Lovena's POV:It’s been seven days since they dragged me down here like some street rat and threw me into this filthy dungeon.Seven miserable days.No warm baths, no perfumes, no gowns, no silks, no oils. Nothing but dirt, spiderwebs, and my own fury to keep me company. My nails are chipped. My hair, my beautiful, platinum hair is tangled beyond saving. I’m dressed like a criminal in this itchy prisoner’s cloth, and there’s mold on the wall. Eww mold.I hugged my knees, rocking slightly. If I don’t get out of here soon, I might actually lose my mind.No… no, I won’t. I won’t let this break me.But Selene? She’s dead. The moment I walk out of here, I swear on everything I own, Selene is going to pay. That witch has ruined everything. Ever since she showed up, acting all quiet and pathetic, everything started falling apart. I had it good. I was on top. Then she came and flipped the whole table like she had any right.One of the dumb guards, with an even dumber beard told me days ago
Selene's POV.Carmen gripped my hand tighter, pulling me out of the room. She held my hand, not my wrist thankfully, because I was still sore all over. Was Killian really going to behead those guards because of me?Or was it pride.We rushed outside, and my brows furrowed the moment we reached the field. There was a crowd. A thick, buzzing crowd of onlookers, murmuring and straining to see something happening at the center. My chest tightened as Carmen dragged me through the people. I heard bits of whispers.“…betrayed the Alpha…”“…he’s really going to do it…”And then I saw Killian. His broad back was facing me, he had a sword in his hand, standing like a god about to strike down his enemies. Three guards were kneeling before him, bound and pitiful, with their heads bowed low. One of them was crying and begging.His voice cracking so loudly it pierced through the silence.Then suddenly, a pregnant woman ran out from the crowd. Her dark hair was messy and her face tear-stained.
Lucian's POV.After Lucas had gone, I left Evelyn behind with that warm smile still on her face, her hands gently holding the edge of the teacup.She was still sipping the tea like nothing had just gone wrong, like Lucas hadn’t just seen her.She had no idea about the chaos going on around her.I forced the door shut quietly behind me and walked deeper into the mansion.My steps echoed down the long marble hallway, each one heavier than the last.I turned at the far end then pushed open a discreet wooden door, and descended the spiral stone stairs into the underground.The air shifted, it was cold down here, colder than above. It was damp and musty. The kind of chill that clung to your bones and whispered truths no one wanted to hear.The further I went, the darker it became, and the only sounds were the creaks of the old steps and the distant groans of the imprisoned could be heard.By the time I reached the bottom, torches dimly lit the stone corridor. Metal bars lined the right sid
Lucas' POV.I raised an eyebrow. “Sherlock?”Levi gave a slow nod. “Yes. He’s dead.”I went still.For a moment, there was only silence.Then I leaned back in my chair, my eyes narrowing. “Lucian killed him?”“Yes, my Lord,” Levi said. “Slashed his head clean off.”Tch. Typical Lucian.That immortal bastard had the patience of a burning fuse. It wouldn’t take much to set him off. The moment anyone made him feel small, he exploded like a child denied a toy.I let out a slow breath. “What a waste. That wizard might’ve been useful.”Levi remained silent, waiting for instruction.Sherlock was never mine to begin with. Just a gift, a trap even. something to toss at Lucian so he wouldn’t question my loyalty. I knew Lucian would kill him eventually. That’s what monsters do.But even monsters get predictable.And predictable monsters?They fall.I looked at Levi and gave a slow, calculating smile. “No matter. We’re done handing out sacrifices. From now on, we pull strings behind the scenes.”
Killian's POV.I woke up before the sun rose, as always. I stretched my arms and rolled off the bed, dropping to the ground for a round of push-ups. The repetitive motion kept my head clear and focused. When I was done, I grabbed the jug of water by the stand and took a few deep gulps.A soft knock landed on my door.“Come in,” I said, standing tall.A maid stepped in quietly, she had her eyes low. “Good morning, Lord Wolfe. I’m here to prepare your bath.”I gave a silent nod, and she moved toward the grand bath chamber attached to my quarters. I heard the splash of water, the scent of mint herbs rising. By the time she stepped out, I was already halfway out of my robe. I walked in, washed, dressed, and emerged ready. I had things to do, people to handle and blood to spill.I stepped out of my chambers and Ronan joined me immediately.“Greetings Lord Wolfe.” He bowed.“Greetings, are the guards there?” I asked, not looking at him.“Yes my lord.” He answers.“And the sword?”“Brand
Selene's POV.I tilted my head, trying to focus despite the throbbing pain still in my wrists. “Like what?”She and took a breath. “There’s a bond renewal house. That’s where fated mates can go to renew their bond. There’s a massive magical moonstone in the center. They place their palms on it together, and if their bond is true, it strengthens. Their love grows deeper.”I raised a brow. “That’s... intense.”She nodded. “It’s also the only time where the Moon goddess herself might appear, only to a select few. Especially those whose destinies are tied to something much larger than themselves. Warriors from different packs also gather to take oaths.”“It’s a ceremony of unity, power and awakening... but what everyone’s watching for is the appearance of the Child of Prophecy.” That made me still. “Why? Why are people so desperate to find her?”Carmen's eyes met mine, her expression darkening. “Because her blood... can make someone unbelievably powerful. But…” she paused, holding up a