   Seventy eight: unraveling

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