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Chapter Thirteen.
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The air was thick with dampness, anger, and something else—something heavier. A tension so dense, even the stone beneath our feet seemed to tremble. The torches lining the chamber walls flickered, their flames cowed by the storm of emotion spiraling through the room. Shadows twisted along the damp stone walls like spirits stirred awake.I stood in the middle of it all, posture stiff, breath shallow. Nyxara—my wolf—paced restlessly inside me. Her rage swelled like a rising tide, clawing at the edges of my control. She howled for blood, for vengeance. But who she howled for—Humphrey—was her enemy.The more the merrier, I thought bitterly.Humphrey just watched me at the far end of the chamber, shackled in silver. The metal bit into his wrists, hissing faintly where it kissed his skin. His shirt was torn at the chest, ripped from the scuffle that led to his capture, but he didn't look defeated.He looked calm.Too calm.He sat like a king deposed, jaw set, dark eyes unreadable. The flick
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I ignored what I saw as I grunted and turned sharply, storming across the dungeon chamber. My heart was still thrumming in a rhythm that didn’t feel like mine. The air smelled of blood, metal, and the undeniable scent of him. My hand curled into a fist. I needed to breathe. I needed to forget.But I couldn't.Instead, I reached for the small black pouch I always carried. Salt. A reminder of pain. Of purification. Of consequence. I dipped my fingers into the coarse grains, each crystal like a grain of war history, and turned toward him slowly, my boots echoing across the stone floor.He watched me in silence, chest heaving, sweat glistening down his battered torso. The whip marks along his back were raw and open—each one like a cursed mark I had placed there myself. Because I had. And each one felt heavier than the last."Turn around," I said, my voice rougher than I intended.His brow arched with slow amusement, but he did as I commanded, his chains rattling with the movement. His bod
Moan Of An Alpha Queen Chapter Thirteen.
I winced again!And this time I felt the pain around my body.The whip fell from my hand,it's leather still warm from contact,but it felt like Iike it had struck me instead of him. Deeper and sharper this time.He let out aow,breathless chuckle,lips curling despite the fresh blood trailing down his chest.“Careful Alpha,” he rasped,a voice laced with that maddening drawl, if you keep hitting me like that,I might start thinking you're into me”.My teeth ground together. “You're disgusting!.”“Am I?” His head tilted,chains rattling slightly. Because you didn't say that when you were moaning my name.”What the fuck? Who in the world gave him such audacity to talk to me In such a disrespectful manner?I grunted,fury flaring hot behind my eyes and without hesitation I slapped him. Hard.His head snapped sideways,the sound like thunder in the silence. Blood trickled from his lips,slow and crimson.His grin faltered.I stepped forward and grabbed his face with one hand, my fingers digging in
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I didn’t know when my fingers wrapped around the handle of the whip.Perhaps it was the silence that filled the courtyard after the prisoner’s screams had faded into weak sobs, or the burning need for answers clawing at my insides like wildfire. Maybe it was the memory of his howl in the night—low, guttural, and haunting—that pulled me toward the edge of my restraint.My claws retracted with a soft hiss as I exhaled through my nose.I turned to Riven, my beta. His cold gaze was fixed on the whip in my hand, unreadable but piercing, like he could feel the tug of hesitation storming in me. I didn’t need to speak; I only gave him a nod. A command.He hesitated, his dark brows furrowing just slightly, his jaw tight. But finally, with a slow step back, he bowed. “As you command, My Queen.”Still, his gaze lingered on me as if asking silently—Why the sudden fear? Why the hesitation?I didn’t even have an answer.When his footsteps finally disappeared into the wind, I turned back to the only
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The first rays of sunlight crept over the horizon, casting a soft golden hue over the garden. I stood at the fountain, the cool water rushing over the stone edges as my thoughts churned, unsettled by the echo of his howl.I flexed my claws, feeling the familiar shift of power within me, the raw, primal energy that surged with every breath. The sun was fully risen now, warming my skin, but inside, I was as cold as ever.As the breeze stirred the air around me, I heard the sound of footsteps approaching. I didn’t turn around at first. I already knew who it was—the unmistakable scent of leather, musk, and blood filling the space before the figure even came into view."Your Majesty," she said, her voice low and respectful.I finally turned, meeting the eyes of my warrior. Thalira Ironmoon. She had returned from her journey, and though his presence was familiar, there was something unsettling about her posture—something different in the way she carried himself. She stood before me, head
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Raya’s POVSleep didn’t come as fast as usual.Something around me didn’t feel right.The suffocating silence wrapped around me like a blanket, yet I could breathe. My lungs burned for air that I didn’t need. I was drowning, suffocating beneath an invisible weight, but there was nothing to hold me down. My body ached as if I had been submerged in a cold ocean for too long. But there was no water, no deep abyss—just an emptiness that pressed on my chest.I felt eyes on me. Heavy, predatory eyes. I couldn’t see them, but I could feel them, dark and knowing, pricking my skin like a thousand unseen needles. My breath quickened, each inhale sharp and shallow. It was as though the weight of centuries was in the gaze that followed me, creeping through my veins, entwining with my blood.Then the whispers started."Welcome home."The words were soft, like a lover’s breath, yet the meaning hit me like a blow to the gut. Home? I was already home. Wasn’t I?Something grabbed me—icy fingers brushi
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