Chapter 198: The Edge of No Return
DAMON'S POVThe world blurs, my mind a thick, suffocating fog that dulls thought and sharpens every other sensation. I can’t think anymore. I don’t even know if I’m trying to think, or if the very act of cognition has been stripped from me. Everything is raw now—reason, resistance, completely gone. I only feel. Her. Isabella’s magic winds through me like smoke, insidious and unavoidable, threading through every muscle, every nerve ending, until nothing that moves is mine anymore. Every flick of her fingers, every silken graze of her skin, drives deeper into the marrow of my bones. I am not in control. I know I’m not.And yet…A dark, aching hunger twists inside me—hot, sharp, and utterly alien. Not mine. Not natural. It feels like something forced into me, a potent venom disguised as desire. A cruel, elaborate illusion. But illusions don’t matter when your body believes them, when every fiber of your being screams for a rChapter 203: Divine ConfrontationEverything happens within the blink of an eye, reality shifting so rapidly that the mind can barely process the sequence of events unfolding. While Isabella is still desperately trying to make sense of Serena's impossible transformation, a strange kind of brilliant light flashes from a few meters away, cutting through the supernatural darkness like a blade of pure energy.Morgana materializes from thin air with dramatic flair, looking absolutely menacing and more powerful than ever before. The surprise etched across her ancient features is unmistakable as she looks around the transformed laboratory, unable to believe that she has somehow managed to return to where she was previously trapped and banished.Her eyes immediately lock onto Isabella with a dangerous expression that promises swift and terrible retribution. "You are so going to pay dearly for this transgression," she declares loudly, her voice echoing with supernatural authority as raw power
Chapter 202: The AwakeningIsabella is finding it extremely difficult to believe what her eyes are witnessing right now. Her entire body is trembling with rage, fury, and unspeakable emotions that threaten to tear her head apart from the inside. She remains where she is, holding Damon securely with her magical, wicked powers, his form still bound to the cold laboratory table as she stares in complete disbelief at Serena's form standing before her.Serena looks dangerously intimidating and maniacal, like some ancient demon that has emerged from the deepest pits of the underworld to wreak havoc upon the living. Her presence radiates an otherworldly menace that makes the very air around them thrum with supernatural tension.Isabella's mind is still frantically trying to process everything that has just transpired. She is absolutely certain that she slit this girl's throat just a few minutes ago with her own hands, watched the blade slice cleanly through flesh and muscle, and saw her fall
Chapter 201: Resurrection and RageDAMON'S POVI am still trapped by the sight of Serena's lifeless, limp body lying motionless on the cold floor, my mind feeling completely dizzy as reality fractures around me like shattered glass. The image burns itself into my consciousness with devastating clarity—her pale skin, the crimson stain spreading across her throat, the way her eyes stared at nothing with that terrible emptiness that speaks of a soul departed.I still cannot believe this just happened right now. My brain refuses to process this entire scenario, rejecting the evidence of my own senses in favor of desperate denial. This has to be some sort of nightmare, some twisted illusion crafted by Isabella's dark magic. Serena cannot be dead. The universe wouldn't allow such cruelty to exist.But the blood on the floor is real. The silence where her heartbeat used to be is real. The growing cold in my chest where our bond once sang with warmth is devastatingly, horrifically real.Every
Chapter 200: The Point of No ReturnDAMON'S POVOkay, she is crazy. Really, really crazy. Like, extremely, utterly, completely insane beyond any reasonable measure of madness I've ever witnessed in my supernatural existence. What the fuck is she thinking? What is she attempting to accomplish with this twisted display of power and cruelty? My mind races through a thousand possibilities, each one more horrifying than the last.I glare at Isabella with every ounce of fury I can muster, my eyes burning with supernatural intensity as I attempt to convey the depth of my warning. The magical bindings still hold me fast to the laboratory table, but I pour all my rage and desperation into that look, hoping against hope that some fragment of the girl she used to be might still exist beneath this monstrous transformation.Isabella stands behind Serena like a predator savoring the moment before the kill, my mate still choking and gasping desperately for breat
Chapter 199: Shattered BondsDAMON'S POVI literally don't know how to comprehend this situation right now, my mind struggling to process the nightmare that has just erupted around us like a supernatural storm. Everything is so frustrating and overwhelming that I feel like I'm drowning in the chaos of my own consciousness. The magical bindings still hold me fast to the cold laboratory table, but the spell Isabella had woven around my senses is beginning to fracture under the shock of discovery.I don't like the fact that Serena actually has to stumble into this horrific scene, that she has to witness me in this compromised, violated state. The shame burns through me like acid, cutting deeper than any physical wound ever could. The way she looked at me—the shock, the confusion, the dawning horror in her beautiful eyes—will haunt me for the rest of my existence.I know that after all this madness ends, I definitely have a lot of explanations to make
Chapter 198: The Edge of No ReturnDAMON'S POV The world blurs, my mind a thick, suffocating fog that dulls thought and sharpens every other sensation. I can’t think anymore. I don’t even know if I’m trying to think, or if the very act of cognition has been stripped from me. Everything is raw now—reason, resistance, completely gone. I only feel. Her. Isabella’s magic winds through me like smoke, insidious and unavoidable, threading through every muscle, every nerve ending, until nothing that moves is mine anymore. Every flick of her fingers, every silken graze of her skin, drives deeper into the marrow of my bones. I am not in control. I know I’m not.And yet…A dark, aching hunger twists inside me—hot, sharp, and utterly alien. Not mine. Not natural. It feels like something forced into me, a potent venom disguised as desire. A cruel, elaborate illusion. But illusions don’t matter when your body believes them, when every fiber of your being screams for a r