LOGINI must kill it.That thing inside her definitely must not see the sunlight tomorrow. I lift my leg, ready to stomp on her stomach and get rid of what's in there.âYou psychopathâŠâ Ivy begins, charging at me, but I fix her with a murderous glare that immediately makes her cower.That idiot has always been terrified of me. I don't know what Madison fed her to make her act so bold tonight.I lift my hand to slap her when the drug kicks in once again, and I sway.âMaddie, are you alright?â Ivy asks as she drops to Madisonâs side.I look down at Madison's pale face, twisted in raw, undeniable pain. Maybe the knee kick was enough to get rid of the child.âIvy, d-donât let her get away,â she gasps, and I turn to run, but I'm dragged back harshly.Ivy presses the button and blocks the entrance, arms spread.âHahahaâŠâ Madison lets out a broken laugh, âYou're not going anywhere.âThe elevator doors start to close; I move toward Madison, and Ivy runs forward.âYou vixen, what are you going to do
Madison!Why must my blood share a tie with yours? I hate you with every fiber of my broken body.I will kill her for this.This torture. Pain tears through every part of me. My body burns like it is being ripped apart from the inside, and no matter how much I beg, these monsters refuse to let me go.It hurts.Goddess⊠everything hurts.My throat is raw from the endless hours of screaming and begging.âP-pleaseâŠâ I whisper hoarsely, barely recognizing my own voice anymore. âPlease let me goâŠâMy voice is so low and hollow that I doubt they can even hear the plea over their vile grunts.âOh, you are so sweet. Keep crying and begging for me. I absolutely love it,â the man above me says. His voice is filled with manic lust as he takes me roughly against the cold floor.They are not going to stop unlessâŠMore tears slide into my hairline as darkness slowly creeps into the edges of my vision.No.No, no, no⊠I can't die like this. Not here, and not because of Madison.âNo. Please. Let me g
My vision blurs from the slap as blood fills my mouth.âI knew you were up to no good!â Damien barks at me, his eyes filled with contempt.I grip my burning cheek as I look up at Damienâs cold, disgusted face.He⊠he hit me.Damien hit me because of Madison. I open my mouth, but he's already carrying Madison in his arms.âGuards! Drag this wicked woman into the ballroom. I want everyone to see just how evil she truly is.ââNo. Damien! You won't do that to me. Everything I did is for you,â I explain quickly as I try to resist, but he's already walking away without sparing me a glance. âDamien! You bastard!âHe doesn't stop.âElara, shift now.â I command my wolf when the men try to subdue me. But then, something cold is locked around my neck.I gasp as they seize me.âI can't shift, Allison. It's an enchanted collar,â Elara tells me.I know.I'm a villainess.What will that mean if I don't know what an enchanted collar is? I have used it on Madison once, but that's a story for another t
Book 2:Allison's POV~~~Since the day Madison and I were born, everyone knew I was the chosen twin.Not because I was healthier.Not because I was prettier.Not even because I was firstborn by six whole minutes, which I still think should matter legally somehow.No.It was because of the mark. The Goddessâs mark.A silver crescent rested beneath my collarbone from birth, glowing faintly whenever moonlight touched my skin.Mom told me how the elders nearly lost their minds the first time they saw it.âA blessed child.ââThe Moon Goddess favors her.ââThe future of the Thomas bloodline.âPeople worshipped me before I could even walk. And honestly?I believed them.Why wouldnât I?I looked exactly like the woman painted inside the moon temple. Long golden hair. Pale skin. Gray eyes so light they almost looked silver. Even my scent carried moonflower, something rare among werewolves.Everywhere I went, people stared. Women complimented me. Men adored me. Teachers favored me.I was beaut
A week later...Night settles over the royal territory, but the darkness brings no fear.Above the grand castle, the full moon shines down with breathtaking clarity, bathing the stone courtyards in soft, shimmering silver. Soft music drifts out from the grand hall, accompanied by the joyful laughter of the pack members, the clinking of goblets, and the warmth of a hundred blazing hearths.Out on the high marble balcony overlooking the kingdom, Aurelia sits on a velvet bench with Lucian and Lucinda cuddled against her sides. She hums an ancient, sweet lullaby from the spiritual realmâa song Morgana hasn't heard since she was six years old. Small, harmless silver butterflies made of pure magic float around the toddlers' heads, making them giggle softly as their eyelids grow heavy.Standing near the stone railing, a few paces away, Kieran wraps his strong arms around Morgana from behind. He pulls her tight against his broad chest, resting his chin on her shoulder.Morgana rests her hands
The single word hangs in the quiet air like a forgotten prayer.Morgana forgets the heavy silver ceremonial robe. She forgets the court elders watching from the benches, forgets the golden crown resting on her head, and forgets the grand celebration around her. Her legs move on their own. She steps down from the altar, her bare feet gliding quickly down the velvet-covered stone steps."Mother?" Morgana whispers again, her chest heaving as tears spill over her eyelashes.The woman steps fully out of the silver fog. Her glowing eyes overflow with tears as she opens her slender arms.Morgana breaks into a run.She hurls herself straight into her mother's embrace, clinging to her with every ounce of strength left in her body. The warm, sweet scent of night-blooming jasmine and winter snow wraps around Morgana instantly, dragging her back to her earliest memoriesâto soft lullabies, gentle hands, and a deep love she thought had died twenty years ago."My sweet girl..." her mother cries soft
Morganaâs POV~~âê©ËđŒËê©â~~âAhâah⊠yesâŠâ Lady Victoriaâs breathless cries seep through the heavy oak doors, thick with lust and indulgence. The sounds of bodies slapping, of pleasure being taken without restraint, echo down the corridor.I donât flinch.I stand where I always do, outside the door,
âYou're just a lowly servant!â Lady Victoria screams. âHow dare you touch my Alpha? How dare you kiss him with your filthy mouth?!â The world spins as my heart stops. I'm doomed. She knows. Of course she knows. There are always eyes. Always ears. Always someone watching. I was a fool to
~~âą~âĄ~âą~~ âNo! AlphaâŠâ I say softly, forcing a smile I donât feel, trying to remain calm. âPlease. Allow me this small mystery for tonight. I promise our next encounter will be different.â He studies me for a long moment, his gaze heavy with suspicion. I can feel the decision forming behind his
~~âą~â~âą~~ The doors close behind me with a quiet finality. I take deep breaths, trying to calm the storm inside my chest. âThis way, my lady?â Two guards lead the way. I pause after a few steps and turn, and as expected, Beta Silas is at the upper balcony, a silent threat that reminds me that one







