MasukThalia's POV There was absolutely no tenderness left in Lysander’s kiss. It was a raw, primal claim—a violent storm of pure passion born from a terrifying, deep-seated fear of losing me. His lips crashed against mine with a brutal force, demanding an answer to a question my mind hadn't even processed yet. He stole the very air from my lungs, leaving me completely breathless within a single second. I clawed at the loose black silk of his shirt, my fingers digging desperately into the fabric as I tried to withstand the crushing, massive weight of his body. But Lysander only pressed harder against me, pinning his muscular frame over mine and completely locking down every single inch of my movement against the cold velvet mattress. The moment our skin collided, blinding sparks of electricity erupted, spreading like wildfire through my entire bloodstream. "Lysander—" I managed to tear my mouth away from his for a split second, gasping for air. My ragged breaths came in short,
Thalia's POV The final night before the ancient gates of the labyrinth were set to open brought a bone-chilling cold that seemed to freeze the very air. The northern wind howled mercilessly against the massive glass windows of the royal bedchamber, carrying with it the faint scent of winter frost and the lingering smoke from the ruined Crescent valley. I stood silently in front of the tall vanity mirror, slowly unwinding the thick layers of white gauze from my left wrist. The deep cut was still angry and red, throbbing with a dull, persistent ache whenever the cold drafts of the room brushed against the exposed flesh. Click. The heavy wooden door swung open without a single knock. I didn't even need to turn around to know who it was. The rich, intoxicating scent of acacia wood mixed with a dominant, heavy masculine musk instantly flooded the room, overwhelming my senses. Lysander walked in with heavy, deliberate steps, locking the door behind him with a sudden, silent snap
Thalia's POV "Even though the Crescent Pack has been utterly destroyed, that human must still undergo the Trial of the Labyrinth!" Elder Bram’s raspy voice bellowed, tearing through the tense silence of the grand hall. The harsh words echoed violently against the towering pillars of black obsidian, sending a chilling tremor through the entire Lycan Royal Court. Every high-ranking wolf in attendance held their breath, the atmosphere instantly turning thick and suffocating. I stood dead center in the middle of the vast chamber, the unforgiving cold of the marble floor seeping straight through the soles of my boots. Beneath the long, elegant sleeves of my black gown, my wrists were still heavily wrapped in thick layers of white gauze. A sharp, rhythmic throbbing shot up my arms with the slightest movement of my fingers—a brutal reminder of what I had done just yesterday. I had sliced my own veins open, offering my blood to save Lysander from the lethal liquid silver poison pulsi
Lysander’s POV The final banners of the Crescent Pack burned away into ash over the blood-stained snow. I stood at the highest peak of the northern border, looking down at the valley below, which was now completely consumed by a roaring sea of violet-black fire. Alpha Vance's main fortress in the distance had collapsed into ruins. Its ancient stone pillars were shattered to pieces under the relentless, brutal assault of my Lycan knights. The scent of absolute victory was thick in the night air—a heavy, suffocating mix of wood smoke, burning flesh, and the pure terror of the remaining enemy troops who had thrown down their weapons in total surrender. But I couldn't care less about the victory. My chest heaved, my heart hammering against my ribs with a frantic, agonizing rhythm that had nothing to do with the battle I had just fought. "Sire," a heavy voice called out from behind me. Brandon marched up the snowy incline, his heavy armor clanking with every step. He held an anc
Thalia's POV "Your blood is far too filthy to stain this snow, Elena," I said coldly. I stood tall among the ruins of the shattered ice hut, looking down at the woman I had once called a sister in my past life. Elena was on her knees in the freezing slush, her arms pinned behind her back by two massive Lycan knights. Her usually perfect blonde hair was soaked with melting ice and caked with dirt. "Thalia! Please, mercy!" Elena screamed hysterically, tears streaming down her face, ruining what was left of her makeup. "I'm your best friend! We grew up together! Vance planned everything, he threatened me! I didn't have a choice!" I took a slow step forward, letting the toe of my black boot brush against her trembling fingers on the ice. The atmosphere here was suffocating. To my right, Brandon stood like a stone statue, arms crossed over his chest, his eyes locked onto Elena’s every movement. Behind us, the remaining Lycan knights formed a tight perimeter, ensuring no lingeri
Thalia's POV Looking down at my ruined, blood-soaked ex-husband, I finally felt the cold touch of justice. The walls of the ice hut had completely shattered outward from the force of the ice magic I had unleashed moments ago. The chains that had bound my wrists were gone, melted away by the corrosive black energy of my Shadow-Blood overflowing past its maturity. Alpha Vance lay sprawled in the snow a few feet away from me. Both of his legs were frozen solid up to his knees by my frostbite magic, rendering him entirely incapable of running. His ornate war cloak was shredded, and fresh blood bubbled from his chest with every ragged breath, the result of severe internal injuries caused by my gravity manipulation. Around us, a light snow began to fall again, masking the heavy silence of the night. I walked toward him slowly. In my right hand, I held a pure silver dagger, its edge coated in the exact nightshade extract he had used to terminate my life in our first timeline. "T







