LOGIN"Why can’t you just leave me alone?" Valentina snarled, breath hitching as she shoved against the bark of the tree behind her. He stepped closer, eyes glowing with an untamed hunger. In one swift, possessive motion, he pinned her hands above her head, his lips grazing the pulse at her neck—dangerously close to the spot only a mate should touch. “Because, little wolf,” he whispered, his voice dark velvet against her skin, “you belong to me—and I’m done pretending otherwise.” _______ Stabbed by the man she once loved and betrayed by the friend she trusted most, Valentina was reborn in the ashes of heartbreak. No longer the obedient luna of the Shadow Crust pack, she rises from the shadows to reclaim her life—and her power. But home is no longer safe. Her pack is in ruins. Her father? Bewitched by a mysterious woman named Carmella. And fate? Cruel, as always. Because waiting for her in the heart of the storm is the man she should never desire—Andres Donovan, the cold and dangerously obsessive Lycan King… and her second-chance mate. He watches her with eyes full of secrets, speaks in riddles that echo of a past she can’t remember, and touches her like he’s been starving for centuries. But as enemies close in, alliances fracture, and war brews over the divine blood flowing in her veins, Valentina must decide: Will she fight fate again… Or surrender to the one man who could ruin her—or save her?
View MoreCHAPTER 55…VALENTINAAs dusk fell, the palace appeared before our eyes, its spires catching the last sunlight like they had been waiting for us. No warning glows this time. No siege preparations or wards straining under pressure. It just stood there, open and steady, so familiar it made my chest ache.Home, sweet home…The gates opened without command. The threshold did not question my authority or test Luciano’s presence. It simply yielded, the way it always had before the world learned to fracture itself around us.I felt it right away— the air got softer, and that constant tension I had been carrying in my bones finally let up. It wasn't totally gone, maybe it never would be, but it was enough that I could breathe without thinking about every breath.Luciano stirred in my arms as we crossed into the inner courtyard, his silver calm and quiet, no longer reaching outward to stabilize, no longer required to hold anything together. For the first time since his birth, he was simply a c
CHAPTER 54…VALENTINAThe first light of dawn spread across the horizon, soft and deliberate, casting the palace in hues of gold and rose that seemed almost impossible after weeks of tension.I stood at the balcony with Luciano in my arms, he cradled against my chest, feeling the warmth of his small body grounding me as deeply as any ward or magic could.The air conveyed the subtle fragrance of the gardens below, the distinct aroma of the river beyond the palace walls, and a delicate, almost imperceptible sense of stability that had not been present previously.“They are adjusting,” I whispered, half to myself, half to the boy against my shoulder. “The roads, the towns, the councils… it is all settling.”Luciano stirred, his silver humming faintly along his arms and neck, brushing against my awareness. It was a quiet, steady affirmation. He was asserting, in the smallest, most precise ways, that the world could realign. That he could anchor it.I turned toward the great hall where the
CHAPTER 53…ANDRESThe chamber felt impossibly vast, even as the ceiling arched overhead in perfect symmetry. The stone beneath my feet hummed faintly— not with magic alone, but with tension. Every delegate of the Concord sat rigidly, their veils and robes marking authority that no longer carried weight.Valentina stood at the center, Luciano in her arms, but she did not appear small. She was the axis, the calm storm, the anchor. Her gaze swept over the room, assessing, daring them to overstep.I did not need to see her face to know her words carried conviction; the air itself listened.“Balance,” she began, and the word rolled through the chamber like a drumbeat. “It is not determined by councils, nor by debate, nor by the accumulation of decrees. It is determined by presence. By the choice to maintain stability in the face of pressure. By acknowledgment of the Anchor.”A ripple passed through the delegates. Some tr
CHAPTER 52…VALENTINAThe chamber did not calm all at once.It never did.Stability, I had learned, did not arrive like silence after a storm. It arrived like breath returning to lungs that had forgotten how to draw air— uneven at first, fragile, earned one moment at a time.Luciano was still crying when the tremors finally eased.Not the sharp cry of pain, but something closer to frustration. Discomfort. A protest against being pulled in too many directions at once.I held him tightly against my chest, rocking him without thinking, my palm pressed flat between his shoulders. His silver flickered in broken pulses now, no longer wild, but not yet settled. It felt like a question still being asked.I lifted my head slowly and looked around the Origin Seat.The Concord stood fractured…Not physically— though the glowing fault line in the stone was impossible to ignore— but ideologically. Their perfect cir






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