FAZER LOGINChapter 90Bella's POV I hadn’t yet walked away from the dungeon when I noticed someone rushing towards me.It was an elder. Something had to be wrong for him to be rushing toward me in this manner, robes barely gathered, breath uneven, dignity forgotten. I told myself that whatever it was… it had to be serious. Elders did not run. Not unless the ground beneath them was already shaking.“What is it?” I asked, my voice cutting through the distance between us, but he said nothing at first as he kept on rushing towards me, as though the words were too heavy for his lungs to carry.“You are the Luna-to-be of the pack. You’re supposed to question the Alpha. You’re supposed to stop him. He is running mad.”He shouted it—desperate, almost broken—but I said nothing at first.He was from the council. The same group of men who had stood tall and proud in their refusal… the same voices that had echoed against me becoming the Luna. The same eyes that had looked at me like I was unworthy, like I
Chapter 89Bella's POV The chains of the dungeons were clinking slowly as I walked in, the sound dragging against the silence like a warning. I cared less about whatever anyone wanted to say.After witnessing how Theorone had publicly disgraced his council simply for opposing his decision to marry me, I knew all too well that the rumours about him being cold and ruthless were true.Alphas feared their council. They respected them because they had the power to incite the people against whichever ruler stood before them… but with Theorone, he didn’t even seem the least bit worried.“Look who’s here—” Lyra’s voice cut through the dungeon she was in. She let out a hysterical laugh, sharp and unhinged, like someone who had been waiting far too long for the moment to finally break.“Have you come to check out how the dungeon is? Knowing that it is going to be where you’d be spending the rest of your days soon?” Her voice went on again, mockingly, each word laced with venom.“You had some n
BellaThe screams did not follow us back, but the silence did. It clung to us as we walked—heavy, suffocating—as though the punishment hall had not been left behind but had followed us into the throne room, seeping into the very walls and settling into the air we were forced to breathe. No one spoke. No one dared. Even the sound of our footsteps seemed muted, swallowed by something unseen… something that refused to let go of what had just happened.The elders who were dragged back into the hall no longer looked like the same men. Their robes—once pristine—were stained. Dark. Soaked. Clinging to their skin in a way that made it impossible to ignore what lay beneath. Blood. Their steps faltered as they were forced forward, their bodies trembling with every movement, every breath looking like it cost them something. I could hear it—the uneven rhythm of their breathing, the quiet, broken sounds they tried—and failed—to suppress.Gone. All of it was gone. The pride. The arrogance. The auth
BellaThe silence did not last long.It shattered the moment the guards moved.Heavy boots struck against the polished stone floor, sharp and synchronized, echoing through the grand hall like the toll of a bell announcing something grim… something inevitable.Before anyone could speak—before anyone could even fully process what had just been ordered—men were being dragged from their seats.Elders.Men who had just moments ago sat tall with pride, their voices loud with authority and arrogance, now struggling as iron grips clamped down on their arms."What—what is the meaning of this?!" one of them barked, his composure cracking as he tried to wrench himself free."You cannot lay your hands on me!" another roared, his voice no longer commanding, but desperate.No one answered them.The guards did not hesitate.They did not slow as Theorone's commands was backing them.Their expressions were blank. Empty. Obedient.As if the men they were dragging meant nothing.As if rank… meant nothin
BellaTheorone's council was noisy. So noisy that I couldn't even tell what the men seated across the long chairs in the hall were truly arguing for, their voices crashing into each other like waves in a storm with no end in sight."She is a wolf! I will not agree to this marriage!""A wolf being queen of the lycans? Half-blooded lycan or not, I will not let this happen!""I refuse to be alive and watch this happen. A mere werewolf can never become the queen of Lycans!""When she becomes the king's mate, would I also be mandated to bow and kneel to her as the lycan queen?"The voices were much… too much. So loud, so sharp, so filled with disgust that they drowned my thoughts completely.My thoughts that had already been questioning me since…Why I had acted that way before Theorone.Why I had let my wolf take over me so shamelessly.Why I had been… that desperate.Why I had been a whore begging for his touch, for his body… as if it were my salvation from a sin I didn’t even know I had
Theorone The dungeon reeked of iron and damp stone.It was a scent I knew too well… a scent that clung to power, to fear… to truth dragged out of unwilling mouths.I stood in the shadows, unmoving, unseen.And I watched.Lyra’s screams tore through the air, raw and jagged, scraping against the walls as if they could carve a way out. Her body jerked against the restraints, chains rattling with every futile struggle as one of the guards struck her again—hard, merciless, unrelenting.A whip cracked.Each lash split across her skin with a sickening precision, drawing blood that dripped slowly down her back, staining the stone beneath her feet.“Please—!” she choked, her voice breaking, splintering under the weight of pain. “I’ve told you everything. She was the one who made me do it—!”“Not everything,” my beta said coldly, his voice cutting through her pleas like a blade. “You’re still holding back.”Another strike.Her scream this time was weaker.GoodPain stripped people down… peeled
BellaThe weakness spread through my limbs like poison.My paws dug into the dirt as I forced myself to stay standing, but the strength that had filled my body moments ago was slipping away faster with every breath. My chest heaved as I struggled to draw in air, the sharp scent of blood and earth b
BellaThe cold night air tore through my lungs as I dragged Theoreon across the clearing, every step sending sharp jolts of pain through my arms and shoulders. His weight pulled against me like an anchor, his body leaving a faint trail in the dirt behind us as I forced myself toward the thick bushe
Bella’s POV“Why do we need to keep walking?” I asked impatiently as Kade kept leading me on and on, deeper and deeper into the forest I couldn’t even recognize.The trees here were taller, older. Their branches twisted like claws above us, swallowing the moonlight. Even the air felt different — th
Chapter 17Theoreon’s POVI walked back into my chambers, heavy with thoughts I could no longer ignore. Doubts lingered in my mind, clawing at the edges of my control.I had wanted to execute Bella. When I first realized, through the mate bond, that she had tried to run from me, I had rushed to the







