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I can't tell if anyone is following. But a thumbs up, a vote...it will definitely make me know that you are here and that I'm not alone doing my thing. š„²š„² Please leave as many thumbs as you like. š š Thank you šššScarletās POVThe heavy iron portcullis groaned down into place, its teeth biting deep into the frost-hardened earth.From the high tower window of our bedchamber, I watched fifty dark riders gallop out of the gates. Damien rode at the point of the wedge on his massive black stallion, his fur cloak billowing like wings in the cold night air. The hounds ran ahead, low to the ground, baying with deep, hollow barks as they caught the sharp scent of elven blood and fear.The eastern sky was black as pitch, bruised with an unnatural purple haze near the horizon.The Black Mire.It was a wasteland of sunken bogs, dead cypress trees, and sulfur vents that lay like a poisoned scar between the Blood Moon territory and the witch kingdom of Estalange. No sane man rode into it at night. The mud could swallow a warhorse whole, and the mist was thick with creeping rot that dulled a wolfās nose until he couldn't smell his own paws.Why, Joel?I pressed my forehead against the cold glass. The ache in
Approaching the end, a part where I have to say goodbye to my characters. They changed, suffered, went through pains. Well, that's the life we live, because reality also sucks.Thank you LOVIANS, for reading, and for coming thus far.
Scarletās POVThe warm air in our bedchamber died instantly.Damien stood up from the furs like a coiled spring released all at once. The soft tenderness in his eyes turned into jagged flint. He grabbed his linen shirt from the floor, pulling it over his head, and reached down for his broadsword in one smooth motion. The steel hissed out of the leather sheath, catching the orange firelight."Cover yourself," Damien barked, not looking back as he kicked the heavy bedroom door wide open.Sasha tumbled backward onto the corridor stones, clutching her apron, her face white as chalk. Down the hall, the four guards outside the nursery already had their spears raised, their bodies tense, smelling the panic on the wind."Speak," Damien ordered, stepping out into the torchlight, his broad frame towering over the girl. "Every word. Clear.""The guard at the courtyard arch found the stable door smashed," Sasha sobbed, her teeth chattering so hard her words slurred. "Two sentries were lying in th
Scarletās POVThe hearth fire crackled, throwing long orange shadows over the stone walls of our bedchamber.Damienās forehead was pressed against my knees. His fingers dug into the fabric over my hips, trembling with an intensity that rattled straight into my bones. He smelled of sweat, woodsmoke, dried mud, and that deep cedar musk that had lived in my nose since the day the Moon Goddess bound our souls together.I didn't push him away. I tangled both of my hands into his thick, tangled black hair, feeling the rough scabs along his scalp where the witch chains had bitten deep."Damien," I whispered, my voice thick with tears. "Look at me."He lifted his head slowly. The hard, terrifying Alpha mask was gone. In its place was a man starved of water, staring at a spring he wasn't sure was real. His golden eyes were bloodshot, rimmed with raw, sleepless exhaustion, searching every inch of my face for a lie."I thought I died in that pit, Scarlet," he rasped, his voice breaking down to g
Scarletās POVThe silence in the infirmary was so thick it felt like being drowned in cold mud.Outside the heavy door, I could hear the faint, steady scrape of Damienās leather boots pacing the hall stones. He was there, waiting, counting every second of the ten minutes he had granted.I looked down at Joelās hand.His fingers trembled, hovering an inch from the rough gray wool of my skirt, stained with fresh red blood from his opened palm. The scars from Estalange, the bruises from the sand, the hollow lines carved into his faceāhe had paid for every single one of them trying to keep me and my babies alive."Joel," I whispered, dropping slowly onto the edge of the wooden cot.My thighs screamed from the movement, but I ignored the pain. I reached out and took his bloody, shaking hand into both of mine. His skin was burning with fever, his pulse kicking frantically against his wrist like a trapped bird."Look at me," I said softly.He lifted his head, his dark eyes rimmed with red, s
Scarletās POVThe room went cold the second the healer finished speaking.Kaeler drank quietly at my breast, his tiny fingers pressing into my skin. In Damienās arms, Kaelor and Kaelia had stopped fussing, their soft breaths rising and falling against his scarred chest. But the peace that had settled over us just moments ago cracked down the middle.Damien didn't drop the pups. He just sat there on the bear pelt, his eyes fixed on the trembling old healer standing in the doorway.The silence dragged on until the wood in the brazier popped, throwing a spray of red sparks into the air."He refuses food?" Damien asked, his voice low, dry, and flat as stone."Yes, Alpha," the healer squeaked, keeping his head ducked so low his chin touched his collar. "He tore the linen right off his shoulder. The cut on his palm is bleeding again. He said... he said he owes no man his life, and he will speak to the Luna before nightfall or bleed out on the floorboards."I looked down at Kaelerās dark hea
Damienās POVI donāt know if it was instinct, but something deep inside me whispered that something was wrong.Even though she tried so hard to conceal it, everything was brought to light tonight. All through the night, as I took Scarlet again and again, she kept calling my nameāand another.A nam
Scarletās POVI blinked, forcing myself back into the moment, steadying my breath as I looked up at Damien.He was still watching me, the soldiers standing rigidly behind him, guiding us forward.None of it was real.None of it had ever been real.I had only been standing thereāwatching Joel being
Damienās POVIt had been days since she left, and still, Iād heard nothing.Not another letter. Not even a reassurance that she was going to really come backāIām left with just memories of her. My head spun as I wrestled with what to do next. That was when the guardsā voices boomed from the palace
Scarletās POV āDamien, what are you doing?ā I gasped, fear laced in my voice. My breath hitched, as my chest rose and fell with sharp urgency. But⦠damn it. Why do I feel so wet beneath? Whatās wrong with me? Iāve never been this close to a man. Never felt this exposedā¦this fragile. I placed







