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One hundred and two

Author: Evelyn Scott
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-20 18:59:27

Alpha Lucien’s POV

As I placed the pup again to be used for the sacrifice, the atmosphere changed again. The air went heavy. It wasn’t just silence, it was like something ancient had stirred.

A strange gust blew through the ceremonial chamber, snuffing out several torches along the walls. The scent of the pup was strong, and it cried louder this time, like it felt something terrible was about to happen.

My hands hovered above the sacred dagger. Carved from obsidian and tipped with a silver edge, it was the same blade that had renewed power in our bloodline for centuries. Generations had passed down this rite. The full moon above cast a sharp white glow through the circular skylight, hitting the altar where the pup lay.

The priestess beside me, a woman dressed in crimson robes and veiled with silver threads began chanting again, her voice low and rhythmic. It was time. The ritual could not be delayed much longer.

The elders around me stood in a circle, each holding a flame. Every soul
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  • Mated to my Stepfather, claimed by my Stepbrother   One hundred and twelve

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  • Mated to my Stepfather, claimed by my Stepbrother   One hundred and eleven

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  • Mated to my Stepfather, claimed by my Stepbrother   One hundred and ten

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