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Episode 39

Author: MICHEAL X
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-06 12:52:40

A monastery’s broken arches clawing at a bruised sky. The scent of wet parchment and rust.

Then gone.

I’m drowning. Not in water in him. The First Alpha’s presence coils through my mind like smoke, thick and choking. He lets me surface sometimes. Just enough to see. To know.

A game.

"Watch," he murmurs, and my eyes focus.

Arthur stands over a crumbling altar, fingers digging into Kieran’s collar. His knuckles are split. Fresh blood dots Kieran’s jaw.

"You knew," Arthur snarls. "This whole time, you fucking knew"

Kieran doesn’t fight back. His gaze flicks to the child huddled in the corner, knees drawn to their chest. Small. Too small.

"It’s not that simple," Kieran says.

Arthur shakes him. "The ritual needs kin-blood. That means her. Or the kid."

A pause. The air tastes like lightning.

Then

"Or me," Kieran says softly.

The First Alpha laughs in my skull. "Pathetic," the croods. "He thinks sacrifice will save you."

I lash out feeble twitch of will. The Alpha
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