Mag-log inChapter 160: The Lycan King Unleashed THORNE'S POVMorgana's dark magic was already forming in her palm when I moved.Not toward her. Toward Aveline.I grabbed my mate, yanked her behind me hard enough that she stumbled, and felt the spell slam into my back instead of her stomach.Pain exploded through every nerve in my body. Like being set on fire from the inside out. But I'd felt worse. I had survived centuries of a curse that made my soul empty piece by piece.This bitch thought her magic could drop me like before?I wasn't ready the first time, but now, I had prepared for every moments.'Caelum,' I called to my Lycan. 'You ready?''Always,' he snarled back. 'Let me tear her apart.'‘No holding back this time.’The pain faded almost immediately, my Lycan healing kicking in, burning through whatever corruption she'd tried to plant. I straightened, rolling my shoulders, and watched Morgana's smug expression falter."That should've paralyzed you," she said, genuine confusion crossin
Chapter 159: The Assault BeginsAVELINE'S POVThe Ashford fortress looked like something out of a nightmare.There were Massive stone walls carved directly into the mountain, dark magic visible in the air around. Corrupted wolves patrolled the battlements, hundreds of them, their movements in the same sync in a way that made my skin tingle with disgust.And at the center of it all, a tower that stretched up impossibly high, crowned with a red sort of flames that was so visible in the sky."That's where they are," Dante said quietly beside me. We were crouched in the tree line about half a mile out, watching the fortress."Malachar and Morgana. Top of the tower. I can feel the magic radiating from there.""How many corrupted wolves can you count?" Thorne asked."At least four hundred on the walls. Probably more inside." Dante lowered the binoculars. "This is a suicide mission.""Good thing we're not planning to die then," I said with more confidence than I felt.'This is insane,' Aries
Chapter 158: Before the StormThe next two days blurred together in preparation.Weapons being sharpened. Spells being prepared. Troops drilling coordinated attacks. Supply chains verified and re-verified.Raven's funeral happened on the second day. Simple, dignified, with every major supernatural leader in attendance. I spoke about her dedication, her wisdom, her sacrifice. Kept it together until I saw her empty chair in the Council chamber afterward.Then I broke. Just for a moment. Long enough to let the grief out before I had to be the Alpha King again.Aveline held me through it. Didn't say anything. Just held me.On the third day, the day before the attack, I found her in the training yard, working through combat forms with a wooden practice sword."You're pregnant," I said. "You shouldn't be training.""I'm pregnant, not helpless," she corrected without stopping. "And if tomorrow goes wrong, I want to be able to defend myself without relying on magic that could kill my baby."F
Chapter 157: War PreparationsTHORNE'S POVPlanning a war in three days was borderline impossible.But we didn't have a choice.The war room was packed—territory leaders, military strategists, magical specialists, healers trying to coordinate supply chains. Everyone shouting over each other, everyone certain their approach was correct, everyone stressed beyond measure.I wanted to tell them all to shut the fuck up. Wanted to impose order through sheer force of will and Alpha King command.But that's what the old me would've done. The cursed version who ruled through fear and control.This version, the one Aveline had helped create, needed to be smarter. Ruthless, yes, but smarter."ENOUGH." My voice cut through the noise. Calm. But sharp enough to make the entire room fall silent."We're not getting anywhere like this. So here's how this is going to work. Taylor handles troop coordination. Dante handles magical defense strategies. The Dragon King handles aerial assault planning. Every
Chapter 156: RemembranceAVELINE'S POVThorne was quiet for so long I thought he wouldn't answer.Then he started talking.He told me about how Raven had found him after his mother's suicide, this broken kid drowning in a curse he didn't understand. How she'd taught him to channel the numbness into strategy instead of cruelty. How she'd never given up on him even when he'd given up on himself.How she'd been the only person who saw him as more than just the cursed Alpha King."She would've liked you," he said eventually. "She did like you. Told me once that you were exactly what I needed. Someone who wouldn't accept my bullshit. Someone who'd fight me when I needed fighting and hold me when I needed comfort.""She was right," I said softly."She usually was." His voice cracked slightly. "And now she's gone and I don't—I don't know how to do this without her."I stood and moved around the desk, pulling him into a hug. He resisted for maybe half a second, then broke, his arms wrapping a
Chapter 155: Broken PiecesAVELINE'S POVI woke up three days after the mountains, and the first thing I felt was guilt.It wasn’t infection whispering poison, though it was definitely there, louder than ever. But real, genuine guilt that sat in my chest.Raven was dead because of me.Eighteen warriors were dead because of me.Everyone who survived was traumatized because of me.All because I existed. Because I was pregnant with a baby that apparently could make people into gods. And because I was too stubborn to stay back and not listen.'Stop it,' Aries said firmly. 'That's not fair and you know it.''How is it not fair? They want my baby. They killed Raven to get closer to my baby. If I wasn't pregnant—''If you weren't pregnant, Morgana would still be evil. Malachar would still be alive. They'd just have a different plan. This isn't about you, Aveline. This is about them being monsters.'She had a point. Didn't make the guilt go away, but she had a point.I forced myself out of be







