LOGINLilith's Point Of View"What the fuck is this throbbing headache pounding inside my skull?"I groaned out loud, my voice sounding raspy and weak, scratching against my dry throat like broken glass.I slowly forced my eyelids to flutter open, but all I met was suffocating darkness. As my vision adjusted slightly to the gloom, I began to take in my environment. I was lying on a massive, extravagant stone bed draped with black velvet curtains stitched with intricate golden threads that completely boxed me in from the rest of the cold chamber. The air smelled thick of old dust, dried blood, and sulfur.And then, standing right beside the edge of the mattress and staring straight down at me with an eerie, cold smile, was a woman.Lilith.The memories suddenly snapped back into my mind like a violent whip. I recalled Marcellous's damp, freezing dungeon... the blood magic ritual... and the terrifying demon queen ripping me out of my imprisonment. I remembered swearing a dark oath to giv
## Chapter 79A woman was lying motionlessly on the extravagant bed with heavy black curtains intricate with golden stitching, which half-covered her from the rest of the dark room.Her long, raven-black hair was scattered all over the silk pillows beneath her head. She looked so deathly pale, as if her skin were made of translucent glass, through which one could easily trace the faint, delicate blue veins threading across her temples.“When the fuck is she going to wake up, Azrakar?” Lilith asked, her voice sharp as she crossed her arms tightly over her chest.She stood near the side of the grand bed, a woman dressed in a pristine white tutu-style gown, absentmindedly twirling a lock of her hair coquettishly around her finger while throwing a sideways nod down at the motionless girl resting beneath the covers.Azrakar let out a slow, lazy sigh, shrugging his broad shoulders nonchalantly as he leaned back against a carved mahogany pillar. “How the hell should I know, Lilith? Don’t loo
Raven's Point Of View The fucking Supreme Alpha finally left. When the night fell, the old manor appeared far more forlorn and dead than it had during the daytime. The lights inside the great hall had not even been turned on yet, casting long, dreary shadows across the dusty floor. My brother stood silently by the massive glass window, staring out into the overgrown, desolate gardens with a bleak, vacant expression. Thick white bandages were wrapped tightly around his right wrist where his hand used to be. With all the Lycans finally gone, the heavy tranquility had supposedly returned to the manor, but I could clearly see that the dark, festering rage within my brother hadn’t subsided even an ounce. "Brother, you really need to rest," I murmured, approaching him slowly while holding a small wooden cup of warm water. "Does... does that still hurt like hell?" I glanced nervously down at his bandaged stump, instantly recalling the gruesome horror of what happened that morning.
Marcellous's Point Of View“Brother! How could that fucking be possible?!” Raven screamed in fear.I let out a heavy, exhausted sigh. I was starting to get immensely irritated by Raven’s incessant, piercing screams, and I was dangerously close to dragging his useless ass out of this room. But I still needed him right here in front of me—a pathetic, whimpering hostage to use as leverage whenever I needed to threaten his older brother.I forced myself to clamp down on the rising fury inside my chest, breathing heavily through my nose to keep from slaughtering both of these warlock lords right here on the blood-soaked floor.How the fuck dare he kill my people? I thought bitterly. Did he seriously get that tired of living?!“Alpha… Supreme Alpha! Please, someone must be trying to frame my brother! Someone must be blackmailing him! He would never do that!” Raven blurted out incoherently, his voice cracking as he frantically tried to save his brother’s life from the executioner's block.
Marcellous's Point Of View“I don’t know and I don’t wish to meet you!”Ryker’s shoulders were shaking violently when he finally blurted out his furious outburst, glaring up at me with sheer venom.“After decades of your kind confining my people to this rotting wasteland, do you honestly think I want to see your damn face?!”“You are not the one asking questions in this room, warlock.”I straightened up slowly from my seat, my body radiating a terrifying, suffocating aura fueled by pure disdain and defiance.“I want a direct explanation of this.”I flicked my fingers casually. A tiny silver fragment flashed, glimmering sharply in the dim air before it dropped with a soft clatter, landing right on the dusty floorboards in front of Ryker.Ryker shook his upper body violently to shove away the two elite Lycans who had forced him down. With a single, lazy wave of my hand, the guards released their grip and stepped back.Ryker grunted in pain, clutching his side and shooting a venomous gl
Evander's Point Of ViewMarcellous's eyes remained locked dead onto Raven's, refusing to break eye contact for even a fraction of a second as the sheer weight of his presence pressed down on the warlock's chest. I casually stepped past the frozen warlock, inviting myself right through the front doors as Marcellous and I walked straight into the manor's great hall. The air inside smelled of dust, mold, and decaying wood. Marcellous slowly walked in a wide circle around Raven, tracking him like an apex predator evaluating a piece of meat. He circled the man twice, let out a sharp, dismissive click of his tongue, and casually strolled over to sit down on a large, velvet-backed armchair sitting near the cold fireplace. Raven was already beginning to visibly shake. Beads of cold sweat were breaking out across his forehead, his pale skin turning an unhealthy shade of grey. I had a sudden, overwhelming urge to walk over, pat the poor bastard on the shoulder, and whisper: ‘Yeah, man...







