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Fated Vengeance: A Mate's Reckoning Chapter Forty-One
Dawn came too soon. The stars were fading into the promise of morning as I stood in the training grounds, surrounded by the pack that wouldn’t make the decision whether I lived or died today. The cold slashed my skin but I hardly felt it, my body thrumming with adrenaline, my mind sharp, ready to do this. The atmosphere was charged with expectation and the weight of all the expectation pressing down on me like a physical thing. They wanted a fight, wanted to see what sort of Luna I’d make, whether I’d be worthy enough to stand at Lucian’s side, to survive.Lucian lingered at the perimeter of the circle, arms folded, the same inscrutable gaze fixed on me, as if he were wondering whether I might rise or fall. His presence felt like a tempest gathering on the outskirts, powerful, inescapable and entirely too familiar. He had set up this moment, had allowed me to demonstrate my worth, but it was also a test, and one I couldn’t afford to fail.Valeria was standing next to him, arms crossed
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The celebration was at full blast.With the challenge behind us, the pack had fully accepted me as their Luna, and their former doubts and skepticism had been washed away in a surge of adrenaline. Warriors toasted to my name, bonfires roared and the energy around was thick with unspoken acceptance. I should have felt relieved. I should have felt triumphant. Instead, I felt trapped.Lucian was never far.Though he allowed the others to indulge, he stayed close, watching me with those keen, knowing eyes, like he could see every thought fighting in my head. He lingered -- a specter pacing next to me, the tether binding us thrumming with a consciousness that was impossible to ignore.I hated how he affected me.How I hated that my body had finally stopped fighting the pull, that a part of my wolf had settled with him as though she had waited her whole life for this moment. I wanted to deny it, to resent it, but each time I looked at him, my pulse was an unconfirmed traitor.And Lucian kne
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The following morning arrived with a rap on my door. I had hardly slept, my mind knotted up with thoughts I didn’t want to have, my body getting used to the bond that I could no longer ignore. For hours, I had tossed and turned, cursing Lucian, cursing the mate bond, cursing myself for even daring to think what it would mean if I stopped fighting it.Then came the knock, this time more insistent.I sucked in my breath and dragged myself out of bed. “What?”Valeria’s cool voice penetrated the door. “Training in ten minutes. Don’t be late.”Training. Right.I rubbed a hand across my face, willing myself to shake off the feeling of tiredness. This was what I’d wanted, right? A chance to prove myself? To prove myself, to demonstrate I wasn’t just some Luna by name only?I threw on my training gear, tied my hair back and pushed open the door. Valeria stood there with crossed arms, her silver eyes taking me in with the same suspicion she had from the moment we met. She had never hidden that
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I fully intended to ignore Lucian’s so-called “dinner invitation.” It wasn’t so much an invitation as it was a demand, entreating me with a self-satisfied smirk and the complete assumption that I wouldn’t say no. And that certainty was exactly why I wanted to deny it.However, as foretold, when the hour arrived, I stood before his chambers, gazing at the stout oak door as if it were the portal into some forbidden kingdom.I could turn around. I could walk away.But I knew deep down that I wouldn’t.Taking a deep breath I opened the door and entered.The flickering glow of a fireplace lit the room, casting shadows across the stone walls. The smell of roasted meat and seasoned veggies wafted through the air and my stomach betrayed me when it growled. I hated that Lucian had planned everything, even the fact that I was starving, having not eaten all day.Lucian was already sitting at the long wooden table, a glass of dark wine in his hand. He didn’t look up, not at first, twirling the li
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The air beyond Lucian’s chambers was chillier than it would be otherwise, or perhaps that was simply the impact of the storm raging inside me. My heart was still hammering from that last moment, from the way his fingers had skimmed my skin, from the way his words had clung to me as if they belonged. I hated how quickly he unraveled me.I trudged down the dark hall, warding away the heaviness of our exchange, but it clung to me stubbornly and tenaciously. And he had stood there, completely still, completely unfazed, as though he knew I would return.That arrogance. That confidence.It made me want to scream.Or worse—turn back around.No. I needed space. I needed air.The halls were quiet, the majority of the pack already tucked in for the night. But I wasn’t ready for sleep. Not with the way my thoughts were spinning, crashing, won’t calm down. I found myself heading toward the training grounds, following the pull of muscle memory and a desperate need to move my body without thinking
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The night air was thicker this time, pushing against my skin as I made my way back into the main hall, my heart pounding against my chest. The words of Killian echoed in my mind, an ominous drumbeat that wouldn’t go away.A public ceremony. To mark me.Lucian had orchestrated this without my knowledge. He’d made up his mind, as he always did, without checking in with me, without asking my permission. The sound of it, of being his in front of a crowd, in front of all of the pack, sent a shudder up my spine.And the worst part?I wasn’t so sure I hated the idea.I hated him, or I wanted to hate him. But the yearning, fierce magnetism between us was inescapable. The way his eyes darkened whenever I was near, the way his voice went low on the slightest dip when he spoke my name, the way I had no magical powers and my body rebelled any time he got near.And now? Now he was forcing my hand.I marched through the corridors without paying attention to the glances of the guards at night. Each
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The morning arrived too soon.I had barely slept, the weight of Lucian’s words pressing down on me like a vice. You know this is bigger than just you and me. The worst part was that I did. I knew it. But that didn’t mean I had to like it.The thought of being marked in front of everyone, of becoming his in a way that was irreversible, sent a whirlwind of conflicting emotions spiraling inside me.And yet, there was a part of me that wasn’t just resisting out of principle. A part of me that was terrified—because once it happened, there would be no more denying what I already felt.I sat on the edge of the massive bed, staring at my hands. They were shaking.A knock at the door made me jump.I inhaled sharply before forcing my voice to remain steady. “Come in.”The door opened, and Killian stepped inside, his expression unreadable. He wasn’t in his usual uniform. Instead, he looked more relaxed—well, as relaxed as someone like Killian could ever look."You look like hell," he said, closi
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The room felt smaller after Lucian’s words, the air too thick to breathe. Enough to start a war. My mind raced, replaying every moment with Killian, every cryptic word he’d dropped like breadcrumbs I hadn’t bothered to follow. There might be another way. Had he meant betrayal all along? Or was this something else—something I couldn’t yet grasp?Lucian stood by the door, his broad frame taut with barely restrained fury. His hands flexed at his sides, like he was itching to hit something—or someone. I didn’t blame him. I felt it too, that restless burn under my skin, the kind that comes when you realize you’ve been blindsided by someone you thought you could trust.“What does he know?” I asked again, my voice sharper this time. I wasn’t letting it go.Lucian’s silver eyes flicked to me, hard and unyielding. “You don’t need to—”“Don’t,” I cut him off, stepping closer. “Don’t pull that ‘protecting me’ crap. If Killian’s gone to the Bloodfangs with something that could destroy us, I deser
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Fated Vengeance: A Mate's Reckoning Chapter Seventy-Nine
The Abyss swallowed us, the black path beneath our feet pulsing with a cold, relentless hum that vibrated through my bones. The desert was gone, replaced by a vast, endless void where stars flickered like dying embers, their light swallowed by shadows that moved, not random but alive, watching. The mark on my chest burned, a fierce tether to the shadow, the flame, the void, and Lyra, the spark, who walked beside me, her shard glowing faintly, her blue eyes, my eyes, wide with fear but unyielding. The dagger in my hand felt alive, its symbols flaring, syncing with her shard, binding us to the Veil’s edge, its heart. The bond with Lucian thrummed, his steady heartbeat anchoring my spiraling dread, our shared defiance a fragile shield against the chaos closing in. The keepers’ visions haunted me: one stays, one guards, one ends, one breaks. The trinity, now four, was ours, and the Abyss was its final test.Lucian led, his blade drawn, blood crusted on his arm, his silver eyes scanning
Fated Vengeance: A Mate's Reckoning Chapter Seventy-Eight
The Hollow’s sands crunched under our boots as we left its glowing crystal behind, the desert stretching endless and unforgiving under a sky streaked with fading violet, the Veil’s pulse a faint hum in the air. The mark on my chest throbbed, a relentless tie to the shadow, the flame, the void, and Lyra the spark walking beside me, her shard glowing faintly, her blue eyes my eyes haunted but resolute. The dagger at my hip was warm, its symbols flickering, syncing with her shard, binding us to the Veil’s fragile heart. The bond with Lucian burned his steady heartbeat, my wavering courage, our shared defiance but it couldn’t erase the keepers’ test, their visions of sacrifice: one stays, one guards, one ends, one breaks. The trinity now four was ours, and the choice loomed, a shadow as heavy as the war we fought.Lucian led, his blade sheathed but his hand close, blood crusted on his arm, his silver eyes scanning the desert’s dunes for threats. The air was dry, sharp with the scent of d
Fated Vengeance: A Mate's Reckoning Chapter Seventy-Seven
The pack’s compound rose like a fortress from the forest’s embrace, its wooden walls battered but unyielding, torches blazing against the creeping dusk. The air was cold, heavy with the scent of pine and the faint metallic tang of the city’s lingering echo, a reminder of the mirror’s chaos, the void’s white eyes, and her scream—my scream—still clawing at my mind. The mark on my chest pulsed, a relentless tether to the shadow, to the flame, to the void, and now to Lyra, the spark, walking beside me, her shard glowing faintly, her blue eyes—my eyes—etched with the same dread and determination I felt. The dagger in my hand was warm, its symbols flickering, syncing with her shard, binding us to the Veil’s fractured heart. The bond with Lucian thrummed—his fierce heartbeat, my unraveling courage, our shared resolve—but it couldn’t silence the truth: the trinity was a lie, not three but four—lock, spark, flame, void—and the choice, one stays, one guards, one ends, was a weight I could bar
Fated Vengeance: A Mate's Reckoning Chapter Seventy-Six
The Cradle’s glow lingered in my vision as we trekked back through the mountains, the plateau’s black stone and pulsing crystal now a memory, but its weight clung to me like damp earth. The mark on my chest throbbed, a steady pulse tying me to the Veil, to her—the shadow—and to the flame, whose fading words, hurry, echoed in my mind. The dagger at my hip hummed faintly, its symbols dim but restless, mirroring the shard in Lyra’s hand, her blue eyes—my eyes—fixed on the path ahead, her presence a constant reminder of the trinity: lock, spark, flame. The bond with Lucian burned—his unwavering strength, my fragile resolve, our shared defiance—but it couldn’t silence the choice looming over us: one stays, one guards, one ends. A sacrifice I wasn’t ready to face.Lucian led, his blade sheathed but his hand close, blood crusted on his arm, his silver eyes scanning the rocky trail for threats. The air was cold, the mountains’ peaks sharp against a sky streaked with fading violet, a remnant
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The Cradle swallowed us whole, the tear’s violet light spitting us onto a plateau of black stone, its surface veined with glowing runes that pulsed like a heartbeat. The air was heavy, charged, not with the city’s metallic tang but something older—earth, blood, time itself. The mark on my chest burned, syncing with the dagger in my hand and the shard in Lyra’s grip, their symbols flaring in unison, tying us to this place, to the Veil’s first node, its forge. The bond with Lucian thrummed—his fierce resolve, my trembling courage, our shared defiance—but it couldn’t drown out the flame’s voice, it’s time, or the shadow’s distant laugh, a cold thread weaving through my blood. The trinity—lock, spark, flame—was here, and the Cradle was waking, its echoes stirring, ready to test us.Lucian stood close, his blade drawn, blood crusted on his arm, his silver eyes scanning the plateau’s edges, where cliffs dropped into a void—not sky, but chaos, stars and shadows churning, the Veil’s raw edge
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The pack’s compound loomed ahead, its wooden walls scarred but standing, torches casting flickering light against the encroaching dusk. The forest was quiet now, the hum of the city’s bridge gone, the shadow’s scream—my scream—fading into memory, but the mark on my chest pulsed, a relentless tie to her, to the flame, to the Veil’s trembling heart. The dagger in my hand felt heavier, its symbols faintly glowing, syncing with the shard in Lyra’s grip—the other me, the spark, her blue eyes wide with the same exhaustion and fear I felt. The bond with Lucian burned—his steady resolve, my unraveling certainty, our shared fight—but it couldn’t silence the flame’s words: lock, spark, flame, the Veil’s trinity, to choose. A choice I didn’t understand, but one that held the world’s fate.Lucian led, his blade sheathed but his hand close, blood crusted on his arm, his silver eyes scanning the compound’s gates for threats. “We’re here,” he said, his voice rough, a mix of relief and tension. “The
Fated Vengeance: A Mate's Reckoning Chapter Seventy-Three
The forest’s edge was a jagged line between us and the pack’s compound, its smoke curling into a sky bruised with fading violet, the last trace of the fracture’s glow. The mark on my chest pulsed, a steady ache tying me to her—my shadow—and now to the other me, the spark, standing beside me, her blue eyes mirroring my exhaustion, her shard glowing faintly in her trembling hand. The dagger at my hip was warm, its symbols dim but alive, a quiet reminder of the power we’d wielded—and the cost. The bond with Lucian thrummed—his fierce heartbeat, my fraying resolve, our shared determination—but it couldn’t silence the Architect’s voice, "bring them to me", or her laugh, "you’re mine", still echoing in my bones. We’d pushed them back, but the war was closing in, and we were running out of time.Lucian’s hand rested on my arm, his silver eyes scanning the trees, blood crusted on his face, his wounds raw but ignored. “We’re almost there,” he said, his voice low, rough from the fight. “The pac
Fated Vengeance: A Mate's Reckoning Chapter Seventy-Two
The forest stood frozen in the aftermath, the glowing runes on the ground now ash, their light snuffed out like a dying star. The gate was gone, its collapse leaving only a faint hum in the air, a ghostly echo of the city beyond the Veil. My chest heaved, the mark pulsing with a dull, insistent ache, tying me to her—my shadow—and now to her, the other me, the spark they’d hidden, standing before me with my face, my voice, but blue eyes brimming with fear and a shard glowing in her trembling hands. The dagger in my grip felt heavier, its symbols flickering, as if unsure of the new presence—her shard, my dagger, two pieces of the same fractured whole. The bond with Lucian thrummed—his fierce resolve, my spiraling shock, our shared need to survive—but it couldn’t quiet the truth screaming in my mind: I was not one, but many, split by a ritual, bound to the Veil, and now reunited in a war I barely understood.Lucian’s blade stayed raised, his body a shield between me and her—the other me—
Fated Vengeance: A Mate's Reckoning Chapter Seventy-One
The valley’s stillness was a fragile mask, the air thick with the fading echo of the Architect’s voice and her scream—my scream—still ringing in my ears. The mark on my chest pulsed, a dull ache now, but alive, tying me to her, to him, to the Veil and its war. The dagger lay in my hand, its symbols dim but warm, a silent vow of battles yet to come. The bond with Lucian thrummed—his steady pulse, my fraying courage, our unbreakable tether—but it couldn’t erase the truth: I was the heart of a conflict older than the pack, older than me, and the city beyond the Veil was only the beginning.We stood in the mud, battered and bloodied, the stones behind us dark, their runes extinguished, the spiral’s glow gone. Lucian’s hand rested on my shoulder, his silver eyes fierce despite the blood streaking his face, his wounds untended but ignored. “We need to get back,” he said, his voice rough, cutting through the valley’s quiet. “The pack’s vulnerable, and we need answers—about the nodes, the Arc
