MasukLilith pov āWhat are you most afraid of, Lilith?āIf anyone asked me that question, I already had an answer.I wouldnāt even need to think about it.It wasnāt death.It wasnāt sickness.It wasnāt pain.It was helplessness.What terrified me the most was the feeling of helplessness. The feeling of standing there and watching the people I loved suffer while being unable to do anything. Unable to protect them. Unable to save them.The feeling of being weak.A scream ripped from my throat.Raw rage surged violently through every vein in my body as I launched myself at Samuel without hesitation, the ground beneath my feet cracking apart from the force.My hand shot straight toward his chest, toward his heart. My eyes burned red with murderous intent, every inch of me shaking with fury and SamuelāSamuel laughed.A wide grin stretched across his face as he stared at me with twisted amusement, like my rage itself entertained him.This manā¦This monsterā¦.He was the reason so many people died
Lilith povāLives are bestowed by the goddess. No one has the right to take them,ā the man with the kind smile had said, sunlight glinting off his face as he looked at me. I was twelve, staring up at him with wide, curious eyes.āBut⦠what if there are bad people?ā I had asked cautiously. āWhat if I have to fight, or kill, to protect myself or someone else?āHe had crouched slightly to meet my gaze, his smile unwavering but his eyes sharp, serious. āIf it ever comes to that, Lilith⦠then do it without hesitation. Protect yourself. Protect what you must. But know this, never do it out of cruelty. Only to survive, to protect, or to preserve what is sacred.āThose words had carved themselves into my bones. For all these years, I had believed them, lived by them. Every soul belonged to the Moon Goddess, and no one had the right to take it. Even when Dravena justified her killings, deep down, I knew she was right. Some people deserved to die, some deaths shouldn't be questioned and should
Samuel povLilith.She looked barely conscious now, slumped weakly against the ground with her eyes shut, her breathing shallow and uneven as the drug dragged her deeper under.I stared at her for a long moment before smiling faintly.āThat was my original plan,ā I murmured quietly. āWhat I wanted to achieve.ā My expression shifted slowly as I exhaled a short, almost amused breath. āBut nowā¦ā A soft laugh slipped out. āIām not so sure anymore.ā I tilted my head, studying her as though she were the only thing in the room worth understanding. āI donāt know why Iām doing any of this now.āMy brows furrowed faintly, a rare trace of confusion crossing my face. āYes, itās exciting. Itās entertaining. It's fucking fun to watch everyone being treated like a goddamn fool!ā My smile twitched as I spoke, quieter this time, almost thoughtful. āBut I still donāt really feel it.ā My voice dropped slightly, softer, as though I were admitting something inconvenient to myself. āI donāt think Iām bec
Samuel povāSince everyone has already shared their stories,ā I said lightly, my voice deep and casual, āitās only fair that I share mine too, isnāt it?āA thoughtful hum slipped from my lips as I tilted my head slightly. I didnāt wait for an answer.I never did.There was no need for her voice. Not yet. Not when everything I wanted was already unfolding exactly the way it should.āThere was a boy,ā I began softly, almost conversationally, āand that boy was me. Samuel.āMy footsteps echoed slowly against the ground as I walked. Each step dragged something deeper out of me, widened the grin on my lips, made my heartbeat pound heavier inside my chest.āWhen I was young, I already knew I was different.āThe moment the words left my lips, the world blurred.Shifted.Flickered.Until I was no longer there anymore.A mirror appeared in my mind and in front of it sat a small boyātoo still, too quiet, too rehearsed.āSmile,ā my mother said gently.I saw her clearly. Soft eyes. Warm voice. Sta
Lilith povWhen evil doesnāt look like a monster, how would you even know who the real villain is?***My heart pounded so painfully it felt like it would rip straight out of my chest.So painfully I couldnāt breathe.So painfully my vision blurred until I could barely see what was in front of me anymore.Maybe it was because the tears wouldnāt stop falling.Or maybe it was because something deep in the darkness kept pulling at me, whispering for me to close my eyes, begging me to lose consciousness so I wouldnāt have to witness what sat before me.My chest felt torn apart.Shredded into pieces that could never be put back together again because the man before meā¦That couldnāt be my father.It couldnāt.My father couldn't be the one twitching weakly against the chair. He couldn't be the man with no eyes. No tongue. No arms. No legs.Not the man desperately trying to speak through broken, incoherent sounds spilling from his mouth.Yet I understood him.Even without words, I understood
Lilith povMy heart dropped.She was a Moonburn?She wasnāt from Fangspire. She had just appeared in the packhouse one day. No one ever really knew where she came from. So sheā¦she was from the Moonburn tribe.The ones who were wiped out years ago at the hands ofāMy stomach tightened.āVerekā¦ā I breathed.Loraās expression didnāt change.āThatās right,ā she said quietly. āVerek.ā She stepped back slightly, like the memories themselves were too heavy. āWhen I was eight years old, he came to our village,ā she said. āHe came alone at first. He spoke like a man offering salvation. Wealth. Safety. He said he would give us a large pack after his plans succeeded. After he became king of all packsāHer lips curled slightly.āAll he wanted was for the Moonburns to join him. Because we were strong. He wanted us to be rogues ā Her voice hardened. āBut the elders refused. They chased him out. They called him evil. They said they would not stain their hands with blood.āLoraās gaze lowered.āHe l
Lilith povFuck. That was the only word that could cross my mind at that moment as I sat at the edge of the desk, watching Silas drop to his knees. His eyes were locked on me, hands gripping my thighs apart, and his face⦠oh goddess, his face was so close to my pussy that I could feel his faint b
Lilith povI whipped my head around so fast I thought Iād nearly snapped my neck when Silas asked that question. My eyes widened in shock as I stared at him, waiting for him to repeat himself, hoping Iād misheard. But his expression was blank, his eyes fixed on me, watching my reaction and that wa
Lilith pov Tick tock. Tick tock. The slow ticking of the clock echoed as everything around me blurred. My breathing came harsh and heavy, chest rising and falling, body trembling, my mind a hazy mess. I couldnāt think⦠couldnāt even breathe. But I felt it. My body tightening, pussy clenching
Lucien povāYou guys need my help, but apparently your brother wants to kill me. Haha, youāre some hosts, arenāt you?āThose were the words that rang in our heads as Silas and I sat in the study, half-buried in paperwork.It was Verya who had spoken, and neither of us gave much of a reaction.Clau







