تسجيل الدخولThalia's POV Our breathing was still ragged, filling the room with the thick, cloying heat of passion that had yet to burn itself out. Lysander wouldn't grant me the mercy of rest. He shifted, forcing me to roll over until I was prone, my face pressed into the softness of the silk pillow, while he took total control from behind. The position was humiliating, making me feel utterly exposed, a soft target beneath the massive, unrelenting weight of his body. "You’re so tight, Thalia," he hissed, the vibration of his voice sounding like a predatory purr against my spine. "Like you were forged for no one else but me." "Stop... ah! Lysander, please... this is too much!" I pleaded, my knuckles turning white as I gripped the bedframe, my nails digging into the wood. "Too much?" he mocked, his hand landing a sharp, possessive slap against my hip. "Or is it exactly what you’ve been craving all along?" He started moving again, his speed ramping up until every impact felt like a lightni
Thalia's POV The room felt as though it were shrinking, the air growing heavy and suffocating until nothing remained but the thick, intoxicating scent of Lysander’s musk. I stood there, rooted in the center of the chamber, my skin crawling and burning under a gaze so intense it felt as if he were stripping me bare, layer by agonizing layer. "Do you really think you can run from me after everything I sacrificed to possess you, Thalia?" His voice was a low, guttural hiss that vibrated deep in his throat, a sound that bypassed my ears and went straight to the primal dread coiled in my stomach. His massive, calloused hand shot out, not with hesitation, but with the cold, ruthless precision of a predator closing in on its prize. He gripped my shoulder, the fabric of my thin nightgown offering no resistance. Srak! The sharp, jagged sound of silk tearing echoed violently in the sudden silence of the room. "Thalia, you belong to me," he growled, his eyes darkening to a shade of molten
Thalia's POV I let out a bitter, jagged laugh. The sound hung in the air, discordant and ugly in a room that now held nothing but the scent of blood and rotting resentment. The opulence of the chambers felt like a sick joke, a gilded cage designed to stifle the screams I had been holding back for an eternity. "You turned back time for me?" I repeated, my voice dripping with venom. "This wasn't for love, Lysander. You did it because you couldn't stomach the reality that there was something in this world you couldn't possess." I looked down at the man who was still clinging to my knees like a lifeline. He looked so small right now, so utterly shattered. It was a terrifying sight, seeing the King of the Lycans, the creature who had leveled armies with a flick of his wrist, reduced to a weeping shell at my feet. But underneath the facade of his tears, I could still feel the wild, rhythmic thrumming of his heart—the heart of a predator who would never, ever release its grip on its prey.
Lysander’s POV "I would turn back time and let this entire world crumble ten times over just to have your soul back in my arms, Thalia," I hissed. My voice cracked. It wasn’t the voice of a Lycan King who held entire continents in a chokehold, nor was it the voice of the cold, untouchable Obsidian Sovereign. It was the voice of a broken man, one who had waited centuries in the suffocating silence of eternity just to see those eyes look at me again. I collapsed onto the cold marble floor. I, Lysander, the master of this realm, was now kneeling at Thalia’s feet. I wrapped my arms around her knees, burying my face, wet with hot, stinging tears, against the thin silk of her nightgown. I could feel her body trembling, but I didn't care. My pride? That had died the very first day I watched her soul flicker and fade on that cursed altar. "You don't know..." my voice shook, muffled by the fabric of her dress. "You have no idea what kind of hell I endured while watching your blood soak
Thalia's POV "You let them torture me... you let that dagger rip through my throat until I died just so you could possess me in this life!" I screamed, tears of deep rage burning across my face. My voice shattered the silence of the room with a vibration of raw emotion so violent and painful that the massive glass window behind us rattled slightly as if about to crack. Tears poured down uncontrollably, washing away every last bit of the fake happiness and foolish love I had enjoyed over the past three months. Every sweet morning, every tender kiss, every single word of devotion he had whispered into my skin—it was all a lie. A calculated, blood-soaked illusion. The pain of his betrayal felt so physical and real in my chest, as though my throat was truly being torn open all over again by Vance's cold blade in the past. My breath came in ragged, hyperventilating gasps. I looked at the man I had learned to love, and all I saw was a monster draped in royalty. "Thalia, calm down. Let
Thalia's POV The suffocating silence of the study was suddenly shattered by the faint, distinct creak of the heavy door hinges behind me, making the fine hairs on the back of my neck stand up in instant, primal alarm. I gasped violently, a sharp intake of freezing air hitting my lungs. I instantly turned around with whatever microscopic strength I had left remaining in my trembling limbs, wiping away my hot tears with a harsh, defensive swipe of my sleeve. Standing right at the threshold of the double mahogany doors, silhouetted terrifyingly against the cold, dead darkness of the long corridor, was a massive, familiar figure. Lysander. The man had returned. He was home a full day earlier than scheduled, defying the reports Brandon had delivered to me just this morning. His massive black cloak looked incredibly filthy, caked in mud and torn violently from the frantic dust of a long, relentless journey. There were fresh, splattered droplets of dark blood drying across his si
Thalia's POV The scent of pure silver was so incredibly dense that my chest immediately tightened, making it difficult to breathe. To an ordinary human, silver was nothing more than a precious, valuable metal. But to the ancient blood awakening inside my body, that scent was a loud, flashing de
Thalia's POVThe black silk evening gown, intricately embroidered with patterns of spun gold, hugged my human body like a second skin. It was a gown designed for a queen, but tonight, it wrapped around a woman whose mind was entirely consumed by a cold, calculating plot for vengeance.I stood moti
Vance’s POV I froze. A sudden, jarring silence swallowed the room. Only the rhythmic ticking of the wall clock remained, counting down the seconds of my squandered dignity. Kyle stood before me, unbothered. He didn’t look like a man who had just narrowly escaped a massacre. He looked like a m
Vance’s POVThe map.The silk paper felt deceptive in my grip. Cool, slightly rough at the edges, and layered with the strategic markings I had obsessively studied for hours. I stared at it with a predatory hunger. This was the key—the golden ticket—to shattering Lysander’s black throne once and







