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Against All Odds Chapter 66. Cerberus wolf lost
* Zeina *The wind knifed down the slope like it carried a voice, ancient, wailing, grieving. And for a moment, I thought it wasn't the Hollow howling.It was him.Cerberus collapsed into my arms like the very earth had yanked the strength from his bones. I caught him, barely, though he was heavier than any burden I'd ever known. But I didn't care. I would hold him through every breaking moment if that's what it took.His skin was hot, but not with fever. Not with life. The wrong kind of heat. His breaths were shallow, like the world was growing too thin for his lungs to breathe it."Cerberus!" I cried, cradling his face. "What's happening?"And then I saw.His eyes, those untamed gold-flecked eyes that once glinted with the edge of something more, something other, were dulling. No glow. No glint.No wolf.My chest cracked like something sacred had been struck. "No," I whispered, brushing his hair from his sweat-slick brow. "No, no, no..."He tried to rise, his voice raw and torn. "I
Against All Odds Chapter 65. Cerberus and Robert’s Clash
* Cerberus *The Hollow Mountains had taught me many things, how to survive with nothing, how to break a man with my hands, how to pray with blood instead of words. But it never taught me what it meant to love.Not until her.The mark I'd left on Zeina still pulsed beneath her skin, as alive as the bond now tethered between us. I could feel her heartbeat even now, echoing faintly within my own chest. Steady. Strong.Mine. But peace was short-lived. The scent of him carried in the wind long before the scout returned. I knew it like rot. Like poison.Robert. He came not as a lover reclaiming what he'd lost, but as a tyrant demanding what he believed he still owned. I rose, bare-chested and silent, from the tangle of furs and warmth. Zeina's hand caught mine."Don't go alone.""I won't," I said, pressing my forehead to hers. "You're with me now. In everything."She nodded, her eyes luminous with power and memory. Then I left her behind in the chamber that still smelled of salt and sweat
Against All Odds Chapter 64. Cerberus is her choice, not fate
* Zeina *The fever had ebbed, but in its place came something far more dangerous, want. Deep, consuming, trembling want. For him.The moment I said the words "I choose you", something ancient cracked open inside me. A tether snapped. A chain, once buried beneath flesh and bone, fell away. The searing weight of Robert's brand burned across my neck one final time... then began to fade, as if scorched from the inside out by the fire Cerberus had carried home.And I was left with only him. Only this.Cerberus stood before me, the flicker of firelight casting gold across his dark brown skin, muscles drawn tight, breath thick. His hand, calloused and warm, cradled my jaw, his thumb brushing across my cheekbone."You're sure?" he whispered. But the way his voice dropped, deep, reverent, told me he already knew."I've never been more certain." My hands found the hem of his tunic and tugged, slow, deliberate, baring his skin inch by inch. "Mark me. Make me yours. And stay."He lowered his mou
Against All Odds Chapter 63. A choice and consequences
* Cerberus *The Hollow Mountains gave nothing for free.Even now, as the Godrender thrummed against my back, strapped there with leather and wolfhide, still warm from the altar, it wasn't triumph I felt. It was the weight of something final. Something that had already started to feed.Dirus didn't speak for a long time after we left the Black Altar. The silence between us felt sharp, brittle, like one wrong word could fracture the space itself.We walked until the tunnels grew less alive, until the air stopped humming. Only then did he break the silence."She won't survive a second failed ritual."I stopped walking. "This one won't fail."Dirus turned to me, his expression something between exhaustion and warning. "You still don't understand. The Godrender doesn't just cut. It changes. It takes from the wielder, yes, but it also takes from what it severs."My brows furrowed. "What are you saying?"He stepped closer, voice lowering, harsher now, like he was done playing the old, crypt
Against All Odds Chapter 62. Zeina’s bonded illness
* Zeina *Three days later.The fever came in waves, slow, creeping tides of fire that licked up my spine and settled behind my eyes. My chambers had become both refuge and prison, thick with the scent of sweat, crushed herbs, and the ever-burning lavender flames Donna kept in the hearth to soothe the ache that wouldn't leave my bones.The bond pulsed like a heartbeat beneath my skin, his heartbeat, not mine.I lay curled beneath furs soaked in my own heat, yet the cold wouldn't leave me. The mark on my collarbone had dimmed after the failed ritual, but it never faded."Donna," I rasped, my throat raw from too many nights of stifled screams, "Has he returned?"Donna knelt beside me, her hands warm as she replaced the cool cloth on my forehead. Her dark eyes were shadowed, lips pressed into a line she tried to hide every time I looked too long."Not yet, Princess," she whispered. "Cerberus has not returned. But he sent word through Kael, he reached his grandpa."I tried to nod but foun
Against All Odds Chapter 61. The help of a witch
* Zeina *The Seer's sanctum was a vault of ancient breath and buried secrets.Deep beneath the Western Alpha house, far from the reach of wind or sunlight, it breathed with a rhythm older than language. Behind silver-etched obsidian doors, the chamber pulsed with a slumbering power, the kind that hummed low in the bones and made your skin itch with memory you didn't know you had. Walls of dark stone curved inward like ribs, encasing the space like the hollow of some ancient god's chest. Candles flickered in the mouths of skulls, casting restless shadows on the frescoes of forgotten rituals.Five Seers circled me, robed in twilight silks, their faces hidden behind veils the color of bruised dusk. Their voices were already whispering, low and layered, like water falling backward.Cerberus stood just beyond the sigil ring, a dark shape against the glow, arms folded tight across his chest. His jaw clenched and unclenched with each passing second, the muscle ticking near his temple. The a
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