INICIAR SESIÓNMona’s POV: "But what he doesn't know-" she turned to face me fully, and the smile deepened, “—is that you hold the key to breaking it." "What?" My brows knitted. Wait. Wait. Wait. That couldn’t actually be possible, could it? But Sebastian said— "You're a healer, Mona." The Goddess's hand came to rest on my shoulder, light as air, warm as sunlight. "Your powers are life. They are light. They are the very opposite of the curse's darkness." The revelation hit me like a blow. I couldn’t even form a response. My gaze slowly drifting away the goddess back to the cot—to my own pale body, still and small, with Sebastian and the doctor bent over it like mourners. "When you heal, you break. When you give life, you destroy death." The goddess continued. "The blood oath was sealed with darkness. A curse meant to kill anyone Sebastian claimed. But you Mona, you are not just anyone. You are light.” I turned back to face her, shaking my head slowly, my brows drawn tight.
I leaned in. Her pulse hammered under my lips-fast, frantic, mine. I could smell her want thick in the air, could feel the heat of her skin against my mouth. The bond pulled tight in my chest. Marcus was howling, clawing, begging. Now. Now. Now. My teeth grazed the curve of her neck. Right where a mark would go. Right where she'd wear me for the rest of her life. Goddess, I knew the consequences. I knew the consequences of what I was about to do but damn, I couldn’t help myself. Her sweet smell was unraveling me, intoxicating me, and I just wanted all of it. All of her. She didn’t pull away. Instead, she arched into me. And that was it. That was the end of whatever thread of control l'd been holding onto. I pressed my teeth down—just enough to dimple the skin, just enough to taste the first hint of her—and something in me broke open. MINE The word wasn't a thought. It was a fact. Deeper than want. Older than reason. She was mine. Sh
Sebastian’s POV: I leaned in. Her pulse hammered under my lips-fast, frantic, mine. I could smell her want thick in the air, could feel the heat of her skin against my mouth. The bond pulled tight in my chest. Marcus was howling, clawing, begging. Now. Now. Now. My teeth grazed the curve of her neck. Right where a mark would go. Right where she'd wear me for the rest of her life. Goddess, I knew the consequences. I knew the consequences of what I was about to do but damn, I couldn’t help myself. Her sweet smell was unraveling me, intoxicating me, and I just wanted all of it. All of her. She didn’t pull away. Instead, she arched into me. And that was it. That was the end of whatever thread of control l'd been holding onto. I pressed my teeth down—just enough to dimple the skin, just enough to taste the first hint of her—and something in me broke open. MINE The word wasn't a thought. It was a fact. Deeper than want. Older than reason. She was mine. She'd
Mona’s POV: My wolf? How was that even possible? I stared at the wolf. At Kiara. At the creature who was supposedly mine. She was enormous—larger than any wolf I'd ever seen. Her fur was silver, shimmering like moonlight on water. Her eyes were the same blue as mine. And this was supposed to be mine? All mine? "I don't..” I whispered. "I don’t understand. My mother said..she said I was past the age to shift.That it would never happen so how..” Before I could finish, Kiara lowered her head. Not in fear. But In reverence. In submission. My gaze darted from the wolf back to the starlight woman behind me, waiting—hoping—for her to tell me what to do. “Go on, Mona.”She smiled, stretching out her hand want toward me. An invitation. “Meet her.” I swallowed. Hard. Then turned back to Kiara and reached out. My fingers brushed her fur-soft, warm, alive.She leaned into my touch, her eyes closing, a low growl of pleasure rumbling through her. The sound vibrated u
Mona’s POV: Sebastian’s teeth pressed down. I felt the sharp points of them dimple my skin. Felt his breath, hot and uneven, against my throat. The feeling in my chest returned again-pulling tight, desperate, ready— And just then, something strange happened. My eyes flew open. But when they did, they were no longer behind the blindfold. I wasn’t in the room anymore. I wasn’t even in my body—not the one I’d left on the bed. I was somewhere else. Somewhere vast. Somewhere endless. I was standing in a field under a blanket of stars. Lost. Alone. I turned, slow, searching the dark for a shape, a voice, anything. But there was no one. Just the field, stretching on forever. Just the stars. Just the silence pressing in. Where in the world—? I couldn't finish the thought. A single pinprick of light suddenly appeared in the dark. Then another. And another. Soon I was surrounded—a swirling constellation of fireflies, their gentle glow pulsing against the deep night. M
Mona’s POV: god, he was ruining me. And the worst part was that I couldn't see him. I could only feel—the press of his mouth against my cunt, soft at first, then not. The wetness of me slicking his lips. The way he groaned like I was the best thing he'd ever tasted. The panties were still pressed over my eyes, warm and wet, smelling of me. Every nerve in my body had rerouted itself to my skin. I could feel the mattress dip where his knees pressed into it. I could feel the cool air move when he shifted. I could feel his breath-hot, uneven— fanning across the inside of my thigh. Then, his mouth found my clit. I moaned into the pillow. Hard. He didn't ease me into it. He didn't tease. He was devouring me—tongue flat and hot, dragging up the length of me, circling once, twice, before his lips closed around my clit and sucked. Goddess please. The belt creaked as my wrists pulled against it. I didn't care. I couldn't care. My hips bucked off the bed and he caught the







