LOGINKora’s POV
When my eyes fluttered open, the first thing I saw was Alpha Edward’s face. A breath of relief slipped from my lips, and for a moment, a strange warmth filled my chest. His presence comforted me, though I didn’t want to admit it. But then he spoke. “Don’t let anything happen to the baby.” Just like that, the warmth faded. My heart sank. I had believed, even if only briefly, that he cared about me. But no his concern seemed to be only for the heir I carried. I turned away, pulling the blanket higher, wishing he would just leave me alone. I couldn’t bear to look at him. So I pretended to sleep. I thought if I stayed still long enough, he would eventually walk out. Yet he didn’t. He remained there, his gaze on me, guarding me like a silent shadow through the night. I kept quiet, refusing to let him know I was awake. Finally, I heard the door creak open, followed by the sound of it closing softly. A wave of relief washed over me. He’s gone, I told myself, slowly opening my eyes. But then my heart nearly stopped. There he was, leaning casually against the door, arms crossed, a knowing look on his face. He had caught me. My cheeks burned as his lips curved into a faint smirk. Amazing. Even when I wanted distance, he refused to give me any. Heat rushed to my cheeks the moment our eyes locked. I quickly sat up, clutching the blanket to my chest as if it could shield me from the way he was looking at me. “You weren’t sleeping,” he said, his voice low, almost amused. I bit my lip, embarrassed that he caught me pretending. “I… I just didn’t want to talk,” I muttered, my tone sharper than I intended. He didn’t move away from the door. Instead, he studied me. “You think I only care about the baby, don’t you?” My heart skipped. How could he read me so easily? I turned my face away, staring at the window. “Isn’t that the truth? That child means everything to you. I’m just… the one carrying it.” The silence that followed was heavy, pressing down on me. Then, suddenly, I heard his footsteps. He crossed the room and stopped right in front of me. I forced myself to look up—and froze when his hand brushed against my hair, tucking a loose strand behind my ear. His touch was careful, almost gentle. “You’re wrong,” he said firmly. “It’s not just the baby I care about.” His eyes softened for the first time, making my chest tighten painfully. “It’s you, Kora. You’re mine. I won’t let anything happen to either of you.” I wanted to believe him. Oh, how desperately I wanted to. But my heart whispered doubts. Was this real, or just another promise he would forget? Still, as his hand lingered by my cheek, I couldn’t stop the shiver that ran through me. We are just on contract terms, nothing more,” I said, forcing the words out even though they stung me inside. He didn’t even flinch. “Okay,” he replied calmly. “If that’s the way you want it. No problem.” His eyes darkened, but his voice carried a strange softness. “I know this is based on a contract, but as long as you’re living under my roof, you’re under my protection. And for the baby to be safe, you have to be safe first.” I swallowed, trying not to let my heart betray me. “Alright… I understand. I will abide by it,” I answered, keeping my tone steady. “After all, it’s just for one year. Besides, you actually saved my life. I owe you for that, maybe even more than I can repay.” He watched me closely, as if he wanted to say something else, but I spoke before he could. My chest tightened with the weight of my truth. “I just want to be free,” I whispered. “Free from everyone, free from all the chains that keep me trapped. And I know… you’re the only one who can make that possible for me.” For the first time, his expression shifted, and something unreadable flickered in his eyes. Not anger, not indifference..something deeper. But I looked away quickly, not ready to face what that might mean. You’re the only one who can help me get what I truly want,” I said softly, my voice shaking. “That night… I thought it was the end for me. I never imagined you would be the one to save me.” His eyes stayed on me, unreadable, and I forced myself to keep talking before fear shut me up. “In all the things I’ve ever wished for,” I continued, “the only one I never received is happiness.” My chest tightened as the words left me. “If I remain close to you for too long, I might ruin you. Maybe my bad luck will spread to you too.” I lowered my gaze, my hands twisting together. “You must have heard it already… everyone whispers that I carry misfortune wherever I go. And maybe they’re right.” I bit down hard, fighting the tears burning my eyes. But the crack in my voice betrayed me as I whispered, “I think they’re right.” If not, then why would the man I loved with everything inside me wish me dead? Just because he wanted to be with my own friend?” My voice broke, bitterness curling at the edges. “Life is cruel, Edward. Wicked in ways I can’t even explain. And believe me…” I swallowed hard, tears pricking at my eyes. “I’m tired of living in it. But if I ever decide to leave this world, I don’t want to go with regret. I want them to pay for what they did to me.” His sharp gaze locked on mine, unreadable, until he finally spoke. “You’re saying… You want revenge?” What type of revenge do you want?The New DawnSilence.For a long, endless moment, there was nothing. No sound, no color. Just the soft echo of a heartbeat that might have been mine, or the world’s.Then—light.It unfurled slowly, cautious at first, then bolder, spilling across the void like the sunrise after an eternal night.When I opened my eyes, I wasn’t in the citadel anymore.I was floating above what used to be the bridge—a sea of broken light stretching in every direction. The shards pulsed faintly, each one reflecting a memory: Aaron’s grin, Sylra’s fierce gaze, Edward’s steady hands.Every fragment was a life. Every life, a world.And somehow, they were all connected again.I should have been afraid. But I wasn’t.The fear had burned away with the tower. All that remained was the quiet hum of existence rebuilding itself around me.“Is this… death?” I whispered.“No,” a voice answered softly.Edward.He appeared beside me, his form clearer than before, no longer half-shadow, half-light. Just him.“You did i
The Bridge of NamesThe void wasn’t empty.It breathed.The ground beneath me pulsed in slow, rhythmic waves—soft and luminous, like the heartbeat of a sleeping god. The air shimmered with threads of silver mist, forming faces that vanished the moment I blinked. They whispered my name, sometimes gently, sometimes accusingly.“Kora Vale,” they murmured. “Daughter of shadow. Maker of bridges. Breaker of chains.”Each name cut through me like truth.Edward’s voice came faintly from behind. “Don’t listen to them. They’ll twist your thoughts.”“I have to,” I said. “They’re part of me.”I walked forward, and the void shifted, revealing shapes forming out of the light—doorways, fragments of memories frozen mid-motion. There was the forest where I’d first bled under the moon, the temple where Sylra taught me to harness the glow, and even the night Edward marked me, his eyes fierce and desperate.Every choice I’d ever made hung here, weightless and luminous.“This place…” I whispered, “It’s n
Shadows of the LivingThe morning came with silence—thick, unsteady silence that made every breath feel like a confession.I had stayed by the river all night, watching the reflections shift between two skies—one golden, one gray. Every ripple seemed to pull a different version of me to the surface.But now, even the water had gone still.The birds didn’t sing. The wind didn’t move.Only the low hum beneath the earth remained—the steady throb of the bridge energy I carried inside me.When Sylra approached, her steps barely made a sound.“They’ve gone,” she said. “The soldiers. They took what they could carry and left.”“Good,” I murmured, though the word tasted hollow.She crouched beside me, the scent of herbs clinging to her hands. “You scared them, Kora. You scared me.”I looked up, meeting her eyes. “Do you think I wanted to hurt them?”“No,” she said softly. “But what doesn’t matter anymore. You could. And that’s what terrifies people.”I said nothing. Because she wasn’t wrong.
The Fracture Beneath the CalmThe air tasted different now.Not like the metallic tang of storm or the dry dust of ruin—something sharper, alive, threaded with both warmth and chill.Every step I took through the valley carried a faint vibration, as though the ground itself recognized me. The plants bowed toward my presence, petals trembling under invisible wind. Streams shifted direction when I passed.Nature itself was responding.Sylra followed a few paces behind, her staff clicking softly on the stones. I could feel her gaze like a weight between my shoulders.“You shouldn’t be out yet,” she said quietly.“I’m fine,” I lied.She said nothing, but I could feel her doubt. The truth was, I wasn’t fine. I hadn’t been since that night.Ever since the ritual, my senses had sharpened in unnatural ways. I could hear the heartbeat of every creature within a mile radius, feel the pulse of the earth as though it were my own. At times, the world blurred, shifting between color and shadow—two
The Ghost in Her BloodThe first thing I noticed when I woke was silence.The kind that presses on your ribs, heavy and wrong.Rain had stopped. The storm clouds were thinning, leaving the temple grounds bathed in a weak dawn light. Everything smelled of wet ash and stone.Sylra was still unconscious beside me. Her pulse was steady, her breathing even. I brushed damp hair from her forehead and whispered, “Hold on. We’re not done yet.”When I tried to stand, pain seared through my arm. I looked down. The veins beneath my skin were glowing faintly—silver streaks threaded with something darker.Black.It pulsed once, as if answering my heartbeat.No. Not mine.I gritted my teeth, pressing my hand against my chest. The crystal shard I’d kept close was gone, but its echo remained—burning through me like a living thing.The bridge remembers blood.I heard the words again, soft and low, curling through my mind like smoke.And then, another voice followed.You opened it, Kora.Edward. No—not
The Bridge of Blood and MemoryThe storm had not stopped.For three days, thunder rolled endlessly over the valley, and the skies wept like the heavens themselves were warning us to stop.But I didn’t stop.I couldn’t.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face—the man who wasn’t quite Edward, standing in the void with that unbearable sadness in his eyes. I could still hear his voice, soft but insistent: One last bridge, and we’ll both be free.Those words haunted me like a curse.Sylra had done everything she could to dissuade me.She locked the ritual chamber twice. She threatened to destroy the cracked crystal. She even brought the council into it—those old, frightened scholars who still spoke the word “void” as though it were poison.But the truth was simple: none of them had seen what I had. None of them understood that this wasn’t about power anymore.It was about ending the loop.I found myself in the library that night, the oldest part of the temple, where the air smelled li







