Mag-log inVictoria stared at him, her blood running cold. This was not the dominant Alpha she knew. His tolerance for Thea felt like a lethal threat to her own standing."Are you not being too merciful toward a rogue?" she asked, her voice laced with a bitter, jealous edge."Victoria, I have seen the shadows of the past within The City of Cycles," Nathan said, his gaze distant. "If I hadn't deceived her to harvest her essence, her life would have been a high-flying hunt, far better than the cage I built for her. We have failed her, Victoria. She outsmarted me this time, and I will let the debt stand."Victoria’s hands clenched into claws beneath her sleeves. "And if she hunts us again? If she seeks to tear out our throats?""I will not give her the opening to harm you," Nathan vowed, though the hostility in his eyes was muted. "Do not worry."Victoria let out a jagged sigh. "But you are now an abandoned pup of the Hill lineage. Their protection is gone. Thea has Theo’s Alpha-strength behind her
She stepped into Nathan’s private dressing room, her eyes scanning the drawers for his casual attire. But as she pulled open the plaid drawer, her breath hitched.There, tucked away like a forbidden relic, lay 'The City of Cycles'—the very treasure she had hungered for, the key to the legacy she so desperately craved to claim as her own."Is this necklace... The City of Cycles?" Victoria’s breath hitched, her fingers trembling as she hoisted the mysterious relic from its velvet nest. The cold metal seemed to pulse beneath her touch.As her thumb brushed a specific, jagged engraving on the pendant, a violent psychic jolt—an electric current of raw memory—surged through her marrow. The room around her dissolved into a feverish vision of a past cycle."Bella. Do you know the depth of my hatred?" The Victoria in the vision hissed, her scent sharp with lethal envy. "You claimed the Alpha-mate I deserved. You forced me to skulk in the shadows like a nameless stray. You must be purged, and y
The sounds began to fade into a dull hum as Nathan collapsed into the dirt, shorn of his dignity. A single, hot tear welled in his eye and traced a path down his cheek. He touched the moisture, his fingers trembling. He had actually shed the tears of a broken wolf.In the silence of his shame, the shards of Thea’s intention began to pierce his mind. He had once mocked her for her low-born origins, for her time begging on the bridge. Only today, under the weight of his own humiliation, did he realize how his casual cruelty had scarred her spirit.He finally looked at the ghost of their relationship with clear eyes. His "superiority" was nothing but a superficial illusion granted by his sire’s status. Without the pack's protection, he was lesser than Thea. She had carried more integrity in her hunger than he did in his wealth.As the early hours of the morning brought a bitter, autumn rain, Nathan watched the grey sky through the iron bars. He was cold, hollowed out by hunger, and haunt
Finally, Nathan reached out. He snatched the bread from the dirt and shoved it into his maw, devouring it with the desperate intensity of a starving cur. The coarse, dry grain—fodder he wouldn't have fed to a stray in his past life—now tasted like the sweetest nectar."Hehe... I thought you said you wouldn't touch it?""Guess it wasn't so 'dirty' after all, eh?""Look at him! The prestigious young Alpha, groveling like a beggar for a scrap of floor-bread.""What a disgrace. He eats just like a dog."Cruel laughter erupted from every corner of the cell, striking Nathan’s face like a barrage of slaps. His skin burned with a hot, shameful flush, but his heart felt as if it had been tossed into a glacial abyss. He was no longer a King; he was the pariah on the bridge, mocked by the passing pack.A figure detached himself from the gloom and sat beside Nathan. It was the one who had provided the food. Nathan, desperate for even a whisper of kindness, lowered his guard, his expression soften
Theo reached out, gently tapping her forehead as if to ground her spirit. "I will always remember the first time I scented your presence," he said softly. "To me, you looked the most beautiful then, and you are the most beautiful now."Thea felt a surge of devotion. "Theodore, no matter how jagged my spirit becomes, I would protect your life-force until my final sunset. Do you trust me?"Theo offered a tender, Alpha-smile. "She calls you malicious, and you believe her? Foolish pup. Why are you so easily swayed by the howling of scavengers? In my eyes, you are just a naive little fool who doesn't know her own worth."Thea whispered, her scent heavy with confession, "But what she said is true... I did intentionally trap Nathan in a lie."Theo’s eyes flared with righteous indignation. "Then it was a fate he earned with every mauling he gave you."Seeing that Thea’s thirst for blood was leading her to take reckless risks, Theo leaned in to steady her. "Sister, the cycles of the moon are l
Thea’s face drained of color, her heart-rhythm faltering.Behind the screen, Theo walked out slowly, his presence expanding until the room felt small. Victoria seized the opportunity to sow discord, her voice dripping with manipulative venom."Mr. Sanchez! You must look past this beauty-mask and see my sister’s true, black-hearted nature. She is an evil creature who can be so ruthless to the male she once shared a bond with. One day, she will surely turn her fangs on you, her own benefactor!"Thea felt as if her protective pelt had been ripped away, exposing her scars and her sins to the light. She felt lost, a stray wolf caught in a trap, her gaze fixed anxiously on Theo.She had always tried to guide Theo toward the light, teaching him the honor code of the pack. But what of herself? She was a hypocrite, a wolf who howled about justice while concealing a bloody dagger in her own fur.Would Theo see her as a tainted Alpha and cast her out?Thea turned her head away, her senses cloude
In the werewolf - centered world, where the pack dynamics and personal grudges were as complex as a thicket, Victoria instantly shrank back. She dropped the smug look from her face and nervously looked at Nathan. “Nathan, I can’t walk anymore. In the werewolf - centered
In the werewolf - centered world, where status and reputation were as crucial as one's very being, even though Nathan usually didn't go online, his werewolf - like instincts told him that something was amiss from the strange looks people around him gave him. His employees, who once respected him as
In the werewolf - centered world of power, status, and complex social hierarchies, Nathan, always so confident, couldn’t for the life of him understand why the internationally renowned Mr. Wade would bother to help an unknown like Isabella. His werewolf - like instincts told him there was more to t
Nathan's cold eagle - like gaze fixed on Isabella, his eyes burning with resentment, like a fire about to ignite. In the werewolf - centered territorial and emotional conflict, his anger was palpable.Isabella, however, stood tall, bravely lifting her chin to meet his stare, her eyes filled with de







