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Chapter 13: The Curse

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The air in the chamber curdled. Hestia stood in the doorway, her black silks whipping around her ankles as if caught in a localized cyclone. Behind her, the other four Elders stood like monolithic statues of grief, their amber eyes wide with a terror I hadn't seen even when Zayden was tearing Ronan apart.

Zayden didn't pull away from my neck. His fangs were already grazing my skin, a sharp, electric sting that sent a jolt of liquid fire straight to my core. He turned his head just enough to sna
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  • I swear he is a Werewolf    Chapter 13: The Curse

    The air in the chamber curdled. Hestia stood in the doorway, her black silks whipping around her ankles as if caught in a localized cyclone. Behind her, the other four Elders stood like monolithic statues of grief, their amber eyes wide with a terror I hadn't seen even when Zayden was tearing Ronan apart.Zayden didn't pull away from my neck. His fangs were already grazing my skin, a sharp, electric sting that sent a jolt of liquid fire straight to my core. He turned his head just enough to snarl at the High Elder, a sound that vibrated through my own chest."Too late, Hestia," Zayden growled, his voice distorted by the shift. "The Moon has chosen. I am claiming what is mine.""You are claiming her execution!" Hestia shrieked, stepping into the crimson light. She looked frail, but the power radiating from her was ancient and cold. "Zayden, listen to me. The curse... it was never about the human heart being too weak. That was the lie we told to keep the lines pure. To keep the Alphas f

  • I swear he is a Werewolf    Chapter 12: The Truth

    The silence that followed Ronan’s death was more violent than the fight itself. The air in the chamber was thick, ionized by the surge of Alpha energy and the metallic tang of fresh blood. Zayden knelt before me, his hands trembling as they hovered over my wrists, where the silver shackles had once bit into my skin.He looked up at me, and for the first time, I didn't see the untamable beast or the arrogant heir. I saw a man standing on the edge of a precipice, terrified that his next breath would shatter the only thing he loved."The bond is fully awake," he whispered, his voice a ghost of itself. "I can feel your thoughts, Kaelira. I can feel the way your heart stutters when I touch you. It’s like a thousand wires connecting every nerve in my body to yours.""I feel it too," I said, my voice steadier than I felt. I reached out, cupping his face. His skin was fever-hot, his pulse racing under my palms. "It's not just a feeling, Zayden. It’s... It’s a pull. Like gravity."Zayden close

  • I swear he is a Werewolf    Chapter 11: The Rescue

    The stone chamber didn't just vibrate; it groaned.High above, the Blood Moon had shed its violet shroud, spilling a thick, visceral crimson through the ceiling’s aperture. The light hit the silver of my shackles, and for a moment, I thought I would go blind from the searing heat. But the pain wasn't an ending. It was a catalyst.Through the thin, psychic tether connecting me to Zayden, I felt a sudden, violent surge of adrenaline. It wasn't mine. It was his. It was the frantic, bone-deep desperation of a predator who had finally scented the kill."He's here," I whispered, the growl still vibrating in my throat.Ronan stood in the center of the crimson beam, his human skin rippling like water. His eyes were no longer just red; they were bleeding light. "Let him come. He’s a dead man walking into a god’s throne room."Then, the world exploded.The massive iron-reinforced doors of the chamber didn't just open—they were liquidated. A shockwave of pure Alpha kinetic force blew them inward

  • I swear he is a Werewolf    Chapter 10: Taken

    Consciousness didn’t return to me; it crashed over me like a frigid wave.My head throbbed with a rhythmic, dull ache that timed itself to the heavy thumping of my heart. I wasn't on the cedar floor of Zayden’s cabin. I was lying on cold, damp stone that smelled of salt, iron, and ancient dust. I tried to move my hands, but the sharp bite of cold metal stopped me.Silver.Even without Zayden’s explanations, I knew it instinctively. The handcuffs weren't just restraints; they felt like they were leaching the very warmth from my marrow. A low, pathetic moan escaped my throat."Awake at last," a voice purred. "I was beginning to think I’d been too heavy-handed. It would be a shame to waste such a rare vintage before the moon reaches its peak."I forced my eyes open. I was in a circular stone chamber, lit only by high, narrow slits that allowed shafts of sickly grey light to cut through the gloom. Ronan sat on a raised stone dais across from me, his legs crossed, watching me with a look o

  • I swear he is a Werewolf    Chapter 9: The Mate Bond

    The silence of the cabin was no longer a sanctuary; it was a cage. I stood by the reinforced glass, my breath fogging the pane as I watched the treeline where Zayden had vanished. My body felt like a live wire, humming with a frequency I couldn’t tune out. It wasn't just adrenaline. It was something deeper, a magnetic pull that made my very marrow ache.I turned back to the cedar table, my eyes locking onto that dark, dried word: SOON.Panic flared, sharp and cold, but it was quickly swallowed by a surge of heat that started at the base of my spine. I walked to the table, my fingers trembling as I reached out to touch the blood. The moment my skin made contact, a jolt of electricity snapped through me.Images flashed behind my eyes—not my own memories, but his. I saw the forest through a lens of gold; I felt the crushing weight of a crown I never asked for; I felt a loneliness so vast it could swallow the moon. And then, I felt her. I felt the moment Zayden had seen me on the road, th

  • I swear he is a Werewolf    Chapter 8: The Claim

    The drive back from the Manor was a suffocating vacuum of silence. Zayden’s knuckles were white against the steering wheel of his black SUV, his jaw so tight I feared the bone might snap. The forest flew by in a blur of skeletal branches, but for once, the shadows didn't scare me. It was the man beside me—the man who was supposed to be my protector, yet looked like he was mourning my funeral.When we reached his private cabin, a secluded structure of glass and dark cedar perched on the edge of a cliff, he didn't move. He sat staring into the dark."Zayden," I said, my voice echoing in the small space. "Talk to me.""I should have run further," he whispered, his voice a jagged shard of glass. "The moment I saw you on that road, I should have vanished. I should have let you believe I was just a trick of the light.""But you didn't." I reached out, my fingers hovering over his arm. "Because you couldn't."He turned to me then, and the raw, unfiltered hunger in his golden eyes made my bre

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