تسجيل الدخولCALEB’S POVI watched the nightmare unfold before my eyes, my wolf clawing frantically at the surface of my mind, desperate to rip every throat in this room to shreds. I thrashed against my heavy restraints, trying with every fiber of my being to shatter the metal, but the man pinning Ragnar and me to the stone floor was unnaturally strong. It didn't help that they had injected us with a heavy wolfsbane mixture earlier, a dark, suffocating toxin that made our muscles leaden and crippled our strength.“Thalia, look at me,” I rasped, my voice tearing through my raw throat. “Hold on. Please, just hold on.”She coughed, a spray of dark crimson blood spilling over her chin, her chest heaving as Ryker mercilessly pulled the curved dagger out of her stomach. Thalia jerked violently, a soft, broken whimpering escaping her lips as fresh blood poured over the altar sigils.I was forced to watch her bleed, completely powerless to save my mate.Ryker raised the blood-stained dagger, staring at
THALIA’S POVBefore the scream could fully fade from my throat, Ryker grabbed my right arm with a grip like steel and dragged the razor-sharp silver blade cleanly across my other wrist.“AHHH!”Another piercing cry tore from my lips as liquid fire flared through my raw nerve endings. Heavy tears welled up in my eyes, blurring the sight of his manic, triumph-twisted face staring down at me.“Do you have any idea how long I planned this, little wolf?” Ryker taunted, taking a step back to admire the dark crimson blood dripping steady onto the altar. “I personally orchestrated the entire academy infiltration. I slaughtered the real Headmaster Valdren and his top instructors the moment they defied me. They refused to help me awaken the relic, even after I promised them true immortality. So I wiped them out, took Valdren’s place, and pulled the strings from the shadows.”I gritted my teeth, fighting for air and then, a strange, burning warmth erupted from the deep center of my chest. The W
THALIA’S POVPain was the first thing that greeted me as consciousness slowly, agonizingly clawed its way back through the dense fog in my brain. My head throbbed with a heavy, rhythmic ache, and every breath I drew felt like swallowing liquid fire, my lungs still poisoned by the lingering fumes of that metallic grey dust.I forced my heavy eyelids open, blinking against the faint, flickering torchlight that danced across damp stone walls. The space was completely unfamiliar—a hidden, subterranean chamber carved deep beneath the earth. The air was thick with the suffocating stench of stale magic, mold, and ancient blood.I tried to pull my arms down to wipe my eyes, but a sharp, heavy clanking sound echoed loudly off the arched ceiling. I froze.My arms were stretched high above my head, chained tightly by thick iron shackles that bound my wrists to a solid metal rod suspended from the ceiling beams. I looked down, a wave of cold terror crashing through my stomach. My ankles were b
THALIA’S POVMy heat raged for exactly twenty-four hours, dragging us through a feverish storm of touch and endless bonding before the violent fever finally settled inside my blood. By the time the next morning arrived, the air in the dorm room felt entirely different. The chaotic, desperate pull was gone, replaced by a deep, steady hum beneath my skin.Our brief two-day break was over.We cleaned ourselves up in silence, pulling on our heavy leather battle gear and securing our weapons. Today was the day we had to step out into the crisp perimeter air and join the academy elders to tear down the ancient barrier once and for all.As we walked out into the courtyard, the morning mist hung low over the damp stone. Miss Lyra stepped out from the main hall, her dark cloak trailing behind her. Her cold eyes swept over the three of us before locking straight onto Ragnar.“Ragnar,” Miss Lyra called out, her commanding voice cutting through the quiet. “A word with you in my private chambers
THALIA'S POVThe bathroom air was thick with the scald of steam and the heavy, sweet scent of my own uncontrolled pheromones. My skin burned from the inside out, every nerve ending firing with a raw, electric ache that made my knees tremble. I stared at my reflection in the fogged mirror, flushed cheeks, blown-out pupils, lips parted as I fought for air.The mark Ragnar had claimed on my neck throbbed with a sharp, rhythmic pulse, sending waves of liquid fire straight down between my thighs.Heat.It wasn't supposed to happen now. Not while we were trapped in this dorm room, isolated, trying to unravel the mystery of the ancient seal. But the bond didn't care about timing. Being cooped up with both of my mates for twenty-four hours, feeling their heat, breathing in their male scents had dragged my wolf over the edge.I splashed freezing water onto my face, trying to drown the agonizing need, but it was useless. My core was dripping wet, my body practically screaming for their touch.
THALIA’S POVI didn't understand why the massive black wolf was attacking me, but its terrifying speed made my heart hammer violently against my ribs like a trapped bird.I scrambled backward, diving behind one thick stone pillar after another to hide from its lethal path. But my efforts were useless. The creature moved with horrifying power, throwing its weight against the masonry and razing the heavy stone pillars to the ground with sickening ease. Dust and shattered rock rained down all around me. A falling slab of stone almost crushed my spine, but I threw my body to the side just in time, rolling across the cold floorboards.Before I could regain my footing, the beast slashed its razor-sharp claws directly across my cheek.Pain exploded across the left side of my face. I gasped, tumbling backward as warm, heavy blood poured down my cheek and dripped onto my collarbone. I pulled my knees to my chest, expecting the creature to pounce and rip my throat out right then and there.I
THALIA Lucian lay sprawled at my feet with wide lifeless eyes. The party was in full swing and I was outside. But this already happened. I had already lived this moment, I chased the assassin, I fell…My fingers instinctively went to my head, there was no injury and no single drop of blood. “Ok
THALIA I was going to fall.My fingers slipped against the wet stone ledge, the rain making everything slippery and far more treacherous. This was insane. This was absolutely insane.But I didn't let go.Instead, I gritted my teeth, adjusted my grip, and jumped down. The grey servant's dress I h
RAGNAR "We have arrived."The door swung open, and I heard the chauffeur's sharp intake of breath following his horrified gaze. I looked down at my unbuckled belt, my trousers pooled around my ankles in a bunched mess.Yeah. That probably looked bad.Before I could say anything, not that I owed an
THALIAThe one on the left was easily six foot two. He looked fit, and lean—an athletic warrior’s build. He had platinum blonde hair, and a book in his hands, and… he looked like he wore his heart on his sleeve. Beautiful was the word to describe this porcelain skinned man. He reeked of Alpha, and







