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Chapter Seventy: The Ghost of Mercy

ผู้เขียน: Lyanna Rose
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The council room was thick with the scent of old wood and candle wax, the long table in its center scarred by years of tense strategy sessions.

Damien stood at its head, his knuckles pressed white against the polished oak as Natasha settled into the chair at his right. Her bandaged shoulder pulled tight beneath her tunic, a dull ache that pulsed with every heartbeat. Marcus and Gideon flanked the door, their silence a familiar shield.

Damien's crystal blue eyes swept over the maps spread before
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    Bjorn writhed on the blood-soaked ground, his screams reduced to pitiful whimpers as shock began to claim him. His hands pressed uselessly against his ruined groin, blood seeping between his fingers in a dark, spreading pool. The smell of it, copper and salt, filled Natasha's nostrils.She didn't look at him.Her attention remained fixed on the lieutenant, who had recovered from her initial shock and was advancing with murder burning in her eyes."You fucking animal," the lieutenant spat, her voice like ice. Her pretty face twisted with hatred. "You're going to pay for that. I'm going to make you beg for death."Natasha adjusted her grip on the blade. Her shoulder throbbed with every heartbeat, the wound pulling tight as she shifted her weight. Blood dripped from her fingers. Bjorn's blood, not hers. Her torn tunic hung open, exposing her skin to the cold morning air.She didn't care."Come closer," Natasha said quietly. "See what happens."The lieutenant lunged.Natasha moved on inst

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    Dawn broke grey and cold over the rogue camp. Natasha had not slept. The wound in her shoulder throbbed with each heartbeat, a deep ache that radiated down her arm and into her chest. The healer had cut away the infected tissue the day before, leaving a raw open wound that still wept blood and fluid. Her head swam with exhaustion, but she forced herself to remain alert.She had made progress on the knots. Not enough to free herself yet, but enough to feel the rope fibers starting to give.The camp stirred around her. Guards changed shifts. The lieutenant passed by twice, her eyes narrowing each time she looked at Natasha’s position. But she did not approach. Did not touch.Cole had forbidden it.Natasha did not know whether to be grateful or more afraid.The sun had barely cleared the treeline when voices approached. Cole’s low rumble came first, followed by another voice, louder, slurred with drink even this early in the morning.“So this is the famous bitch.”A man stumbled into her

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    The fire had burned low by the time Cole approached Natasha again.Three days she'd been his captive, and still she hadn't broken.Not really.Oh, she'd screamed when the lieutenant's knife had carved thin lines across her ribs, and she'd gasped when they'd wrenched her wounded shoulder during the march. But her eyes, those green eyes that reminded him painfully of forest canopies in spring, remained hard and calculating.She was playing him.He knew it.And somehow, that made her more fascinating."You're watching her again."The lieutenant's ruined voice scraped against his ears like gravel. She moved to stand beside him, her thin frame casting a sharp shadow in the firelight."She's nothing special. Just another bitch who needs to learn her place."Cole didn't bother looking at his lieutenant."If she were nothing special, Damien would have surrendered by now."The lieutenant's hand twitched toward her knife, a nervous habit she'd developed since Natasha's arrival."He hasn't surre

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    The council chamber doors slammed open with enough force to rattle the ancient stone walls.Every eye turned toward Damien.Marcus and Gideon rose from their seats. Seraphine's hands froze mid-gesture over a sprawling map. The elder advisors drew back in their chairs like wolves sensing an approaching storm.He didn't care."How long?" His voice came out rough, scraped raw from hours of pacing and planning and failing to think past the burning in his chest. "How long are we going to sit here discussing strategy while she's...""Damien."Seraphine's voice cut through his rage like cool water on an open flame.She remained seated, her pale eyes steady despite the tension radiating from every line of his body."Sit down. Please.""I don't want to sit down." He gripped the edge of the heavy oak table, his knuckles white, his claws threatening to break through human skin. "I want to know why we haven't mobilized. Why we haven't torn apart every inch of forest between here and Cole's camp.

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    The fever broke sometime before dawn, leaving Natasha shivering and weak against the frozen ground. She lay still, forcing her breathing to remain shallow and uneven, letting her body slump against the ropes that bound her wrists. Every few minutes, she let a soft whimper escape her lips, just enough to sell the performance without appearing theatrical.Across the clearing, the lieutenant watched.Natasha could feel those predatory eyes on her, tracking every twitch and tremor with the focus of a wolf scenting blood. The thin-faced woman had taken position near the fire hours ago, her ruined voice occasionally breaking the silence with sharp commands to the other rogues, but her attention never strayed far from Natasha’s bound form. There was something hungry in that gaze, not the dark fascination Cole wore like a second skin, but something sharper. More dangerous.Jealousy.The realization settled into Natasha’s bones along with the cold. The lieutenant was not just watching her beca

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    The fire had burned low by the time footsteps approached Natasha’s position again. She had been drifting in and out of fevered consciousness, her body locked in a war it was slowly losing, when the crunch of frozen leaves brought her snapping back to awareness. Two figures emerged from the darkness, Cole with his storm cloud eyes and predator’s grace, and a woman Natasha had not seen before.She was older, with gnarled hands stained dark from years of working with herbs and salves. A healer, or something close to it. The leather satchel slung across her bony shoulder smelled of bitter roots and something chemical that made Natasha’s stomach lurch with instinctive dread.“She’s burning up,” the healer said, her voice flat and disinterested, as if discussing livestock. “The wound’s gone septic. Another day, maybe two, and she won’t be good for anything except the crows.”Cole stopped a few feet away, his gaze fixed on Natasha with that unsettling intensity she was beginning to recognize.

  • Fated to the Shadow Alpha   Chapter Seventy-One: Together Against the Storm

    The council room emptied slowly. Marcus and Gideon slipped into the hall with quiet nods, their boots echoing on stone until the heavy door thudded shut.Silence settled like dust, thick and waiting.Damien hadn't moved from the head of the table. His fingers still pressed against the map, but his

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    The heavy door of the Alpha's study closed behind them, muffling the corridor's torchlight and sealing the four of them into the warm, firelit room.Maps still covered the broad oak table, markers and carved figures scattered across terrain Natasha now recognized intimately: the mountain passes, th

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    The stronghold gates had barely closed behind them when Seraphine's hand found Natasha's elbow, her grip gentle but insistent."Enough."Natasha opened her mouth to protest. There were reports to deliver, a treaty to secure, a debriefing to attend. But Seraphine's eyes had already fixed on the dark

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    The messenger hawk arrived at dusk, its wings cutting through the gray sky like a blade. Damien stood at the window of the war room, arms crossed, watching the bird descend toward the tower roost with a message tube strapped to its leg. He was moving before it landed, his wolf stirring with a mixtu

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