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Chapter 56 – The Consequence

Penulis: S.J Calloway
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The silence stretched long after Ilia’s final words, but it wasn’t the silence of confusion—it was the silence of submission. The glowing tendrils of her magic had begun to recede, but the weight of her power pressed down like the aftermath of a lightning strike. It wasn’t fading; it was settling, embedding itself into the marrow of every person present. No one dared speak. No one dared move. They felt it—the shift, the reckoning. Not a request. Not a plea. A command. An unspoken truth: they didn’t have a choice anymore. She had become undeniable.

"Stand," she said simply.

Chairs creaked. Breathing resumed. The council rose slowly, eyes cast downward, like men waking from a vision they did not understand.

The Head Elder cleared his throat, trying to reclaim some authority. "Ilia, your power is... overwhelming. Dangerous, even."

Ilia turned her head slowly, eyes gleaming like the edge of a blade. "My power is necessary. It's what this Hollow has ignored, feared, and suppressed for too
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  • I Stole His Mark   Chapter 56 – The Consequence

    The silence stretched long after Ilia’s final words, but it wasn’t the silence of confusion—it was the silence of submission. The glowing tendrils of her magic had begun to recede, but the weight of her power pressed down like the aftermath of a lightning strike. It wasn’t fading; it was settling, embedding itself into the marrow of every person present. No one dared speak. No one dared move. They felt it—the shift, the reckoning. Not a request. Not a plea. A command. An unspoken truth: they didn’t have a choice anymore. She had become undeniable."Stand," she said simply.Chairs creaked. Breathing resumed. The council rose slowly, eyes cast downward, like men waking from a vision they did not understand.The Head Elder cleared his throat, trying to reclaim some authority. "Ilia, your power is... overwhelming. Dangerous, even."Ilia turned her head slowly, eyes gleaming like the edge of a blade. "My power is necessary. It's what this Hollow has ignored, feared, and suppressed for too

  • I Stole His Mark   Chapter 55 – The Reckoning

    The Hollow's great hall had never been so full, nor so quiet. The council chamber was packed with elders, advisors, warriors, and spectators alike. Whispers flickered like sparks in dry grass, fed by rumors and dread, until the twin stone doors thundered open.Ilia entered like judgment given flesh.Her magic shimmered in the air around her, not unseen, not subtle—it glowed, visibly, like mist set aflame, silver and moonlit and alive. The pressure of her presence was immediate. It pressed down on the room like a coming storm. The flames in the sconces dimmed, not from wind, but reverence.She wore no crown, no furs, no Hollow colors. Her gown clung to her frame in a shade of storm-touched midnight, her hair loose and wild, her eyes reflecting light that didn’t belong to the room. She was not regal. She was elemental.Derrin was already there. So was Caelan. Both had been summoned, and both had come without knowing who had called for them.Now they knew.Derrin stood the moment she ent

  • I Stole His Mark   Chapter 54 – The Summons

    The door shut behind them.Ilia didn't turn. She stood by the window, fingers digging into the windowsill, breath shallow and fast. She had spoken her truth. She had faced them. But the fury simmering in her chest refused to cool.She was done proving herself.How many times had she bent to fit into their expectations? How many times had she been asked to be quieter, smaller, more obedient—just to earn a place at the table? She had clawed her way from servitude, bled for acceptance, fought to be seen, and still, they questioned her worth.The shame should never have been hers to carry.She spun away from the window and stalked across the room, her footsteps echoing sharp against the stone floor. Magic coiled beneath her skin, humming with fury and power. Her siren blood pulsed. Her wolf wanted to bare its teeth. Her very soul trembled with rejection—not from them, but from herself, for letting it go on this long.She would not be paraded. She would not be owned. She would never again

  • I Stole His Mark   Chapter 53 – The Rift

    Ilia sat in silence, her fingers gently tracing the rim of a porcelain teacup she hadn't touched. The room was too quiet. Not peaceful—hollow. The curtains were drawn open, sunlight pouring in, but it didn’t reach her. Not really. It had been days since she agreed to return to the royal court with Ryvan. Days since Caelan had stood by while Helena marked him with her lips. Days since her heart had splintered in silence while the man who claimed her said nothing.Her heartbeat hadn't returned to normal since.A knock came at the door. She didn’t move.Another knock.Then the door creaked open.Derrin entered first, his presence warm and cautious. “Ilia?”She looked up, her expression unreadable—not distant, not wounded, but sharp. Expecting. Braced. Her stare didn’t waver.Caelan followed behind him, the space tightening with his arrival. His presence shifted the air, heavy and taut, like the aftermath of a storm still humming with static. Ilia’s eyes flicked over him and then delibera

  • I Stole His Mark   Chapter 52 – The Council’s Ultimatum

    The stone chamber felt colder than usual as Caelan entered, the torches lining the walls flickering like they shared in the discomfort of what was to come. His boots echoed against the marble floor, and every step felt heavier than the last. The scent of stone and ash filled the air, mixing with the muted tension of unspoken judgment. Every face he passed as he approached the council held a different brand of scrutiny—some cold, some curious, but all questioning.The council was already seated in their high-backed chairs, carved from the ancient timber of the Hollow’s sacred forest. Their expressions were carved from something harder. Grim. Calculated. A silence wrapped around them, taut and waiting to snap. Caelan’s eyes flicked across the room and landed on Ryvan, who stood near the eastern column, arms crossed, his eyes unreadable but alert.The Head Elder rose slowly, as if lifting the weight of the room with him. “Alpha Caelan,” he began, his voice gravelled with age and authorit

  • I Stole His Mark   Chapter Fifty One – Alpha vs. Beta

    The air still pulsed with tension as Derrin led Ilia deeper into the Hollow. She leaned against him, silent but heavy with the weight of all she’d seen, all she’d endured. Caelan’s growl still echoed behind them like a phantom, and Derrin’s words—sharp and fierce—clung to the air between them.They said nothing as they reached her quarters. Derrin opened the door quietly, letting her step in first. She stood there for a moment, unmoving, then finally turned to face him.“Thank you,” she whispered.Derrin nodded, but his eyes searched her face. “Do you want me to stay?”Ilia hesitated, then gave a small nod. “Just until I fall asleep.”Derrin stepped inside and closed the door behind them. She moved to the edge of her bed, her limbs trembling with the aftermath of grief and rage. Her voice was barely audible. “Do you regret what you said to him?”Derrin shook his head. “No. I’ve been silent long enough.”She looked down at her fingers. “You defied your Alpha.”“I stood up for my mate.”

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