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129. THE HEAT OF SHADOW
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Sandra’s words lingered in the air, soft and raw. “I think I love you.” Zod didn’t speak. He didn’t blink. His golden eyes stared down at her, unreadable, like the surface of a deep lake hiding a thousand monsters underneath. The fire’s glow lit up half of his face while the other was cast in shadow, a reflection of the storm twisting inside him. He moved suddenly, not away from her, but toward the edge of the bed, rising to his feet without a word. Sandra watched him with her heart hammering in her chest. She expected rejection. Or silence. Or for him to walk out. But instead, Zod bent and scooped her up in his powerful arms. Her body, marked by the night’s frenzy, melted into his chest. She let out a small gasp as her legs curled naturally around his waist, her arms resting around his thick neck. She could feel his pulse, slow and steady, beneath his warm skin. He didn’t look at her as he carried her into the adjoining bathroom, where a wide stone tub filled with warm, steam
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The air was thick with tension as King Alexander stood upon a raised obsidian platform, cloaked in his usual regal black and gold Royal robe, his silver hair swept back, and his sharp eyes gleaming with cruelty and ambition. Before him stretched a sea of warriors, thousands of them, from every corner of the realms. Some were former rogues, others seasoned battle-hardened soldiers from long-forgotten kingdoms. Many were mercenaries hungry for power, riches, or the promise of a new life. But the rest... were dark creatures touched by magic…warlocks, twisted hybrids, cursed seers, and shadow-wielding assassins who owed allegiance only to power. At Alexander’s side stood Rowan, his mate and co-conspirator. Her red robes flowed like fire, and her eyes sparkled with malicious excitement. Behind her hovered three dark witches, cloaked in smoke and shadow, their faces veiled. They had built this army for one reason: to tear apart Delilah’s legacy before it could fully rise. Alexander ste
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"Don't tell me you're going to see him." Cross’s voice was low but sharp, his arms folded tightly across his chest as he stood blocking the doorway of their quarters in the healer’s wing. Rosa, dressed in a cloak of soft lavender silk, sighed heavily and stepped toward him, her hand resting on his chest as she looked into his stormy eyes. "Yes, I have to," she said calmly, though her heart beat with the weight of deception. "That is the only way he’ll trust me." Cross’s jaw clenched. She felt it beneath her fingers. "He’s using you, Rosa. Don’t be foolish. Zod is a snake. You know that. He’ll wrap you in sweet words and then poison you from within." Her fingers lingered on the fabric of his shirt, feeling the warmth of his body beneath. Cross had never claimed her as a mate, and they both knew fate hadn’t tied them with destiny’s cord. But over time, the quiet strength of his presence, his unwavering protection, and the depth of his silent loyalty had woven something else betwee
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Rosa’s heart skipped a beat, her expression tightening the moment Zod's words pierced the silence between them. "I want you to kill Delilah." The sentence echoed like thunder in her mind, jarring and cruel. Her breath caught in her throat, her face paled. Even though she had come to hear words from him. To manipulate him in telling her more of their plots or and next plan. She had never thought that things would turn this way. But, she knows that she has to make him think she is with him. So, she played it cool. "What?" she asked, her voice shaky, unsure if she had heard him correctly. Zod’s eyes remained fixed on her, dark and calculating, the calm mask on his face failing to hide the obsession beneath. "You heard me, Rosa. You're the only one close enough to her. No one would suspect you. It has to be you." She took a step back, the air around her suddenly too tight. "You must be out of your mind, Zod. Kill Delilah? I would never…" "Shh," he cooed, stepping closer. "Don’t be
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"His smell is all over you, Rosa," Cross growled, his voice low and strained. His hands pressed into the wall beside her head, trapping her between the stone and his body. His eyes blazed golden, wild with jealousy and something deeper, anguish. Rosa's breath hitched. "Cross, listen to me…" "Did he touch you?" he demanded, nostrils flaring as he leaned closer, inhaling deeply. The scent of Zod still lingered faintly on her skin despite the distance and the fire she had started to escape. Cross's nose twitched as if every molecule of that man offended his very soul. "Yes... but not the way you think. I didn’t let him do anything. I swear!" Rosa pleaded, her voice rising with desperation. "He touched you," Cross hissed, ignoring her words as his eyes scanned her body, his mind playing out scenarios that shattered his restraint. Rosa reached for his face, cupping it. "Look at me, Cross. Nothing happened. I started a fire to escape him. You know I would never let him have me. Not wh
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"His smell is all over you, Rosa," Cross growled, his voice low and strained. His hands pressed into the wall beside her head, trapping her between the stone and his body. His eyes blazed golden, wild with jealousy and something deeper, anguish. Rosa's breath hitched. "Cross, listen to me…" "Did he touch you?" he demanded, nostrils flaring as he leaned closer, inhaling deeply. The scent of Zod still lingered faintly on her skin despite the distance and the fire she had started to escape. Cross's nose twitched as if every molecule of that man offended his very soul. "Yes... but not the way you think. I didn’t let him do anything. I swear!" Rosa pleaded, her voice rising with desperation. "He touched you," Cross hissed, ignoring her words as his eyes scanned her body, his mind playing out scenarios that shattered his restraint. Rosa reached for his face, cupping it. "Look at me, Cross. Nothing happened. I started a fire to escape him. You know I would never let him have me. Not wh
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Rosa’s heart skipped a beat, her expression tightening the moment Zod's words pierced the silence between them. "I want you to kill Delilah." The sentence echoed like thunder in her mind, jarring and cruel. Her breath caught in her throat, her face paled. Even though she had come to hear words from him. To manipulate him in telling her more of their plots or and next plan. She had never thought that things would turn this way. But, she knows that she has to make him think she is with him. So, she played it cool. "What?" she asked, her voice shaky, unsure if she had heard him correctly. Zod’s eyes remained fixed on her, dark and calculating, the calm mask on his face failing to hide the obsession beneath. "You heard me, Rosa. You're the only one close enough to her. No one would suspect you. It has to be you." She took a step back, the air around her suddenly too tight. "You must be out of your mind, Zod. Kill Delilah? I would never…" "Shh," he cooed, stepping closer. "Don’t be
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"Don't tell me you're going to see him." Cross’s voice was low but sharp, his arms folded tightly across his chest as he stood blocking the doorway of their quarters in the healer’s wing. Rosa, dressed in a cloak of soft lavender silk, sighed heavily and stepped toward him, her hand resting on his chest as she looked into his stormy eyes. "Yes, I have to," she said calmly, though her heart beat with the weight of deception. "That is the only way he’ll trust me." Cross’s jaw clenched. She felt it beneath her fingers. "He’s using you, Rosa. Don’t be foolish. Zod is a snake. You know that. He’ll wrap you in sweet words and then poison you from within." Her fingers lingered on the fabric of his shirt, feeling the warmth of his body beneath. Cross had never claimed her as a mate, and they both knew fate hadn’t tied them with destiny’s cord. But over time, the quiet strength of his presence, his unwavering protection, and the depth of his silent loyalty had woven something else betwee
DESTINED TO BE QUEEN: LYCAN KING UNEXPECTED MATE 134. SHADOWS IN THE CHAMBER
The flicker of moonlight streamed lazily through the tall stained-glass windows of the royal chamber. Heavy velvet curtains swayed slightly with the breeze, and the air was thick with the scent of lavender and old magic. Rowan sat on the edge of their enormous bed, her fingers trembling slightly as she lowered the enchanted phone from her ear. Her face was blank, pale, drawn tight with worry. The soft creak of a door opening snapped her from her trance. King Alexander emerged from the adjoining bathroom, his wet, muscled form wrapped in nothing but a silken robe, droplets still clinging to his skin. His steps were quiet, almost cautious, as he approached her. "You’ve been quiet since training," he said softly, lowering himself beside her. His strong hand reached for hers, and when she didn’t pull away, he kissed her knuckles with reverence. "Talk to me." Rowan didn’t speak right away. Her eyes were cast downward, heavy with thoughts too dangerous to utter freely. But then, as if t
DESTINED TO BE QUEEN: LYCAN KING UNEXPECTED MATE 133. FIRE, LIGHT, AND VENGEANCE
The sound of chanting echoed through the mountains. At the far end of the camp, hidden beneath a dome of shimmering dark energy, Rowan stood in the center of a rune-marked circle surrounded by thirteen witches. The air crackled with raw power, the ground trembling beneath their feet as they linked hands, casting a spiraling vortex of dark flame above their heads. Rowan's long hair was unbound, flowing wildly in the wind stirred by the enchantments. Her voice rang clear over the chants, weaving ancient curses into the threads of magic. "Strength from blood… chaos from order… may the fire obey." The vortex burst outward, sending streams of crimson light across the dome. Each witch caught a stream and twisted it into something new, blades made of fire, shields of smoke, arrows of frozen lightning. They were being trained not to merely use magic, but to weaponize it in chaos. "Again!" Rowan commanded, eyes gleaming. "You must do it without words. Without weakness. A warrior’s magic
DESTINED TO BE QUEEN: LYCAN KING UNEXPECTED MATE 131. THE RISE OF THE USURPER'S ARMY
The air was thick with tension as King Alexander stood upon a raised obsidian platform, cloaked in his usual regal black and gold Royal robe, his silver hair swept back, and his sharp eyes gleaming with cruelty and ambition. Before him stretched a sea of warriors, thousands of them, from every corner of the realms. Some were former rogues, others seasoned battle-hardened soldiers from long-forgotten kingdoms. Many were mercenaries hungry for power, riches, or the promise of a new life. But the rest... were dark creatures touched by magic…warlocks, twisted hybrids, cursed seers, and shadow-wielding assassins who owed allegiance only to power. At Alexander’s side stood Rowan, his mate and co-conspirator. Her red robes flowed like fire, and her eyes sparkled with malicious excitement. Behind her hovered three dark witches, cloaked in smoke and shadow, their faces veiled. They had built this army for one reason: to tear apart Delilah’s legacy before it could fully rise. Alexander ste
DESTINED TO BE QUEEN: LYCAN KING UNEXPECTED MATE 131 A DANGEROUS CONFESSION
Sandra’s words lingered in the air, soft and raw. “I think I love you.” Zod didn’t speak. He didn’t blink. His golden eyes stared down at her, unreadable, like the surface of a deep lake hiding a thousand monsters underneath. The fire’s glow lit up half of his face while the other was cast in shadow, a reflection of the storm twisting inside him. He moved suddenly, not away from her, but toward the edge of the bed, rising to his feet without a word. Sandra watched him with her heart hammering in her chest. She expected rejection. Or silence. Or for him to walk out. But instead, Zod bent and scooped her up in his powerful arms. Her body, marked by the night’s frenzy, melted into his chest. She let out a small gasp as her legs curled naturally around his waist, her arms resting around his thick neck. She could feel his pulse, slow and steady, beneath his warm skin. He didn’t look at her as he carried her into the adjoining bathroom, where a wide stone tub filled with warm, steam
DESTINED TO BE QUEEN: LYCAN KING UNEXPECTED MATE 130. THE SECOND WAVE
The moon was high and glowing blood-red through the enchanted windows, casting streaks of crimson across Zod’s chamber. The fire had long since dimmed, reduced to glowing embers, but the heat in the room hadn’t lessened. It had only grown stronger. Sandra stirred beneath the sheets, her skin damp with sweat, her limbs aching with both pleasure and need. She thought the first wave had passed. She was wrong. A low growl escaped her throat as the second stage of her heat crept in like poison in her veins. Her body pulsed with hunger again, this time deeper, darker, more consuming than before. It wasn’t just a craving…it was a demand. Zod sat at the edge of the bed, shirtless, hair tousled, a thick scar running across his back like a mark of wars past. He had been sharpening a blade to pass the time, his muscles rippling with every controlled movement. But the second her scent changed, he dropped the dagger. He didn’t need to look back to know. She was burning again. “Zod...” Her
DESTINED TO BE QUEEN: LYCAN KING UNEXPECTED MATE 129. THE HEAT OF SHADOW
The thick velvet curtains of Zod’s private chamber blocked out all light from the magical kingdom beyond, casting the room in a dim, simmering haze. A slow-burning fire crackled in the hearth, but it was nothing compared to the storm that raged inside Sandra. Her body burned. The heat had worsened, much faster than either of them anticipated. Zod returned moments ago with food and drinks from the enchanted market, but as soon as he stepped inside and caught the thick scent of Sandra’s heat laced in the air, every instinct in his body flared like a spark catching dry kindling. He locked the door behind him, enchanted it with blood magic, and sealed every window. No one else would come near her. No other male would even catch her scent. Because if they did, she wouldn’t survive what followed. Sandra sat slumped on the edge of the bed, her body trembling with need and pain, her eyes glassy and wild. Her blonde hair clung to her skin, damp with sweat, and her voice…when she spoke…
