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A Night of Reckoning

Auteur: Mimi
last update Date de publication: 2026-04-12 13:43:19

Cassian's body lay still, the darkness still pulsing against his chest like a second heart. The bond flickered—weak, thready, but alive. He was not dead. Not yet. But the shadow had marked him. Black lines spread from the wound, crawling up his neck, down his arm, toward his heart.

Theron roared. His wolf form exploded from his skin, fur and fangs and fury. He launched himself at Lorna, at the shadow wearing her face, his jaws snapping. The shadow sidestepped, moving with inhuman speed, and dro
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  • Forbidden by the Triplet Alphas   Breaking the Curse

    The forest was dark, the path to the spring overgrown with thorns and shadow. The trees pressed close, their branches reaching for us like grasping hands, their leaves whispering secrets we could not understand. The moon was hidden behind clouds, and the only light came from the dark dagger in Lysander's hand, pulsing faintly with pale blue light that pushed back the darkness just enough for us to see the path ahead.Cassian walked beside me, his hand never leaving mine. His grey eyes were fixed on the path ahead, scanning for threats, for anything that might try to stop us. His grip was iron, warm, steady. I could feel his heartbeat through his palm, fast but steady, a reminder that I was not alone.Theron ranged ahead, his gold eyes cutting through the darkness, his claws extended, his body tense, ready to fight. The scars on his throat were silver in the dim light, a reminder of what he had survived, of what he had overcome. He moved like water, like smoke, like the wolf he had alw

  • Forbidden by the Triplet Alphas   Poisoned Bond

    The battle was over, but something was wrong.I felt it the moment Lorna's light faded. The bond—the warm, steady hum that connected me to Cassian, Theron, and Lysander—had changed. It was still there, but it was different. Quieter. Colder. Like a fire that had been smothered with ash. Like a heartbeat that had begun to stutter. Like a song that had lost its melody.Cassian noticed first. His grey eyes searched my face, and I saw the fear in them—the same fear that was growing in my own chest. He had been standing beside me when Lorna crumbled into light, his hand on my shoulder, his presence a wall of warmth against the cold. Now that warmth was fading."Ravenna," he said. "What is it? What is wrong?""The bond," I said. "Something is wrong with the bond. I can feel it fading. Like sand slipping through my fingers."Theron stepped closer. His gold eyes were wide, his claws still extended from the battle, black blood drying on his fur. "What do you mean? I can still feel you. I can st

  • Forbidden by the Triplet Alphas   Lorna's Last Gambit

    The nightmares stopped, but the shadows did not leave.They waited at the edge of the forest, just beyond the walls, watching. The pack could feel them—a cold pressure at the back of their minds, a whisper in the dark that never quite formed words, a hunger that never quite found its meal. The scouts reported movement at night, figures that vanished before they could be identified, eyes that glowed red and then were gone. The sentries heard howls that were not wolf howls, voices that were not wolf voices.On the tenth night after the spring, a rider came.She was young, barely more than a pup, her horse lathered with sweat, its sides heaving, its eyes rolling with fear. Her face was streaked with dirt and tears, her clothes torn by branches, her hands raw from gripping the reins. She collapsed at the gates, gasping for air, her hands reaching for the guards."Luna," she gasped. "Alpha. She is coming. Lorna. She is alive."Cassian was at the gates before the girl finished speaking. His

  • Forbidden by the Triplet Alphas   Ghosts of the Past

    The nightmares started on the first night of spring.I dreamed of my mother. She was standing in the locked room, her back to me, her white dress stained with blood that had not been there when she died, blood that seeped from wounds that should have healed centuries ago. The portrait of Seraphine watched from the wall, her honey eyes weeping tears of shadow that dripped down the canvas and pooled on the stone floor, black and thick like oil. The candles were extinguished, and the only light came from the shadows themselves—pale blue, cold, hungry."You should have saved me," my mother said. She did not turn. Her voice was hollow, echoing, as if it came from the bottom of a well, as if she was speaking from very far away. "You should have been faster. Stronger. Braver. You should have seen through my lies. You should have stopped me from going to the king.""I tried," I said. My voice was small, weak, the voice of the girl I had been before the bond, before the shadow, before the war.

  • Forbidden by the Triplet Alphas   The Last Hunt

    The snow had melted. The flowers had bloomed. The pack had healed.But something was missing.I stood on the balcony at dawn, watching the sun rise over the forest. The Kingslayer was on my back, its familiar weight a comfort. The first wolf's blade was at my hip, heavier than the Kingslayer, older, carrying the weight of centuries. The bond hummed with the presence of my mates—Cassian in the training yard, Theron in the great hall, Lysander in the library. They were close. They were always close.But the weight in my chest would not lift.Cassian found me an hour later. His grey eyes were soft, and his hair was damp from the morning mist. He had been training since before dawn, pushing himself, testing his healed arm."You are restless," he said."I am hungry," I said. "Not for food. For something else. Something I cannot name. Something I have not felt in a long time."He tilted his head. A small smile played at the corner of his lips."The hunt?" he asked.I looked at him. "The hun

  • Forbidden by the Triplet Alphas   A Luna's First Decree

    The morning after the coronation, I sat in the alpha's chair.It was still warm from Cassian's body. The wood was worn smooth by generations of alphas who had sat here before me—Marcus, and his father before him, and his father before him, back to the first wolf who had carved this chair from the heart of an ancient oak, who had shaped it with her own hands and her own magic after she bound the king in the ice. I could feel their presence in the grain, in the weight, in the silence that filled the great hall. I could feel their hopes and their fears, their triumphs and their failures, their love and their grief. I could feel the weight of every decision they had made, every wolf they had lost, every battle they had fought. I could feel the weight of the crown that was never meant to be worn alone. They were watching me from the shadows of memory. They were waiting to see what I would do. They were waiting to see if I would be worthy of the chair, of the pack, of the bond.Cassian stoo

  • Forbidden by the Triplet Alphas   I Am Theirs

    The light from the Kingslayer did not fade.It spread through the chamber like water finding its level, washing over the bones, the stone, the shadows that had clung to every corner for centuries. The Luna's form dissolved not into darkness but into something softer—golden light that swirled upward

  • Forbidden by the Triplet Alphas   What I Found

    The cave smelled of earth and old fire.Lysander had led me through the mountains for hours, climbing ridges, crossing streams, moving through darkness so complete I could not see my own hands. He did not speak. He did not need to. The bond pulled me after him like a tide, and I followed because I

  • Forbidden by the Triplet Alphas   Guilt and Hunger

    Dawn came grey and cold, the sun hidden behind clouds that pressed low over the mountain. I woke with Theron's arm still around my waist, his breath warm on my neck, the bond humming soft and steady. For a moment, I let myself pretend. Pretend that we were not camped at the base of a mountain where

  • Forbidden by the Triplet Alphas   Cassian’s Warning

    I woke to the sound of shouting.Lysander was already on his feet, his body blocking mine, his eyes gold. The cave was bright with morning light filtering through the waterfall, and Sera stood at the entrance, her sword drawn, her face hard.Someone is coming, she said. Wolves. Blackwood.My heart

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