LOGINThalia's POV The dates on these letters were written clearly, long before I was executed in my first life. My heavily trembling hands slowly reached into the cold silver box, my fingers brushing against the fragile parchment. Lifting the first stack of letters, I felt the paper texturing beneath my fingertips, incredibly dry and brittle. The musty scent of old paper and dried ink immediately pierced my nose, bringing back the heavy, dark atmosphere of the past—an atmosphere I thought I had left behind in the graves of my previous existence. Carefully, my shaking fingers untied the black silk ribbon, letting it fall to the floor like a dead snake. I unfolded the first sheet of paper, the crisp sound of the parchment loud in the dead silence of the night. My breath hitched violently in my chest. My eyes locked onto the top right corner of the letter, reading the sequence of numbers written there. I blinked rapidly, thinking the dim moonlight was playing tricks on my mind.
Thalia's POV The blood lock seal on this box demanded a drop of life fluid from my trembling veins. I stepped closer to the stone pillar inside the hidden room, my breath completely trapped in my throat. The air inside this secret compartment felt thick, almost unbreathable, heavy with centuries of dust and forbidden energy. The ancient silver box was no larger than a thick book, but the heavy aura it emitted made the surrounding air freeze instantly. Tiny crystals of frost began to form along the edges of the stone pillar, creeping outward like frozen claws. On the lid of the box was an intricate, highly detailed carving of a wolf howling beneath an inverted crescent moon symbol. My heart dropped at the sight, a cold dread pooling in my stomach. It was the symbol of an ancient forbidden ritual, strictly outlawed by all packs centuries ago. "What kind of magic are you keeping in here, Lysander?" I whispered into the darkness, my voice shivering with fear but consumed by a
Thalia's POV Walking through my husband's study tonight felt different—silent, yet charged with a suffocating mystery. The second night since Lysander's departure to the Black Forest border dragged on painfully slow, as if time itself was playing a cruel joke on me. The master bedroom, usually filled with the warmth of his body and the comforting scent of pine, felt as cold as ice. I couldn't sleep at all. Every time I tried to close my eyes, the bloody visions of my first life replayed like an inescapable nightmare, clawing at my sanity. To calm my chaotic thoughts, I decided to wander around the castle. My aimless steps somehow brought me to a halt right in front of the double mahogany doors leading to Lysander’s private study. "Am I even allowed inside?" I murmured hesitantly to myself, staring at the cold doorknob. Normally, this place was a forbidden zone for anyone in the castle, without exception. But as his wife—the High Luna he practically worshipped—the guards in
Thalia's POV Three months passed in flawless peace, melting away every single one of my horrific memories. I stood by the massive floor-to-ceiling window of the master bedroom in the obsidian castle, gazing out at the vast Western territory that now bowed entirely to our rule. The warm morning sun kissed my skin, but the real warmth was right behind me. A pair of strong, muscular arms wrapped tightly around my waist, catching me silently. Lysander pulled my back against his broad, bare chest, transferring his massive body heat directly onto my skin. "You're daydreaming again, my Luna," Lysander whispered deeply, his raspy voice vibrating right against my ear. The masculine scent of pine forest and winter storms flooded my senses, making me close my eyes in sheer comfort. I could feel his heavy breaths brushing the crook of my neck, followed by demanding little kisses. "I just never thought peace could feel this real," I answered softly, turning around in his embrace. I l
Lysander’s POV Bang! I kicked the bridal chamber door open and locked it securely from the inside for what felt like the countless time tonight. But this time was entirely different. There was no more lingering anger, no more suffocating fear of danger. The only thing remaining was a deep, profound love, a pure possessiveness, and a true romantic passion that had finally scaled to its absolute peak. The master bedroom had been completely transformed for this night. Hundreds of aromatherapy candles scented with jasmine and cinnamon burned in every single corner, casting a warm, dim, deeply intimate golden glow across the room. Black rose petals were thickly scattered across the red silk bed, creating a heavily sensual contrast. I lowered Thalia’s body onto the thick fur carpet resting near the bed. My hand didn't release her waist for even a fraction of a second, ruthlessly pulling her flush against my bare chest. "You were absolutely magnificent today, my High Luna," I whisp
Thalia's POV "Ah... ahhh... Lysander... that's enough..." I panted raggedly against his lips in the middle of our heated kiss. My entire body shook violently against the hard stone pillar as Lysander unleashed his final, incredibly deep thrusts, crashing hard against my core until I fell into a brief, shattering orgasm that made my entire frame shiver. His warm fluid erupted deep inside me once again, mixing with the remnants of last night. This man was entirely insane. Claiming me repeatedly right before we were meant to walk down the wedding altar. Lysander pulled himself out with a wet, deeply sensual sound. He quickly adjusted his slightly disheveled ceremonial clothes, his breaths still coming in heavy pants, while I smoothed down the layers of my silver gown, which had thankfully avoided being stained by our wild activity against the pillar. "The grand ceremony awaits us, my High Luna," Lysander rasps, a satisfied smirk spreading across his face as he stared at my swol
Thalia's POV Berdiri di atas puing-puing labirin, I could feel the suffocating terror radiating from the ancient elders above. The grand, opulent hall of the sacred temple had completely lost its foundation, replaced now by a massive, smoking crater filled with the shattered remains of the tri
Thalia's POV The thick torrent of blood dripping from my chest struck the cold stone floor, instantly igniting the dormant, ancient blood magic runes carved into the labyrinth. I froze, staring down in absolute shock as the vibrant crimson fluid flowing from my body refused to simply puddle on
Thalia's POV The massive stone doors of the sacred temple’s underground labyrinth ground open, releasing a wave of freezing mist that reeked heavily of ancient blood. The agonizing screech of the scraping boulders echoed through the cavernous subterranean hall, sounding like the desperate scre
Thalia'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 pr







