로그인(Draven POV)
“Gia! You have to get out of this room,” I said to her, and she blinked her eyes a few times before shaking her head no.
“You have no idea what the power of this curse is,” I tried to convince her, but she was really adamant about staying.
“Agatha!!! Agatha, please leave Alpha’s room as soon as possible.” Someone started banging at the door, and she looked at the door but didn’t budge.
“Gia! You really mean a lot to me, but the monster inside me didn’t care about anything, so please…” I almost begged her, and I can see fear in her green eyes. Her body was slightly shaking, and I knew she was on the verge of a panic attack, but she wanted to stay despite her fear.
“Agatha, please try to unders… Please leave,” I almost begged her to leave, but she wasn’t ready. Slowly, the moon turned red, and I looked at her with my red eyes.
My claws and canines elongated, and I stepped towards her. She gasped in fear and tried to run away, which was the biggest mistake. A different type of energy surged in my body, and before I could think… everything happened in just a few seconds.
“Agatha!!!” I heard her mother’s scream and looked at my hands. Her lifeless body was in my hands, and her blood was present in my hands, and on my body if I took a bath in her blood. The floor was also covered in her blood.
“No, no, no!!! You killed your own wife. The only person who loved a monster like you… No!!! My sweet daughter,” Her mother fell on the floor in front of me, and I looked at my black fingers, which were covered with red liquid. And me, my emotions turned numb like someone made my heart freeze. I was looking at her lifeless body like it was someone else’s mate, not mine.
“Agatha! She is gone… My Gia is gone,” I called her name, and her mother stood up before rushing towards me. She slapped me hard a few times, and I looked at her face with red eyes.
“Christine! He will kill you,” His husband pulled her toward him.
“I don’t care… I don’t care about anything else, George. My sweet baby is gone and now… Now, I have no reason to live… I want to die with her… want to die,” she fell on the floor and started wailing and sobbing. My nanny and special guard entered in the secret room.
“Master!” Gerald looked at the scene in front of him and covered his mouth in shock. Aunt Brigid stood there with sad eyes and unexplainable expressions.
“Gerald! Clean this up and arrange the funeral of the madam,” Aunt Brigid ordered him, and help me stand up before taking me to a bathroom.
“Take a bath and clean all the blood, Alpha! I will prepare your medicines,” I locked the door, took a bath like a robot, and put on clean clothes. I came out to find my medicines on the table and looked at my reflection in the floor-length mirror. Midnight black hair, red eyes, with half of my face and body covered in black panther-like stripes. My hands were almost covered with black if someone had painted them black. A cruel smile crept on my lips, which showed my unusual canines that can tear apart any human or animal in mere seconds without mercy.
“They were right! Who can love a monster like me?” I mumbled under my breath and came back towards the sofa. I picked up the soup bowl and my medicines and quickly finished everything in just a few minutes. I gazed out at the dark sky and sighed with sadness. Everything happened in less than an hour but I could feel the impact it would put on my life.
I have to deal with the consequences of my actions and will continue my life like normal after this funeral. I tried to forget everything, but the earlier scene started playing in front of my eyes in a loop, and I got up in frustration. I picked up the bottle of sleeping pills, took a few, and gulped them with water before closing my eyes to catch a few hours of sleep. I can sense the storm of the future already, so I should prepare myself to face it.
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**“How can you be this heartless, Alpha?” Gia’s mother came to the dining hall when I was finishing my breakfast.“You will receive the compensation for all this. No need to create a huge scene for this matter,” I answered in a cold tone.
“Huh? A huge scene? Are you even hearing your words? No one in this world can be more cruel than you. You are a heartless monster who killed my innocent daughter without any remorse.” She started crying, and I quickly got up from my seat and headed towards the door where Gerald and the driver were present. I had my mask on, so they couldn’t see my real face at all. My hands were also covered with gloves.
“I want to visit the factory before the funeral,” I ordered the driver, and he nodded before heading towards the factory.
After visiting the factory, I finished one meeting and then headed to the funeral house. All the close family members were gathered there, and as expected, everyone was accusing me in hushed whispers, and honestly, I don’t give a f*ck about them or their opinions. She already knew about everything, so it wasn’t my mistake at all.
After the funeral, I gave the cheque to her family and headed towards my secret villa to spend some alone time to calm my nerves.
Violetta 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 projector hummed softly as it came to life.A white screen descended at the front of the office floor, drawing everyone’s attention. Conversations died down, curiosity replacing judgment. Asher stood beside the senior, one hand tucked into his pocket, posture relaxed—but his presence commanded
Across the city, Selene smiled at her reflection.The rumors were spreading beautifully.Whispers of a monster. Of red eyes seen in the dark. Of a beast guarding its territory.She had fed them carefully—anonymous posts, frightened “witnesses,” leaked photos edited just enough to feel real.A sha
The house stayed awake even when Violetta couldn’t.Paper covered the dining table, spilled onto the floor, and was stacked on the couch. Half-drawn silhouettes, fabric swatches, color palettes taped together with trembling fingers. She had been working for hours—erasing, redrawing, starting over—h
The office floor went unnaturally quiet when Asher arrived.Not because he raised his voice. Not because he caused a scene.But because something about him shifted the air. Everyone knew about his power and authority and how much Alpha Draven gave value to his private guard. Even Gerald came after







