LOGINSeraphina Nightbane was never meant to survive. Every fated mate she’s ever had is dead. Gone without a trace. Nobody. No scent. No answers. Now, no wolf dares to claim her. No pack will take her in. Because the message is clear—whoever mates her is as good as dead. But the Council doesn’t believe in curses. They believe in power. And an unmated she-wolf with no allegiance? That’s a threat they refuse to ignore. So they give her a choice. Take a mate. Or be exiled. But this time, she refuses to let fate decide for her. This time, she signs a contract. One deal. Four Alphas. A bond that never should have existed. Kieran Stormclaw—The ruthless Alpha King who doesn’t believe in love. Caspian & Cian Moonshadow—Twin Alphas, one cold and cunning, the other wild and unpredictable. Ronan Darkmoor—The cursed prince who looks at her like he already knows how this ends. She expects a political arrangement. A necessary evil. Nothing more. Then the first body appears. A wolf, slaughtered and left at her doorstep. A message written in its blood. "Your mate will die, just like the others." The curse isn’t done with her. The prophecy she’s spent her life running from is waking up. And the deeper she’s pulled into their world, the more she realizes— One will betray her. One will die for her. And one will try to kill her. She was never meant to have a mate. So why does fate refuse to let her go?
View MoreI woke with a gasp, my body thrumming with a mixture of exhaustion and raw power that I couldn’t comprehend. The room was still, too still. And yet, the silence screamed at me. My mind felt thick, clouded, like I was waking from a dream that I couldn’t remember clearly, but the sensations—the pain, the pressure, the overwhelming weight of what I had given—remained with me.I barely had time to register the sensation of Kieran’s hand brushing mine, the faint pulse of warmth, before I was surrounded by the voices.“Is she awake?”“Seraphina?”I turned my head, but my limbs felt like they belonged to someone else. I could feel their eyes on me, waiting for me to speak, for some sign that I was still here, still the leader they needed me to be. But I wasn’t sure I could give them that. Not anymore.Caspian was standing just inside the door, his face unreadable. Kieran, still weak, was sitting beside me, his face drawn, his eyes filled with more questions than I
I couldn't breathe.The weight of what had happened crashed down on me, every breath ragged, my body trembling with the remnants of the ritual's power. The room felt too small, too suffocating, as the magic that had coursed through my veins bled away, leaving only the hollow ache of what I had lost.Ronan was gone.The words had been heavy in my mind, but they had never truly settled until I had turned to look at him, to see his lifeless form against the cold stone of the wall. His sacrifice—his life—had been the price to bring Kieran back, to save him. But it had cost me too. And as I sank to my knees, the exhaustion crashing over me, I realized there was no way to turn back. No way to fix the damage.Not even the steady sound of Kieran’s breath, the faintest rise and fall of his chest, could ease the raw grief burning in my heart.I had lost him. The price had been too high.But then, a sound—faint but undeniable—brok
I could feel it in the air before I even touched him. The stillness. The weight of everything that had led to this moment. The room seemed to pulse around me as I looked down at Kieran—still, motionless, breathing but barely alive—and I knew. I knew the choice I was making was irreversible. There was no turning back. Ronan had already prepared the ritual. The steps. The incantations. The sacrifice. I didn’t want to do it. I didn’t want to lose him, but I had no choice. Not when Kieran’s life hung in the balance. I had chosen Kieran. And now Ronan was offering his life, his essence, to bring him back. I turned toward Ronan, who was standing at the edge of the room, his face pale but resolute. His eyes were steady, unflinching, and I saw something in him that I hadn’t seen before. A quiet acceptance. The willingness to give everything, knowing full well the price. “I can’t,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “I can’t let you do this.”
I could feel the weight of Kieran’s hand in mine, the warmth of his fingers barely there but still, somehow, grounding me. Despite the stillness in the room, the slow ticking of time felt like it was pressing in from all sides, a suffocating rhythm that wouldn’t stop. I had no idea how long I had been sitting beside him—hours? Days? Time had become irrelevant when every second felt like a war waged in the space between us. Kieran’s breathing was still shallow, and though the healer had managed to stabilize him, the uncertainty of his survival gnawed at my insides like a hungry beast. The coma he’d fallen into was like an invisible barrier, a line I couldn’t cross. I could see the fight in him, the flicker of life that still burned in his eyes, but it was so faint. So fragile. And then there was Ronan. I hadn’t expected him to wake up. Not so soon. Not with the blood still staining his clothes, his body still battered from the battle that had
I had never been good at waiting.Time, when it moved too slowly, felt like a thousand weights pressing down on my chest, suffocating me in its crawl. And yet, here I was, trapped in its endless stretch. The world felt like it was spinning just beyond my reach, a blur of chaos, pain, and regret. Everything had fallen apart so quickly. The aftermath of the ambush, Ronan’s death, Kieran’s injury—my choice had shattered the foundation beneath us all.And now Kieran lay in front of me, pale, still, and breathing only by the thinnest thread of life. He had slipped into a coma just hours after the healer had stabilized him, his body too broken to fight any longer. Despite the healer’s assurances, despite the frantic hours we’d spent trying to bring him back, no one knew if he would wake up. No one knew if he would survive the night.I didn’t know.I couldn’t stay away. I couldn’t leave his side, not when the silence in the room was as suffocating as the weight of ever
The silence after I made the decision felt like the calm before a storm. Every breath I took felt heavier, like the world was pressing down on me. It wasn’t just the weight of my decision—it was the weight of everything that had come before. I had been too focused on trying to protect them, to keep the pack intact, and now... now I was the one who had fractured it. The healer had worked quickly, her hands moving with practiced speed as she stabilized Kieran. The light that had flickered in his eyes—so weak, so uncertain—had returned, and for a moment, I thought that maybe I had made the right choice. Maybe I had saved him, given him another chance at life. But then I turned back to Ronan. He was still lying there, his blood staining the earth, the color draining from his face. The wound had been too deep. There had been no time, no miracle to save him. His chest was still, his breath shallow and faint. I could feel the knot in my st
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