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*CHAPTER 84* Edward: By the time I stormed into my study, I felt like I had been possessed by a manic spirit. My blood ran too hot, my head pounded with the force of my own thoughts, and my body was tight with the kind of tension that made men reckless. I shut the door harder than necessary, the sound echoing in the dimly lit room. My breath came fast, ragged. I didn't care about the war. I didn't care about the army that had spent years training, the warriors putting their lives on the line, or the land we were supposed to be protecting. None of it mattered. Because Lianna had gone back to him. I gritted my teeth as I shoved a stack of papers off my desk. They scattered across the floor, but I didn't stop there. My hand slammed against the wooden surface, hard enough to make my writing materials rattle. I wanted to break something. I needed to break something. The rage inside me burned too violently to be contained. She was mine to protect. She had always
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*CHAPTER 85* Lianna: I was restless. So fucking restless. Every breath I took felt heavier than the last, thick with guilt and uncertainty. My body was tense, my hands curled into trembling fists as I stood frozen in my room, replaying everything over and over. The war. The lives lost. The people who had suffered—all because of me. The door creaked open, and I barely flinched when Imogen walked in. She looked angry. Hell, livid. “Tell me you’re not actually going back to him.” she asked, her dark eyes burning into mine. I swallowed, avoiding her gaze. “You wouldn’t understand.” That was the wrong thing to say. Imogen let out a sharp, bitter laugh before shaking her head, her expression twisting in disbelief. “I wouldn’t understand?” Her voice cracked, her body visibly shaking. “I was there, helping you pick pieces of yourself while you grieved! I saw what he did to you!” She was right. She had been there. She had seen it all. And that made this even worse.
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*CHAPTER 86* Lianna: The war had taken everything and it wasn't even the end. Each day, more lives were lost, more bodies burned, more homes reduced to nothing but ashes. The scent of blood never truly left the air, and every night, Imogen whispered horrors from the battlefield—wolves torn apart, warriors barely making it back alive, and the silence of those who never returned at all. And damn, it broke me. It fucking broke me to the point where I walked around, bathing in nothing but guilt. I had tried to hold on, to tell myself there was another way, but the truth was suffocating. The war wasn’t ending. It was only growing worse. And Edward… He had been nothing if not absent. After that night—the night I kissed him, the night I let my heart betray my mind—I never saw him again. And even when I did, he was always running, barking out orders while looking like this was the last place he wanted to be, always moving, always slipping through my fingers like sand
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*CHAPTER 87* Lianna: The night stretched endlessly before us, the stars glinting like shards of glass in the dark sky. The steady rhythm of the horse’s hooves against the frozen ground filled the silence between us, a silence that should have felt comforting but instead settled like a weight in my chest. I should have known something was wrong. Ethan had told me this was a test. That if I truly loved him, if I truly believed in him, I would come. He made it sound like a challenge, a chance to prove myself. But the way he spoke—it hadn’t been planned. There was something reckless in his voice, something desperate. Still, I had followed him. Now, as we rode deeper into the unknown, my fingers curled around the edges of my cloak, pulling it tighter against the sharp wind. The scent of damp earth and pine trees filled my lungs, but underneath it, something else lingered. A scent I couldn’t quite place. The night was colder than I expected, colder than it had be
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*CHAPTER 88* Lianna: The guards dragged me through the stone corridors, their grip bruising my arms as I stumbled over the uneven ground. The scent of damp earth and blood clung to the air, thick and suffocating. Shadows flickered along the cold walls, the dim torchlight casting eerie shapes that danced like ghosts. The entire kingdom felt unnatural. The walls pulsed with an unsettling energy, as if the very stones had been soaked in centuries of darkness. The deeper we went, the colder it became, the warmth from the world above vanishing entirely. There were no windows, no glimpses of the outside world-only the unending descent into something sinister. A chill crawled up my spine as I heard distant whispers -low, guttural voices murmuring in a language I didn't understand. I couldn't tell if they belonged to the guards escorting me or to something else, something unseen lurking in the shadows. The path twisted and turned, narrowing into an oppressive tunne
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*CHAPTER 89* Edward: The battlefield was chaos. The stench of blood and death hung thick in the air, mingling with the acrid scent of burning wood from a village that had been set ablaze in the skirmish. Bodies-both wolves and vampires-littered the ground, some barely clinging to life, others long gone. The metallic tang of blood coated my tongue, my skin slick with sweat and grime as I cut down another enemy with a single, brutal strike. The vampire hissed as my claws tore through his chest, his crimson eyes widening in shock before his body disintegrated into dust. Another one lunged at me from the side, fangs bared, but I was faster. I spun, dodging his strike, and drove my hand straight through his ribcage, gripping his heart and crushing it in my fist. He let out a strangled gasp before turning to ash. "Behind you, Alpha!" My Beta, Harvey mind linked me, his blade slicing through an approaching vampire. His face was smeared with blood, his golden fur stain
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*CHAPTER 90* Edward: The stench of blood clung to the air, thick and suffocating. The battlefield was littered with bodies-wolves and vampires alike, their lifeless forms trampled beneath the boots of soldiers who fought with reckless desperation. Metal clashed, swords singing a symphony of war, and the growls of my warriors blended with the guttural snarls of the enemy. The war died down as dawn neared. The vampires had retreated into their dark territory and the highlight of it all had to be me watching the ones that weren't able to get back in before sunrise, burning into ashes and fading out of existence. But none of it felt real. Not without her. Lianna's absence was a wound I couldn't ignore, no matter how many vampires I cut down, no matter how many victories we claimed. She was gone. The guards I had sent to find her had returned with nothing-no scent, no trace, no whisper of her existence and it annoyed the hell out of me. They had scoured ev
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*CHAPTER 91* Edward: The battlefield was drenched in blood, the air thick with the metallic scent of death. The distant howls of my warriors blended with the screeches of the dying vampires, but I barely heard them. My focus was unshakable. Each swing of my sword was precise, each kill executed without hesitation. I moved like a force of nature, my blade slashing through flesh and bone with ruthless efficiency. The warm spray of blood against my skin was insignificant. Nothing mattered except the path ahead—the path leading me straight to the vampire king. His death would end this war. A vampire lunged at me from the left, his fangs bared, eyes glowing crimson. Before he could land a strike, I sidestepped and drove my blade through his chest, twisting until his body went limp. Another enemy came at me from behind, claws aimed at my throat, but I grabbed his wrist, snapped it in one swift motion, and slit his throat without breaking stride. My movements were aut
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