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2025-12-11 17:03:21I was heading to the kitchen when a shadow slipped across my peripheral—Elizabeth gliding into Aero’s room like a damn ghost. Something in her posture was wrong. Hungry. Possessive.
Instinct flared. I masked my scent, predatory silence settling over me as I followed. Her voice cut through the darkness, venomous and cracked. “Why did you and your whore mother have to come here and take what was mine? I perfected that spell to trap both Baine men. If it weren’t for Morgana, Alaric would still be mine.” A spell. My blood iced. And then everything snapped into brutal clarity— She was never ours. She’d forged the mate bond. Lied. Manipulated. Liza’s stronger bond… all of it made sense. I turned to confront Alaric and Liza—creak. The goddamn floor betraying me. “Who’s there?” Elizabeth’s voice trembled, but not from fear. From being caught. I stepped into the doorway slowly, letting the lantern’s light paint me in gold and shadow before turning away, dismissing her like she was nothing. Her panic-laced footsteps chased mine. “Dom—please—I didn’t mean—” “Didn’t mean what?” I snarled, whipping around. “The part where you’re still trying to wrap your legs around a married man with an heir? Don’t worry—Liza satisfies him just fine.” The truth hit her like a slap. And gods, a part of me enjoyed it. Not exactly my proudest moment—but her betrayal carved something raw and vicious inside me. And the way she slithered into Aero’s room? No. Something was very, very off. “Alaric. Liza. Downstairs. Now.” The air shifted when they entered the kitchen—Liza still smelling faintly of Alaric, the bond between them sizzling like embers under their skin. Jealousy twisted across Elizabeth’s face the moment she saw them. Time to end this charade. “I, Dominic Baine, Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, reject you, Elizabeth Thompson. I heard everything—your spell to force a mate bond, your poison in my nephew’s ear, your filth toward Liza. You are banished. Immediately.” Alaric’s growl shook the walls. “She said what?” “Babe.” Liza’s voice was low, soothing, dripping with sensual calm as she touched him. He melted under her, the way only a true mate can. Then she turned to Elizabeth, smiling like a blade. “You want Alaric? Go on. Try.” She stepped closer, eyes glowing with dragonfire. “But my witch and dragons don’t share. So either make a move—or run. Really fast.” Elizabeth didn’t just run—she fled like a frightened deer, tripping over her own desperation. But the dread twisting inside me only coiled tighter. “Dom?” Liza murmured, her voice softer now. “Your anxiety’s spiking. Is it the dream again?” “Part of it. But Elizabeth… sneaking into Aero’s room? Whispering that Alaric would still be hers if it weren’t for you and him? Something’s wrong. Really wrong.” Alaric’s jaw clenched. “I felt it too but ignored it. Wanted to give her respect since you still had the bond.” “Well, that’s over. I rejected her and felt nothing. No tearing. No pain. She faked it. Forced it. Psychotic doesn’t even begin to cover it.” Silence dropped thick as fog. Until— “Guys… what time is it?” Liza asked. I checked. “2 AM. Aero must’ve—” The dread hit like a blade to the spine. Liza sprinted, dragon instincts exploding. We raced behind her—but her scream shook the entire castle. A mother dragon discovering an empty crib. Kayda and Tatiana materialized behind her in full dragon form, wings spread wide, scales glowing with murder. Anyone who breathed wrong would’ve been shredded. Aero was gone. And the scent lingering in the room? Elizabeth. I stepped forward carefully. “ALL SUPERNATURALS!” My Alpha power boomed through the stone. “THE PRINCE HAS BEEN TAKEN. WE BELIEVE ELIZABETH IS RESPONSIBLE. COME—NOW.” “Kayda,” I said softly. She snapped her jaws inches from my face—hot breath washing over me like fire—but I didn’t back down. “Kayda. Breathe. Everyone is coming. We will find him.” She forced her rage down—barely. A fresh scent caught my nose and I shifted instantly. “Stay here,” I ordered. “I have his trail. I’ll find him.” Kayda’s growl rattled the trees. “Over my dead body. Alaric, stay put. I’m going to rip that bitch apart for touching my baby.” A mother dragon with purpose? Elizabeth’s death was already written. We sprinted through the forest, the scent trail sharp and recent. Two miles in, we reached a clearing. Aero’s cry carved right through me. Elizabeth stood over him, hair wild, eyes feral, blade gleaming. “You must DIE so I can have my mate back!” she shrieked. “Once I’m done with you, that dragon whore is next!” She raised the knife, moonlight catching the silver— Time slowed. My wolf tore free. I threw myself over Aero just as the blade sank into me. “AAAHH!” The agony ripped me into my human form. Silver burned like fire through every nerve. The world blurred. Darkened. But I saw her—Kayda—in all her monstrous, glorious wrath. A full dragon queen dripping power and death, stalking the woman who dared touch her son. Elizabeth screamed, backing away, but Kayda lunged. Her jaws clamped around Elizabeth’s skull. One crunch. A wet scream— Then silence. And the darkness swallowed me whole.
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Samantha’s POVPack Lands – Hours After the RescueThe world never felt this loud.Not with sound—not with voices or movement or the scrape of boots against stone—but with pressure. A low, relentless vibration that seeped into my bones and lodged itself at the base of my skull. Like the earth itself was humming beneath me, restless and alive, shifting toward something inevitable.The healer’s wing smelled of crushed herbs and old stone, of blood scrubbed too quickly from the floor and magic that hadn’t fully settled. Candles flickered along the walls even though there was no draft. Their flames bent and straightened, bending again as if reacting to something unseen.To me.I sat on the edge of the healer’s cot, fingers curled white-knuckled into the blankets, knuckles aching from how hard I was gripping them. The fabric trembled faintly beneath my hands—not because I was shaking, but because everything was.Inside me, my witch paced.Not frantically. Not blindly.She was aler
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Ava’s POVSomewhere UnknownThe world smelled like metal again.Metal and cold.Metal and quiet.Metal and him.The scent clung to the back of my throat no matter how deeply I breathed, sharp and sterile, like needles made of air. It didn’t matter that the room itself was warm—almost too warm. The smell carried its own temperature, sliding beneath my skin and settling into my bones the way fear did when it stayed too long.I sat on a soft mat in the middle of the room. That part was new. Softer than the other places he’d kept me. No restraints bolted into the floor. No silver lines carved into the walls. Just the mat, pale and clean, like something meant to look kind.My feet were bare. The floor beneath them felt smooth, unnaturally smooth, like stone polished until it forgot what it once was. My shirt hung too big on my shoulders, sleeves swallowing my hands. Someone—one of the quiet people who never looked me in the eye—had braided my hair. Not very well. It pulled too tigh
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The Forest Bunker HuntDominic’s POVThe forest changed as we descended.It wasn’t sudden. No dramatic shift that announced itself outright. It happened slowly, insidiously, the way rot spreads beneath bark before the tree ever falls. The deeper we pushed into the territory, the older the land became. Trees thickened and twisted, their trunks scarred by time and lightning, their branches knotted together so tightly they blotted out what little daylight remained. Roots clawed their way out of the soil like exposed ribs, forcing us to slow, to pick our steps carefully. Moss swallowed stone and bone alike, softening everything it touched—except the air.The air was wrong.At first, it was subtle. A faint sterility beneath the loam and pine. Then it sharpened, growing colder, thinner, carrying an edge that had nothing to do with winter. No animal musk. No wolf scent. No living thing lingered here.Instead—metal. Antiseptic. Something faintly electric.My Alpha instincts bristled, h
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Dawn arrived like it was afraid of us. It crept across the pack lands in thin, uncertain bands of pale gold, filtering through the canopy in fractured beams that never quite reached the ground. The forest didn’t welcome the light. It endured it. Shadows clung stubbornly to roots and hollows, coiled tight around tree trunks, reluctant to loosen their grip. Predators understood that kind of quiet. So did I. The land was awake—but it wasn’t calm. It was holding its breath. So were we. Samantha sat near the fire pit where she’d been since the sky first began to pale, knees drawn tight to her chest, shoulders locked in a tension that bordered on painful just to look at. She hadn’t slept. Not even drifted. Her body was still, but her energy never stopped moving—low, restless, scraping at the air like a blade dragged too slowly across stone. Her witch was fully awake now. Not raging. Not exploding. Waiting. The flames reflected in her eyes, turning the gold feral, molten. There was
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Aftermath — The Silence That Screams The night swallowed the transport whole. One second it was there—engines screaming, shields flaring, Ava’s presence flickering like a dying star in Dominic’s chest—and the next it vanished into the clouds, swallowed by distance and magic and Elder Lee’s careful planning. The sky closed. Silence rushed in to replace the roar. Not peace. Never peace. Just the hollow, echoing absence of something stolen. Dominic stood frozen at the edge of the ruined prison grounds, chest heaving, fists clenched so tightly his claws bit into his palms. Shadows coiled instinctively around him, drawn tight like armor, like the only thing holding him upright. Gone. Again. Beside him, Samantha made a sound that didn’t belong to any language. It tore out of her chest raw and broken, a keening wail that vibrated through bone and earth alike. Her knees hit the ground hard enough to crack the stone beneath her, and the world answered—the air bowing, the shadows shr
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Third person POV The Hunt Through Ruin The prison did not collapse all at once. It agonized. Stone screamed as it tore itself apart, steel shrieked as it warped and buckled, and the earth beneath Dominic’s feet shuddered like a wounded animal trying to crawl away from its own death. Every corridor they passed through felt less like architecture and more like the inside of something dying—veins rupturing, bones splintering, the air thick with the coppery taste of fear and ozone. Dominic ran. He didn’t look back. He didn’t slow. His lungs burned, each breath scraping raw through dust-choked air, but pain had become irrelevant. The Alpha had stripped the world down to motion and intent—forward, faster, now. His boots pounded against fractured concrete slick with blood and debris, emergency lights strobing overhead in violent red pulses that made everything look wounded, bleeding, alive. Ava was gone again. The absence was a wound all its own. It throbbed through him with every s
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