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Chapter 82

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Aria POV

Clara hits the ground so hard the sand ripples beneath her.

Lightning detonates out of her in savage bursts not controlled, not shaped, just raw, screaming energy. The air around her crackles in violent waves, bending, warping, pulling toward her like she’s the eye of a storm dragging the world inward.

The fragment wraps around her like molten silver, claws sinking into her aura instead of her flesh. It’s not consuming her.

It’s merging.

“No Clara ”

I sprint toward her, moonfire erupting in my palms.

The goddess dives in front of me, silver spreading through the air like a barrier. “Stay back, core.”

“I’m not staying back!” I scream. “She’ll die!”

“She will not die,” the goddess hisses. “She is doing exactly what she was created to do.”

My blood freezes.

What.

What does that mean?

Ares staggers beside me, gold flaring dangerously unstable. “If she merges with it if she absorbs a fragment she’ll overload ”

“No,” the goddess whispers, eyes pinned on Clara. “She will asc
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    Stories don’t always follow the path you expect.Sometimes they twist.Sometimes they break.Sometimes they merge into something you didn’t see coming something stranger,and stronger,and more honest than the original plan.Aria and Clara began as two separate flames.Aria: the quiet moon.Clara: the roaring storm.Two girls shaped by opposite forces,two hearts shaped by different wounds,two destinies written in ink that refused to dry.They were built to collide.They were built to challenge each other.They were built to change the world in ways even the goddess couldn't predict.But stories have a way of choosing their own truth.And somewhere along the journey in the battles,in the betrayals,in the unspoken longing,in the love that refused to break they found each other.Not as enemies.Not as sisters.Not as rivals in a prophecy that tried to pit them against each other.But as pieces of a whole that had been waiting to reunite.Claria was never meant to be a twist.She

  • Rosie's Bloom   Epilogue

    Six months laterThe world finally knows peace.Not the fragile peace that trembles like glass but a slow, steady onethat sinks into the bonesand teaches the lungs how to breathe again.The morning light spills across the pack grounds, golden and soft, stretching long shadows over the training fields. The scent of dew hangs in the air. Wolves run lazily through the grass, not for patrol… just because it feels good to run.And in the center of it all standing on the balcony of the Alpha House Claria watches her world wake.She still gets quiet moments like this,moments where she closes her eyesand listens to the rhythm inside her chest.Three heartbeats.Three histories.One presence.Once, that scared her.Now it feels like home.The door behind her opens softly.Ares steps out, hair messy, shirt half-buttoned, looking like sleep clings to him in the sweetest way possible. When he wraps his arms around her from behind, the bond hums warm, electric, familiar, divine.“Morning, l

  • Rosie's Bloom   Bonus Chapter: The First Night They Let Themselves Breathe

    It’s raining.Not the violent, cracking storms Clara used to call,not the soft drizzle Aria used to stand under.Something in between.Balanced.Claria sits on the edge of their shared bed, hair damp from the night patrol, the long strands sticking to her shoulders like ribbons of silver and shadow. Her fingers twist together in her lap, legs drawn close, breathing slower than usual.She’s nervous.That alone makes Ares’s chest tighten.He closes the door behind him softly.“Claria?”She doesn’t look up, but he feels her awareness wrap around him like warm wind.“You’re tense,” he murmurs.“I’m… overthinking.”Her voice wavers.She hates when it wavers.Ares moves toward her slowly not because he doubts,but because she’s still figuring out how to be touched in a way that isn’t Aria-soft or Clara-bold.Something new.Something hers.He kneels in front of her, hands gentle as he takes hers.“Talk to me,” he whispers.She finally meets his eyes.And the look she gives him knocks the b

  • Rosie's Bloom   Chapter 114

    Ares POVThe clearing feels different the moment we return.It’s no longer just a field surrounded by trees.It’s an arena of judgment.An altar of destiny.A place where the world itself seems to lean forward, holding its breath.The pack spreads out in a wide circle around us, their wolves pacing nervously behind their human forms.Every heartbeat vibrates through the ground, through me, through the bond that glows between my chest and hers.Claria.She walks beside me like a storm tamed but not broken like moonlight sculpted into something with teeth.Elder Riann steps forward with the weight of tradition crushed into each line on her face.“Alpha Ares,” she says, each syllable stiff, cold,“You will remove yourself from the entity you stand beside.”The pack stirs.The word entity burns me alive.My wolf snarls so sharply that wolves behind us flinch.Claria’s fingers curl into mine, grounding me with warmth that feels both familiar and entirely new.“No,” I say.Just that.It ri

  • Rosie's Bloom   Chapter 113

    Ares POVThe world narrows to her.Not the pack.Not the elders.Not the bowed trees or the trembling wolves.Just her.Claria.The way her eyes shift like two memories woven into one.The way her aura burns and softens at the same time.The way my wolf kneels in my chest before I can even think.Everyone else feels awe.Respect.Fear.Me?I feel recognition.Not of a goddess.Not of a prophecy.But of the woman who was Aria the woman who was Clara and the impossible, breathtaking being standing between those two truths.She looks at me then.Really looks.And gods I almost break.Because in that look…I feel both of them.Aria’s quiet warmth.Clara’s fierce electricity.And something else.Something new.Something that chooses me.Her fingers brush mine, hesitant.My breath stutters. “Aria?”Her head tilts.“Clara?”A faint smile curves her lips.Soft.Sad.Beautiful.“I am… both,” she whispers.“And neither.”My throat tightens painfully.“Then who are you?”She steps closer.Her

  • Rosie's Bloom   Chapter 112

    Claria POVThe sand shifts under my feet like it recognizes me.Not worshipping.Not fearing.Just adjusting.Making space.It feels strange being noticed by the world itself.Every grain, every breeze, every heartbeat within a mile seems to pause and whisper the same word:New.Ares walks on my right, close enough that our shoulders brush when the wind pushes us.His tension coils through the tether, pulsing in tight, protective waves.He’s trying to act calm for the others.He’s failing.Mira and James follow at a cautious distance, whispering, arguing silently with their eyes.The rest of the warriors keep even farther back, like I’m fire that might bite.Their fear presses softly against my skin.I don’t take offense.Fear is honest.Aria understood it.Clara commanded it.I accept it.When we step off the sand and onto the forest path, the earth reacts instantly.The air thickens with shimmering dust not magic, not wind something older.The trees shift their branches overhead

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