LOGINVioletta was asleep beside him, her head resting near his arm, one hand still tangled in his shirt like even in sleep she refused to let him go too far. For a long moment, He didn’t move.Didn’t speak. Didn’t even breathe properly.He just stared at the ceiling while the first pale light of morning filtered through the witch’s crooked windows.And waited.Waited for it.For the old darkness in his blood. For the restless violence under his skin. For the constant pressure of something cursed and hungry pacing beneath his bones.But—There was nothing.No beast. No shadows. No rot curling through his instincts.Only silence.Only peace.Only the sound of Violetta breathing softly beside him.And for the first time in longer than he could remember—Draven Blackwood felt free.His throat tightened.His gaze shifted downward slowly.To her.She looked exhausted even in sleep.Beautiful. Fragile. Stronger than anyone had ever given her credit for.The bruises on her skin had faded in
The third night came too fast.Violetta barely felt the hours pass.One moment she was lying beside him in the narrow bed, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing like she was memorizing it…and the next—She was standing barefoot in Seraphine’s ritual room.The air felt different tonight.Heavier.Charged.Like, even the walls knew something irreversible was about to happen.The circle had been prepared.Black candles burned in perfect symmetry. Ancient symbols carved into the wooden floor now glowed faintly—alive, pulsing with something old and dangerous. At the center—fire.Not a normal fire.Dark. Gold at the edges, but deep crimson at its core, flickering like it had a heartbeat of its own.Violetta’s throat tightened.Seraphine stood on the opposite side, already cloaked in ritual markings, her silver hair braided tightly down her back.Dimitri and Gerald stayed near the door.Silent for once.Because this—This was not something to joke about.Draven stood at the ed
The room Seraphine gave them was too small for distance.That was Violetta’s first thought the moment Draven shut the door behind them.It wasn’t a grand guest suite. It wasn’t even comfortable in the way Blackwood luxury had trained her to expect.It was old wood, candlelight, a stone fireplace, one narrow bed, one wardrobe, one washbasin, and a single tall window overlooking a forest thick with fog.One bed.Of course.Because apparently the universe, the council, and every cursed bloodline ancestor in existence had all decided she hadn’t suffered enough yet.Violetta stood in the center of the room with her bag still hanging from her shoulder and slowly turned to look at Draven.He was already looking at the bed too.Then at her.Then back at the bed.Silence.Heavy. Tense. Dangerously aware.Gerald, somewhere down the hall, chose that exact moment to say far too loudly—“I swear if they kill each other before the ritual, I’m leaving.”Dimitri muttered something back that sounde
They left after midnight.No formal escort. No royal convoy. No council banners announcing where the Blackwood Alpha and his Luna were headed.Only one black SUV cutting through the dark mountain roads under a moonless sky.Inside, the silence felt alive.Violetta sat in the back seat beside Draven, her fingers curled tightly in the folds of her black coat while the city lights disappeared farther and farther behind them.Dimitri drove.Gerald sat in the front passenger seat, cigarette unlit between his fingers for once, which was how everyone knew this was serious.No one had spoken for the first twenty minutes.Not because there was nothing to say.Because there was too much.A ritual. Blood magic. The possibility of breaking Draven’s curse. The possibility of dying if they tried.Violetta could still hear Madame Thorne’s voice in her head.If the mate bond destabilizes during the ritual… she may die with him.Her throat tightened.And beside her—Draven had been silent for too
The council chamber held its breath.Gerald stood in the center like a man who had finally been handed permission to ruin someone’s life.And judging by the way Celeste’s face had gone pale—He was about to enjoy it.“Proceed,” Elder Isolde said sharply.Gerald inclined his head just enough to be respectful.Then tapped the tablet in his hand.The massive silver screen behind the council seats flickered to life.At first, it showed nothing but timestamped security footage.A hallway. A service entrance. The outer corridor of a private lounge.Then—Celeste appeared on screen.A murmur rippled through the chamber instantly.She was wearing a dark cloak, hood up, but there was no mistaking her face as she entered a restricted lower-district building three nights before Violetta’s abduction.Celeste’s expression shifted.Barely.But enough.Violetta’s pulse started pounding.Gerald’s voice cut cleanly through the silence.“This footage was recovered from a confiscated surveillance syst
The moment Violetta stepped forward—The entire chamber shifted.Not loudly.Not dramatically.But undeniably.Because the woman Celeste had tried to corner…was no longer standing in the shadows.She was standing in the fire.And she wasn’t backing down.Draven’s hand hovered at her back for a second—like instinct demanded he pull her behind him again.Protect. Shield. Control.But then—he stopped himself.Because he saw her.Really saw her.The way her spine straightened. The way her chin lifted. The way her eyes—still carrying pain—now burned with something far more dangerous.Resolve.So instead of stopping her—He stepped half a pace back.Letting the room see her.Letting them understand exactly who they were trying to break.************ Violetta faced Celeste first.Not the council.Not the audience.Her.Because some battles needed to be personal before they became political.“You’re very bold,” Violetta said calmly.Celeste smirked.“And you’re very composed for someon
The boardroom was filled with numbers.Charts flickered across the screen. Investors leaned forward, listening carefully as Violetta outlined the restructuring strategy with calm precision. She stood at the head of the table, one hand resting lightly on the edge of the polished wood, the other movi
The forest did not calm him. It bent around him. Branches snapped beneath the weight of his body as he tore through the trees, the earth trembling with each stride. The poison burned through his veins like molten iron. It wasn’t weakening him. It was provoking him. His beast wanted blood. Not
Selene did not believe in revenge that shouted. She believed in revenge that smiled. After Draven humiliated her in the mansion, after Violetta claimed authority in boardrooms that were never meant for her, Selene did not scream or throw things this time. She sat in silence for three days. Watc
The flames behind them climbed into the night sky like a warning. Red. Violent. Unforgiving. Draven didn’t look back at the burning warehouse again. His entire attention was fixed on the two tiny lives now wrapped safely in blankets inside the armored vehicle. Kael had finally stopped crying, bu







