Mag-log in“Because this was…” I held his gaze, a chill running down my spine. “…my alpha’s command.”The words felt like shards of glass on my tongue and like a soothing ointment in my chest.I had never called Asher alpha. I had always been openly disrespectful to him in front of the pack.Now, for the first
‘Tell no one of my fall. Go to my Alpha cabin. Sit on my chair. Call only Draknor. He’ll understand that I had succumbed to Madness. He’ll know what to do next.’Asher used to repeat that to me and Ezra.At the strangest times.And we just… ignored it.Never realizing — those were the days he fought
[Raven]‘... trap Madness in my body.’Asher’s words haunted my mind as I strode through the corridors of Sinx, my shoes clacking against the marble floor.The parliament bustled around me as it always did. Scribes, wardens, and heralds were all busy with their duties.A part of me expected… somethi
But only one sapling survived.Asher’s.I never understood why. And before I could find out, I had to destroy the carvera to save Xanthea.I knew Asher was powerful.But to survive such high rank celestial weapons? To fight four gods alone while being wounded by holy rain and trapped within a divine
His fists tightened. But he did not deny it.I let out a sigh.“This will break you,” I said quietly. “Asher and I are different. But Ezra? How will you watch him suffer all over again? How will you end the life you once saved with your own?”A shudder ran through his body, pain fracturing his compo
[Raven]“Ruhna is a prophesied wolf now. So, I can’t say for certain. But when she was Cadence’s wolf, Lord Yandor told me she was powered by soullight.”My eyes widened.Soullight.The word seared through my veins like acid.Soullight was an element of the soul — abundant in celestials, dormant in
[Xanthea] “She’s alive?” “Good goddess…” “Look at what she’s wearing.” “Isn’t that the latest gown from the most recent luna collection?” “One of the most expensive gowns in the world.” The living area greeted me with a hushed buzz of disbelief and surprise from the maids. Their murmurs ceased
[Xanthea]I still remember the day when I got my first heat. I was sixteen back then, and I knew the biology behind the heats of a female werewolf from my mother’s diaries and experiences she noted in them. All anatomically female werewolves went into heat once a month. Everyone mostly experienced
Narrowing my eyes, I stared at Atticus. “There’s still time, Atticus. Choose your sides wisely,” Ezra said. “No soul suffers in vain. For some, it’s forging for the future and for some, it’s karma for their past. And you must never pity the latter because their suffering is punishment for their own
Her makeup smeared sultrily, especially around her eyes and lips, as a slick film of sweat spread across her skin.Ezra knit his brows in a carnal frustration. He held her hips firmly against his as he fucked her harder through her orgasm. Slumping on him, Xanthea arched herself against him.“Fuckin







