LOGINI believed in fate and destiny—until love nearly killed me. Armin and I had been inseparable since we were sixteen. I waited, foolishly, to be chosen as his mate. But on his eighteenth birthday, I uncovered a betrayal so brutal, it almost cost me my life. The Moon Goddess had mercy. She gave me not one second chance… but two. The ravaged Twin Alphas of Warhaven—brutal, irresistible, bound by blood and war. Though they share the same face, one is a mad king, the other the sweetest soul I’ve ever known. But both were fated to me. Now, I’m trapped between the love I never saw coming and the revenge I can’t let go of. My heart is torn. My loyalty is tested. And every kiss drags me deeper into a storm I may never escape. They both crave my love. Armin deserves my wrath. And I? I want it all.
View MoreAsher The council had held a meeting concerning Azazel's dangerous god complex. Even though he did save me I knew there was a downside to his help, but I didn't mind. The thought of dying and leaving Nyx alone in this world terrified me.I love her! She illuminated the meaningless life I've lived since Nynaeve's death. There's more to look forward to than cleaning up Azazel's mess. I would take another poisoned spear for her without thinking twice. Alpha Fenrik had briefed me on their plans of keeping Azazel in check by stripping him entirely of Anuba as punishment. But he’s my brother and no matter what he’d done—or how selfish his reasons were, I wouldn't let such cruelty touch him. To live without your Lycan was a fate worse than death. It completely kills a part of you. I had pleaded with Alpha Fenrik to ease the punishment truly not just because of Azazel but for Alpha Fenrik himself. I know my brother all too well, he never learns and he would find a way to punish each and
AzazelI lunged straight for the witch who had ripped the youngling’s heart out, but before I could reach her, Alpha Fenrik pulled a branding rod from the furnace and slammed it against the burning symbol on my chest.I felt nothing—no pain. Just madness. Emptiness.My eyes locked on his. The smirk on his face vanished, but he didn’t look terrified.He grabbed my arm. “Don’t make me kill you, child! It’s already done!” he roared.But his words were just wind in my ears.I refused to look at the youngling lying lifeless, a massive hole torn through her chest.A roar ripped from my throat as I tore the branding rod off my skin. My fist clenched and slammed into his right eye.Then the pain. A claw shredded the tendons in my ankle, trying to paralyze me.BUT I FELT NOTHING.Only the hunger to kill. To taste blood.My vision blurred. Shapes and symbols danced where people should’ve been.As I twisted, I hurled the branding rod behind me—straight into Rowan.He roared from the impact.The
Azazel That’s not possible. He’s babbling nonsense.“I know you don’t believe me,” Rowan said, stepping closer. “But don’t worry. Your little mate will be off the chart soon... and so will Anuba.”He smiled like he’d already won.I clenched my fists, grinding my teeth so hard I tasted blood.He’s trying to get a reaction. Or maybe... maybe he already knows.Sweat clung to my skin. My heart thundered against my ribs. Every instinct screamed to rip the chains from the ground and choke him with them.But I couldn’t move.Not yet.I drew in a breath, slow and deep, forcing my body to calm. They clearly didn’t understand just how far I was willing to go to prove a point.Ohhh, but they will.“We’re ready, my Lord,” a voice called out and light footsteps followed.A woman entered — young, too young to wear power like she did. A witch, but she didn’t smell like the rest. Still, her aura… it pressed against my senses like thick fog.“Let him loose. He’ll come to us,” she said, far too calm.
Azazel I went for a walk after the youngling left my chambers — just as I’d promised myself, I didn’t speak to her. Didn’t even look her in the eyes. I had left Vivianne by herself and for some unknown reason, she seemed cheerful. I could tell she was up to something but since the youngling was safe I didn't care what she was up to. I had only realized how strongly I had invested myself in her when I almost killed her with my bare hands just for the fact that she was obeying Ysara's orders. But that's not an excuse! I also need to speak to Ysara about that! Even if I don't want to want her I can't have her around Asher. I had decided to visit Asher's sanctuary when I couldn't find him in his chamber or his art room. I'd hoped I'd see him and make him thank me for saving his life since he had refused to come see me. That's when I saw her! just standing there as the wind tugged at her silver hair and she looked so peaceful. What is she doing here? How did a maid wind up at Asher'
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