LOGINDamian's POV:My gaze met Dr. Richman's."Then explain it to me. Please. I need something that makes sense.""There's some kind of magnetic force radiating from her," he answered.I stared at him.Magnetic Force?What the fuck did a magnetic force have to do with Morgan?"What does that even mean?""These machines rely on electronic sensors to monitor vital signs. Something surrounding her appears to be interfering with their readings."He continued explaining, but the more he talked, the less sense it made.He even connected the equipment to me.The fucking machine immediately started reading my vitals.Every single one of them.It worked perfectly.So why the hell wouldn't it work on Morgan?And as if to prove his point, the moment he connected the equipment to Morgan, every single reading disappeared.What the fuck was surrounding my mate?"Do you have a shaman in your pack?" Dr. Richman asked.I nearly lost my shit.What kind of fucking question was that?"A fucking shaman? My mat
Damian’s POV: Minutes turned into hours, and before I knew it, darkness had swallowed the land.The moon was full, its majestic light illuminating the sky.I stood by the balcony, staring at it, hoping for a fucking miracle.Morgan was breathing again.It felt like I'd been given a second chance at life myself.The unbearable pain that had nearly brought me to my knees was gone. But the agony in my chest had only intensified.My heart was pounding, and my body felt numb.All I could feel was rage.And misery.Bruce was losing his fucking mind.He wanted to shift, hunt Mariam down himself, and sink his teeth into her throat.And quite frankly, I was beginning to agree with him.How fucking stupid could my warriors be?A goddamn housekeeper had managed to fool an entire kingdom.And now she had vanished.Without a trace.My warriors had searched every corner of the palace grounds, relying on their heightened senses to track her scent.Nothing.Not a fucking thing.They couldn't even id
Morgan's POV:My head was spinning.I was falling through a tunnel of blinding light, tumbling into an endless abyss.My body was numb.Cold.Weightless.I couldn't feel my arms or legs, and I had no idea whether I was falling toward something or drifting farther away from the world I'd left behind.I closed my eyes, hoping the brightness would disappear.But even through my eyelids, the light grew stronger.Until suddenly—My ass landed on something incredibly soft.What the fuck?The freezing sensation vanished, replaced by a gentle warmth spreading through my body.For the first time in what felt like an eternity, I wasn't hurting.I wasn't suffocating.I wasn't dying.At least, I didn't think I was.I heard the steady burble of running water, accompanied by a soft breeze brushing against my skin.I took a breath.A real fucking breath.My lungs expanded effortlessly.No burning.No crushing pressure.No desperate struggle for oxygen.The air carried a delicate sweetness I couldn't
Morgan's POV:My lungs were shutting down so fucking fast.I felt like a fish out of water, desperately trying to breathe while my body refused to cooperate.I knew exactly what was happening.The poison was interfering with the communication between my nerves and muscles, gradually paralyzing the very muscles responsible for keeping me alive. My oxygen levels were dropping, and my heart rate had slowed tremendously.My vision was fading.Darkness crept across my eyes until I could no longer distinguish anything around me.I couldn't see.Even my hearing was becoming impaired.I was a doctor, for Goddess's sake. I understood what respiratory failure meant. I knew that without oxygen, my organs would eventually shut down.And there wasn't a fucking thing I could do about it.My gastrointestinal tract was killing me. The pain was so intense that it felt like my intestines were being shredded, and my poor liver was about to explode.Literally fucking explode.I knew Tesa had left.I'd he
Morgan’s POV: I was a fucking idiot.How could I have been fooled like that?I was the great Dr. Morgan Miller.A woman who had spent years studying medicine, healing people with herbs, and developing remedies using traditional practices.And now?Now I was dying because I'd consumed one of the very plants I'd studied during graduate school.How fucking embarrassing.I'd probably be the laughingstock at my own goddamn funeral.Here lies Dr. Morgan Miller. Brilliant physician. Gifted herbalist. Killed by a cup of tea.Wonderful.Absolutely fucking wonderful.And all courtesy of Tesa.That miserable bitch had finally gotten rid of me.And she'd laughed in my face while doing it.Mocked me.Humiliated me.Watched me struggle for breath as though my suffering were the most entertaining thing she'd ever witnessed.Those were the last thoughts that crossed my mind before everything went dark.I was dying.And the worst part was that I knew exactly why.I'd been poisoned by the same little
Damian's POV:The whole fucking pack was under lockdown.Every entrance was guarded, every exit secured, and no one was permitted to leave without my authorization.I was also preparing to send orders to our neighboring packs, requesting that they tighten security along their borders.Because one thing was certain.Mariam wasn't originally from Moon Valley.And if she'd managed to escape, I wanted every fucking road leading out of our territory watched.I gripped my father's arm, struggling to remain standing.My legs were still weak, and every movement required more strength than I cared to admit.He looked at me with concern."Do you think this has something to do with the information you discovered?" he whispered.I shook my head."They would've come for Alex as well," I mumbled.If this attack had anything to do with the newly discovered information surrounding Morgan's identity, Alexander would've been an obvious target.He was stronger than his sister.A powerful warrior who cou







